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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 4 years ago

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Can I Have This Dance? (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Rating: PG - Fluffy

Word Count: 2,689

Synopsis: 4 times the reader asked Steve to dance with her and one time Steve her.

Info: Written for @cockslut-padalecki’s Not My Ninth Challenge in celebration of 9k followers! Also Happy Belated birthday, I hope you had a great one. I choose, How Do I Live by LeAnn Rimes and Wedding Ceremony. The dividers are by @firefly-graphics 💘 I’m posting this on my barley working laptop, so forgive me. Also all mistakes are mine as this is not beta read.

1st Time:

Honestly what possessed her to wear her favorite white denim overall shorts to Sam’s barbecue? They were now stained with all all kinds of food and handprints from the children of the Avengers children asking to be held by her. Admittedly seeing everyone so happy and spending the afternoon with her fiancé made it worth it. Also Natasha would probably be able to show her how to get the stains out.

“Want to queue up the next song?” Sam nudged her handing over his phone that was connected to speakers. Giddily Y/N took the phone and went through the approved barbecue playlist as Killer Queen started to play, she continued to scroll as her head bopped to the song. Finding the perfect one she handed the phone over to Sam’s significant other Lou who kissed her on the cheek.

Bucky and Steve were sharing a phone screen laughing at whatever video it was they were watching, probably one of Alpine that Bucky had taken. Getting up from her chair Y/N stood beside Steve’s and brushed her right hand across his broad shoulders, goosebumps started to rise on his skin as she leaned in to brush her lips beside his ear.

“Come dance with me, Stevie please?" the blonde's face blushed as his fiance turned away from him making her way back towards the dancing couples. “Punk if you don't I sure as hell will.” Steve turned to give his best friend a glare just as the baritone voice sang out, jumping to his feet.

“I had a thought, dear, however scary, about that night, the bugs and the dirt. Why were you digging? What did you bury? Before those hands pulled me from the earth.” Steve rushed to Y/N’s side, a small smile on her face her fiance placed his face at her time taking in the scent of lavender and mint, while his hands rested at her hips. Y/N’s arms circled his neck interlocking her hands, eyes closing she placed her heads against his chest over his heart. As Hozier sang the couple just swayed from side to side, loving each other.

“I could not ask you where you came from. I could not ask and neither could you. Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips, we could just kiss like real people do.” As the song came to an end Steve and Y/N’s eyes met, she was biting her lip, a look of worry was in her eyes.

“What?” Looking placed his hands on Y/N’s face doing everything he could to ease the worry in his fiancés face.

“Just, how would I live without you?” Steve scoffed and pulled Y/N into his arms, hugging her close, “You’ll never have to live without me, I’m going anywhere. I love you.”

2nd Time:

“Well son her mother would have loved you and I’m so proud to have you joining our family.” Andy clapped his daughters fiancé on the shoulder, before looking out on the dance floor to see all four of his children dancing together to the Macarena having a good time.

“I’m lucky to have her Andy and I love both her and this family.” Steve assured Y/N’s father how much he loved her as the song came to an end. The DJ for the reception started to walk towards Y/N’s sister and her husband.

Y/N stood between her brothers playfully nudging each other like they used to do as kids. Suddenly it was quiet in the reception hall, both her and Steve were looking at Y/N’s sister and her husband who smiled at everyone, but they were staring at Y/N.

“I need my sister Y/N and her fiancé Steve to come up here for a second.” Y/N’s brothers pushed her forward, suddenly glad she had exchanged her heels for converse 4 or 5 songs back. Steve and she met halfway there, hands grasping at each other as their fingers intertwined. The blonde leaned over and kissed the crown of his fiancé's face making her blush as they reached Legacie and Michael.

“This weekend was actually supposed to be the weekend that Y/N and Steve got married, but 6 months ago I came to my sister and told her I was pregnant. Y/N knew Michael and I would want to move our wedding up, Y/N and Steve immediately asked if I would like to take their wedding and for that we are so thankful. The thing about my sister is she is just like our mom, always giving and so loving, it makes so much sense why Steve fell in love with my little sister. I got to thinking a way to thank you and that is dedicating a song to you, your favorite song as a kid.” Legacie passed the microphone back to the DJ, before she reached over kissing her little on the cheek. Y/N looked at her sister before her jaw dropped and her cheeks turned pink as the keyboard of the popular ’90s Australian pop singer hit started to play.

“I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish. I'll be your fantasy, I'll be your hope, I'll be your love. Be everything that you need.” Y/N still holding onto Steve’s hand turned to stand in front of him and looked up at him.

“Will you dance with my love?” with a smile on his face, Steve didn't even verbalize his answer, he just gave a tug of her hand pulling her body closer to his, as other couples joined them on the dance floor.

“I wanna stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea. I wanna lay like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me. I wanna stand with you on a mountain. I wanna bathe with you in the sea.I want to live like this forever. Until the sky falls down on me.” As they continued to dance among Legacie and Michale's family and friends, he tried to imagine how he would live without her in his life. He had an answer before the song was even over he knew a life without Y/N was no life at all.

3rd Time:

She was trying really hard not to cry but it felt but it was 3:12 in the morning, it was raining, it looked like Bucky had finished off the rest of her Ben and Jerry Star Spangled Berry Swirl, and Friday was playing her I got the blues playlist. Boy did she have the blues, she shouldn’t though, it was November, the holiday season was in full swing, but it was as if her heart wasn’t in it.

Then the piano kicked in and the tears really started.

“Look into my eyes, you will see what you mean to me.”

Steve down the hall in bed they shared hearing sniffles of his fiancé, got out of bed, grabbing her cardigan from ottoman at the foot of the bed. Y/N stood at the kitchen island sipping a cup of hot tea as Bryan Adams sang.

“Darling?” Steve came up behind her and placed the over side article of clothing over shoulder, kissing her temple. Setting the steaming cup of lavender and blueberries down, Y/N turned around to look him in the eyes, with tears still coming down.

“Dance with me Stevie, please?” with a little lift of the right side of his lips. Steve pulled Y/N to him, placing her head over his heartbeat, he encased her his arms and started to sway them.

“Don't tell me, it’s not worth fightin' for. I can't help it, there’s nothin' I want more. You know it's true, everything I do, I do it for you.”

“I can’t live without you Stevie.” Y/N whispered into the night as she looked out at the rain coming down in the night.

“And you won't have to," Steve promised.

4th Time:

It was finally the New Year, 12:01 on January 1st to be exact and everyone was partying at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, thanks to Pepper and Tony. Peter Quill and his friends had made it, Thor with Jane, Carol Danver, Monica Rambeau with her friends Jimmy Woo and Darcy, Fantastic Four, Peter Parker had brought his best friend Ned and girl friend MJ, all the Avengers were there, even the Wakanda gang was accounted for, the place was packed. It seemed as if the bad guys were in need of a day off.

Steve stood a few feet away from Y/N who was dancing with Natasha, Clint, Shuri, Peter, MJ, Wanda, Scott, Johnny, Groot, Darcy, Sam, Lou, and Jimmy Woo, they were all dancing to thank u, next, laughing and having a good time. Lou was currently on Sam's shoulders making the Bucky who was beside Steve, hoot’d, as he took a shot from the Asgardian mead. It was great for Steve to see all his friends and family to be letting loose.

Y/N walked over as the song came to a closure and pulled Steve in for a kiss earning a cheer from the group they had surrounded themselves with. Blushing they pulled apart as the familiar violin started to play across the room, making the room erupt cheers yet again. Tonight’s crowd was easily pleased, who knew all it took was alcohol, food, friends, and good music?

As the drum kicked in, Y/N’s head started to bop her foot tapping along, grabbing Steve’s hand she started to pull him towards the group, grabbing Bucky’s hand along the way.

“Steve can I have this dance?” Looking over her shoulder as she got ready to start jumping up and down, Steve looked at her as if he had to think on it, but stopped when Bucky hit him in the bicep. “Not with the metal arm, and yes!”

“Come on Eileen! Oh, I swear, what he means. At this moment you mean everything, you in that dress. My thoughts I confess, verge on dirty. Oh, come on Eileen.” The group's form of dancing was jumping up and dancing, moving their heads side to side, throwing in mixed moves, like the sprinkler or epaule here and there. It was just about letting go. Steve and Y/N danced together with the fingers of their left-right hands interlaced jumping up and down, throwing their heads back and forth like they were at a rock concert.

As Bucky danced with his best friend and the girl that had become like a sister to him, he couldn't picture their lives without one another. There was no Steve without Y/N in it, no Y/N without Steve. They were so madly, deeply in love, that to lose the other it would be close to losing themselves. He vowed at that moment to do whatever it took to always bring Steve home and to always protect Y/N for him.

The 1 Time Steve Asked Y/N to Dance:

“This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for!” Bucky raised his glass of bourbon to the crowded room, before he leaned down to place a kiss on Y/N’s cheek. He had just given his best man speech congratulating his best friend on finding his soulmate who made him happy, and on his retirement. Lou leaned forward putting their arms around Y/N’s shoulders swaying, making the bride laugh as the best friends hugged.

Steve took the microphone from Sam and pulled Y/N away from her best friend, confused she looked up at him. The room was silent with all eyes on them, as it had been since the moment she stepped out onto the wooden boardwalk Pepper’s people had built leading to the dock, everyone’s eyes had been on them.

“Through this whole wedding process my wife has been so incredibly patient with me. Originally I just said whatever you want Y/N it’s your day, but she would scrunch her face up, for her family they know what I’m talking about, the one where she doesn’t like something or doesn’t understand, anyways. Lou, Y/N’s best friend and the perfect person for Sam came to me said,

“Rogers for a superhero, you are pretty dense, the wedding day is both your big day. This is a day you both are going to look back on, tell your children about and share with your family and friends. Don’t make her plan it and make all the choices on her own.” Steve looked down at Y/N and smiled, as his wife laughed and gave her best friends hand a tight squeeze before letting it go.

“So I did what I could, your napkins I chose, thank you very much, your centerpieces though, you are going to have to take that up with the my beautiful wife’s cousin, Willow, she handmaid these beautiful pieces for us, so we could reuse them in our winery and barn.” Willow blew the couple a kiss making the crowd laugh as Y/N caught it and stumbled back, before throwing one back just as extravagantly.

“Anyways the reason I’m up here is because I really didn’t do that much, but I made a promise to my wife that I, the man out of time, could pick the song we dance to as a married couple.” Turning his body so now the newlyweds were now facing each other, Sam took the microphone holding it up to Steve's mouth, as Steve held both Y/N’s hands in his.

“Steve we’ve talked about this you’re right where you need to be.” Steve just nodded his head and kissed her on the lips getting a few people in the crowd cheering. Bucky, Sam, Lou, and Y/N’s siblings are motioned for the crowd to quiet down.

“I admit I waited till last night to e-mail our DJ Ned and tell him our song. But to be fair if it hadn’t been for a talk I had while sleeping at Sam’s and him playing this song we probably would just have some random song. Thank you Sam for saving the day.” Sam pulled the microphone telling the couple it was no problem really.

“With that all said and done, Mrs. Rogers can I have this dance?” Laughing Y/N nodded as they made their way around the tables holding hands waving to their family and friends. Ned Leeds, was the nights DJ, thanks to coming recommended by his friend Peter Parker, this was his hobby by a means to pay for college and his growing obsession of Star Wars Legos. As soon as the couple had made it to the center of the faux hardwood dance floor, he hit play.

“How do I get through one night without you? If I had to live without you, what kind of life would that be?”

Y/N let a gasp slip past her lips as the familiar country song played. Her arms held onto Steve’s shoulders, while he held onto her hips, they did their usual sway, there was no need for fancy footing or putting on a show. This was just them being them, in love, sharing that love with a room full of their closest family friends.

“I promised you, you wouldn’t have to know what it was like to live without me, and you won’t either of you.” Y/N looked up at him placing a kiss on his soft lips, letting a few tears of happiness slip. This is what contentment felt like, to feel whole, be loved, and find that perfect person.

“How do I live without you? How do I live without you, baby? How do I live?”

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alarriefantasy · 4 years ago

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Hi, all! So it seems that the wonderful AO3 user - objectlesson - aka on tumblr as - horsegirlharry - has sadly deleted their fics. I have only a few saved in my files, but there are some I would really love to possess, if anyone has them? I would really appreciate it if you would message me and let me know! :)

Also, I am posting the whole list of amazing stories they shared for our fandom, and I am marking (with an asterisk*) the ones that I have myself, in case anyone else would like them too! <3

Silver White Winters

by objectlesson

In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down.

Words: 5106, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

I Must Confess (I Still Believe)

by objectlesson

Louis shrugs, eyes on the road. “You look cute in the blazer, too,” she says nonchalantly, and what the fucking fuck, what is Harry supposed to think?

“You probably do, too, but I wouldn’t know because I don’t even think you own one? Do you ever actually wear the entire uniform?” she asks, deflecting.

“Not since freshman year!” Louis boasts proudly. “They stopped giving me demerits because it’s, like, a lost cause. I literally haven’t seen my blazer in three years, I just borrow Veronica’s when I walk into Mass.” Her grin is very cheeky and bright, and she’s squinting in the sun, aviators pushed up into the overgrown auburn shag of her hair. The horizon is hazy and pink-orange as dark sneaks up on them, the air smelling of sprinkler water and BBQ smoke from people leaching the last warmth of October before summer’s gone for good. Harry feels alive with possibility, eyes watering as she smiles at Louis, unable to stop. She wrinkles her nose like it’ll somehow hide the way it looks on her face to be in love.

Or, Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl’s School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever.

Words: 44304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious)

by objectlesson

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Words: 4090, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park

by objectlesson

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Words: 7556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Life Saver

by objectlesson

Nerd Boy’s giant, dorky, adorable hand shoots into the air. Louis notices he has chipped red polish on a few of his nails and some tattered friendship-looking bracelets, like the sort you make in camp, and he might hear the distant chime of wedding bells. He thought he didn’t even believe in marriage because it’s, like, oppressive and heteronormative or whatever, but that was before Styles, Harry (Harry Styles!!! What an absurd, wonderful name! What a perfect thing to scrawl in the margins of all his notebooks surrounded in hearts!) appeared in the bio lab at his new school and ruined all his principles forever.

or, Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

Words: 14809, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Even Your Honey Dew

by objectlesson

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Words: 9512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

What a Heavenly Way To Die

by objectlesson

She’s thought about it a lot, and two big things seem to be holding her back, aside from the uncontrollable paralysis that overtakes her body every time she so much as tries to sneak a hand under the waistband of Harry’s knickers.

Or, Louis is afraid to do stuff to Harry, who has done a lot of stuff to her.

Words: 8052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver

by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

Words: 10895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You’ll Know What Makes The World Turn

by objectlesson

Sometimes, when things are messy and they have more than a few weeks apart, they need the reminder. It’s comforting to have stars to map your course by.

or, Harry’s blue bandana is a day collar.

Words: 4624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Sing You Butterflies

by objectlesson

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

Words: 22701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Holy

by objectlesson

She deserves not to be so goddamned put together all the time. Being in the world’s biggest and highest exposure girlband means she’s never seen without a flat stomach, a spray tan, contouring, eyelash extensions, the whole of her body inescapably toned and plucked and waxed so frequently she genuinely forgot what fucking color her own pubes are. Louis wants to eat burgers and smoke weed and be twenty three. She wants to wake up with Harry and spend the whole day in bed fingering each other because they finally don’t have to have goddamn acrylic nails for once. She wants to grow her pubes out. She wants to lounge around in a posh, red-velvet High Hefner robe.

Or, Louis is dressed like a fucking queen, Harry’s begging please.

Words: 6608, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only One I Dream Of: A Drabble Collection

by objectlesson

A collection of all the m/m One Direction drabbles and timestamps I’ve written on tumblr, so my readers on here aren’t missing out!

Words: 5164, Chapters: 5/13, Language: English

Diamonds in the Moonlight

by objectlesson

The 70s au where Harry is a rich girl stuck in the suburbs who thinks she loves Shaun Cassidy, and Louis is the skater who breaks into her backyard and changes everything forever.

Words: 16136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

In the Heat of the Night

by objectlesson

“You’re sleeping with me, obviously,” Harry says then, pausing to regard Louis with a funny expression, nose wrinkled and brows drawn tight. “Don’t tell me you thought that I’d let you freeze out here!? Absolutely not! C’mon, the bedroom’s cozy, I dragged a space heater out.”

Louis wants to protest about as badly as she wants to sleep next to Harry Styles, which is a lot. Too much.

Or, Louis is the only butch in London with a truck and Harry needs to move a couch.

Words: 7726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Once Upon a Dream

by objectlesson

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Words: 16643, Chapters: ½, Language: English

From Now Until Forever

by objectlesson

The girls go to Britney Nite and Louis wears Juicy track pants and Harry is not ok.

Niall takes the pint glass back from Harry and takes a swig, regarding her over the rim knowingly. “You’re nervous,” she observes with a grin. “Because you’re gonna get drunk at a gay bar with Louis, and you haven’t told her yet that you wanna marry her.”

“Oh, my god, stop,” Harry scolds, hiding her face in her hands, everything suddenly hot and shivery. “It’s not that,” she adds, even though it most definitely is.

“Then…you’re excited to see Louis in a schoolgirl skirt and bra? Covered in that body glitter that smells like cotton candy?” Niall presses, waggling her eyebrows, making Harry blush at the mere thought of Louis’s golden skin shimmering and sticky under club lights.

Words: 9223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Hello, Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights

by objectlesson

“Oh, yeah?” Harry asks, playing dumb as he helps Louis out of his coat before hanging it up. “A new phone charger? Mine’s still broken, the electrical tape didn’t work.”

Louis makes a face at him, all arched brows and tongue pressed into cheek. “Oh a phone charger? Is that what you need?” he quips lightly, voice high and lilting in this sing-song way that’s so, so high and gentle that it’s scary. He’s putting on a show for Harry, and Harry’s thrilled with it, already shivery and hot-cheeked because Louis got him something naughty, and they’re talking about it without really talking about it, wrapping it up in layers of mundanity and domesticity, still so excited to play the role of two Adults living in their new Adult flat in London that they bought with their own money from the X Factor. Harry’s living an unimaginably glamourous life so suddenly, and Louis and his gifts are right in the middle of it, the heart of his every dream.

Or, Louis buys Harry things sometimes.

Words: 2988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Dream About That Casual Touch

by objectlesson

And that was the first thing Louis noticed about her. Not her nipples, or not only her nipples, anyway, but the fact that she was so confident with her body and didn’t seem to care that her tits were sort of soft and floppy and uneven or that she had a little roll of pudge around her hips that poked over the top of her jeans when she wore crop tops. She wore what she wanted to wear whether or not it was in fashion or technically even flattering; her hair was always messy, she only wore makeup half the time, and she seemed to like heeled boots even if she was already fairly tall and they made her tower over the boys. Louis always thought it was so fucking sexy how unconcerned Harry seemed with what people thought of her, how comfortable she was in her own skin. That by itself seemed like a sort-of gay thing, so Louis kept a remote, careful eye on her, hoping to one day see something else that blipped her radar.

Or, Louis and Harry fuck up two dates before they finally get it right.

Words: 7678, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings

by objectlesson

“When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he’s grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

“By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

Words: 18116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Black Stars and Endless Seas

by objectlesson

Or, A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

Words: 32246, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Rose Garden Dreams

by objectlesson

Harry thinks it’s a fever-induced delirium, at first. After all, she’s been sick in bed for a full forty-eight hours following the Best and Most Important beach trip of her entire life because fate is a cruel and jealous bitch who doesn’t want Harry to go on a date with the girl of her dreams.

or, Harry is sick and Louis comes to visit her.

Words: 9464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Palms Reflecting in Your Eyes

by objectlesson

Harry visits Louis at his campus and finds a crop on the wall.

Words: 6496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Wrap You Up in Daisy Chains

by objectlesson

Ten minutes later, an awkward, long-legged, curly-haired, so pale she’s reflective, and so obviously gay-looking Harry Styles is sitting shotgun next to Louis in a bikini, denim cut-offs, and heart-framed sunnies.

Or, Harry and Louis and a too-small bathing suit.

Words: 10613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

To Keep the Night From Ending

by objectlesson

It doesn’t always feel real to kiss in the dark, Harry guesses. He wants it to feel real. He wants it to be the realest thing, burnt indelibly into his skin.

Or, Harry and Louis take a night swim.

Words: 5036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Good Enough to Eat

by objectlesson

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

Words: 6722, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Grenadine Sunshine

by objectlesson

Harry’s only sixteen, it shows right now, and Louis wants…he wants so many things. He wants to taste the faint, sugary ghost of lip gloss, he wants to cup Harry’s face between his palms and swipe the shimmery wet shadows from beneath his eyes. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. Still, Louis just wants, wants and wants and wants. It’s what Harry does to him.

Words: 18067, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only Angel

by objectlesson

Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?”

Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. “Like I want you to spin-kick me in the face,” he admits after a moment, shakily inhaling. “You look…really good.”

Or, Louis finds a pair of heels that fit, and Harry wants to be ruined, as per usual.

Words: 6599, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Someone Who Knows How To Ride

by objectlesson

Harry gives Louis a lap dance. Or, at least, he tries to.

Words: 5114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Copper Kiss

by objectlesson

Harry’s not allowed to fly back to the UK without marks to remember Louis by.

Words: 4604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can’t Sleep)

by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

Words: 18520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Christmas Without You

by objectlesson

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

Words: 5639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Vinyl and Lace

by objectlesson

Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn’t think it’s very funny.

Words: 7541, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Touch of My Hand

by objectlesson

Words: 3104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Tour Bus Sex, Bus Sex, PWP, Up All Night Tour, Uan era, Canon Compliant, baby boyfriends in love, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Established Relationship

Born to Make You Happy

by objectlesson

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Words: 25662, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Taste of a Poison Paradise

by objectlesson

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

Words: 9894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Little Love (is better than none)

by objectlesson

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.

Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

Words: 15074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Take Me Under the Blue

by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Words: 19011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

#deleted fics #objectlesson #horsegirlharry #larry fics #larry stylinson #larry fic rec

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fairymadnessyeah · 4 years ago

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BNHA Ship to Finish the Year

FuyuSei (Todoroki Fuyumi x Iida Tensei)

Canon

I think that they would either meet by Shouto and Tenya or at the hospital.

If it was at the hospital, it would be a chance meeting. Fuyumi is visiting her mom, and Tensei is going to physical therapy. They meet in the lobby and start talking.

Present Mic and Nemuri are the ones who encourage him to ask her out. -PS: None of them knows she is the daughter of Enji yet.- After he does and they date for a few weeks, he shows them a picture, and the two almost have a heart attack. They don't know how to tell him, until Shouta comes along and says it.

If they meet by Shouto and Tenya, it probably would be at a Sport Festival or Cultural Festival. They would start talking, and Nemuri would ask Fuyumi out for him. She says yes, and they exchange numbers.

Imagine if Natsuo is there: "I got the snacks. What's that?" "Oh, a phone number. I have a date this Saturday," "I- I left for five minutes!"

I feel like he would stop by her school every time he can and her students know him as wheelchair boyfriend.

And speaking of wheelchairs, Tensei sometimes feels like he is not enough for Fuyumi. He can't take her dancing or ice-skating.

Fuyumi doesn't care about it. He loves Tensei for who he is, and that is enough for her.

On her birthday, he takes her to see the Winter Illumination events, and even takes her to see ice-sculptors at a festival.

He likes to carry her on his lap and then accelerate with his quirk. He especially does it when the sakura trees are blooming, so it's more romantic.

Also, she sits on his lap when it's hot, since she is always cold.

I don't want to break anybody's bubble but these two one hell of an age gap.

Like Tensei is 31 and Fuyumi is 23.

He is eight years older than her. That's more than Shigaraki and Toga have on each other.

Am I the first one to notice this?

I feel like it should be a big deal. Like when Tensei was eighteen, Fuyumi was ten.

I feel like his parents would make fun of him for that. Calling him a creepy old man.

I also feel, since Tensei appeared in vigilantes, that he has a lot of vigilante friends, and one time, they all meet Fuyumi.

I feel like they would like her more than her boyfriend.

Also, he likes her cooking much more than anything else he has ever eaten before. But don't tell his mom.

Family

There is only one rule that all Todoroki men share and respect: Fuyumi needs to be protected. They don't give a crap if the guy is a retired hero, or the brother of a friend, or in a wheelchair, they won't let him hurt Fuyumi.

The first months of dating, Tensei doesn't feel safe. Like someone is staring at his back with murderous intent. He can't pin-point which Todoroki is, but his money is on Endeavour.

Actually it's all of them. They take turns keeping watch. One time, they all ended doing it at the same time. It was awkward at first, but they found a way to make it work and not kill each other.

Every single Todoroki has threatened him.

Dabi, with the help of Toga, cornered him in an alley and placed him on the floor and stepped on him.

"If you hurt sister, I'm going to finish what Stain couldn't do..."

Natsuo did it during a family dinner. He smiled and at first appeared very polite, but when Fuyumi wasn't there, the smile was gone.

"I am a doctor, you think I don't know how to get rid of you and make it look like it happened naturally?"

Enji went to meet him at his apartment. He knocked on the door asked him a few question. Tensei went along, answering everything politely, and then got the message by the last question.

"How much heat will it take for that wheelchair to melt with you in it?"

Shouto was more surprising. He called Tensei with his brother's phone and only said one thing before he hung up.

"I don't care if you are Tenya's brother's, if you don't make my sister happy, I will end you,"

I feel like Rei wouldn't be okay with the idea until she sees that Tensei is defensless in a wheelchair.

I know it's a bad thought, and Rei knows so, but after everything she went through, you can't blame the woman for it. Her daughter is with a HERO. At least, if he is in a wheelchair, she can do better to survive.

Tenya loves his new sister. He hasn't seen his brother so happy since the accident, and he always wanted a sister.

The Iida's love her.

She is an angel in their eyes. Their son is in such good hands.

I feel like they would have two kids. First a girl Iida Fubuki, a girl, and then Iida Kaen, a boy.

Fubuki has blue hair with white highlights. Her name means blizzard in Japanese and her quirk is that she has engine pipes on her wrist that shoot dry ice.

Kaen has blue hair with red highlights. His name means Flame Thrower in Japanese and his quirk is that he has engine pipes on his ankles that shoot flames.

Neither of them become heroes. I feel like both families give them enough reasons not to follow that career.

Fubuki becomes an ice skater, using her quirk for presentations and speed.

Kaen becomes a musician. A hard, metal punk rocker and uses his quirk for shows. He was closer to Dabi than his sister.

AU - Fantasy AU

So, Fuyumi is a princess. Because, of course, she is.

Tensei is a knight, and he comes from a long line of knights.

One day, her life is threatened by a new rogue called Stain, who is killing off noble families and royals.

Tensei is tasked with protecting the princess at all cost. But it's a harder task than he originally thought.

His job was to stick by the princess side as much as he could, but on his second day, he lost her.

He found her later on a hut on the countryside, teaching young girls how to read and write and other basic knowledge. She wears a disguise, so others don't recognize her. With a tattered dress and a spell to make her hair black, she is unrecognizable.

Tensei doesn't stop her from doing it when he finds out and instead helps her sneak out and helps with the angry sexist man that come around.

It all goes well until Stain attacks.

He ambushes them on the road, and the only reason that they survive is that Fuyu shows Stain she is not like other royals.

As Tensei was trying to protect her and getting in the way, the rogue was going to kill him. But before he can, Fuyumi gets in the way, pleading that he lets Tensei live.

Stain leaves and Tensei and Fuyumi are alright.

When they return to the castle though, Tensei is looked down with dishonour by the rest of the court. He is fired from his job as a knight with the princess, but Fuyumi then hires him back again.

The two continue to spend time together, and all seems happy. But then, Fuyumi is betrothed.

Tensei tries to handle it with dignity since he is only a knight and knew in the back of his mind, that Fuyumi would get married one day. But he is a jealous mess when the fiance arrives.

He follows them around, stops them whenever they get too close and intervenes whenever the man makes a move on her.

Fuyumi, though grateful, has to ask him to stop. Because even if she would prefer it was him, she is marrying, if he angers her fiance, they are going to behead him.

They don't have to worry about it though, because, before the wedding, the lost prince Touya returns and takes the throne.

However, even if Dabi, now the new king, breaks her marriage off with her betrothed, Fuyumi doesn't like how much he is ruling.

The two get in a fight, and Dabi tells her that if she doesn't like it, then she can leave. He won't stop her.

The next day, Fuyumi starts packing. She tells Tensei that he can stay if he wants, he doesn't have to follow her.

Tensei confesses his feelings for her and then starts packing.

They leave a week after and they settle on a farming land where Fuyumi opens a school for girls and Tensei hunts and collects stuff to sell.

Fanon Oponion

So, again, I can't see these two having sex.

I just can't.

I don't know why. And AO3 seems to agree with me since I found 3 where they have sex, and it's not just mentioned.

One was a Fuyubowl, the other was a crackfic, and the last one traumatized me.

For the most part, they are a background couple.

And not in the way Hagakure and Ojiro are a couple where you might find more than 10 fics about them, but as 'we don't want Fuyumi to be alone, so in this fic she is with Tensei.'

I feel like they are underappreciated, especially Fuyumi.

Girl is still holding on after the shitty situation she is in. She is the only sane Todoroki in here.

And poor Tensei. He didn't deserve what happened to him. Stain didn't have a very clear objective.

There's also the fact that not much is known about them.

Like Tensei has not been mentioned since the stain arc.

They are just there...

But people love making next-gen kids with them.

#bnha #mha #fuyusei #todoroki fuyumi #iida tensei #bnha headcanons #canon #family #fantasy au #fanon opinion

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thescorpioracer · 4 years ago

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Sen Çal Kapımı 1 - Episode Recap

To be honest, this series of posts is mostly going to be a fashion roast. But DISCLAIMER! I really do love this show and Turkish TV in general, it’s just my preferred mode of media analysis is to pick things apart. 😂And I need everyone to know that I am very pro-women, and believe people should be able to dress how they want and not be judged for it or be looked down upon for it. But oh my god this wardrobe department/costumer needs to be STOPPED. I also have zero credentials to be talking about fashion, but will that stop me?

I’m going to make these posts assuming you’ve watched the show, and just comment on whatever comes up. There will be spoilers. Let’s go!

We start off with a voiceover from Eda Yıldız, an A+ romcom trope. (It wasn’t until my rewatch that I remembered that Eda used to do VOs at random intervals, and I’m kind of glad she stopped tbh.) She is a strong woman who wants to get her education and become a landscape architect/designer. She was all set to do that until- dun dun dun! - Serkan Bolat destroyed everything.

Check out that dart board of a man (and this is the only time we see that photo there). And these outfits are probably the most normal and reasonable clothes she wears in the show. She’s a beautiful young woman, who was a college student, and now works outdoors as a florist. 10/10 outfit.

Of course that transitions us into an epic slomo of Serkan exiting his private jet. He of course begins to berate his assistant on the phone in a way a friend described as reminiscent of The Devil Wears Prada.

@teamnick‘s commentary back when she first started the show.

Serkan returns to his office for the first time in 2 months after working on business deals in London. Chaos ensues: Miranda Priestly is baaaaaaack.

See... here we have some good fashion choices! We meet the girls for the first time, while they try to sneak off to their graduation without making Eda feel bad that she won’t be receiving her diploma. Melek “Melo” is dressed in a sweet dress with a bold, romantic color, which captures her personality perfectly. Ceren, the rich daughter from a family of lawyers, looks a bit more high-fashion. The dress is short but it has long sleeves and no cleavage so it works out to be chic and elegant. Fifi is unapologetically herself with her full-black, punk wardrobe. Eda is again dressed in a pretty, but casual outfit. Nicely put together for her lower-middle-class lifestyle and her job as a florist.

Enter: the plot device to get our protagonists together. Serkan’s face says it all.

We are then introduced to the main couple’s respective cars. Serkan has his 2020 BMW (though the show blocks out the copyrighted branding) while Eda’s beat up SUV is clearly unreliable. What’s that? Another plot device being introduced? I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Also, I just noticed this, but for someone as uptight as Serkan, I’m surprised at how fun his suit jacket lining is. If I’m not mistaken the pattern is of a bunch of rainbow fish. #Snazzy, but they seem out of character?

Plot highlights:

Eda learns she can come back to school and finish her final year, but she’s lost her scholarship and will have to pay. She can’t.

Serkan gives his talk at the graduation (?)-- Is his talk just for architecture students? If so, why are Ceren, Fifi, and Melo there? We’ll never know. I know, I know... it’s all for the ~plot~

Eda calls Serkan out in front of everyone for taking away the scholarship that she earned from his company, Art Life. He is confused but unrepentant. She refuses to tell him her name.

She tries to deface his car with lipstick after keying the side (we never hear about the damage to his car after that). He catches her and wants to call the police, so she impulsively handcuffs them together with the plot devices from Selin’s wedding invitation sitting on his passenger seat.

They then have to go to Serkan’s urgent business meeting with an out-of-town client. Eda drives while they’re handcuffed together. Bickering ensues.

What is this? Foreshadowing? Symbolism?? Eda’s last name “Yıldız” is the Turkish word for “star” so... file that away for later.

One of my favorite parts about watching Turkish dramas is the experience of trying to decipher the fan translations. Add to the fact that Turkish only has 1 pronoun *chef’s kiss*

Eda refuses to take the elevator to the 15th floor (we’ll learn about her claustrophobia later). Serkan is equally as stubborn, saying she owes him for screwing up his day. But he has met his match in Eda with regards to stubbornness. They take the stairs.

More highlights:

First instance of fake dating - they need to hide the handcuffs from his client so Eda pretends she’s his girlfriend and a fellow investor.

The girls track Eda’s phone to the hotel and try to find her by asking around the premises.

Eda charms the client into selling his land to Serkan.

We learn that Serkan is allergic to strawberries and has a lot of health anxiety. He’s a very tightly wound person.

Serkan says “Mashallah,” translator hears 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Engin brings way too many people to open the handcuffs and chaos ensues.

I feel like nothing can do justice to the comedy of 58:45 to 1:00:00 with Fifi using a bobby pin as a lock pick. The dramatic editing is 👌🏼

Leyla gets fired for somehow causing this drama??? And she is so happy to leave that stressful workplace omg, we don’t deserve her 🥺

Serkan and Eda go their separate ways, Eda prepared to never see her enemy again, but of course her phone and purse are still in his car so she has to go to his office at Art Life and confront him again.

Serkan has found out that Whoops, Art Life did cancel the study abroad scholarships to cut costs, but his CFO did it without telling him. And Serkan is pissed, but I think mainly about the fact that Eda did have some (SOME) grounds for yelling at him in public.

Leyla then explains the nonsensical reasoning behind her being fired-but-not-fired and still working. (Spoiler alert: she never goes anywhere and she is my favorite side character to this day).

Eda: “How can I piss Serkan off?” Leyla: “Find a mistake he’s made and he will fixate on it forever. But you won’t find anything.” Eda: “Hold my beer.”

Eda walks into Serkan’s office and his meeting. She gets her purse back and they fight about him not being willing to apologize for ruining her life and education. He refuses and says she owes him an apology for embarrassing him in public (no, dude).

He wants to give her back the scholarship and make it all go away but she rightly tells him that it won’t fix her broken pride from begging the company and her university for a second chance. But somehow her calling him a heartless “Robot” is what gets to him???? And he short-circuits. Eda walks out triumphant.

~dRaMa!~

MEANWHILE

Melo, as well as being a perfume sales girl, also works as a flight attendant and wants Eda to cover her shift (we’ll get into how that doesn’t make sense in a minute)

Eda says no, she’s going to meet her boyfriend, Cenk, who she hasn’t seen in months and has just returned from Italy.

Enter: Selin. Serkan’s ex who he dumped a while ago and is now engaged to the heir of a hotel empire. Serkan doesn’t like this. The two of them grew up together and are set to each inherit 50% of the holding company that Serkan’s father currently runs.

Right away Selin serves us with a gender reveal level color scheme. Personally not a fan. They confirm that Serkan is coming to her engagement party tomorrow.

Meanwhile Eda meets up with Cenk. Her outfit is still reasonable and cute for her character. He looks mildly like a hobo and doesn’t seem to have anything going for him (I know he’s a throwaway character but the two of them really don’t have anything in common).

This creeper keeps staring at them, but Cenk tries to explain it away and says he’s busy and can’t meet her again until the day after tomorrow. Eda is disappointed but accepts this. Creeper girl remains and remains a red flag to viewers, but apparently not to Eda.

Cut to later that evening, and of course our broody main man enjoys astronomy in his free time (???) idk what he’s charting and to what purpose but okay?

Eda finds a mini first aid kit in her purse that Serkan put there before returning it. Queue montage of them treating their respective wrists for handcuff-related injuries. #couplegoals

Of course we also needed a sepia-toned flashback to earlier that day when the handcuffs contrived their faces to get too close together. #romance

Finallyyyyyyy it’s morning again and a new day.

Since Eda can’t see Cenk (good, he’s so boring), she agrees to fill in as a flight attendant for Melo, who’s side job is for a private plane company.

Now. This should not be a thing. Eda was in college to be a landscape architect and now works as a florist for her aunt... Where has she learned any relevant skills to work as a flight attendant?? Presumably nowhere. And I really don’t think a private plane company would be so easygoing about just having a random person fill in to cover for her friend?

But does this show care about that? What do you think...

Also, instead of the standard white shirt, black skirt uniform requirements, the girls decide that this skimpy dress and heels is fine? Hmmm

Also lol @ Melo for assuming that the client who wants jasmine tea and fruit salad is probably a woman. And her telling Eda that the PRIVATE JET COMPANY would in fact have its own tea was very random and unnecessary.

Back at the Bolat house compound, we meet the parents: Aydan and Alptekin. We’ll see them again later. Selin’s engagement party is today.

Meanwhile Eda is just.... being a flight attendant, I guess??? And who could possibly be the passenger she has to take care of? Take a wild guess. Of course it’s Serkan Bolat.

And of course that tiny dress (THAT ALSO HAS A LEG SLIT?? WHY?? I really don’t need to see her vagina) looks very practical and professional... not! (Hande Erçel is a gorgeous human, and the dress looks good on her, don’t get me wrong. BUT THIS IS SITUATIONALLY INCORRECT ATTIRE). Also him just folding his vest and then social distancing from it... K? 😂

Eda panics and doesn’t want Serkan to see her and runs away back to her seat pod thing - Serkan takes issue with his fruit salad for ~plot reasons~ (EDIT: I’ve been informed that it’s because there was a strawberry in his fruit salad and since he’s allergic, of course it needed to be fixed. Why doesn’t the plane have a note of that??) and comes back to find this mystery flight attendant.

Eda is very stressed out about this encounter and is also starting to have a panic attack because, surprise, she’s also claustrophobic.

After Serkan calms her down, they have a cute/civil conversation for the rest of the flight.

When they land, Eda realizes they’re on an island 2h45min away from Istanbul and she isn’t sure what to do with herself (How did she not already know where they were going, as the FLIGHT ATTENDANT??? So may red flags with this private jet company).

Serkan convinces Eda to come with him and she can hang out at the beach while he’s at Selin’s engagement party.

At the engagement party we finally meet Selin’s fiancé Ferit. He’s sweet and non-threatening and clearly insecure about Serkan being Selin’s ex.

This dress/skirt outfit Selin is wearing isn’t terrible, but it doesn’t scream rich socialite to me. Anything with feathers seems... a bit tacky/too showy? Like someone pretending to be rich? Idk, this outfit isn’t one I’m going to really take a stand on.

Does this engagement party warrant being a 2h45 min flight away? No. They try to explain it away as the couple wanting to have something small and private, even though they also invite the press?? But okay whatever, as long as Serkan and Eda cross paths again, I suppose.

Kaan Karadağ has been mentioned a couple times in passing, but now we finally meet our “villain.” Ferit’s friend, and Serkan & Selin’s childhood acquaintance, who has it out for Serkan bc he somehow bankrupted Kaan’s dad? Idk and I don’t really care but tl;dr they’re enemies.

Another thing I love about Turkish dramas is the censoring. Like, they’ll allow alcohol to be on screen, but they won’t say the word and they’ll just blur out the bottle and any liquid that we’d assume is alcoholic 😂

In the evening, Serkan is tired and wants to leave and Ferit snidely jokes about how Serkan is too picky to have a fiancé of his own. Serkan flashes back to 1 entire day ago when he and Eda pretended to be dating at his business meeting, and says that actually he is engaged to someone and then peaces out.

Serkan finds Eda on the beach, and they are preparing to leave when a crowd of people (Selin, Ferit, and Kaan mainly), arrive to get a peek at Serkan’s new “fiancé.” Eda very reluctantly plays along (good thing she has that unnecessarily sexy “work” dress to help her look the part) and Serkan notices that for the first time ever, Selin is jealous of another woman. #drama

After they finally escape the crowd, Serkan makes an annoyed Eda an offer: Pretend to be his fiancé for the 2 months leading up to Selin’s wedding so he can get them to break up and prevent Ferit marrying into the company. In return, he will pay all the fees to help her complete her last year of studies in Italy.

Eda refuses, stating that she doesn’t want anything from him, and besides she has a boyfriend (Sure Jan; Cenk is such a joke). They have it out and then fly back to Istanbul. But of course the gossips at the engagement have spread the news of Serkan’s new woman so the paparazzi corner them at the airport when they land.

So glad that we got to see this random mechanic find out the news (???)

They escape the cameras and Serkan takes her home, saying that Art Life has a press conference tomorrow, and she should come so he can save face and tell everyone that she was his assistant accompanying him for work to the party. Eda agrees.

It should also be mentioned that Serkan still doesn’t know her name at this point?? She refused to tell him and Engin still hasn’t sent him the names of the scholarship candidates so it’s a bit miraculous that their relationship was at all believable.

The next day, Cenk wants to meet but Eda has to go to the press conference. The girls come too for whatever reason, and Melo is convinced that Cenk wants to propose. Eda just lets that fantasy take hold (why tho?), and Cenk shows up unexpectedly right before the press conference and takes Eda into the nearby hotel’s cafe so they can talk.

Eda seems ready for a proposal (they haven’t seen each other or really communicated in months??) but Cenk wants to break up. Eda is shocked (???) but then Cenk mentions that he has a new girlfriend from Italy that he adores, and oh by the way, it’s the creepy girl from the other night who also happens to be here right now?

Okay fine, I guess??? Cenk: “She’s doesn’t speak Turkish” Girlfriend: *clearly a Turkish actress*

Eda is upset that he brought his jealous girlfriend with him to break up with her and says something about how actually, she’s seeing Serkan Bolat now (maybe it’s just me being someone who doesn’t follow tabloids, but are business people really that popular in every day society where everyone knows who they are?). Cenk laughs at Eda, saying that everyone wants to be with Serkan Bolat, and that she’s bluffing.

Eda makes an impulsive decision, and walks away, over to where Serkan has started the press conference. And seals their fate as fake dating in the public eye.

Queue confetti. No really.

And there we have it. That’s the episode!

In all seriousness, it’s a pretty great pilot, especially for a romcom. It hits all the right beats, includes enough tropes, and tells us a lot about what we should expect in the episodes going forward. And no matter how much I make fun of it, I really do enjoy this show! It’s been such a nice distraction from Current Events. I’ve spent a lot of time watching these episodes just saying “oh my god” out loud to myself as I watch all of the cute/romantic gestures that give me a lot of second hand embarrassment (I forget that PDA makes me kinda uncomfortable 😂).

There wasn’t actually that much terrible fashion in this episode, which I didn’t notice until my rewatch. If I continue with this series of posts, I’m hoping they’ll end up being less plot-centric, and more about the situationally inappropriate outfits and strange subtitling choices.

See you next time?

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artificialqueens · 3 years ago

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Galactica, Chapter 67 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 💫

Previously: Bianca introduced the world to her scandalous new girlfriend (in spite of strong disapproval from her friends, especially Fame), and Violet worried about Sutan’s friends accepting her.

This Chapter: Team Adult gather at Fame and Patrick’s for their annual chosen-family Christmas party.

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“No, no, not that one!” Fame stepped in front of the catering girl, picking up the wine glass she had just put on the dining room table. Fame held it up, catching the rim of it on the light, a smudge of white haze clearly clinging to the glass.

“Look at this!” Fame handed it to the woman, “Rewash. Now.”

The girl ran off, and Fame sighed, annoyance at the inconvenience of it all crawling under her skin. It was incredible how she always had to go through everyone's work with a fine-tooth comb, the ability to do things right the first time worryingly rare.

The dining room was almost complete, a crisp white table cloth spread out, glittering baubles in silver and glass placed in between plates and cutlery.

They would start the evening in the parlor, the bartender she had hired ready to make drinks for everyone as waiters moved through the crowd with trays of hors d'oeuvres. After that, they’d come here to the dining room for dinner, while dessert would be served in the living room.

Fame had perfected the seating chart, making sure to put Raja and Sutan on separate ends of the table so they wouldn’t speak Indonesian all night, Karl and Raven kept separate as well so they wouldn’t snap at each other, while Bianca had been sat as far away from Detox as possible so he couldn’t question her about anything related to the very unfortunate situation of Courtney.

(Fame had every expectation that it would all crash and burn, and honestly, the sooner it happened the better, Bianca’s newest brain damage doomed to fail from the start.)

She moved a fork with the tip of her finger, making sure it was perfectly straight, another wave of annoyance rolling over her at the thought.

“Having a good time?”

Fame looked over her shoulder, just to see Patrick stand in the doorframe, a smile on his face, his hair still wet from the shower he had taken after Charles’ evening walk. He was wearing the outfit she had put out for him, the blue wool sweater making him look absolutely fantastic, the new chinos she had ordered perfect on his legs.

“Are you giving me attitude too?” Fame fought the impulse to roll her eyes, Patrick always poking fun at her attention to detail, even though he never complained when she made sure their life ran like clockwork.

“Oh never,” Patrick pushed away from the door, the smile still on his face as he walked over. “But you deserve it sometimes.”

“You’re so fortunate I promised for better or worse when we got married.”

“If this is for worse,” Patrick leaned in, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. “I’m sure I can manage.”

***

Karl braced himself from the cold as he pressed down the doorbell, a piece of opera he didn’t recognize playing out because Fame never did anything halfway, ever.

He had come directly from London, only stopping at his hotel for a quick shower and a change of clothes, the catnap he had taken in his first class seat barely enough to tide him over. He’d planned a week in New York to see his friends and get some work stuff done with the American head office of Elite before going home for Christmas with his family.

The door opened, and Karl looked up to see Patrick stand there, a big smile on his face.

“Karl!”

“So good to see you,” Karl smiled, responding to the tight hug Patrick gave him, the man quickly taking his coat and directing him upstairs to the parlor.

It was always exciting to see what theme Fame had gone with, the live string quartet that was seated in a corner promising him one of her more extravagant moods.

In spite of his desire to always play it cool, a smile immediately broke out on his face at the sight of his friends.

God, he had really missed them.

Raja and Detox were standing near an enormous white Christmas tree decorated with silver ribbons and glass baubles, the usual Persian rug exchanged for a pure white one he was fairly certain had been bought just to fit this year's Christmas aesthetic.

“Raja, De!” Karl grinned, his friends greeting him with hugs, Raja pressing a kiss against his cheek, the patchouli scent that always clung to her wonderfully familiar. She was wearing a blue suit with a deep neckline, several golden necklaces hanging from her neck, one of them so long it was tucked between her tits. She was stunning as always, but he loved Raja’s bitchiness most of all. The years had made her more diplomatic,however, the judgemental asshole was still in there--now, it just took a cocktail or three to get her out.

“Love the hair,” Karl raised an eyebrow, trying to convey how sarcastic that compliment was, Detox’s hair a shade of bright, fire-engine red. “Dyed it for the holidays?”

“How’d you know?” Detox smirked. He was reliably the worst-dressed in every room, tonight donning a red velour blazer, white shirt, red bowtie and white pants, hair only slightly more horrible than the entire ensemble. “It’s gone over better than the Halloween green.”

“Much better,” Raja drawled with a grimace, and they all laughed, which drew Fame over.

“Karl!” Fame smiled, opening her arms. “Oh look at you!” She pulled him in for a hug, pressing a kiss against his cheek, her hands as always surprisingly cold.

“Look at you,” Karl took a step back, holding Fame’s hands in his so she wouldn’t run away, Fame constantly fretting and correcting in her evergoing quest to be the perfect hostess. “Fucking stunning.”

Fame giggled, the flattery clearly getting to her, and Karl couldn’t help but love her. She was wearing her signature white, a structured dress ending just above her knees, the neckline classy and sexy, her blonde hair in a curly updo.

“Where’s your drink?” Fame tilted her head, her teeth biting into her red lip.

“I’ll go get one.” Karl released her, making his way across the room, but first stopping when he saw Adore. She was in a black dress and her typical loosely-tied combat boots, hovering over a waiter to snag appetizers from his tray. It was comforting, Karl realized, how much these people never changed.

“It might be time,” Karl slung an arm around her neck, his cufflinks almost catching on her hair, “to start paying a little attention to your diet, hon.”

“It’s the holidays,” Adore grinned, her mouth full, and Karl couldn’t help but laugh.

“You don’t have to listen to me,” Karl released her with a shrug. “But when you’re fat, I will have no sympathy.”

“I just love you fashion people,” Adore rolled her eyes. “Obsessed with superficial nonsense.”

“Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, my dear,” Karl smiled.

“Well that’s a fucking lie,” Adore grinned, pushing her hair over her shoulder as she took his arm and led him towards the couches. “Have you ever had the cheddar biscuits at Red Lobster? Or any form of fried cheese?”

“Oh god,” Juju groaned, already sitting amongst the plush white pillows, her belly basically a perfect ball on her tiny frame. “I would kill for those cheddar biscuits right now. But I guess I’ll settle for you...Hi, stranger!”

Juju reached her arms up towards Karl and he laughed, bending over to kiss her cheek.

“Nice to see you too, Juju. You’re looking...uh…”

“I’m a fucking whale, you can say it,” Juju sighed, shaking her head.

“Nah, it takes all the fun out of it when you say it first,” Karl told her with a cheeky grin.

“Leave her alone, bitch! She’s glowing and gorgeous!” Raven came up behind them, looking exactly like the supermodel she was, not a hair or an inch of fabric out of place. She handed a full plate of appetizers to Juju, adding, “Here you go, love.”

“Really? You didn’t have to!” Juju smiled brightly, taking the plate. “You’re the best.”

“Come on Juju,” Karl grinned, tapping her leg. “You know she’s only doing that in case she ever gets pregnant, so we all have to kiss her ass and wait on her hand and foot.”

“Hey!” Raven exclaimed, a hand on her hip. “I resent that.”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well, no.” Raven laughed, leaning over to give Karl a hug and a kiss.

They chatted for a bit, catching up on everything that had happened since he was last in New York. If anyone had told him twenty years ago that his closest friend group would be mostly lesbian women and straight couples, he’d have laughed in their face. But now, years later, here he was, hearing about Adore’s newest lesbian punk band, Juju’s pregnancy, and Raven’s search for the perfect wedding invitations.

“Karl!” He turned around to see Fame, arms crossed and brow furrowed, voice scolding as she asked, “You still don’t have a drink?”

“Sorry, sorry!” He laughed, making a sweeping gesture towards Adore, Raven and Juju. “I guess I just got distracted by all this feminine grace and beauty.”

“Eat a dick!” Adore retorted, mouth full once again.

“Happily,” he shot back. “Who’s serving?”

Fame wrinkled her nose, taking Karl by the shoulders and gently guiding him towards the bar, where he was met by a bizarre sight, Patrick and Bianca standing side by side and chatting, both smiling and drinking what looked to be schnapps.

Karl had honestly expected Bianca to be public enemy number one of the friend group right now. Raja had caught him up in an email after he saw the pictures of Bianca with her newest blonde, who was apparently Fame’s assistant, Raja always the one to go to if you needed a detailed update on the alliances and altercations in the friend group.

He wouldn’t lie--he was a bit excited to witness the drama of it all. Unfortunately, in this moment, everything seemed disappointingly copacetic.

He was just about to say hello to Bianca when a blood-curdling scream came from upstairs. Detox took off, running up the stairs two at a time to attend to whichever one of his twins was having a meltdown.

When Kelly was little, Karl understood why they had to drag her around to events. But now, both Detox and Juju had established careers and plenty of money to afford child care at home, so it made no sense to him that they were there with the nanny instead of home with the nanny--though at least they knew enough to keep them blessedly out of sight, probably parked in front of a TV upstairs.

“Jesus christ,” Bianca groaned, and Karl nodded, the screams of children surely their own category of horrible.

“I was thinking the same thing,” he chuckled, and Bianca grinned, pulling him in for a hug.

“We need to get him a drink,” Fame said to the bartender, apparently unable to relax until he was properly lubricated.

“You’re been spending a lot of energy trying to get me drunk,” Karl said. “You don’t have any ulterior motives, do you?”

Bianca guffawed. “You two would truly be a match made in hell, huh?”

“You’d know all about matches made in hell, wouldn’t you?” Karl asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Bianca narrowed her own eyes at him for a second, then laughed slightly, shaking her head. “Good one, bitch.”

“Karl,” Fame whined, gesturing towards the bartender.

“Alright, alright. Uh, can I just get a triple tequila on the rocks?” He turned to Fame, asking, “Happy? This’ll catch me up quick.”

Fame gave a satisfied nod, but then Karl was distracted by his name being called from across the room.

“Karl!”

Karl turned around to see Sutan at the top of the stairs and he instantly abandoned everyone at the bar to go greet him.

“It’s so good to see you!” Sutan smiled brightly, pulling him into the tightest hug and holding him close, the two men locked in an embrace.

Karl had really truly missed Sutan, emailing or calling not the same as actually being with his friend, even though they were in contact almost every single day. He was so overjoyed that he almost didn’t notice the dark-haired woman standing at Sutan’s side, a pair of crutches under her arms.

“Violet, this is Karl, one of my closest friends who unfortunately abandoned us to go live in London,” Sutan said, punching him affectionately on the arm. “Karl, meet Violet.”

“Hi, nice to meet you,” Violet said, balancing one of her crutches to shake his hand.

If anything positive could be said about Sutan’s dreadful taste in women, it was that they generally had a strong sense of personal style, and this one was no exception. She wore a deep green dress with a high neck and long sleeves, the cut flattering on her slender frame and hiding her cast.

For a moment, he was almost impressed- until he noticed that she was barely paying him any attention, her eyes all over the room behind him like she was looking for something.

“You too, Violet,” Karl said. “I love this dress. Is it Versace?”

“Yes.” Violet glanced at Sutan, who put an arm around her, looking very proud of the incredibly mediocre first impression his girlfriend had just made. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” After a moment of awkward silence, Karl gave a tense smile.

Good lord, this girl was dull as rocks.

It never failed to astound him how Sutan wound up with such basic bitches. He supposed that it had something to do with how laid-back he was: he almost never chose the girls; they chose him.

Although if his idiotic grin could be believed, he was strangely gaga over this one.

Karl knew he should have told him to just call Violet back in September, being ignored by her clearly terrible for Sutan’s critical thinking skills and decision making.

“Karl, you left without your drink,” Fame said, handing over the glass, and suddenly Karl was grateful for her relentless hounding, taking a huge swallow and letting the tequila burn down his throat.

“So…” Karl looked back at Violet. “I hear you two have been shacking up.”

He loved Sutan with his entire heart, but the man wasn’t easy to live with since he always put work first, wasn’t easy to be around - not even with a broken foot. But if Sutan’s emails were to be believed, there hadn’t been any issues at all, which meant Karl had to do his own digging.

“How’s that going?”

“It’s been great,” Sutan laughed, “Right, lovely eyes?”

Karl had to use all of his strength not to retch at that particular nickname, studying Violet’s reaction. Upon closer inspection, her face was not quite as pretty as she looked at first glance, especially the set of her lips--resting bitch face was an understatement, everything about her mean and distant.

“Yes. Great.”

Karl couldn’t pinpoint it, but her tone was terrible, dry and uninterested, like she’d rather be anywhere else.

“Can I-” Violet looked around the room. “I need to sit down-”

“Right. Sorry!” Sutan looked around, spotting empty seats near the bar. “Come on Karl!”

***

Bianca wandered towards the girls with her drink in hand, dropping a kiss to the top of Juju’s head before gesturing to the sofa.

“Mind if I sit?”

“Go ahead!” Juju smiled up at her, one of her hands resting on her belly, “Although at the rate I’m growing, there may not be room for you much longer.”

“Ha!” Bianca sat down, placing her drink on the side table. “So I guess I shouldn’t ask how you’re feeling?”

“I’m feeling like a cow,” Jujubee complained, though she was rubbing her thumb up and down, gently petting her belly. “Thank God this is the last one, and that there is only one this time. Another set of twins would have killed me.”

“I’m very glad to say I can’t relate,” Bianca laughed.

“Oh, come on, Bianca, you’ve been a mother,” Raven said, her voice silky smooth, lashing fluttering as she continued, “I mean you practically raised Adore and just adopted a new baby, right?”

Bianca knew, of course, that this was Raven’s sad attempt at a joke about Courtney’s age, and she rolled her eyes, asking, “Wanna get to the punchline, cunt?”

“There’s no punchline! I just think you’re a great person for being so generous with today’s youth,” Raven said proudly, and Bianca responded with another eye roll.

“Where is your little conquest tonight, anyway?” Juju asked, sitting up straight as Detox came back down the stairs, thankfully without a toddler on his arm.

“Working.”

“Oh...what a shame,” Raven clucked. “I was really looking forward to having her catch me up on Sesame Street.”

“Princess please, she’s obviously watching a big girl show like Dora the Explorer,” Raja cut in, settling down beside Raven on the loveseat.

“You know what, you’re both assholes.”

“Maybe we just think you can do better, Bibi,” Raja shrugged, putting an arm around Raven.

“Exactly,” Fame piled on, perching delicately in a chair. “I mean for god’s sake, Bianca, I’ve seen her wear neon. You can’t be with someone like that.”

“Yeah, well, neons are back,” Bianca grumbled.

“Neons are great,” Detox grinned, settling beside his wife. “Very in amongst high schoolers.”

Bianca attempted a smile, but it came out more like a sneer. She’d been expecting this, of course, but it was still annoying. She looked around, craning her neck to try and spot her sister.

Where was Adore? Surely she’d be just as annoyed at everyone talking shit about her best friend, but she was probably sneaking a cigarette on the back terrace or hiding upstairs with the kids.

“I think she’s great,” Juju said, and Bianca was grateful for at least one person on her side, ignoring the eye rolls from the peanut gallery as Juju continued, “She’s sweet, smart, spunky, I totally get why you like her.”

“Thank you! See, this is why you’re my favorit-”

“But she’s too young for you,” Juju finished, and Bianca scoffed. She should have known there’d be a ‘but’ coming.

“I’ve always hated you,” she said flatly, taking a swig of her wine as the others laughed. “But come on. She’s in her 20s, what’s the big deal?”

“She’s on the wrong end of her 20s,” Juju said with a light grimace, Detox nodding at her side.

“No, she isn’t. She went to school with Adore. So she’s what, mid 20s? That’s not even-”

“She’s 21,” Adore said, choosing that moment to return, flopping down onto the floor next to the sofa with a full plate of snacks, casually adding. “She graduated early.”

“When are you flying to New Orleans again?” Bianca asked, and Adore laughed.

“Listen, don’t be mad at me. I totally ship it; you know that,” Adore said, handing Bianca a napkin with a mini quiche as an apology.

Bianca took it, chucking her sister on the cheek before barreling on.

“By the way, you’re all a bunch of hypocrites, because nobody gave Tan shit like this when he started dating Violet!" Bianca gestured towards the bar where Sutan and Violet were chatting with Karl and Patrick.

“Wait, we didn't give him shit?” said Juju. “Oh man, I gotta think of some jokes.”

“Bianca, listen,” Fame said. “The real problem is that she’s barely competent-”

“Rude,” Adore muttered, and Bianca rewarded her loyalty with a shoulder squeeze.

“I’m just saying, she already has enough trouble focusing on her work. I don’t need you breaking her heart,” Fame said pointedly.

“Look, she really has improved since she first started,” Raja said, continuing with an arrogant wave of her hand. “I see her growth, as minimal as it is to me. I just don’t think this is the best idea you’ve had regarding relationships.”

“Duly noted,” Bianca snapped, gripping her glass tightly, more than ready to change the subject.

When they finally moved on, she did her best to follow the conversation about everyone’s vacation plans, but found herself still feeling tense and irritated. She excused herself from the group to go get another drink, then instead headed upstairs to have a moment of peace and quiet.

***

Courtney pulled her coat tighter around herself, grateful that at least she now had protection from the freezing cold wind and rain whipping around her. It had been a long couple of days--weather miserably gray, full of stressful end-of-year fire drills. She’d finally finished putting together the long list of Miss Fame’s business contacts so that she could approve gifts and holiday cards, and was anxious to get home.

Her stomach clenched when her phone began to buzz in her handbag, praying that it wouldn’t be some urgent task that required her to turn around and go back to the office. Surely Miss Fame had her hands full tonight with her party.

When she saw that it was Bianca calling, a big smile broke out on her face. She stepped under an awning to answer.

“B! Hi!” Courtney exclaimed, “I figured you’d be busy with your friends all night.”

“I decided to take a break from the festivities,” Bianca said flatly, and Courtney laughed.

“Having fun, huh?” She tilted her head, hand twirling a lock of hair.

“Oh yeah. What about you? Are you still at work?”

“No, I’m walking to the train,” Courtney said.

“How would you feel about hopping into a cab and coming to my place instead?” Bianca asked.

Courtney looked at the time on her phone, confused. There was no way they already ate dinner, it was barely 8.

“Aren’t you gonna be there for awhile?”

“I think I’m gonna skip out early,” Bianca said with a sigh. “I’m just not feeling it tonight. So, whaddaya say? Thai?”

“Are you sure?” Courtney asked, holding her breath. Of course, dinner and an evening with Bianca was about a thousand times better than the night of cup-o-noodles and Netflix on her phone that she had planned, but she also knew how important Bianca’s friends were to her. “I don’t want to take you away from them if-”

“I’m sure. Please come. I really want to see you.”

Warmth filled Courtney’s chest as she took a deep breath, her smile now so big that it threatened to crack her face in two.

“I’m on my way.”

“Great. See you soon, angel.”

***

“Where do you think you’re going?” Fame demanded, a hand on her hip. She’d noticed Bianca slip from the room earlier and had followed her, her friend now coming downstairs, coat on and cell phone in hand.

Bianca looked down at Fame, a slightly guilty expression on her face and Fame instantly felt her stomach clench.

“I’m...I’m sorry, blondie, I’m just not feeling up for the whole thing tonight.” She let out a sigh, adding, “I’m sorry.”

“You said that already,” Fame informed her, brow furrowed. She had no idea why Bianca was being like this. Of all people, Fame would think that she’d be the first one to be able to take a few jokes about her ill-fated relationship.

She’d certainly dished it enough to all of them over the years.

“Well, I am,” Bianca said, but made no move to remove her coat or put it back as she came down the last few steps, still clearly planning to leave.

“Wait Bianca, what about dinner?” Fame exclaimed, finding it easier to focus on food than her feeling of being abandoned by someone she considered her closest friend on such an important night, her stomach in knots. “We haven’t even had the first course!”

“Would you rather I left in the middle of the meal?” Bianca asked.

“No, I would rather you stayed and had a good time and stopped being so...so…” Fame was looking for the words, anger and fear and worry swirling in her guts.

“Please,” Bianca pressed a kiss to Fame’s cheek. “I’ll owe you one, okay?”

“No. No. This is not okay!” Fame burst out, refusing to accept how this conversation was going, how Bianca was being so incredibly selfish, the fact that she already owed her several ‘ones’ clearly forgotten by her friend. “It’s not okay. I really don’t understand this, we’re just looking out for you.”

“I know. But I’d rather skip ahead to the part where you guys are happy for me.” Bianca sighed, rolling her eyes, and it hit Fame like a punch to the stomach. “Which I assume you will be, eventually.”

Fame groaned. It seemed like Bianca was determined to take this little fling way too seriously, daring to prioritize someone completely new over all of them.

Fame only hoped that when it all crashed and burned, she’d have a functioning office. She shook her head, resigned to the fact that Bianca really was leaving early, skipping out on what was usually her favorite night of the year.

“Merry Christmas, blondie.”

“Merry Christmas,” Fame grumbled back, barely patting her on the back when Bianca hugged her goodbye.

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CSI Rogers and Barnes: The Serious Cereal Serial Killer Episode 16: Is This Thing Rolling...

Co-written with @icanfeelastormbrewing

Part 2

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Please read Part 1 first.

“I’m not trying that on, you seen the price tag?” Bucky glared at Katie who narrowed he eyes as she held up the Midnight Blue Soho Double Breasted wool suit.

“You are so trying it on Barnes, you’ll look amazing in it.” She insisted. “Trust me, Sam will love it”

“Sam can wear it if he loves it.” Bucky shook his head. “Doll face, it’s almost five hundred bucks!”

“It’s a Paul Smith” she shrugged “You want quality, you gotta pay. Trust me, a good suit is an investment Bucky.”

Bucky considered this for a moment before he cocked his head and a teasing grin spread across his face “Yeah, I suppose. And I can always use it for the next wedding.”

“You’re not getting married in that.” Katie shook her head. “You need a tux.”

“I’m not getting married, you are.” He looked at her and she rolled her eyes, well used to his constant teasing about he and Steve’s future by now.

“Just try on the goddamned suit.”

“Cranky much?” he mumbled.

“May I remind you that I am hungover and you dragged me out here to help you but you keep bitching about everything I suggest. I should be dying on my sofa indulging in indecent amounts of sugar.” Kate narrowed he eyes at him.

“Technically it’s not your sofa. You might have moved in, but…”

“Err, it belongs to Steve and he belongs to me, ergo it’s mine.”

“You know I could argue against that but if I ask him he will probably say of course I’m hers with that stupid goofy smile on his dumb face.”

Katie smirked “Exactly.” She thrust the suit at him “Go. Try. NOW!”

Bucky took the suit “Vicious.”

Leaving Katie glaring at his back he headed into the changing room and quickly stripped before pulling on the suit. And, in all fairness, he had to hand it to Katie, it was smart, probably the nicest one he has ever worn to be fair. It felt good, decent quality and was tailored exceptionally well. Dare he admit it, he looked pretty damned good. He opened the cubicle door and walked out of the changing room to get Stark’s opinion, finding her stood not far away looking at something on her phone, frowning.

“You ok?” he asked, and she nodded, not raising her head, her eyes fixed on the screen.

“Yeah was just looking at some photos that Tony put of the bachelor party on facebook…” she took a breath and looked at Bucky “How did Steve really get that black eye? I can tell he is lying to me.”

Ah, crap… should have seen that one coming Barnes.

He let out a sigh “Ask him”

“I did, and now I’m asking you.”

He groaned, knowing full well he wasn’t going to get out of this. Fuck you, Steve, fuck you.

“Fine, I’ll tell you if you promise not to freak out.” He looked at Katie who nodded.

“Promise”

“Why don’t I believe you? And if you say anything to Steve I’ll bug your bedroom and post the recordings on my Instastories”

“I said I wouldn’t flip out at you.” She looked at him “That’s all I’m promising, but seeing as we’re making threats, James, if you don’t tell me I’ll also post a video. The one I got of you singing into a wooden spoon the other morning to The Sound Of Music”

Bucky felt his mouth drop open in horror. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me bitch.” She shook her head “It will go under the caption of Bucky Von Crapp, seeing as you sounded like a strangled cat.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, as he began to recall the events of the previous night.

“Be your bachelor party next.” Bucky grinned at Steve as they stood at the bar in the compound.

Steve rolled his eyes “Just don’t.”

“Come on punk, you know it ain’t that far-fetched.” Bucky grinned and turned to order their drinks. Just as he was paying he heard Steve muttering to the side of him.

“You gotta be shitting me.”

Frowning he turned to look at Steve, whose jaw was twitching. His nostrils flared as he’s glared at something, or someone. Bucky followed his eyeline and saw a tall, slim, dark haired man dressed in a white button down and black slacks, stood with a group of other guys.

“Am I supposed to know who that is?” he turned back to Steve, a puzzled expression on his face.

“I wish I didn’t know who it is. It’s Ward.” Steve replied simply.

Bucky’s frown deepened as he looked back at the man, then turned once more to Steve “As in Stark’s douchebag ex Ward?”

“In the flesh.”

Bucky took the beer from the bartender with a thanks and looked Ward over again “He looks like a dick.”

Besides him Steve picked up his beer, “If it looks like a dick…” at that point Ward let out a huge laugh, “And sounds like a dick…”

Bucky snorted and watched as a slim, bottle blonde woman in a tight skirt and very revealing top approached Ward. Ward smiled and looped an arm round her, giving her a kiss.

“Wait…is that who he did the dirty on Stark with?” Bucky looked at Steve.

The Captain nodded.

“Talk about a down grade.” Bucky shook his head “She ain’t a patch on your girl Stevie.”

“I know, thanks pal.” Steve gave a small smile then sighed “If Tony sees him….” He glanced around for the man in question to see him stood with a few other members of the Batchelor Party, looking the other way.

“Why is he even in here? I thought Pepper vetoed him after the incident on the karaoke night?” Bucky asked.

“She did. But Happy isn’t working is he? He’s over there drinking with Tony, and Pepper aint here either so… “ Steve took a breath and frowned “I don’t get it, why would he want to come here anyway? And how would he know he’d get in…unless…he found out about the party somehow…”

“Probably just a coincidence.” Bucky offered.

“I don’t believe in coincidences Buck.” Steve looked at him. Bucky held his gaze for a moment before he turned back in Ward’s direction and took a deep breath as he saw the man in question’s eyes flick towards them. A sly grin spread across Ward’s face and he said something to the woman who nodded as he began to head towards them.

“Well, looks like we’re about to find out.” Bucky muttered. Steve turned to him, followed his gaze and the rolled his eyes, turning back to the bar.

Ward stopped at the other side of the bar, placing his order before he remarked. “Rogers.”

Steve didn’t even look at him when he replied “What are you doing here Ward?”

“Same as you, having a good time with some friends.” He gestured back to the group he had been with “ I see it’s Tony’s bachelor party. Pepper, I presume?”

Steve continued to ignore him.

“Give him my regards.”

At that, Steve turned his head in Ward’s direction just long enough to shoot him a filthy look before he picked up his drink.

“Come on Rogers, you still bitter at me?”

Steve swallowed a mouthful of his beer “Bitter isn’t exactly the word I would use” his voice was flat, unemotional, and Bucky knew that was far more dangerous than when he displayed out and out anger.

Time to step in.

“Look, jack ass…” Bucky pulled himself up to his full height and glared at Ward. “Why don’t you go and talk to Tony yourself. Sure he’d be thrilled to see you after what you did to his sister.”

Ward looked down at Bucky, there was a few inches height difference but it didn’t bother the Sergeant in the slightest. He knew if it came to it he could handle his own.

“And you are?” Ward raised his eyebrows.

“Barnes. Sergeant James Barnes.”

“That’s quite a mouthful Sergeant.” Ward mused. “And, speaking of mouthfuls. How’s Katie doing Rogers?”

Steve gripped his beer bottle tighter, an action Bucky saw in the corner of his eye. “Don’t you even mention her name asshole.”

“Are you ever gonna man up and ask her out?” Ward shook his head and at that Steve turned to face him.

“I’m warning you. Stop talking about her.”

At his words a smirk spread across Ward’s face. “Oh my god, you finally did…you two are…you’re together.”

Steve simply stared at him as Bucky grinned, unable to stop himself from speaking the childish insult that had cropped into his head.

“Well I know which one of you got the short straw, I mean you didn’t exactly trade Stark in for a better model did you? Certainly not from the looks of your poor man’s Dolly Parton over there anyway.”

To his delight the smug grin on Ward’s face slipped and a flash of anger was noticeable in his eyes.

Steve lay his a hand on Bucky’s shoulder “Leave it pal, he’s not worth it.” But it was too late, Ward has bitten back, rising to Bucky’s jibe.

“Don’t you dare talk about my fiancé that way.”

And at that Steve snorted “Fiancé? Seriously?”

Ward glared at him “You got something to say Rogers?”

“Nothing at all.” Steve chuckled. “I wish her luck, she’s gonna need it.” With that he picked up his bottle “Come on Buck.”

Steve turned to go and Bucky looked Ward up and down one more time, smirking, before he to made to follow Steve.

Crisis averted.

“Hey, Rogers? She’s a good fuck isn’t she?”

Crisis re-emerging.

Steve stopped, his shoulders tense and he took a deep breath, but didn’t turn round.

“Does she still do that thing with her nose? You know, just as she’s about to come? That little twich?” Ward continued, letting out a little groan “Man even thinking about that now does things to me…I kinda miss it.”

At that Steve spun around, blazing with anger ready to go for Ward but he was too late. Bucky had already shoved the asshole hard in the chest.

“You’re really starting to piss me off.” He growled as Ward stumbled back a few steps. Bucky clocked that some of his friends were now walking towards them, and was distracted slightly when Ward shoved him back. Bucky then spotted the swing that was coming his way and ducked. Unfortunately Steve, who was stood behind him, took the punch straight to the left side of his face. The Captain staggered a few steps backwards before he righted himself and then drew his right fist back and smacked it straight into Ward’s nose. Ward dropped to the floor, blood billowing down his shirt as Steve shook his fist out, flexing his fingers.

Bucky blinked as Ward lay on the floor, the force of Steve’s punch knocking him out cold and he turned to his friend, raising an eyebrow a little “I had him on the ropes.”

“I know you did.” Steve looked at his friend before he sighed “Suppose we better call 911 so they can get him on a gurney��”

Katie blinked as Bucky finished his tale. “So it was Ward?”

Bucky nodded “You understand why he didn’t want to tell you now, yeah?”

“I guess so” she bit her lip.

“I gotta ask, what the fuck did you ever see in him?” Bucky shook his head “Tony’s right, the guy is a shitweasel.”

She snorted “Trust me, I have no idea.”

Silence fell between the two of them and Bucky took a deep breath “You’re not mad are you?”

“Mad? No, I just think you’re a pussy for dodging the punch and letting Stevie take it Barnes.” She teased, smiling at him.

He shrugged “First time for everything.”

“Suppose I’ll have to thank you both for defending my honour.” She smiled, before her smile turned into a dirty smirk “But your thanks will be a little less physical than Steve’s.”

Bucky groaned “Gross.” He then looked at her, narrowing his eyes “You promised not to tell him I told you.”

“No I promised not to go mad.” She stated.

Bucky looked at her, contemplating her words before he realised that was in fact what she had said. He let out a growl of frustration and shook his head “Whatever.”

At that point they both heard a low whistle and turned to see Sam striding through the men’s boutique towards them.

“Well look at you sergeant Barnes, you’re gonna kill all the ladies” Sam grinned, raising his hand and extending his finger and thumb in a gun motion “Pew pew!”

Katie turned to Bucky, smiling “Told you he was gonna love it.”

Bucky rolled his eyes before he smirked and turned to Sam “Not the ladies I’m after.” And with that he gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“Aww you two are so cute.” Katie clapped her hands together.

“Piss off Stark” Bucky shot back.

“Now who’s cranky?” she laughed “I tell you you’re cute and you get all pissy!”

Bucky shook his head “I’m gonna get out of this suit.”

“Need any help.” Sam quipped and Katie arched an eyebrow.

“Guess I’ll be right there at the opposite side of the store, pretending I don’t know you two.”

“Now you know how I feel around you and Stevie.” Bucky looked at her.

Katie laughed “You know, the 4 of us should go out again soon.”

“Yeah, but without the element of surprise this time.” Sam shot her and Bucky an accusatory look

“Well it’s all out in the open now. But I kinda miss the sneaking around…it was a little exciting.” Katie shrugged.

“Seriously?” Sam looked at her and she snorted.

“No, it was hell.” And then she grinned “Although the secret sex was good.”

“Tell me more girl.” Sam wiggled his eyebrows and Bucky shook his head.

“Trust me you don’t want to know”

“Oh, trust me I do.”

“And on that note, now I’m really gonna go get changed.” Bucky nodded towards the changing rooms “Then we can drop you home so you can die on the sofa.”

“Actually I need you to drop me off at Momma Rogers’” she said.

“Oooh you having lunch at Sarah’s?” Bucky smiled, knowing full well that he’d end up with an invite when he dropped her off.

“Yup, and I can’t wait.” She said, “I need food. My stomach feels like its eating itself.”

***** Steve walked into his Ma’s, stamping his feet on the mat, ridding his boots of the light dusting of snow he’d picked up since getting out of the car.

“Ma?” he gave a shout as he unwrapped the scarf from round his neck and began to undo his thick, blue quilted Canada Goose jacket. She emerged out of the kitchen into the hall and beamed at him, but her smile slipped and she nodded to his face.

“I thought the days of you coming home with a black eye were well behind you.” She stared at him “What the hell did you do?”

“Things got a bit messy at Tony’s stag party” he shrugged as his mom gently reached up to cup his cheek, tilting his face round so she can see it better. “Don’t fuss ma.”

“Shut up Steven.” Sarah’s voice was as stern as her face “I’m your mother and I’ll fuss if I want to.”

Steve rolled his eyes as her hand dropped back to her side. “Has Star seen this?”

“We live together. Of course she has.”

“Hmm, bet she didn’t like it either.” Sarah shot back “Good job you’re a fast healer. That would look a right mess in the wedding photos next week.”

“He came off worse, trust me.” Steve shrugged off her comment.

“You’re a Captain in the NYPD Steven, fancy brawling in a bar like some school kid.” His mother shook her head.

“I know ma, but…well it had to be done, and I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” He urged, hoping she would take the hint and drop it but of course she didn’t.

“What do you mean it had to be done?” she pressed and Steve knew he wasn’t going to be able to fob her off so decided to tell her the truth.

“Ward showed up last night at the compound. He was saying vile things about Katie. Really vile”

“So you punched him?” Sarah deadpanned.

“No, I mean yes, after he took a swing at Bucky…look, it’s really not a big deal.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes “I really don’t like that boy. Tony isn’t particularly fond of him either.”

“That’s because he’s a prick.” Steve shrugged.

“Language Steven. But yes, he is a prick. Now, let me get you some tea.”

Steve followed her into the kitchen and she filled the kettle and Steve started rummaging in the fridge for a snack.

“You know it’s funny his name is Grant.”

Steve emerged with a piece of pie that he had found and looked at her “What do you mean?” He took a bite of the pie which turned out to be cherry. It was good.

“I mean you both share the name and couldn’t be more different from one another.” His mother mused.

Steve swallowed his food. “Well, not all the ladies called Sarah are as pretty as you…or make as good a pie as you.”

Sarah smiled at her son, shaking her head. “Shut up Stevie.”

He chuckled “What you making for lunch?” he asked as he checked his watch to see it was almost 1. Kate had text him about 15 minutes ago to say they were leaving the store in Brooklyn City centre so she shouldn’t be far off.

“I take it that means you’re staying then?” Sarah turned to look at him and he grinned, as she shook her head, smiling to herself “Oh, and where is Star by the way?”

“She’s gone shopping with Bucky for a suit. Told her to meet me here if that’s ok? She shouldn’t be long.”

“Of course it’s ok. You’re always welcome here, you know that.”

Steve smiled, swallowed the last of his pie and took a deep breath. He knew that he didn’t have long to do what he needed to do before Katie arrived so he had to do it now. “Er, Ma, before she gets here, I err, I wanted to talk to you.” He said, his hand gently rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah?” she asked, not looking at him as she reached for 2 mugs in the cupboard.

“Yeah…” god his palms were sweaty, this shouldn’t be as nerve wracking as it was, it’s his mom…

Sarah turned to face him, a mug still in her right hand and she frowned at the expression on his face. “What is it son? What’s wrong?

“Nothing’s wrong. Quite the opposite actually.” He took another deep, shaky breath and smiled at his mom. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking these last few days especially, and, well, with Katie living with me for the past few months it’s kinda hit home just how good it feels, ya know? And I want it all the time…so before I came here, I went to ask Tony for his blessing to ask Katie to marry me.” At his words he watched the mug slip from his mother’s fingers and it hit the tiled floor and smashed. He had expected her to react in some way but not quite like that. “Ma you ok?” He watched as she brought a trembling hand to her mouth.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m ok Stevie…it’s just…” she blinked “I’ve been waiting for this day to arrive for so long.”

Steve couldn’t resist teasing her “I didn’t say he had given his blessing.”

His mom looked at him, arching an eyebrow “Would it make a difference to you if he hadn’t?”

“Not really.” He shrugged, smiling softly.

“But he has right?” Sarah looked at him “Because I know Howard and Maria would be as happy as I am right now.”

Steve smiled softly. “Yeah. He did. Long Story, but…let’s just say I know Howard would be happy too. But don’t get too excited, she hasn’t said yes yet.”

Sarah scoffed “Oh hush, like she’s gonna say no!”

He smiled softly before he looked at his feet before he glanced back at his mother “So, Ma, I was…I was wondering if I could have you ring?”

Sarah smiled, her eyes shining as she gave a nod “Of course you can son.” She walked towards him and cupped his face “It’s been waiting for you for years.”

Steve smiled, the lump that he had earlier felt in his throat in Tony’s study was back again as he looked at his mom. “You know, there was a time I thought I’d ask you for it for Peggy.”

Sarah shook her head and with a simply shrug stated “I always knew it would be Star’s”

The sentiment hit Steve like a tonne of bricks. First Howard, now his mom. The man he had long since come to regard as a father and his mother had both spotted what he had failed to see for almost a decade.

“Ma…” he managed to choke out, his eyes filling and Sarah smiled.

“I know son. And it makes me so happy to know you’re happy too. Finally.” She leaned up to give him a huge and kissed his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

She left the kitchen leaving Steve to his own thoughts. He’d had a few doubts, not about marrying Katie, but whether or not it was too soon, but that fact that neither Tony nor his mother had commented on the fact that they’d only technically been together for 3 months. In reality they’d been with one another for much longer, having been best friends and dare he say it, completely and utterly blind to what was in front of them. There wasn’t a woman in the world that would ever come close. He smiled to himself, suddenly his eye didn’t hurt anymore. After speaking to Tony and his ma, and most importantly Howard’s message he felt like he was living his life how he should be. He had everything he has ever wanted, and more.

Sarah walked back into the room and handed him a black velvet ring box. He opened it, smiling as he took in the ring which sat nestled in the ruby red silk inside of the box. It was a large oval shaped diamond, with a pave set slim band. It was delicate enough to suit his girl but also big enough to be flashy, which he knew she wouldn’t care about but he did. There was something in his ego that wanted Katie to have a decent rock on her finger. But the main thing about it was the sentiment. This had belonged to his great-grandmother, then his grandmother, and now his mother, passed down the Roger’s side of the family for generations until it reached his Pa. He looked at his mom, his eyes straying to her ring finger where she still wore her simple wedding band having stopped wearing her engagement ring some 5 years or so after his father had died. When he had asked her why, she’d sighed and simply said that on what would have been their 10th wedding anniversary seeing it had made her sad as it reminded her of the day his father proposed. He hadn’t pushed her to explain, he understood.

“You know it was pretty unheard of to have a diamond that big back when your great-grandfather bought but, well, you know the Rogers side had some connections so to speak.” She said and Steve snorted. He had a feeling if he dug far enough back into his father’s side of the family he would uncover all sorts of Irish-Italian mob members, which was the reason he had never bothered.

“I forgot how pretty it is” Steve smiled “It’s been years since I last saw it. But I remember how I used to play with it when I was little and you held me in your arms when I was sick.” Sarah smiled fondly “Yes you used to like to roll it around my finger.”

“It was soothing.” Steve said, his eyes on the ring as it sparkled in the light of the kitchen. “I liked how it shone under the light.”

“Maybe one day your kids will do the same to Star.” Sarah said, a little suggestion in her tone and Steve looked at her.

“I’d like that Ma.” He confirmed and she took a deep breath.

“Well, I hope it happens soon.” The looked at him pointedly “I’m getting old Steve and I want to be able to run around after my grandkids.”

“Behave!” Steve laughed, shutting the box as he looked at her, smirking “There’s plenty of life in the old dog yet.”

Sarah narrowed her eyes at him “Cheeky.”

At that point they were interrupted by the bell ringing followed by the opening of the door and Katie’s voice drifted up the hallway. “You’re such an ass Barnes, I ain’t rung the bell at this house for 9 and a half years!”

His best friend’s laugh hit his ears “ I like the sound it makes.”

Steve glanced at his mom, panic flooding his system as he curled his hand around the box.

“I’ll go see them in…buy you some time.” She nodded. As she walked out of the kitchen he heard her greeting Katie as he hastily stashed the ring box in his coat pocket where it was hanging on the chair back

“Oh, err…” he heard his mom stop and Bucky spoke.

“Sorry, Mrs R, this is…”

“I know who he is James, Sam worked with Steve long before you came back from Russia. I just didn’t know he was your Sam.”

“Sure am, Mrs Rogers. Nice to see you again.

At that point Katie walked into the Kitchen, pulling off her hat and her scarf, her cheeks pink from the cold. Steve smiled and opened his arms. “Hey sweetheart, you feeling better?”

She stepped into his embrace, taking the soft kiss he offered “Much, be even better still when I’ve eaten.”

He smiled and looked up at Bucky as Katie stepped back to take off her coat. “Get a suit, jerk?”

Bucky dropped his jacket onto a chair “Yeah and a pair of shiny shoes your girl insists are in fashion.”

Katie rolled her eyes “He looks good in it right Sam?”

“He sure does but…”

“Don’t say it Sam!” Bucky warned, and Steve had a feeling he knew what was coming next. And sure enough…

“He looks better out of it.”

Katie looked at Steve “See what I’ve had to put up with? Had to pretend I didn’t know em.”

“Welcome to the grossed out by another couple club, doll face.” Bucky looked at her and she rolled her eyes as Sarah laughed.

“They can’t still be that bad James.”

“The tales I could tell you about these two from the last week or so alone are NOT suitable for a Mom’s ears Mrs R.”

“Shut up Bucky.” Katie and Steve shot back in synergy.

“And they do that. Talk at the same time, say the same thing…” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, it’s kinda freaky.” Sam nodded in agreement.

“You can shut up too Sam.” Steve looked at him.

“Hey don’t look at me. I do what he does…” he pointed to Bucky “only slower.”

Bucky glanced around, spotted the smashed mug on the tiles and pointed to it “What happened there?”

Steve looked at the mug, recalling the reason why it had smashed and was desperately trying to think of an excuse when his mom came to the rescue.

“Oh, I was making a tea and along came Stevie with his black eye and my mug slipped.” She looked at Bucky “By the way, James, Steve says you were involved too. Seems like the pair of you are back to being troublesome teenagers again.” She looked at Sam “I’d keep an eye on your boyfriend Sam. He needs to be put in check some times.”

Steve and Katie share a glance at Sarah’s use of the word boyfriend. It was a term Bucky hadn’t actually used when referring to Sam.

“He’s not my, we’re not…” Bucky trailed off as Sam glared at him.

“Well this is awkward.” He mumbled as Sarah narrowed her eyes

“You can’t lie to me James Barnes. You love this young man.”

And just like that Steve found himself smirking at the fact that someone was ripping into Bucky’s and not his relationship for a change

**** Of course Sarah wouldn’t dream of allowing Bucky and Sam to leave without being fed so the 5 of them ate lunch and then before the two men headed off to spend the rest of the afternoon together. As usual, Sarah insisted that Katie and Steve leave her to clear up so they retired to the living room and curled up on the sofa. The fire was on, giving the room a cosy, warm feel and Katie was sitting snuggled up to Steve, curled under a blanket.

After about 10 minutes her attention turned from the TV to his face. Steve could feel her eyes on him and he turned to face her as she sat up and her fingers gently caressed his eye and cheekbone.

“Does it hurt?” she asked him quietly.

“It did, not anymore.” He replied honestly.

“Good, close your eyes.” She instructed. Steve arched an eyebrow at her but did as he was told. She kisses his eyelid and around his bruise tenderly, her breath warm on his skin “Really Stevie” she took his face in both her hands and tiled it left, then right “ I’m so jealous of your eyelashes”

He laughed and opened his eyes, his hand running up the outside of her arm where it rest over her shoulder.

“Thank you.” She looked at him

“For what, doll?”

“For punching Ward.”

Steve looked at her, shaking his head “Fucking Bucky.”

“That’s Sam’s job” Katie said making him chuckle a little “Don’t be mad at him, I pushed him into telling me.”

“Should have figured you would.” He shrugged.

“Why’s that?”

“Because you can be persistent when you want to be sweetheart.” He smiled gently. “And you’re welcome. I’d do it again in a shot, you have no idea how good it felt.”

“My hero.” She smiled, “Guess not all superheroes wear capes, huh? Mind you, I’m not sure Superman would go around punching Lois Lane’s ex…”

“For the record, Superman does wear a cape, but that aside, even Superheroes have bad days doll.” Steve shrugged.

“You know, that’s a kid’s bedtime story.” She looked at him and he shot her a cheeky grin.

“I can read it to you tonight if you like?”

“How about you read it to me now Captain?” she arched an eyebrow as he looked down at her. Grinning he sat back against the cushions and pat his leg, gesturing with his head.

“Come here Doll.”

Katie moved so she was straddling him, her hands smoothed up his chest to his shoulder and his fell to her hips. Both of them threw a glance to the door of the room, conscious Sarah was in the kitchen, but there was no sign of her, Steve could hear her humming to a song vaguely in the kitchen and knew she would be in there for a while. He leaned up, pressing his lips to Katie’s, his hands moving and splaying on her back, pulling her closer.

Somehow it felt different to him. It was the first kiss they’d shard since he asked Tony and his ma those two important questions and it was almost like there was more to it, even though he never thought that would be possible. It struck him that the decision he had come to about asking her to share the rest of his life with her meant he would never kiss anyone else but her again but he didn’t care he didn’t want to.

He pushed up against her and she let out a soft sigh at the contact and rocked her hips slightly. An involuntary grunt slipped from his lips and the kiss grew frantic, for the moment the pair of them forgetting where they were until they heard a plate clatter in the kitchen. Both paused, their eyes opening as they looked at one another before they let out a soft laugh each, the ridiculousness of the situation not passing them by. Both in their 30s, acting like a pair of teenagers.

“How long has it been since you made out with a girl in here?” Katie teased.

Steve hesitated, in all honesty he had no idea. It had been a long time. “Erm, maybe 20 years, a little less?” he shrugged and Katie frowned.

“What, you mean you and Peggy didn’t…”

Steve shook his head “It wasn’t really something she would have done. She was too…proper I suppose is the word.”

Katie cocked her head to one side as if she was considering something before she shrugged “Her loss.”

“Can we not talk about her doll?” Steve said gently. He really didn’t want to think about anything like that. His hands moves and slid up and down the outside of her thighs and he smiled “It’s you and me now. No Peggy, no Ward…and I intend on keeping it that way till the end of the line.”

Katie smiled and her hands moved up to cup his cheeks, fingers scratching in his beard. “I love you Captain.”

Steve leaned up pressing his lips to hers gently before he pulled back, sliding his nose along hers as he whispered to her softly “Love you too doll.”

#csi rogers and barnes #csi au #steve rogers #steve rogers x original female character #katie stark

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Stardust of a Song III

Chapter 3: L-O-V-E Tag list: @starl1ght-child @toto19-the-exo-hunter @shy911 tw: panic attacks, mention of vomit, brief description of scars (there is some fluff this time)

The first thing Avidan registers is sunlight; it’s morning or maybe mid-afternoon, though he isn’t sure what exactly the time is. The sun shines in his eyes like a spotlight and he turns away his back to the window. Now that he isn’t being blinded, he takes in the familiar sight of the bedroom.

Ocean blue wallpaper covers the four walls. Something beyond the door is sizzling--breakfast. A potted fern sits on the windowsill, soaking up as much sunlight as it can, though Avidan worries that that much sunlight might dry it up. The furniture, such as the closet and the two dressers, are carved out of that wonderful red wood mahogany that Yor loves so much. Speaking of, just where is the man?

He cautiously turns back around, wincing as the sun hits his eyes again, but he’s ready this time. He throws a hand up to block it. Yor’s side of the bed is slightly pressed and creased; it seems the Dredgen had just gotten up. Whatever time it is, Avidan is surprised Yor is up so early. Usually, he’s in Luna until the wee hours of the morning, making deals, buying arms, the whole shabang, then he crawls into bed just as Avidan is getting out of it. He would then wake up at around noon, if not one. It’s been their routine for quite some time.

Had something happened at Luna? Maybe a deal gone wrong--now he’s starting to worry. He knows the man can take care of himself, him being a Guardian, after all, but he can’t help it. Avidan realizes, just as he’s about to get up, that he’s wearing a shirt that he has no memory of putting on. In fact, it isn’t even his shirt; it’s Yor’s. The thought makes him blush.

Just what had they been doing last night? He can let his imagination run wild, but unfortunately the door swings open before he can. Yor leans through the doorway with the slightest smile on his face. Even if he doesn’t age, he still has crow’s feet nestled in the corners of his eyes; they crease when he smiles, actually smiles. They are absent now. Something is not right. He’s known the man for decades; he knows a fake smile when he sees one.

“Good afternoon, darling,” he whispers so quietly Avidan has to strain to hear him. He crosses the room, coming to sit beside Avidan. The bed creaks under his weight as he settles. “Let me look at you.”

Yor puts a hand on Avidan’s cheek. The Exo leans into it, closing his optics. It is a gentle, warm touch that doesn’t last for very long; it goes to his nape, Yor’s other hand on his waist, and the other man pulls him into a tight embrace.

Avidan’s optics flutter open in surprise. Yor’s hand strokes the back of his head gently. Yor is not generally a hugging kind of person--something is definitely wrong. But even if there is a problem, Avidan savours the moment. He wraps his arms around Yor. He enjoys the warmth of Yor’s body against his, the feeling of the man’s short breaths on his neck. The cotton of Yor’s shirt is soft against his faceplates. He smells as he always does; laundry soap and cigarette smoke. Smoke may be unpleasant to most, but to Avidan it is a comfort. It is a sign that Yor is with him.

There is another smell, however, that invades his senses; it doesn’t come from Yor or the kitchen. It is a tangy, sour smell, like an old wound festering. It couldn’t be coming from the Dredgen, since he’s a Guardian, so it has to be something else. Much to his frustration, Avidan can only see a square of the room from over Yor’s shoulder.

“This isn’t the life I promised you,” Yor startles him out of his search with how deeply pained he sounds, “I’m...I’m so sorry.” Avidan pulls out of his grasp. He looks the man straight in the eye, those beautiful green eyes, and tips his head.

“Is something wrong?” are the words he doesn’t say, because he finds that he cannot. The words are in his head, but what comes out of his mouth is nothing. What had happened last night had been real; he hadn’t been dreaming. A deal gone wrong indeed--and he had been the bargaining chip.The realization hits him so hard he dives back into Yor’s arms, holding onto the Dredgen as his world comes crashing down around him, and there’s not a word he can say to stop it.

Yor hugs him back and doesn’t let go. “I’ve got you, darling, it’s alright,” Yor soothes, “I’m not going anywhere. Shh, it’s okay.”

Avidan does not scream or cry--not because he can’t, but because grief is not what’s causing him to tremble. It’s fury. Pure, unbridled rage. He drops his hands from Yor’s back, afraid he might bruise the man. The audacity of that little punk to use him as a bargaining chip, to take his one salvation away. Maybe it is just anger that’s making his heart beat erratically and not the panic that’s rattling in his chest.

The Exo hangs his head and butts it against Yor’s shoulder. The man puts a warm, careful hand on his nape. Avidan takes a shaky breath. Even that bears no sound.

“We’re going to fix this. I promise.” The other hand cups his cheek. He leans into it again, but this time finds himself numb to the scent of smoke and soap. He knows now what that foreign smell is: hemosynth. It has to be. “Sero Maaviks will not walk away alive the next I see of him.” Yor’s voice dips into a growl; Avidan shares the sentiment but right now he could not give a damn about that child.

“Don’t let me go,” are the words he wants to cry. Even if he doesn’t say it, Yor understands. He pulls Avidan closer, looping his arms under Avidan’s. The Exo throws his around the Dredgen’s neck and buries his head in the crook of it. “Oh, Traveler, please don’t let me go.”

-- Avidan touches his neck; the wires are all tangled and braided in strange ways. He traces the ragged patterns of steel sutures stitching them together in a patchwork horror. He presses down just slightly and it burns, so he stops. He feels sick to his stomach just looking at his reflection. He has half a mind to purge his systems, but it would be food wasted.

He takes one good look at himself. He can’t fight off the shiver that envelops him. The Exo turns the bathroom lights off and steps back out into the hallway.

His footsteps echo. He pads through the hall aimlessly, heading in the general direction of the kitchen but not giving much thought to his path. His mind is on other things. His mind is focusing on their wallpaper--blue. Such a deep, rich blue. It had been an eggshell white when they had first gotten the apartment, but Avidan had insisted on replacing it with his favorite colour.

The tangy scent is stronger around here. He changes course and follows the smell. It leads him to the laundry room, which normally smells like the soap Avidan finds so much comfort in, but now the smell is overwhelming. He doesn’t have to search for very long; he sees his and Yor’s dress shirts on the top of the table.

They’re soaked in hemosynth. His, most especially. It has a long burst from the collar down to the abdomen. Yor’s has haphazard splatters and what look like handprints. The only thing that had gotten out unscathed is the suit jacket. The stain blends in perfectly. If Avidan could gag, he would. He backs out of the room with wobbly knees.

It’s like he’s there again, at Luna--on the stage, convulsing, covered in blue, blue, blue--it’s everywhere. On the walls. On his hands. In his throat, and in his words, the words that won’t come, the words that he begs to be able to voice, to have a voice at all; he’s spiraling and he knows it, but he can’t help it. He wants to tear the blue wallpaper and the apartment down. He wants to burn that suit. He wants to run and go back to Spinam Gorge.

He doesn’t know what he wants.

The bang of his knees hitting the hardwood floor makes him flinch. Avidan waits for hemosynth to start flowing, but nothing happens. He looks down at his hands--trembling something fierce--and finds them grey and yellowed white. Not an ounce of blue to be found.

There are more colors than just blue, he reminds himself. He tries to focus on them to keep afloat in the waves that threaten to overcome him. The shirt he’s wearing is white. The shoes that approach him are black--leather. Shined to perfection. He winces when hands touch him. They cautiously return to help him up; they’re tan, but pale. The tattooes curled around his knuckles and forearms are black. The man who he loves the most and who loves him in return has silver hair; his eyes are green, not blue. They have the slightest flecks of grey. They shine with worry. The ring is silver; Avidan never liked gold.

Yor’s words are garbled. Avidan doesn’t have the capacity to decipher them; his head is splitting apart with every step he forces himself to take. He knows now what he wants, as they make their way slowly to the living room:

I want Sero Maaviks dead.

Yor holds him close. Avidan leans his head against the crook of the man’s neck, listening to his breathing, which is awfully loud in the silence. He can hear his heartbeat, too. It beats in an agitated tempo, no doubt caused by Avidan’s meltdown in the hallway. The Exo is embarrassed. He’s survived this long, being beaten up and torched and shot in nearly every way imaginable (every way a Guardian can imagine, anyway), but it’s losing his voice that finally breaks him. Because his voice, his music, is who he is. Who he has always wanted to be.

Now that he’s lost that...who is he? He might as well be that...that savage in Spinam Gorge.

Avidan holds Yor’s hand in his. The Dredgen is wearing his wedding band. The Exo squints, then taps the other man’s knuckles to get his attention. “What is it, my love?” he breathes, “Do you need something?” Avidan looks at him blankly, then pokes his ring, then touches his own knuckle. It takes Yor no longer than a second to understand. “Your ring; I left it on the nightstand, I believe. It took a little while to...clean it.”

Avidan swallows, then nods. To distract himself from his cacophonous thoughts, he traces the swirling black tattoos along Yor’s arm. Once upon at time, or so Yor had told him, they hadn’t been filled in like this. They had been devoid of colour, nothing but outlines, until one day, he had woken up to find them completely black. Avidan thinks they’re more beautiful this way. He runs his thumb along Yor’s knuckles, along four black circles. The Dredgen sighs softly.

“When I find that boy...” He growls, but trails off into silence. Avidan waits for a few moments before looking up at him. The anger and pain burning in those eyes break his heart, but it’s a look he’s well used to.

If you aren’t a Guardian, you’re dancing with death every day of your existence. Avidan has danced with death before and, on multiple occasions, stepped on its toes. He already has a dance partner, thank you very much. It’s been two decades since he had met Yor and he hasn’t died just yet, even if death is a good friend of Yor’s. The Dredgen protects him with his life, something he can just give willy-nilly.

He knows Yor would’ve taken that bullet for him. He knows Yor would’ve been okay. Not this time. He doesn’t blame Yor for it, Traveler, no, he doesn’t. He blames the man holding the gun.

He flinches as Yor touches his shoulder. The hand retracts, hovering, unsure. Avidan curses internally; jumping out of his skin every time he’s touched is giving him a headache. He’s home. He’s safe.

“Dr. Rembrandt sent Aster a few language packets,” Yor tells him, “She said it was for sign language.” When Avidan gives him a puzzled look, Yor back tracks. “Dr. Rembrandt is one of the doctors who opened up shop recently in the alleyways. She’s the one who treated you. She suggested we lay low for a few days, and she sent the packets in for you to study in the mean time.”

The very thought of having to stay in the apartment for a few days--who even knows how many--and being forced to face the broken parts of him turns his stomach over. Avidan thinks he means that figuratively, but when he tastes bile in the back of his throat he knows otherwise.

He tries not to look at the blue wallpaper as he rushes back into the bathroom. He can’t hear if Yor has followed him over his own retching. After a few painful, lightheaded minutes where the fluorescents have blown everything to smithereens, Avidan leans his head against the bathroom wall. The tiles are cold. It feels good under his head. How the mighty fall, he thinks sourly, as this is the second time this afternoon he’s fallen to his knees, too weak to get up, or maybe too apathetic to try.

The door opens. He doesn’t flinch this time as Yor wraps his arms around him and picks him up. There’s something oddly familiar about this. He feels sordid. Every little prick of sunlight hurts. His head is pounding. He can barely think straight; his thoughts are overlapping and he can’t get them out.

The bedroom is a welcome sight. Avidan nearly scrambles out of Yor’s arms and into the bed. Instead, he lets the man set him down. It’s like he’s a child being tucked into bed; the thought is heinously humiliating. He doesn’t protest, especially not when Yor is stroking his head in such a way that the Exo nearly falls right asleep.

“You were out for twelve hours,” the Dredgen muses under his breath, “I believe you deserve at least four more. Rest, darling. I’ll be here when you wake.” When Avidan looks up at him, he smiles. His crow’s feet finally crease, but it’s in the wake of a sad smile. “I promise.”

The next Avidan wakes, it’s evening. Yor has kept his promise.

He’s sitting right beside him, one hand holding his, the other swiping through a tablet. Aster, Yor’s Ghost, hovers in between them. “These packets sure are something,” Yor says, once he sees Avidan’s optics flick open, “It’s not a language I’ve thought of studying before.”

“I was so worried about you,” the Ghost chirps, little voice warbling, “I wish I could’ve healed you, but...” Avidan shakes his head fervently. What damage had been done is done. It wouldn’t have mattered, anyway. The Ghost could’ve healed the wound, but not the voice box. “...right. I’m glad you’re okay now.”

Avidan sits up and leans against Yor’s shoulder, reading over it. There are diagrams illustrating various signs. After a minute of reading, he turns to the Ghost. He puts his fingertips to his chin and moves his arm outwards like a lever.

“What’d he say?” Aster asks Yor. The Dredgen takes a moment to scan the packet.

“Thank you,” Yor answers. Avidan nods, and signs the same thing again. “That’s what he said.” Yor turns the pad off and puts it on his nightstand.

Avidan’s gaze drifts to their hands, gripped in a tight bundle, flesh against metal. Such a warm touch that sends butterflies into his stomach. Or at least, he hopes it’s butterflies this time. There’s nothing he can purge, otherwise. He’s held this same hand for twenty years, but he’ll never get over the feeling of Yor’s calloused palms against his smooth, steel ones. It often alleviates his anxiety, which is acting up horribly and getting him all jittery. It’s his one tether to reality.

“Darling?” Yor cuts into his thoughts. Avidan realizes he had been speaking. He ducks his head in apology. “It’s alright. I was just asking if you want to try eating again. It would be good to get your spirits up, especially since you’re--” Yor’s tone takes on a teasing snark--”feeling especially lazy today. I thought I slept long hours, but as always, you excel.”

Avidan rolls his optics in good nature. He’ll take whatever joy he can get in stride; the Dredgen’s just trying to lighten the atmosphere. He can tell how hard Yor is struggling to keep himself and in his temper in check, lest he kick Sero’s door down, toting a shotgun. He shrugs.

“I need an answer, love,” Yor hums.

The prospect of eating is low risk, low reward to him. He’s not entirely sure how well his stomach is doing--thank you, Clovis Bray, for giving the Exos the ability to vomit--and he refuses to waste more food. Even the breakfast he had that morning had tasted like a grey sponge. That isn’t anything against Yor’s cooking, though. The man cooks as fine as wine; edible, organic matter just isn’t appealing to him right now.

He shakes his head. Yor grunts, then nods. “I see. That’s alright. Will you sit with me, though? As I eat?” Guardians don’t even need to eat. Between the two of them, they could forego dinner as a tradition. They don’t, however, because even if it is a mundane ceremony, mundane things are often the small joys of life.

Avidan gives him a thumbs up. Yor chuckles, a soft, pleased sound, and stands. The Exo swings his legs over the edge of the bed and does the same, stumbling. The other man instinctively holds his hands out for support. He waves Yor away. He’s got legs like a newborn deer, but he’s not as helpless as one. Aster goes back to wherever he goes when Yor has no need of him.

They walk to the kitchen. Avidan takes a seat at the bar as Yor cooks something up for himself. The smell of sizzling garlic soon fills the air and Avidan breathes it in. He looks out the window of the living room from his stool; the City lights are bright, the Traveler shines as always, and the Tower looms in the distance. As someone who’s married to one of the Vanguard’s most wanted criminals, he’s never been. It’s a shame. He’s heard good things about it. Not from Yor, of course.

The clink of a plate against the mahogany of the bar brings him back to the foreground. Buttered potatoes with steak. Not bad. Avidan rubs his stomach and gives him another thumbs up to show his approval. Yor laughs again.

“Thank you.” Yor all but bows. “I try.” It’s Avidan’s turn to laugh, but it quickly dies. Yor frowns but, bless him, doesn’t acknowledge it.

As he eats, he carries the conversation for both of them. He tells him about Romulus’s offer, which Avidan puts a hand to his heart to, absolutely touched, and how the henchman had dropped off his suit jacket and shirt that morning. Avidan’s always liked Romulus; he’s just as old as the two of them, being from the Dark Age, but he’s had this young air about him ever since they had met.

The topics shift to various weapon deals, gossip about certain clients he favours, and other such things about the criminal underworld of the Last City. He avoids anything from last night. It might as well have not happened.

Yor’s avoidance of the topic doesn’t answer the questions that have been gnawing at him slowly. Right in the middle of a story about Mr. Something-or-Other, Avidan gets up, goes around the corner into the kitchen, and grabs the yellow paper memo pad sitting on the counter. He grabs a pen, too. The perplexity on Yor’s face melts when he sees the pad.

“Smart,” he comments. Avidan shrugs and gets back on his stool. He pauses. What is his first question? Well, it’d have to be the simplest one, though the answer won’t be nearly as easy: Where is my voice box?

He slides the pad towards Yor. The man puts his fork down. He bites his lip; he’s obviously hesitant to recount the events. “Right. You wouldn’t remember,” He sighs, “Dr. Rembrandt...couldn’t salvage it. She tried, bless her, but there was only so much she could do. Romulus was supposed to ask around for one in the black market--his connections, as you know--but he came up short this morning.”

Avidan must look upset, because he puts his hand on the Exo’s. “We’re going to keep looking. There has to be someone out there who has the part.”

The second question: Foundries; no blueprints?

“Kept under lock and key. It’s a heist as unfathomable as Maavik’s Vanguard heist.”

Avidan scratches that question out with a little more force than he had meant. Under the small rip in the paper, he puts: Will I ever sing again?

Yor spends a long time staring at those five words. Avidan already knows the answer, even if Yor doesn’t. A voice box isn’t an easy part to come by. Arms, legs, tubing, maybe, but not a voice box. It’s not something anyone loses willy-nilly, or a part that breaks often. They might as well be looking for a needle in a haystack, or cocaine in a bottle of baby powder.

It’s over. He’ll still have Yor, of course, who is more important than his singing, and he loves him dearly to the moon and back, but Yor doesn’t make up the second half of himself. They are their own people, with parts just as complex as Exo ones. Avidan has just lost the part of himself that had meant something good; something that hadn’t been dredged in blood. He supposes, though, it had been karma finally catching up to him when the universe had decided his own blood would christen the loss.

He lets the pen fall out of his hand. It hits the memo pad and rolls off onto the polished wood. Before he can let his devastation be known, Yor takes his hands. The motion surprises him. He looks up.

“My darling one,” Yor says with gentle eyes, pulling him up to stand. “I will stop at nothing to hear you sing again, to hear you speak, because that is the life I promised you: a life of peace, where you’d never have to kill just to get by again. A life where my hands would be red to keep yours clean. I...I have since failed to keep that promise. I didn’t want to drag you into this business. I’m sorry.”

He holds Yor’s gaze for a moment, calmed by the guilt and adoration in those beautiful green eyes. He shakes his head, and the meaning is clear: Not your fault. Sero’s. He can’t get the words You made my life a joy to live into the motion. He doesn’t want to break away from Yor’s touch to get the pen and paper, either.

“For now,” Yor continues with a lighter tone, “I can sing for the both of us. Will you dance with me, Avidan? Excuse my croaking, I haven’t done this in a...well, a very, very long time.”

Avidan nods fervently. Yor has sung to him once or twice before, and Avidan has loved every lyric. The prose in that gravelly, growl of a voice--it’s hard not to fall head over heels for. Yor clears his throat.

“L,” He starts, and already Avidan is laughing; he doesn’t laugh to make fun of Yor, he laughs out of joy because it’s one of Avidan’s favorites of his. He could just have Aster play the song, but the fact that he’s singing it makes it all the more special. “is for the way you look at me. O, is for the only one I see...”

They dance in small movements, a box pattern, since the living room is only so big for the both of them. Avidan laughs, and doesn’t feel even a tiny bit of dread at its silence. The love of his life is dancing with him, and he wishes more than anything to be able to sing along. But tonight, this is Yor’s song, and Avidan is his audience. “Two in love can make it--” Yor twirls him around--”Take my heart and please don’t break it...” How could he ever?

At the song’s end, their tempo slows, and they sway side to side. Avidan leans his head against Yor’s neck, eyes closed. Yor’s pulse thrums against his audial. The man’s beard tickles the top of his head, as does his breath.

“Love was made for me and you,” Yor hums, warm hands on the Exo’s waist, holding him close. “Love was made for me and you...”

Avidan swallows the stone in his throat. He looks up at Yor, puts his fingers to his chin, and moves his arm outward.

Thank you. For everything.

He learned one other sign when he was reading over Yor’s shoulder. He extends his pinkie, thumb, and index finger, keeping the other two down, making a sort of devil horns gesture, though the meaning of it is far less sinister. He waves it back and forth.

It means: I love you.

A small moment of respite, and a thank you to the people who have been reading so far <3

#stardust of a song #destiny 2 #destiny 2: shadowkeep #dredgen yor #rezyl azzir #avidan-9 #fanfiction #writing #fanfic #mine #my writing

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ficsandcatsandficsandcats · 5 years ago

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Just thought of an idea for the Punk!AU - how about the wedding between Jaskier and the reader, which many hilarious things keep going wrong, whilst getting ready, in which. In the end, Jaskier ends up showing up in his dressing gown and/or boxer shorts, in which the reader is amused, but finds it very cute!

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Punk!Jaskier x Reader, Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer, Punk!Aervryn x Punk!ValdoWord Count: 1,183Rating: GTaglist: @heroics-and-heartbreak @whatevermonkey @mynamesoundslikesherlock @magic-multicolored-miracle @writingstudent @mlleecrivaine @coffee-and-stories @ultracolorfulnerdcollection @astouract@your-not-invisible-to-me @kemmastan a/n: I’m still working on the wedding in my mind (and pinterest) but here is a little pre-wedding moment that includes shenanigans, chaos, and a black eye. Enjoy!

You pounded at the door of the dressing room and tried to take deep breaths. The door opened just a tiny crack and a pair of familiar emerald green eyes peered through.

“Y/N you’re an absolute vision, I’m going to cry if you don’t leave right this moment,” Valdo intoned dramatically, trying to shut the door quickly but you wedged your foot in its path, one navy blue converse peeking out below gold and white tulle.

“Valdo, what is happening with Jaskier?” you asked, voice dangerously low. He opened his mouth to reply but was suddenly pushed aside, giving an indignant look to Yennefer who popped into view. She smiled at you but it didn’t reach her violet eyes which looked oddly a little bit… panicked?

“Y/N I know this is stressful but please believe we have it under control,” she said. You heard a crashing sound and Geralt swearing loudly as Jaskier cried out. Yennefer closed her eyes to take a deep breath and you pushed the door open, rushing past her before she could stop you.

“He can’t see you yet it’s bad luck!” Valdo cried after you but you charged forward. Geralt saw you first and spun Jaskier around to face the wall, forgetting there was a mirror there. You both gasped as you caught each other’s eyes; his eyes watering with joyful tears, yours with deep concern.

“Jaskier?” you gasped, “Why do you have a black eye?”

You shot a look To Valdo who threw his arms up in surrender as the door opened and closed, Aevryn running in wearing a knee-length navy blue bridesmaid dress that matched Yennefer’s full length one.

“I got some ice and I think this shade will cover it up ok!” she announced and then paused, realizing you were standing there and there was an odd tension in the air.

“Y/N I told you I’d be right back!” she said.

“I knew something was wrong when my entire bridal party abandoned me,” you snapped.

“Win didn’t!” Aevryn argued.

“My maid of honor was pulled away by Valdo to run some mysterious errand so yes, actually, she did,” you replied, “Now who is going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Y/N… gods, look at you,” Jaskier remained in that dreamlike state, oblivious to your anger, all of the anxiety he’d been feeling melting away as he turned and took you in. Your dress was a nontraditional wedding dress, gold and white instead of the pure white most brides wore. Your converse matched the ones sitting on a nearby chair for him to put on and your hair was twisted half-up and half down, little gold music notes pinned around the crown of your head. The bouquet in your hand was made up of sheet music, specifically the song he’d written to propose to you; Peppermint Tea. You looked perfect and ethereal.

Jaskier looked like a trashfire.

He had a black eye, he was wearing nothing but a white button up shirt which had a char mark on it and boxer briefs. You didn’t know where the pants or jacket had gone but you suspected they were a part of the smoky smell in the room and the reason that the fire alarm had been yanked out of the ceiling. The more you looked around the worse it got.

“Jaskier, love, please tell me what’s happened,” you implored.

“Ah yes well there have been some… hiccups,” he said. You cocked an eyebrow and Jaskier looked to his best man but Geralt just pursed his lips in a thin line.

“Allow me,” Valdo said, waving into view, the navy blue suit and black button-up undershirt that had been perfectly tailored making him look like the groom that Jaskier was supposed to be right now. “It all started when Yennefer set Jaskier’s pants on fire.”

“I did not!” Yennefer snapped.

“Darling you saged the room and didn’t look where you put the still smoking plant down, starting a fire, so yes, you did,” he argued coolly. Yennefer had no reply for this, simply glancing down at the floor, suddenly fascinated by an imaginary speck on her black boots.

“That was disaster number one which Geralt decided to respond to by tearing out the alarm while much cooler heads prevailed and put the fire out,” Valdo gestured to Aevryn as he said this and she did a little wave.

“Explain the black eye,” you said, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Jaskier fell in the bathroom and smacked his face against a doorknob,” Valdo replied simply. Jaskier gave you a sheepish look and you took the ice pack Aevryn had brought in and rested it against his eye.

“Gods what a mess,” you groaned, though there was a smile playing about your lips.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, you deserve so much better,” Jaskier said, his voice as sad as his face, wide blue eyes gazing at you pitifully.

“Don’t be silly,” you said, chuckling as you placed a soft kiss against his lips, “We’re getting married today. Nothing else matters. Besides, you look kind of cute all… mussed up.”

“Oh yeah?” Jaskier asked with a little quirk of his eyebrow, “This working for you?”

“Save it for the honeymoon,” Valdo said, cutting through the moment. “You will not be getting married looking like this, let’s make that clear right now. Win is off collecting a tailor I flew in who will be bringing a similar suit to the one Jaskier was going to wear. The cut is a bit different but the color matches and beggars can’t be chooser, love. While we wait for that, Aevryn, would you do the honors of working on hiding that shiner?”

Aevryn hurried forward with the concealer and brush in hand and got to work.

“Y/N, let’s go back to your dressing room,” Yennefer suggested, “Give them time to work.”

You reluctantly agreed and as you reached the door you barely avoided getting hit in the face yourself as Win and a man you didn’t recognize practically broke the door down, a rolling cart with approximately five variations of a navy suit being dragged in after them. Valdo walked over to greet the man, speaking Italian which none of you (save for Aevryn) knew he could do, and you gave Jaskier an encouraging smile.

“Everything will be ok,” Yennefer said reassuringly as you walked back towards your own dressing room, “There’s a lot to be said about Valdo Marx but one of them is that he’s good in a crisis.”

“It’s already ok,” you said, a big smile still on your face, “I’m getting married today, Yen.”

Yennefer smiled at you and tucked a strand of hair back. In the distance you heard raised voices shouting in Italian and you sighed in unison. The door opened and Win popped back out and ran towards you both.

“Don’t ask,” she said simply. You laughed and let your friends escort you back to the room, trusting Aevryn to be the voice of sense and reason with whatever was going on back there.

#Anonymous #Punk!Jaskier #Punk!Valdo #Punk!Aevryn #Punk!Geralt #Punk!Yennefer #Punk!Jaskier x Reader #Punk!Valdo x Punk!Aevryn #Punk!Geralt x Punk!Yennefer #Vicious Mockery #Vicious Mockery AU

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {19}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Cursing, Angst, Fluff,

Word Count: 5K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

**Slightly Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter 19: Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner

-Chris-

Dinner. It was simple. A meal. A simple meal. No big deal. If it wasn’t a big deal, he had no idea why he was standing in his closet not moving. He hadn’t moved in near twenty minutes. He had every intention of moving, that was the plan. He came in here to find something to wear for said dinner, and then he thought about what he should wear, and he froze. He didn’t know if he should just go the jeans and a Henley route, or dress pants and a nice polo, or maybe jeans and a nice polo. There was just too much to choose from. Then he wondered what you’d be wearing.

“If she’s dressed up and I go looking like a frat guy it’ll give her the wrong impression. What impression is it I want to give off though? What if I go dressed up and she has on jeans and a tank? I’d look like an idiot.”

He groaned and raked his fingers through his already combed hair. With his hands at the back of his neck, he pounded it as he loudly groaned again.

“Get a fucking grip, Chris! It’s fucking dinner!” He scanned the clothes in the many wardrobe cabinets and tried to focus on the task at hand.

“What do you wear to meet your nearly two-year-old daughter for the first time?”

He snorted and laughed though this was no laughing matter. He was trying. He had to try. He always thought the day he’d meet his daughter would be the day she was born. It was ironic he’d wanted his firstborn to be a daughter. There was something about a father and daughter relationship he envisioned to be so precious, so special. He watched how close his father was to his sisters, watched how much he loved them especially during particular points in their lives such as father-daughter dances at school, dance recitals, their wedding day and things of that sort.

“I have a daughter.” He’d been trying to get used to that fact over the last several weeks, he’d said it out loud to himself now five times, and each time it felt foreign like he were having an out-of-body experience. Each time he said it he felt the nervous ball in his belly tighten.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” With that very real possibility, his hands stopped. He didn’t know what he’d do if she wailed at the top of her lungs every time he got close.

“I’m a stranger.” His phone rang, and he quickly grabbed it off the counter in the center of the room and answered without looking to see who it was.

“It’s been weeks, Chris! are you kidding me!?” Lita’s shrill voice rang out. He held the phone away from his ears and groaned.

“Shit, Lita.”

“What the fuck do you mean “shit, Lita?” Did you forget about me? I can’t believe you right now!” He slowly brought the phone back to his ears and sighed out. He’d been so occupied he’d forgotten all about her. She was no doubt still pissed at him for walking out on her at the restaurant.

“Lita, I’m sorry. I--,”

“Sorry? For what exactly, leaving me in a restaurant to do god knows what? Or not calling me for weeks? I don’t know what the fuck you want Chris. You reached out to me. You said you wanted to try again. You!”

Her voice was getting to him. He knew he made a mistake the minute he sent her that text those months ago. His heart wasn’t in it, and now on top of the mess that was currently his life with you, she was now an added stress. He stood there and allowed her to continue; she didn’t give him an opening to talk anyway. After nearly ten minutes he’d had enough.

“Lita, enough!” Finally, her silence gave him an opening. He sighed before he began. “I’m sorry for running out on you, that was a shitty thing to do, and I have no excuse for the dick move. I’m also sorry for not reaching out; it’s been a crazy few weeks. I have a lot going on right now and no it’s not an excuse, it’s the truth.”

Lita sighed before she began again, “What do you want, Chris? I am getting the feeling it’s not me.” He thought about her words. They were true. He didn’t want her. He hadn’t wanted her in a long, long time, and he really didn’t even know if he ever truly did.

“God, you’re a dick, Chris.”

He rubbed his forehead once he knew he was going to hurt her. “I’m sorry, Lita.” She released a breathy sigh. “Don’t call me again, Chris.” With that she hung up. He dropped his head to the surface and hit it once, then twice.

“Don’t beat yourself up too much; you know it was never going to work.” He looked up and saw Anthony there. “I fucked up.” Anthony crossed the room while nodding. “Yeah, you did. Planning on stopping fucking up?” he rolled his eyes and turned back to his clothes and stared at them again.

“What’re you doing, bruh?”

“I am trying to figure out what to wear to dinner.” Anthony leaned against one of the cabinets. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll probably just go to one of the usuals. I’m sure they picked some steakhouse.” He closed his eyes and shook his head again. He’d forgotten about the plans he’d already made.

“Shit, I can’t make it tonight, Mackie.”

“What do you mean? What dinner are you talking about then?”

“Vixen. We talked, and I’m having dinner with her to meet—Ella,” he explained. Anthony looked surprised.

“Wow. The last time we talked, you sounded furious after the meet at the diner.”

“I was, I am. I’m still furious, but--.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I’ve already missed so much time man, so many things.” Anthony nodded.

“I get it. I’m glad you two could be grown-ups, although I didn’t doubt she could be one. I always got the vibe she was a mature one. Not like the birds you see here in LA.” He scoffed, he had to be kidding. You lied to him for damn near three years and hid his child from him. “If you say so, Mackie.” He pulled out a pair of black pants and the white shirt he’d been staring at and walked into his bathroom, deciding a leather jacket would go well.

“Where’s dinner?” Anthony asked from outside. “Her place.”

“Okay. You nervous?”

“Man, I stared at my clothes for almost thirty minutes trying to find the right thing,” he informed before he walked back out fully dressed. “Good choice, not too stuffy. You don’t want her to think you’re too desperate.” He snorted and perused the box he held his jewelry. “I’m not desperate.” Anthony patted his back before he walked out. “Whatever you say, man.”

He stood there second guessing himself for a few moments before he walked back out. “I got a great idea man. I’ll go with you,” Anthony piped up.

“What? Why?”

“I’ll be your moral support during this big moment in your life,” Anthony explained. He saw right through the bullshit though.

“Whatever. You know this is about her sister.” Anthony gasped and gave his best confused look. He rolled his eyes and walked out and downstairs. He had an hour and a half before he was to get there.

“Her sister? Naw man, this is all about being a good friend to you.” He laughed, unable to contain his amusement anymore. “Wow, it’s been a minute since I’ve seen you hypnotized by a woman.”

“Ay man, don’t get it twisted, I’m not hypnotized.” He turned as he was picking up his car keys and looked to Anthony, giving him the “who you bullshitting” look. Anthony tried to give his best poker face, but it was a shit one.

“Fuck, fine, it’s about her sister,” Anthony admitted. “She’s beautiful, stubborn and interesting. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her. So, I figured I’ll go with you and maybe while helping you help myself.” He thought about it for a moment; it wasn’t a bad idea. “Fine, but don’t piss her off so she’ll piss Vixen off.” Anthony rose his hands up in surrender.

The two of them piled in the car and drove through the night to the address you’d given him. As the miles decreased, his nerves increased, and anything Mackie was saying went in one ear and out the other. Thankfully he was sure it wasn’t anything important. Traffic wasn’t bad and what would have taken him forty-five minutes only took him thirty. When he parked in front of your house he had close to fifteen minutes to kill. He stared at the outside of the house and wondered how it looked inside. You looked like you kept a nice home like it was neat and smelled like flowers and candy all the time. The thought made a faint smile decorate his lips.

“Do you plan on getting out the car and ringing the bell?” He groaned and shook his head.

“I’m early. I’ll look really desperate if I ring the bell now.” Anthony kissed his teeth, got out the car, and slammed the door extra loud as if to announce himself.

“Mackie, are you kidding me right now?”

“Man get your ass out the car. Sitting there like a little punk.” He hit his head on the steering wheel, then reached in the glove compartment and took out the bottle of wine and the bottle of whiskey and the gift-wrapped package then climbed out. Taking a final breath, he walked around and up the walk path to your front door. Once at the door he just stood there. After a few seconds Anthony looked to him and shook his head as he reached for the bell. He quickly slapped Anthony’s hand away.

“Fuck Mackie, give me a fucking minute.” Anthony raised his hand and stood there quietly. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down. This was it. There was no going back, and a lot was riding on tonight. He breathed out and decided he was as ready as he’d ever be. Slowly he rang the bell and said a silent prayer.

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-Vixen-

“Fuck!” You shouted into the fridge as you heard the doorbell. Nexus snorted loudly and laughed. “Oh my god Vix, what the hell!” You narrowed your eyes at her. Slowly she stopped laughing and walked over to you. Nexus handed you the glass of whiskey she’d just poured for you.

“Here, psycho. Drink it and let it do its job.” Quickly you took the glass and drank down the half glass of whiskey. It burned like a son of a bitch, but it didn’t take long for the burn in your belly to dissolve the nerves.

“Better?” You nodded and took a few breaths.

“It’s just dinner, Vix. One meal. All you have to do is eat and answer any questions he has about Ella. Everything else will be pie.” You nodded and brushed your hands down the front of the dress you wore. “How do I look? Are you sure it’s not too chill?” You looked over yourself in the casual sundress.

“You look good. It’s not too casual,” Nex assured. “Does it show nipple? Is it too short?” Nexus laughed again just as the bell rang again. “Chill out will you. Deep breath.” You took a few deep breathes and tried to calm yourself. “The past is just that, the present is a gift and the future is yet to come. Mold it.” You smiled at Nex reciting your mantra and felt a lot calmer. You walked to the door, and Nexus walked toward Ella’s bedroom. Taking a final breath, you plastered a political smile on your face and opened the door.

“Fuck!” Anthony snorted and covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. You closed your eyes; you didn’t mean to say that out loud. You didn’t expect him to look that good. “Eh-em, sorry about that. What I meant was hi.” Anthony laughed again. “You sure? Fuck sounded a lot better. I’m sure that wasn’t geared to me though. It was for this guy right here.” Anthony patted Chris’s abdomen, and your eyes dropped to where he touched. You remembered what that area looked like. “Then again that is what got you two crazy kids in this situation,” Anthony finished.

“Jesus Anthony,” Chris hissed out before he gave you an apologetic look. He wasn’t wrong. Fucking was what had gotten you here, incredible fucking, mind blowing fucking, hot, sweaty, toe curling, over six orgasms fucking. You had to bite your tongue in order not to moan. Clearing your throat again you smiled again. “What’re you doing here?”

“That’s a damn good question!” Nex stood beside you crossing her arms. Just like that the slick smile on Anthony’s face fell as he stared at her. All eyes fell to him, and he looked to Chris who gave him a look you couldn’t decipher. Anthony cleared his throat. “Nexus, I’m sorry,” he began.

“You said you did nothing wrong? Only people who’ve done wrong apologize,” Nex added. “Yes, I didn’t do anything wrong, but you think I did so I can be man enough and apologize. I didn’t mean to hurt you, and I am sorry that I did.” You looked over to Nex and saw that he was wearing her down. Interesting, you thought. Usually, it would take a lot more. “Thank you for apologizing.” The four of you stood in the doorway in silence for a few moments. You smiled, sort of relieved their drama had given you a reprieve from yours.

“All right, I’m going to go now,” Nex began. “What? Go? Go where? I thought you were staying.” Your panic was evident.

“No, I don’t need to be here. You don’t need a chaperone.” You grabbed her hand when you saw her take a step to walk out. She looked at you and squeezed your hand reassuring you. You slowly let her hand go, and she nodded.

“I will go with you if it’s okay,” Anthony offered. “So much for that support huh.” Anthony shrugged and gave Chris a toothy grin.

“Have a good dinner you two,” Nex said as she walked toward her rental car in the driveway. You and Chris stood there and watched the two of them pile in the car and pull off. Once the headlights disappeared Chris turned back to you. Realizing you were still standing in the open doorway you opened the door wider and waved your hand inside.

“Come in.” He walked inside allowing you to close the door and it was there the two of you stood in the foyer as silent as monks on their vows.

“Oh, here I brought these.” Chris held up his hands, showing you the goodies. “This for you--.” He held out the bottles to you. Smiling, you took them and felt more relief than you should once you saw the whiskey. “This will come in handy.” Chris snorted and nodded.

“And this is for—Ella.” You smiled at the pastel pink wrapped package. As if hearing her name, she came barreling down the hall cutting in front of Chris to crash into your legs. “Mama!” You scrunched down, placed the bottles on the floor and hugged her. “Hey baby. All done cleaning up?” She nodded rubbing her face. “Ah duh.”

Ella turned around, leaning her back against you and looked up to Chris. They stood there staring at each other, him with a look of awe and her just blank assessment. You wondered what she was thinking and if she were confused. She’d never seen you around a man. Never known any other man but your father. You felt guilty.

“Ooh you,” Ella inquired. Chris may not have understood her, but you did. Ella turned to you and pointed to Chris. “Ooh mama, ooh?” You were speechless again. What did you tell her? Did you just blurt it out and hope for the best or ease into it very, very slowly? Chris then sunk down to her height and stared at her small frame. She looked back at him again and took a step to him but stopped. As if asking for permission she looked back to you.

Trying desperately to hold back your tears, you cleared your throat and prepared to breach the topic. “I’m Chris.” You were grateful he took the lead, but you noticed he didn’t call himself her father. “Cwis. Wike me,” Ella added looking to you then back to him. Chris smiled. It was a smile you remembered from back then, a real one. “Like you?” Ella nodded her head and took another step to him. “What’s your name?”

“Cwis Ewa.” The way she said her name made him laugh and that in turn made Ella laugh. They laughed together, and a tear rolled down your cheek. You didn’t realize Chris was looking at you until another tear rolled down. The emotion on his face was evident and it was there the three of you stayed without one word until Ella turned back to you.

“Mama cwy.” She wiped her small hands across your cheeks, and you smiled and wiped the rest of tears away. “Are you hungry baby? She nodded again and clapped her hands. “Come on.” You scooped her up and began walking away toward the dining room where the table was already set.

“Wow, it smells incredible.”

You smiled as you slipped Ella into her highchair. “Thank you.”

What’s for dinner?”

Ella banged her hands on her highchair and squealed, “pagetti.” Chris smiled. “You like spaghetti?” Ella nodded her head in response to Chris’ question. As you shared her food into her toddler plate you watched them. Ella traced patterns on the top of her highchair with her finger, and Chris watched on with an amazed look. You set her plate in front of her, and she clapped before she dug in completely ignoring her fork.

“A little or a lot?”

Chris leaned back and patted his stomach. “Are you kidding? I love Spaghetti, and it’s not every day renowned chefs cook for me so pile it on please.” You snorted, shook your head and scooped the food onto his plate.

“I don’t know about renowned, you’re just exaggerating.” Once you’d plated it you walked over to him and leaned over his shoulder to put his plate in front of him. “Thank you.” You nodded and took your seat next to Ella and served yourself.

Dinner was painfully quiet except for Ella’s babbles and humming and occasional outbursts. The two of you ate in silence and watched her. Every time Ella squealed out or patted the surface of her highchair Chris smiled. He looked completely awestricken. Every time she smiled or did something adorable he smiled, but there were times that even though he smiled he looked sad. You knew you were to blame. You really felt horrible for how everything played out and hoped he knew that. Every once in a while, his eyes met yours before he looked away either back to Ella or his plate or some spot on the table. You wondered what he was thinking because he was next to impossible to read.

After about an hour and a half the bottle of wine was done, and so was the food. You lifted Ella out her highchair and took the top off, ready to bring it to the kitchen. As you walked you heard Ella’s footsteps behind you and the heavy footfalls of Chris behind her. You kept your back to him and focused on cleaning the top. You felt him come up next to you. Looking beside you he held out the two plates.

“Thank you.” You felt Ella’s hands on the backs of your thighs.

“Mama red.” You looked back and at her and saw she still had pasta sauce all over her hands. “Oh no, Ella, tell me you didn’t.” You spun around, trying to get a look at the back fo your dress.

“Ah did,” she said before she laughed. “Uh-oh, she did.” Chris pointed to your dress, and you could see the tiny handprints on you. Groaning you looked to your daughter and scooped her up. You tickled her all over her body. Ella giggled and squealed her delight.

“No mamma no. Top, top.” Her protests fell on deaf ears, and you continued until you finished off with a barrage of kisses all over her face. “Ha, now who did it?” She laughed again, and you nuzzled her cheek. “Mama siwee.” You smiled and looked across to Chris who was leaned against the island with an uneasy smile on his face. He looked like how one would look if they were constipated on a date but tried to put up a good front.

You leaned to the sink and washed Ella’s hands before you put her down. “Oovie Cwis?” He looked to you as if asking for a translation. “She’s asking if you want to watch a movie.” He nodded and smiled back to Ella.

“Yes, movie please.” Ella ran off, and he looked to you. You nodded your head giving your permission for him to proceed. He followed her out the room, and you took the brief moment to take a few breaths.

When you walked into the living room, Ella was digging through the movie cubbie with several choices already sprawled across the floor. Chris was sitting at the edge of the couch just staring at her. “What movie honey?” She held up her choice and ran to you.

Once you looked at the cover you groaned. Fate just wouldn’t give you a break. “Is it a bad one?” You looked to Chris and shook your head. “No, not bad.” You showed him the cover, and his eyes lit up.

“The Little Mermaid.” Ella jumped up and down. “Momaid, momaid!” Chris smiled widely. “That’s my favorite movie.” Butterflies fluttered in your stomach as you looked between him and his tiny replica, both excited for their favorite movie. You scoffed to yourself and put the film in. “My favowit. I wuv wittle momaid.” Chris nodded. “It’s really good,” he agreed.

Once you sat back on the couch, Ella climbed up and onto your lap then moved your arm so she was cocooned in it. You smiled and kissed the top of her head then gently rustled her sandy blond hair. Chancing a look at Chris the butterflies in your belly sped up when you realized he was already watching the two of you. He looked away when the movie started.

Throughout the movie Ella talked to the tv and sang along to the songs as they were being sung. A lot of times she even stood in your lap bringing Chris’s attention and smiles. You wondered if his heart was melting as yours always did when you watched her. Did he feel the connection to her that you did?

From the tv you heard the beginning of “Kiss the girl,” and you fought with everything in you to keep your eyes glued to the tv. You could feel Chris’ eyes on you no doubt remembering your wedding and you walking down the aisle to it. Ella perfectly and on cue imitated the sounds of the animals and you lost your shit at the irony. You busted out laughing and no matter how you tried to stop you couldn’t. Ella laughed too, and it was then you looked at him. He looked amused but as if he were trying to hold it in. When Skuttle squawked again to the tune Ella imitated him, and you buried your face in your hands as your laughing fit ensued. It wasn’t until the scene ended were you able to return to normal.

Once the movie finished, Ella was asleep on the couch. Her head was on your lap, but her legs were stretched toward Chris. The crescendo of the closing credits filled the room, and both of you just stared at her small sleeping body. Neither of you made any moves, so you sat there in silence watching your daughter. After another thirty or so minutes passed, you shifted. Ella flinched but moved a little too close to the edge of the couch. Chris’ hand flew out to shield her from falling at the same time yours did. You looked at your touching arms and moved it back until your fingers grazed his in a slow dance. Your fingertips blazed with an electrical current that traveled up your arm. Chris pulled his hand back and looked away.

“I’m going to put her to bed.” He nodded, and with that, you stood, scooped Ella into your arms and walked toward her room. Once there you undressed her and put her into her jammies and tucked her in. Making sure to turn on the nightlight and take the monitor you closed the door behind you and walked to your bedroom determined to change.

When you returned, the living room was cleaned away, but Chris wasn’t in it. You looked around and saw the back door was open. Deciding a drink was in order, you walked in the kitchen and opened the whiskey bottle. You then grabbed two glasses and filled a small bowl with ice. Stepping outside you saw him sitting on the deck staring out. You approached and sat in the empty seat close to him. “Figured it was time for a real drink,” you joked putting the things you carried down. Chris looked to you and gave a small smile. While you poured drinks for the both of you he watched you. “To Spaghetti, The Little Mermaid and whiskey.” Chris laughed before he hit your glass and took a sip of his drink. You weren’t so modest; you gulped the entire thing down.

“Wow, this I good.” He nodded but looked far away.

“She’s amazing.” You nodded. “Yeah.” He smiled. “So smart and funny and so stinkin’ cute.” He was right on all accounts. “So stinkin’ cute,” you repeated.

“Wow.” Silence. “We made a good one,” you said without thinking. He looked at you again, and he looked like he had so much to say.

“I’ve missed so much. I don’t know anything.” After pouring another, you downed it. “What do you want to know?”

He took a deep breath and tried to wipe the pain off his face. “What were her first words?” You smiled. “Food.” He snorted and laughed. “Hand to God, it was food. Then mama, then yes, then no. After that it was all over she knew all she needed.” Chris laughed again.

It was a sound you were beginning to love again. “Was she a good baby?” You nodded. “She was. She barely cried, ate well from the beginning. She was a happy baby; I lucked out.” Chris nodded and looked away from you. “This hurts Vixen.” Those words broke you, and the dam broke then your tears flowed.

“I know. I’m sorry.” You sniffled and tried to dry the tears, but once you did fresh ones came. “I don’t know if I can ever forgive you.” Hearing him say that hurt more than you thought it would. You’d expected it, prepared for it but hearing it was more than you could handle. “She doesn’t know me. She calls me Chris, and I know it was the right move not to go too fast, but it still hurts.” What did you say to take someone’s pain away from something you did to them? How could you ever come back from this?

“I know I can’t give the last two or three years back to you. I can’t fix what I did. Yeah, she doesn’t know you now, but she is so chill, so easy going that it won’t take long for her to know you, or like you. I fucked up; I know that and I’m sorry for it, but I can’t change the past.”

“Would you want to? If you could go back, would you do anything differently?” That was the million dollar question. You knew the outcome of this path, and while it was painful it was still the known versus the unknown. “Who’s to say that if anything would have changed back then if I would have told you when I found out that this situation would have been any different.”

He looked at you incredulously. “Are you kidding me right now, Vixen? We were married. Everything could have been different?” The butterflies began again. “How? Would we have shuffled her between San Fran and LA? Jumped her from your multiple movie sets? Called each of your booty calls auntie?” It was unfair to throw that last one at him you knew it. Chris took a deep breath and slowly let it out.

“I am not the same man I was when you knew me. I haven’t been that man for a long time.” Your head flashed to your last night together and the things he’d said. Was that man who would say those things gone?

“I was an asshole, a super dick. That night with us at my house--.” He paused as if trying to find the words. After a few moments, he didn’t speak again, and you decided it was best just to leave it alone. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t know what you’re talking about. It doesn’t matter.” Chris searched your face then looked down and nodded. “How do we do this?”

“One day at a time I guess,” you responded. “I don’t want to take her from you, Vix. I just want to be in her life.” The two of you stared, and you knew he meant what he said, and there was no maliciousness behind his words. Sighing you nodded.

“You will be.” Sitting quietly for a few minutes he snorted and shook his head. “So, for the last three years you’ve been listening to our wedding song on repeat?” You laughed and nodded. “It’s been utter hell and torture; she loves it!” Chris laughed louder, and you joined in.

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Kyoru Week: Day 7 - Forever

I know this is probably where everyone went with this prompt, but how could I NOT write about their wedding day when I am given the prompt "forever"? Also, I got caught up in a D&D session, so this entry ended up getting published at 1:45am on October 13th, when it was nearly good-to-go at about 5pm on October 12th... whoops...

Full story is below, but you can also read it over on AO3, on FFN, or on DA.

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Meet, Remember, and Love Again

Spoilers: Headcanon for their wedding; minor shipping spoilers for other characters Romance Level: Exchanging Wedding Vows Word Count: 2376 Summary: Kyo and Tohru finally get married

Kyo's leg twitched with nervous energy. The collar of his Jacobite shirt was already loose, but he tugged on it all the same. While Tohru made sure to pick out a comfortable suit for him, Kyo was still unbearably hot.

“Hey,” Yuki whispered in Kyo's ear, his hand firmly on the redhead's shoulder. “You're not getting cold feet, are you? I'm sure Tohru-chan would hate it if I had to kick your ass right now.”

“Enough, ya damn rat,” Kyo shrugged Yuki's hand off, but gave him a half-smile of gratitude. “Nothing is going to make me run away, that is, unless Tohru's hand is already in mine.”

“Good. At least you grew some smarts since high school.” Yuki smirked, and straightened out Kyo's collar for him.

“Yeah, well, wait until it's your turn up here,” Kyo playfully hissed.

As if on cue, the music started up, and a parade of bridesmaids walked down the aisle. Kisa had grown so much since Kyo last saw her, and it was a pleasant surprise to see her walk with such confidence. Next was Rin. She still had a dominant stride, but she certainly seemed more graceful and gentle – slightly – than when they were growing up. She had also restricted her punk accessories to a single thick, black tungsten band on her left hand: her engagement ring from Haru. Kagura walked in behind Rin. She looked like she was about to burst into tears, but her smile seemed genuine enough. Machi was the last to walk the aisle. She started off staring at the floor, as meek as always. Then a thought must have flickered though her mind, because she bolted her head upright and stared directly at Yuki. The moment their eyes connected, Machi stood tall and glided the rest of the way to the alter.

Kyo smirked, leaned back so Yuki could hear, and hummed the Bridal March. Yuki playfully pushed back against him. Then both men stood at attention. The whole congregation stood and turned, and Tohru walked into the doorway.

Her white gown was simple and flowy; cinched at the waist, and lacy along the bodice. Her shoulders were bare, but a delicate white ribbon was wrapped like a choker around her neck. Her hair was pinned up, but some tresses were strategically spilled down her neck and across her shoulder. Kyo couldn't believe she could ever be more breathtaking. He was wrong.

He wasn't sure if it was the elegance of the dress, or how her hair was pinned, or the sheer fact that she was going to be his wife in a few short minutes. Maybe it was a particular glow coming off of her from the joy they shared. Whatever it was, Kyo fell in love with her all over again.

Uotani and Hanajima skirted to Tohru's side, escorting her to the alter as if they were her parents. The Yankee actually looked quite elegant with her hair now chopped short; still emulating Kyoko's look. Her makeup was subdued, and her gown was a lovely lavender that complimented her still-blonde locks. In her arms, instead of a bouquet, she carried Tohru's picture of her mom, so that Kyoko could attend her daughter's wedding.

Hanajima was still in her signature black, but it was a much more modern evening gown style than her standard Gothic look. Her long hair was woven into an intricate French Twist, giving her a very sophisticated air about her. She didn't wear a mourning veil – much to Kyo's relief – but she still held a handkerchief to her face; eyes welling up.

Tohru was grateful to have Uo-chan and Hana-chan escort her down the aisle. She was so nervously excited about everything that she could barely stand; her legs were shaking too much beneath her. Seeing Kyo made her all the more weak.

Kyo hated ties; hated having something around his neck. Even after the curse was broken, he hated having his neck restricted at all. Tohru had seen a bunch of pictures of Western pirates in loose-fitted but still elegant-looking cotton shirts. The v-neck collars plummeted to the chest, and was laced closed. These pirate shirts – Jacobite shirts, they were called – had a refined look to them, but would be comfortable for Kyo to wear. With a pair of dress slacks and shoes, and a paisley-patterned blue vest, he looked almost regal. There was no doubt that everyone would see him as a Western Prince; just as she had always pictured him.

His groomsmen – Yuki, Haru, Momiji, and Shigure – were in much more traditional dress suits: deep blue dress shirts, black slacks, and a black tie and vest. It made Kyo stand out a little, but neither of them cared. Tohru pointed out that her dress had a different style than the simple ballroom gowns her bridesmaids wore; and they both knew they couldn't really reign in Uotani and Hanajima. Sure, the bridal party would seem a bit disjointed, but their priorities were more on comfort and people being happy anyway.

Upon reaching the alter, Kyo stepped forward to take Tohru's hand.

“You better take care of our girl,” Uotani threatened softly.

“We will find out, and we will do whatever it takes to protect her,” Hanajima calmly added. Kyo felt the hairs on his body stand on end as she stared him down.

“Uo-chan, Hana-chan,” Tohru giggled, “We'll be fine. Thank you.”

The girls all embraced, and Tohru got kissed on her temples from both best friends at the same time. Kyo and the girls jointly helped Tohru to the alter, and Uo and Hana took their places as co-maids-of-honor behind Tohru.

The officiant welcomed their guests, and spoke briefly about the beauty of love, the trials of life-long companionship, and the rewards of putting in the daily effort to love each other. While Kyo and Tohru had paid close attention during their rehearsal the night before, in those moments the officiant's words washed over and past them. There was no one else in that room.

It was Kyo. It was Tohru. It was her hands in his. It was his orange eyes, and her brown ones. It was their equally shaky breaths, and trembling legs. It was their soft smiles and half-lidded glances. It was the mental countdown to them officially being one family.

“Sohma-san,” the officiant cut through Kyo's reverie, snapping him to the present.

“Hmm?” Kyo ignored the muffled chuckles of his friends and family.

“Your vows,” the officiant coaxed.

“Right.” Kyo blinked a few times to bring the words he practiced a thousand times to the forefront. Refocused on Tohru, he ran his thumbs over her fingers; playing with them. “Tohru, even when we didn't know it, you have been a constant in my life since I was a kid. I dunno if it was with the 'red thread,' but we were definitely tied together somehow. It terrified me to know that we'd be sharing a roof, but I think part of that fear was because I had wanted that so badly, and I didn't think I deserved it. Thank you for showing me that it was alright to want a future; to want a future with you. Thank you for telling me that I deserved to be loved. Thank you for rescuing me.”

Kyo pulled Tohru's right hand to his lips, and tenderly kissed her knuckles. “I was terrified of the idea of my soul being bound to another; forced to come together lifetime after lifetime. Now, I don't want anything more intensely. I want to start a new banquet with you. One where we are surrounded with love, acceptance, and happy memories. Oh! And lots of hugs.”

The Sohmas collectively chuckled and muttered their agreement to that last vow.

“Very lovely.” The officiant turned to Tohru. “Honda-san, please speak your vows to your groom.”

Tohru shook. She didn't think she had anything as lovely as what Kyo had just said. He had memorized it, no less! She slowly pivoted to Hana-chan to pass over her bouquet, and then turned to Uo-chan to accept her index cards. Still quaking a little, she held her left hand out to Kyo, and stared at her vows.

The second Kyo's hand again cupped hers, Tohru calmed. He didn't care. She could simply say 'I love you, and I want to be your wife,' and he'd be happy. These weren't for everyone else. They were for him, and for her to let him know how much he meant to her.

“Kyo-kun, you are sunshine and warmth that I didn't know I could ask for. You are the strength I don't have, and the safety I didn't realize I was yearning for. You are my smile and my joy. You are a subtle kindness, and a sweet gentleness. You've always been a prince in my eyes. You don't judge me, but you always try to teach me. Together, I hope we can always rise each other up, and grow more.”

She squeezed Kyo's hand to steady herself, and then looked up from her cards. She didn't need them for this part, but she did she need to look in Kyo's eyes. “I'm positive that my mom considers your promise fulfilled, because with you I am truly found, and I'm as safe and protected as I would have been with her. She would have been so proud of the man you became. I know, because I am.”

Kyo again pulled her hand to his mouth to kiss, tears spilling down his cheeks, and she felt droplets squeaking out of her eyes as well.

“Now, if you'll take the rings.” The officiant gestured to Yuki and Hanajima. The two of them stepped forward. Yuki handed Kyo Tohru's wedding band, and Tohru exchanged her index cards for Kyo's wedding ring.

“As you exchange rings, recite your commitment to each other,” the officiant said. “Sohma-san, you start.”

Kyo delicately slid Tohru's engagement ring off her hand, never once taking his eyes away from hers. “For the girl you were, for the woman you are, and for the wife you shall be to me. I choose you to be my only one.” He then slid the wedding band onto her hand. “With this ring, I thee wed. I take you as my friend, my lover, and my wife from this day forth and into the fullness of time, where we will meet, remember, and love again.”

Tohru couldn't see anymore. She just kept blinking tears away. She had no clue that Kyo was shamelessly letting his tears just spill. She felt him slide her engagement ring back on after her new wedding band, and she squeezed his fingers.

Taking Kyo's left hand in hers, Tohru slid the wedding band over his fingernail, and let it rest there. “For- for the- for the boy you were,” her voice shook and cracked. She knew she was about to start sobbing with joy, but she had to resist. The ceremony was almost done. Just a couple more minutes, and then nothing could take Kyo from her. “For the ma-man you are, and- and for the- the husband you shall- you shall be- be to me. I choose you to- to be my very only and solitary one.”

The polite chuckle rolled through the congregation. Kyo mouthed 'you got this' to Tohru, and she slid his wedding band the rest of the way onto his finger.

“With this ring, I thee wed. I- I take you as my friend, my lo-lover, and my husband from- from this day forth and into the fullness of time, where- where we will meet, and we'll remember, and we'll love again.”

Kyo mouthed 'I love you' to her, and she quickly mouthed it back.

“Beautiful! I now pronounce you The Sohmas: Kyo and Tohru. You may kiss.”

Everyone cheered as Kyo cupped the back of Tohru's head, and pulled her to him, his other arm wrapping around her waist. Her arms circled his neck, and she rocked onto her toes. Their lips met, and neither wanted to separate again. They were a family. They had been for a while now, but it was finally official. He was her husband. She was his wife.

It was actually Uo clearing her throat that caused the two to break, their cheeks flushed from the excitement and mild embarrassment at kissing so passionately in front of everyone.

The recessional began to play, and hand bells rang. Hanajima passed Tohru's bouquet back to her, and Kyo escorted his bride – his wife - down the aisle. They passed through the back doors, and started their receiving line. Uo and Hana followed, linked arm-in-arm. Then Yuki walked with Machi, both a-blush with thoughts of their own potential trip to an alter. Rin and Haru were a bit more playful on their trip back up the aisle, Haru nipping a bit at Rin's neck. Momiji escorted young Kisa, the two of them talking bubbly about the ceremony while trying to still look serious. Finally, Shigure escorted Kagura to the receiving line, muttering comforts into her ear.

As they waited for their guests to spill out and congratulate them, Kyo pulled Tohru against his side. She nuzzled his chest, and he breathed in the scent of her hair. He then played with her rings, and she did the same: spinning his band around his finger.

“How does it feel, to wear a ring?” she asked.

“Like the greatest thing in the world.” He kissed the top of her head and squeezed her tight. “You're my wife now.”

“You're my husband! Kyo-kun is my husband!”

“Forever,” he whispered in her ear. “Forever and for always.”

“Until the end of time, and beyond.”

Kyo angled her chin, and he leaned in for another kiss. He could never get enough of them, and he knew he could indulge for the rest of his life. Tohru was just as greedy, and wept as she thought of her parents.

Their love story lasted for eternity, but Tohru and Kyo's would last longer than that.

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