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[yansurnummu]

this is quick i just had to doodle my new dragonknight in cargo shorts. i'm obsessed with her

[justkending]

Moral of the Story. Chapter Five.

Summary: Marrying too young out of highschool leads to a naive and failed marriage. Now 10 years later, word comes that the divorce was never actually completed. Bucky and Y/N have to come back together after all these years to settle what wasn’t all those years back. Passive attitudes, miscommunicated endings, and reminiscing of old loves and lives all comes back for the two.

Pairing: Bucky x Y/N

Word Count: 3200+

Chapter Five:

Once the meeting was done and over, Bucky and Y/N both left at the same time. Bucky was kind enough to hold the door open for her as they made their way back to the street, but Y/N’s goal was to get back to her car as quick as possible. So she gave him a curt thank you and moved quickly to leave. 

“Y/N!” Bucky shouted just as she was less than 10 feet away. She paused with a cringe on her face before turning back to him. He was walking hesitantly to catch up with her. “Listen, I know it’s been a few years.”

“A few is an understatement,” she mumbled and he heard, but decided to move on. 

“I just- I,” he stuttered. What the hell was he doing? “Would you want to get coffee? Catch up some? I-,” Before he could finish, she cut him off. 

“Listen, as great as that sounds,” she tried to say nicely, but he could see the nerves in her face. “I actually have plans right after this.” He deflated some in his spot. She noticed and though she thought she wouldn’t care if she hurt him after all these years, something deep down proved that thought was wrong. “I-I just haven’t seen my family in a while, and the little time I have left here this weekend, I wanted to spend time with them where I could.”

“Right, right,” Bucky tried to brush off unbothered, but failed. “I’m sure your dad misses you, and you him.”

“Yeah, it’s been a few years. That and I haven’t been back in the city in 10 years, so I have a lot to catch up on,” she nodded. 

“Wait, you haven’t been back here in 10 years?” he asked shocked. He thought she had a least been in town throughout the years. Even if he hadn’t seen her. 

“Um, yeah. I kinda…” she hesitated, but figured where would the truth hurt? “Guess I wasn’t ever really ready to get back here.” Bucky knew what she meant even if she wasn’t saying it verbatim, and it hurt his heart knowing he was the cause. Well, I guess both of them were, not just him. “That plus starting up Horizon, it was hard the first few years. But the family still sees each other for the holidays.”

“That’s right. Colorado,” Bucky nodded. 

Y/N had kept forgetting for some reason that Bucky and her father were with each other at least once a week most of the time. Always hanging out and doing guy things, or really, father and son types of things. Meaning he knew of, if not actually knew, Sherri, Denise, John, and Chloe too. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t know about the yearly Colorado trip. 

“Right,” Y/N nodded with pursed lips, putting it all together and Bucky realized. 

“Oh, God sorry. I promise I’m not stalking you, it’s just your dad and I-” he started to defend his knowledge. 

“It’s fine James, really,” she said with a wave of her hand and a slight chuckle. One he never expected coming from her. And the name… He wasn’t sure the last time he heard her say Bucky. As soon as they decided to bring an end to their relationship, that nickname never passed her lips again. “I know you and my dad are close.”

“You’re not upset at that?” he asked, slightly confused. 

“I’m not evil. No matter how much you may think,” she mumbled the last part. “I-I… I know the relationship you two share. You’ve had it since the beginning of time practically. I wouldn’t dream to take that from either of you.”

Bucky didn’t respond. Because all he could do was look at her with a longing look. God, he missed her. Sure he held some anger from where they ended things, but he had moved on for the most part. Now he just missed his best friend. The girl he grew up loving. From best friends to girlfriend, to eventually fiance and wife. He missed her. Just who she was as a person when resent wasn’t a feeling she had toward you. 

Sure, it was a lot to think back on in just the thought that she still cared for him enough not to banish her father from him, but it spoke volumes for who she was as an individual and he missed that. 

“I mean not that I really have a say in other people’s life, but if I did, I wouldn’t do such a thing,” she looked down, fidgeting in her spot seeing him staring at her like earlier all over again. 

“I know you wouldn’t,” he responded, quickly noticing his stare and looking down at his own shuffling feet. “Well, in that case, I’ll let you go. Thomas has been excited beyond measures to have you home. I won’t keep you from him.”

She nodded as they made eye contact again and started to turn back to her car. But before she could get too far, knowing this may be the last time he sees her again for a while, if not ever, he had to say it. 

“Y/N?” She turned at her name and sent him a questioning look. “I’m glad you’re doing ok. You seem to really be taking the world by storm like you always were going to,” he smiled softly and she blushed some before returning the smile. 

“Thank you, James. You too. You seem like you’re doing some pretty amazing things yourself,” she nodded once. 

They didn’t speak more than that, but instead walked back to their cars. Not without a second glance here and there. 

___________________

“So? How did it go?” Thomas asked as soon as Y/N walked in through the garage door. Him and Sherri sitting at the breakfast nook with cups of coffee in hand and wide eyes ready for all the details. 

“It went,” she responded, throwing her purse on the island bar stool and going to make a mug for herself. 

“Wow, such a colorful description. Anything more and she’d be over doing it,” Thomas exaggerated, getting a giggle from Sherri who stood up and joined Y/N’s side grabbing the creamer and sugar for her. 

“Come on now, sis. Good? Bad? Magical?” she added the last word with flare. 

“Anything besides magical,” she sent a playful glare to the woman. “I will say this though.” She walked over and sat with a huff in the nook across from her father, practically deflating in her seat. “I am still technically Mrs. Barnes.”

“What?!” they both gasped. 

“How?” Thomas pushed on. 

“Well I guess the meeting today was just to update the papers and nothing else. I mean, yeah. A few signatures here and there, but it’s not finalized.”

“So it was just an revision meeting? When’s the final cut?” Sherri asked, leaning on the back of Thomas' chair. The two watching their daughter with intrigued eyes. 

“A few days?” she said more in a question. “Matthew, our new lawyer, said him and his partner are going to update them within the next day or so, and then send us the final write up to sign. After we send those back in, it’ll all be settled.”

“You still going to have John overlook everything for extra measures?”

“Never hurts. I really would rather NOT go through all this mess again. Getting divorced once sucks, but twice? Yeah, I’d rather not have to do it a third time. And all with the same man,” Y/N sighed heavily before taking a long chug of her coffee. 

The couple ahead of her sending each other a silent message to the other. Y/N hadn’t noticed as she closed her eyes at the upcoming headache, and even if she had, she wouldn’t have time to question it as her phone started going off. 

Looking down, she saw the office calling her. On a Saturday?

“I have to take this. I’ll be back in one second,” she groaned, taking her coffee mug with the buzzing phone to the back patio. “Hello?”

“Y/N! Hey, I have a quick update,” Melody’s voice came through the other line.

“Why are you at the office on a Saturday?” Y/N said a little sternly, but good intentions were behind it. 

“I got an email from our recycle plant we had scheduled for that Monday meeting and it couldn’t wait until Monday,” she was quick to explain. “But listen. They had to reschedule. The main guy and his wife, the bosses of the vendure who was coming to discuss the offers, had a family emergency come up and asked if they could postpone it a week.”

“Um, yeah sure. That’s fine,” Y/N shook her head trying to run the schedule through her mind. “Did you contact Bee’s Knees and let them know about the postponement?”

“Yes, and they said they were fine with it as well.”

“Ok, good,” Y/N nodded. “So I have a clear schedule besides background work Monday. Is that all?”

“Well…” Melody drug out. 

“Why does that sound like a Natasha kind of ‘well’,” Y/N questioned with a quirked eyebrow. This wasn’t receptionist or assistant talk about to happen. 

“Speaking of Nat, we thought because that was your only big meeting for the week and everything else is normal for the rest of the week, you should extend your stay in Brooklyn,” she replied. 

“What?”

“Come on. We both agree you haven’t seen your family in far too long, and a weekend trip isn’t going to cut it. That plus, Nat made a good point that you have tons of old friends you haven't seen in way too many years either,” she went on. “Why rush catching up with everyone, if all the work you need to do can be done on your laptop from Brooklyn? That and for once, your schedule isn’t overstacked with meeting after meeting. That happens once every few months. Plus, you’re already in New York!”

“Ok, ok. Calm down there, Sparky,” Y/N chuckled at her friend being out of breath. “I mean I guess, you’re not wrong…”

“She can’t be. I’m the one who came up with all this,” Nat’s voice broke in. 

“Oh, yeah. I may or may not be hanging out with Nat and Yelena,” Melody giggled bashfully. “Or be partially tipsy.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the three, but couldn’t stop the laugh from coming out of her own mouth. 

“You sneaky little bitches,” Y/N chuckled. 

“What can I say? We’re Romanoff’s,” Nat smirked through the phone. 

“Well, I’m a Hill, but Romanoff by descent,” Melody added in. 

Again, another joking eye roll. 

“Now I have to change my flights and everything,” Y/N sighed. 

“Oh, woes me,” Nat mocked. “What a challenge it must be to log into your computer and change a flight to another week…”

“Hey, smartass,-”

“Lucky for you, you have me. I state once again,” Nat laughed. “I already checked into your flights to see if we can get a cheap reschedule.”

“How’d you know my login information?” Y/N asked, confused. 

“I have my ways, now don’t interrupt,” she scolded before continuing. “I was able to find you a flight around the same time, plenty of time to get to your rescheduled meeting, and it won’t cost you a hair off that pretty head of yours.”

“How’d you manage that?” Y/N asked with a smirk of her own now and a pop of her hip.

“I’ll say it again since apparently you’re deaf. I have. My ways,” the red head replied. 

“You sure you weren’t a spy in another life or something? Because sometimes you and Yelena have some strange tricks up your sleeves that I’ve only seen done in movies.”

“I would like the answer to that as well. Like how they coroerced me into a girls night while I was hiding in my apartment trying to take a relaxing night to read,” Melody spoke up. 

“Drink your juice, babygirl,” Yelena’s voice came quietly in the back. 

“With all that being said, we are gonna to let you go. We’re going to get all the details of last night out of this little one and go to a few clubs,” Nat explained. 

“Oh, I’d love to hear the details when you have them,” Y/N laughed. 

“I’ll have a nice 5 page paper ready for you tomorrow morning,” Yelena yelled from a distance.

“I’ll be expecting it. Now you girls go have a good time and please show Melody what she’s missing out on!”

“Can do, boss lady! Love you! See you next week!” 

With that, the phone call ended and Y/N looked at the empty lock screen. 

“I guess we’re staying a little longer.”

________________

“So, how’d it go?” Steve asked coming home from his early half shift. 

Bucky was sprawled across the couch with a pillow over his face, a sports playback running in the background and a beer that looked like he had been nursing all afternoon on the coffee table. 

“She looks great,” he mumbled into the cushion, but Steve couldn’t syfer the words.

“You’re going to have to say that again without a throw pillow over your face,” he chuckled, kicking off his shoes and throwing his keys by the door before heading to the nearby kitchen. 

“I said, she looks great!” Bucky all but grunted as he sat up. Frustration and annoyance clear in his answer. 

“And why do you sound like that’s a horrible thing?” Steve laughed again from the distance. 

Bucky groaned as he stood up and walked into the other room with Steve. He was parading through the fridge for an afternoon snack, or by the looks of the clock on the oven, lunch. 

It was 12:30 already?

“Because Steve, it makes it hurt all the more,” he pouted, crossing his arms as he leaned against the island in the middle of the space. 

“Her looking good, hurts you?” Steve asked, standing up with a tupperware bowl of leftovers in his hand. 

“I don’t know!” Bucky sneered at him, angry that his best friend wasn’t catching on to his feelings that even he didn’t understand. “I guess deep down, I was hoping she didn’t age well so that walking away would be easier. But there she was, walking in like fine wine. All mature and curvy, and… Perfect…” he mumbled the last part. “She did smack me though,” he added, thinking back with a dazed face. 

“Smack you?” Steve chuckled, popping the cold food in the microwave. 

“Our lawyer is blind. I asked a simple question of out of all the states to live in, why New York in that kind of condition?” Bucky said, hating how it sounded. “I realize now, after processing it, that was stupid and rude.”

“Hence why she smacked you,” Steve laughed, copying the brunette's stance on the opposite counter. “You’re an occupational therapist, Buck. Out of all the things to understand, it’s people adapting to their handicaps and disabilities.” He couldn’t help the laugh at his friend who seemed oblivious to the irony. 

“I was nervous, ok?!” Bucky defended, throwing his arms up and going to pace the room now. “Y/N and I had been sitting in awkward silence for the most part of the meeting so far, and that was the first piece of conversation that came to mind.”

“I’m hoping for your sake, he wasn’t a dick about it.”

“He wasn’t. He actually said he gets asked that a lot. Apparently, he hasn’t been blind all his life and said he’s lived here all that time. Helps when you grow up in the environment you live in.”

“Very true,” Steve agreed, grabbing his food and stirring it around before taking a bite and talking again. “Besides her looking ‘perfect’, did the process go well? You know, besides her reprimanding you like a mom?”

“Ha ha. You’re so funny,” Bucky deadpanned. “But yes. We signed our things and updated it all. Hey, did you know she’s a co-founder of Nat’s woman’s home? I guess not a co-founder, but investor?”

Steve finished his bite and shook his head. “Can’t say I did. It must be recent if that’s the case because neither Nat or Y/N told me about that.”

“I think it is, but damn…”

“Damn what?” Steve asked. 

“Well, at first she had me dropping my jaw at the fact that she did everything and more that she had hoped to do. She’s become an environmentalist like her grandmother and has started a whole business based on it.”

“I mean she was an environmentalist as soon as her GG had her walking. Remember how she would always take our straws at restaurants and have the waitress take them back so we didn’t ‘kill the turtles’? And that was before that was a like a worldwide trend,” Steve remenised, moving to the living room to eat at the couch. Bucky following. 

“God, yes. She started carrying like 10 reusable straws with her as soon as they came out with them. That and remember the amount of reusable bags she had in her backseat any given time of the week?” Bucky laughed, joining him in thinking back to the dated memories. 

“So many she would hand them out to people in parking lots at grocery stores to use themselves,” Steve added. “God, she really loves this planet. I admire her passion though. We need everyone to have a heart for our home like that.”

“She made it everyone's mission around her to know just how important it was,” Bucky smiled at the thought as he looked off in the distance, wrapped in the memories he loved. But that wasn’t the point. The point was he would never be close with her like that again. What they had was done and over… Or would be. “Funny thing actually…” Bucky chuckled awkwardly. 

“What’s that?” Steve asked, looking at the TV in front of him. 

“We may or may not still be married…”

There was a pause as Steve stopped mid-chew and slowly turned his gaze from the baseball reruns on the screen to Bucky with a tight smile. 

“Excuse me?”

“I guess that wasn’t the endgame for today’s meeting…”

“What was?”

“Getting things updated and signed so that the papers were actually ready for our divorce,” Bucky answered. 

“So she’s still Y/N Barnes?”

“Yes, but I wouldn’t say that to her face. She looks like she wants to physically throw up when you call her that,” Bucky slouched in his chair. His hand coming up to cover his face as he rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle finger. 

“So still married?”

“Still married.”

“How long?” Steve sighed, putting his food on the counter and leaning back in his own seat. 

“As long as it takes to make up the new divorce settlements and get them signed and sent back in. Until then… I’m a married man.”

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In the Beginning // Alive!Luke Patterson

Summary: Reggie (Rhodes)’s older sister is the epitome of cool in his, and his friends, eyes with her in a band. Pushed by a hazel eyed brunette with a huge crush on the eldest Rhodes teen the boys decide to start a band. While at first the band is for Luke’s dream of landing you he finds his passion with music.

Warning: Swearing, angst, fluff, dad!Luke

Words: 4.1k

A/N: I couldn’t resist writing another alive!Luke fic with Luke crushing on his band mate’s sister. Ugh, just imagine Luke suggesting a band to impress his crush only to fall in love with music instead.  For my fics it will be Alex Mitchell and Reggie Rhodes until JATP reveals their canon names. 

Masterlist

Los Angeles, 1992

The guitar case was a familiar heaviness as you walked into the home for the first time in months after a practice. You ached from the long travel, and all you wanted was your bed. The yawn came first, then the startled yell at the living room.

Four pairs of eyes met the girl standing in the entryway, surprised at a sleepover with her brother and his full friends. Eyebrows coming together you shook your head wondering why they had come here instead of the typical Patterson home.

“Hey!” Fourteen-year-old Reggie beamed towards his older sister excited she was back from her weekend band practice. Your eyes blinked at his usual upbeat personality before switching to the brown eyes from Bobby, too shy to full meet yours.

Spread around the living room watching a movie was Reggie’s best friends; the socially awkward Alex, the shy Bobby, and the Patterson boy Luke. The young typically spent their time at Luke’s place, so seeing them in your home was strange.

“Reg, what’s up?” You asked crouching to untie your shoes confused at the sharp audible gasp coming from Luke. Standing straight up, you saw Luke awkwardly looking away with bright red cheeks.

“How was practice?” Reggie inquired with the smile he got from your mom and his dark hair from your dad.

Reggie usually wasn’t interested in your band leading you to wonder what the hell was going on with them. Being sixteen you didn’t socialize with Reggie’s friends, thanks to the two year age gap, but you were happy he had good friends. Well, less than two years between you and Luke.

“It was good. Since when are you interested in Crimson Queen?” You questioned moving more into the room with the four young teens, “You haven’t even touched your bass in years.”

One eyebrow raised you individually looked at the boys in the room all with sheets of paper around them. From a distance, you couldn’t tell what was on them, but it couldn’t be homework. They all attended the same high school while you had done correspondence with the band and a tutor.

“Luke’s parents got him a guitar,” Reggie spoke gesturing to the decent brand new acoustic guitar on the floor beside the Patterson. Luke’s hazel eyes widening as you came closer to the group.

Your hand picking up the guitar to look it over finding it was decent for a beginner, but it was definitely not tuned. The sheer sound made you wince.

“So, you guys want to be a band?” You questioned sitting on the floor beside Luke. The boy shifting nervously, you weren’t blind that he got shy around girls, “Do you guys even play instruments?”

“I got the bass, Bobby can play rhythm guitar, Alex plays dru-“

“I wouldn’t call it proper drumming. It’s just something my therapist suggested with my anxiety and frustrations.” Alex raised his hand leading to everyone in the room looking at the tall male, recently had a growth spurt, with the backward black hat.

“And Luke will learn guitar as well.” You added, looking at the quiet, “How well can you play?”

“I don’t even know how to properly tune it,” Luke admitted playing with his fingers adorned with a ring.

Luke had chosen a cutoff shirt in an attempt to gain your attention to his arms he hoped had gotten more muscled. He had a massive crush on you but with the guys your own age he had step up; he started working out. He actually enjoyed it, but he’d enjoy it more if you were checking him out.

“You’ll need a place to practice.” You mumbled glancing out the window at the ocean waves thinking. The house was on the prime real estate edge of the beach all thanks to your well off parents; Dad, a doctor and Mom, an interior designer.

Your fingers tapped on the ripped blue jeans you had chosen that day with the flannel shirt opened over the black AC/DC t-shirt. You started standing up, grabbing Luke’s hand to pull him up as well; the boy’s cheeks grew pinker, and his heart fluttered.

“What?” Luke spluttered, staring at his hand, caught in yours in sheer awe.

“You’ll need a place to practice.” You answered, dropping is head to reach in your pocket for your key chain.

The key chain had a few keys on it: one for home, one for your car, one for the band van for gigs, one for the garage, and lastly one for the house the garage belonged to. The boys piled into the car, apprehensive for where you were taking them. The only sound was the radio playing local greatest hits, your foot slammed on the brake at the house of your bassist.

“Well Marty, this song has blown up on the charts. New band Crimson-“

“Holy shit.” You breathed staring at the radio. Your door opened as you sprinted down to the steps that led to the garage. The footsteps of the boys following.

The garage was open already with your band members lounging around the space filled with instruments and amps. Their heads swivelling as you frantic turned the radio on.

“Come on.” You mumbled, turning the radio station to the right one, “Guys listen!”

“-Crimson Queen is an LA-based band making waves in the LA Nightlife and hit the top ten with their newest song Sorry Now.” The radio host spoke, “If you haven’t heard the song before, this is the band’s new single.”

The song was blasted from the radio leading to the four girls screaming the song out dancing around the room. Euphoria was the only way you could call the feeling rising in the bodies of the girls in the place. The room burst into more screams as your drummer. Faith switched the radio station.

“Today history was made, Crimson Queen is an all-female rock band fronted by Y/N Rhodes. They started as a hobby at fifteen, but a year later at sixteen they’ve made waves.” A hit radio station, the second one so far, was talking about your band. Holy shit.

“Lucy, this band is going places. My daughter is seven years old, and she’s telling me this band is the talk of her school. I can’t tell how much Lucy listens to their demo.”

Your eyes saw Reggie having a meltdown of excitement for older sister and her band, and you were so unbelievably happy you should care the moment. You rushed over to Reggie to pull him into a hug.

“Girls…and boys.” Mrs Taylor spoke furrowing her brows at the young boys in the garage her daughter had begged to use for the band. Shaking her head, the middle-aged woman turned her attention to her daughter.

“Hey, Ma.” Dawn, your bassist, spoke spreading her pink painted lips to her perfectly straight teeth too hyped up on energy, “What’s up?”

“First congratulations on the single. Secondly, we’re gonna need to get a personal line for the band because our phone is blowing up.”

A sharp gasp from Dawn before the three of the four girls rushed to the house of the Taylor’s. You hung back to look at your brother and his band.

“So? What do you think?” You inquired with the group, “This idea of yours has to be one hundred percent what you want. It won’t be easy in LA, it will come with hardships, and Reggie Mom and Dad won’t let you drop out.”

The four boys nodded their heads because the excitement they saw in your big break was something they wanted. To be able to connect with people cemented their decision.

“Feel free to hang around.” You suggested glancing around the garage that started it all, “I’ll be back in a bit.”

The Orpheum, Los Angeles, 1995

The crowd screamed as Crimson Queen, the song that started this road played with the girl crouching to grasp the hand of fans. At the beat of the chorus, you stood up eating up the energy of the last show of the tour. You went jumped on the drum riser rocking on the guitar as Faith did her magic.

Dawn on her bass made her way to rock with your rhythm guitarist Sara sharing grins with you still feeling the euphoria of this success. As the song came to an end, your entire band went to the front of the stage.

“We’d like to thank our fans for the last nine months of our world tour. We started this band in LA in 1991, so we thought it fit to end our tour at The Orpheum.” You spoke to the crowd, feeding off the energy as the concert came to an end.

The road crew would load your instruments up in the van to take home after months of travelling. You were so excited to see Reggie, who would be seventeen now, having celebrated his birthday while you had been in Europe. Too excited were shocked as Reggie backstage.

“Reggie!” You exclaimed tugging the teen into your arms, leaning back to take him in, “Damn you grew!”

Reggie grinned not giving a shit you were coated in sweat from performing your setlist, but your eyes went over his shoulder. Standing close and just as excited was Reggie’s friends. Alex was taller, Bobby looked more confident, and Luke could meet your eyes. Luke also had changed, no longer baby faced.

“Sunset Curve.” You spoke, stepping back to look them over, “I haven’t seen you guys in months, how did you change so much!”

“That’s what happens when you go on tour for almost a year.” Luke teased tugging you into his arms for a tight hug.

It was odd seeing Luke taller and more muscled than when you left for tour, and the confidence was honestly hot. You had seen Luke as anything other than your brother’s friend, who tended to stare a little too long.

“You played the fucking Orpheum!” Alex screamed, holding your shoulders with a wrinkled nose at the damp red thin flannel shirt. The girls wandered up behind you each with a grin at the guys.

“Well if it isn’t Sunset Swerve,” Sara spoke swinging her arm over your shoulder with a teasing smirk plastered on her face. Her blonde hair swept up in a bun high on her head from a recent shower.

“Sunset Curve!” The male quartet snapped at the name before they fell back into a happy demeanour. Luke and you both staring at each other with a pink-hued face.

Faith was quieter in the group leaning closer to your band to whisper in your ear, “Jay scored us some drinks. But MJ got us into a party.” Faith’s textured hair tickling your neck.

Grins split the three girls at the suggestion each excited for the party with fellow musicians and plus ones. Sure, the parties had drugs and alcohol, but they were fun and part of the scene. Half of you wanted to go, but the other wanted to spend time with your brother.

“I’ll think I’ll pass.” You spoke up to the girls motioning to the guys, “I’ll head back with them. Meet you at the house later?”

Your black vans moving backwards as you moved to be closer to be flush against Reggie’s side grinning as he bumped his hip against you. Sara, Faith and Dawn each raising an eyebrow at your response since you often dragged them to parties.

“Orrr…we could each take one of them.” Faith cajoled mocha skin gleaming in the light with her hands, tugging her hair into a thick braid.

“You want me to take my seventeen-year-old brother and his friends-“

“-I’m like two weeks from being eighteen-” Luke cut into the conversation buzzing at the possible date, but not date, with the girl he had been crushing on for years. He was pretty sure he was in love with you at this point; he did date a little, but nothing stuck.

“-To a party in Hollywood.” You finished pinning your gaze on the three girls ahead each with mischievous grins. Your cheeks puffed as you breathed out, thinking of the positives and negatives.

Bobby was bouncing on his heels with Reggie leaving Alex shifting uncomfortably in his place. His partially relaxed when Luke squeezed his forearm through the distressed black jean jacket that bought his outfit together. Luke himself was apprehensive on your decision because either way, he got to spend time with you.

“Come on.” Dawn implored, pulling out the big guns with her ocean blue eyes widening into the puppy gaze that did you in each time. Her curtain of short dyed pink hair framing her heart-shaped face.

“I’m going to pass this time. Do some shots for me! Not tequila though, that was a huge mistake.” Faith’s grin widened at having you carry you out of the house in the early morning after a wicked party.

“Did you ever find your tho-“

“Faith!” You hissed turning a bright red at her revelation that you definitely didn’t want Reggie to know. The atmosphere turned awkward as everyone realized what the sentence would end with.

Okay so maybe you had hooked up with a few people over the last three years but nothing permanent. It was fun, drunk fun, but still fun and nothing had gone wrong. Your eyes avoided looking at Luke for a reason you couldn’t decipher.

“I’ll see you later.” You spoke motioning for the guys to follow you to the dressing room you had settled in early in the day. The corner of your lips quirked at the awe on each of the boys�� faces.

“I’m in the dressing where bands become legends.” Reggie gasped circling the room with wide-eyed interest. Alex was interested in the band posters on the walls from previous performers.

Luke, however, was more interested in your curves covered by your sweaty stage clothing that stuck to your form. His Adam’s apple gulped as you grabbed your shower bag moving towards the connected bathroom.

“I’ll grab a shower, and we can head out.” You supplied, “I’ll just need to stop at Rudy’s office for our portion of the concert.”

The guys mumbled a response finding a place to wait without hushed conversations of when they would get to play. Luke’s eyes found yours at the low call of his name from the bathroom; a crack opened he walked over.

“Do you have a sweater?” You mumbled at the taller teen with widening eyes as he realized that you were naked behind the door.

Luke stumbled over his feet, retrieving the black pullover Crimson Queen merch he had had for months now. He had saved up money to buy the merch to support the band. The door closed as you tugged the sweater in the bathroom momentarily before walking out.

“Thanks Lu. I forget to pack a shirt.” Luke awed as your nose scrunched up adorably to the amusement of his friends, “So, do you wanna hit the beach? Or maybe give me a concert in the garage?”

Luke intertwined his fingers in yours as he tugged you out of the room with your bag in hand. His heart fluttered as you held on to his hand even in the little office of the Orpheum’s management for the thick envelope of money.

“Thanks, Rudy!” You called over your shoulder at the short, stout man going over the financials and upcoming performances.

The smell of Sunset Boulevard brought a smile remembering the first time you performed and the small group that had waited outside. The first night of autographs and recognition.

“So, Reg how’s my car?” You questioned the teen who impishly grinned tugging the key chain from his black jeans. You had given him the keys when you revealed Crimson Queen had a world tour.

“Right there.” Reggie pointed leading the group of five to the car that would take them to the garage. Reggie drove with Alex in the passenger while you were crammed between Bobby and Luke; Luke was delighted in your warmth against his side.

While your band members partied, you got a first-row seating to Sunset Curve’s talent in the garage where you had started out. It was amazing to see how much they had accomplished in the three years since they started.

The sudden knock on the door had you flailing off the couch onto the floor with a sheet of paper stuck to your cheek. Your spine cracked as you sat up glancing at your watch, finding it was after midnight, only an hour of sleep after inspiration for a new song.

The door was knocked on once more and coming close the sound of crying could be heard, and you wondered if it was Luke. He had been over a few days in the night following a fight with his parents and needed to crash; helped you were giving dating a chance after his well-rehearsed speech.

Imagine your shock when it was Reggie sobbing, “Reggie.”

“C-can I stay here?” Reggie whimpered cuddling himself into the leather jacket he received at Christmas from you. You had inside in your arms in moments, “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Are they fighting again?” You murmured to your younger brother content to hold him as he cried. Bringing him to the living room, you held him as he cried humming under your breath the first song you ever let him see.

“Yeah. The music doesn’t work anymore.” Reggie murmured leaning back to wipe his tears off, “Sorry for crashing. I can go stay with-“

“Here. Reginald, you can always stay here.” You soothed the seventeen-year-old boy with sad eyes and a sombre look. His sad eyes shattered your heart, knowing he had suffered the fighting for months alone, “This house is empty Reg. You can move in here.”

His lip quirked up, “Can we play country music?”

“And eat breakfast at night.” You teased him grinning as his lips pulled up into his trademark grin, “The guys can come over whenever they want. I’d actually prefer they know they can stay here, they deserve a safe place to stay.”

You knew that Alex endured living with his parents, who had gone out of their way to avoid him after he came out. Luke couch surfed at your old house, never at Alex’s home; after coming out, Alex didn’t feel comfortable bringing anyone over.

“Good, because they’re outside.” Reggie sheepishly admitted raising his thumbs-up, “Go thinking ahead!”

Snorting the human version of a golden retriever you opened the front door to the house finding two guys in strange positions. Alex was inspecting the light fixture, and Luke was leaning against the wall with his elbow, foot across the other.

“You guys need lessons in the art of pretending you weren’t eavesdropping.” The sigh fell stepping aside for the two to enter the home—each carrying a backpack and small duffle bag for wherever they would have crashed.

The male trio got comfortable in the living room curiously glancing at the mess of papers, sticky notes and pencils. While with good intentions, they didn’t follow boundaries well, even for Alex.

“Whatcha working on?” Luke inquired, leaning closer to a sheet of paper. His pout coming over his face when you quickly tidied up the papers.

“Nothing. I fell asleep on the couch. The label wants new songs.” You groaned rubbing your eyes, “I got inspired last night. Oh! Hey, I took a message for you guys.”

Jogging to your office studio for the band you quickly grabbed the envelope along with the note that you had been given.

“So, Rudy called me, and I had a meeting with him.” You started sitting on the coffee table in front of the trio. The trio leaned forward.

“Rudy?” Luke questioned, pursing his lips together at the male name. While you and Luke were dating it wasn’t official, he was just really nervous with his dream girl liking him back.

“He’s the management for a venue. He asked if our band was available for a concert, but we collectively decided to focus on songs and recording, which you can’t tell anyone about, but he’s in dire need. So, I might have given him something. Specifically a demo of yours and knowing your home situations I gave my information.”

“Okay…so?” Alex questioned, leaning forward. His eyes growing wide as you pushed the envelope in his hand.

Alex quickly opened the cream envelope finding inside a paper along with a mock-up promo poster with Sunset Curve. The squeal was shocking from the teenager as he read the letter and note out loud.

Y/N,

I gave the demo a listen, and we usually wouldn’t do this, but Crimson Queen has been gracious with us. Always mentioning where the band got its start and closing the tour here. To repay the favour, we would formally like to invite Sunset Curve to perform. In the envelope is a mock-up poster as an option for the promo. Get the Sunset Curve’s people to get in touch. I can get the word out to some friends from some labels to come for a listen. Get in touch as soon as possible.

Manager of The Orpheum in Los Angeles,

Rudy West.

 “The Orpheum?” Luke screamed, yanking the paper from Alex to re-read it in complete shock, “We don’t have people!”

“But Crimson does.” You smirked, “On a temporary basis Crimson Queen formally offer our manager’s help.”

In his excitement, Luke lunged to pull you into a kiss freezing the room in shock.

“He got the girl.” Alex breathed elbowing Reggie in the side who’s mouth was open at his best friend kissing Reggie’s older sister. The older sister who was the driving force behind Luke wanting to form a band to impress her, “We need to tell Bobby!”

1995 was the best year for Luke Patterson. He got the girl, his band made it, his parents finally saw his dream was worth it.

The sound of music hypnotized the woman as she wandered down the hall to the open door of the large home. Nothing too over the top like Bobby’s mansion, but it was a nice size in a gated area. Your neighbours being Reggie on one side and Alex on the other side with his partner Willie; Willie had skated into Alex and into a love story pretty much.

Resting against the door edge of the designated home studio you saw Luke had moved a rocking recliner in. Softly playing in the room was a soft acoustic song recorded months previous as a surprise for you.

“When are the lessons starting?” You questioned bringing Luke’s attention to your soft smile and the love in your eyes. Luke’s grin widened glancing down at the miniature version of his love-filled eyes.

“Given her legendary parents, I think at two.” Luke chuckled shuffling the baby to the crook of his arm shifting, so you could curl into his side as well. Both eyes gazing at the little baby you had welcomed what felt like yesterday.

Stevie could fall asleep only to the lullaby her father had created during the pregnancy, and he had written. Stevie had Luke’s eyes, and so far her blonde hair had yet to darken so the question of if she’d take after your hair or his hair was unanswered.

“Hey sweetheart.” You whispered to your daughter falling asleep to the sound of her father’s voice in the room. An adorable yawn pulled from her little body as she nestled into Luke’s arms.

“She’s so gorgeous.” Luke breathed tears welling up as he could understand the reasoning behind his parents’ opinions in his teens. He truly felt terrible at hurting his mom now that he felt the love for his child.

“We did good Patterson.” You murmured back to the man who had held your heart since you were nineteen and back from tour. Your finger tracing Steve’s soft cheek, “I think she has your mom’s mouth.”

Luke’s lips lingered on your cheek heart full of love for his family with you and his little girl. He had known since his eleventh birthday he would marry you even if you were a year older. A year that made the difference when he was months older than his friends, so the year felt like two for you. At eighteen when was tentatively dating you, he knew he would marry you. He never anticipated the sheer amount of adoration for the little girl he would have at twenty-one.

God, he loved his life. He made up with his parents, his best friends, had the girl of his dreams, the most beautiful daughter and it all thanks to music. Can you see why he lives and breathes music?

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[its-always-sunny-in-forks]

Birch—the first of the Celtic tree symbols—for the first moon cycle in the Ogham Tree Calendar, known by celts as Beith. A symbol of new beginnings, hope, new dawns, and the promise of what’s to come…

Bella // Leah new moon era extended fic series. Instead of calling Billy, Charlie calls Harry about his Bella’s depression over Edward leaving. Charlie knows that Leah went through something similar with Sam and hopes that the two girls can help heal each other. (insp). (read along playlist).

Ch 1 // Ch 2  — A Drop in The Bucket

Leah felt a hitch in her side and she eased up from a sprint to a jog. She slowed even further, taking in the deep grey ocean to her right. The sound of her labored breathing and the rain beating against her lightweight rain slicker were completely drowned out by the sounds of the angered ocean, heaving toward shore. She came up here every other day, rain or shine—though, she preferred the rain. Not only for the way it pummeled the sand into an even surface, easier to fly across, but for the privacy it allowed.

It had been almost a year, but people still gave her that all too familiar look whenever she went anywhere in town. Despite how angry she was, she didn’t hate Sam or Emily. She hated how they had reduced her identity to two words: jaded ex. The tide swelled again, hitting the sand with a loud cadence, and her emotions swelled with it. She thought the start of her last year of high school would be different. Sam had graduated and was no longer there to torment her in person with his remorseful eyes and presumptuous manner. She tried to start anew, even forced herself to join the robotics club the first week, but no gossip had come along in their boring town to trump what was now her life’s story. People still stared and whispered in the halls. Freshmen gawked as they were filled in on the drama. Why try? When everyone was already convinced they knew everything about her. Leah spent her days in the backs of classrooms, dreading group projects and resenting the eyes on her in the halls.

She broke out into a jog again, picking up speed as the rain battered against her hood, dripping down her brow where it gathered from hitting her face. She smiled wryly to herself at the irony, leaning into the jaded ex persona by running alone in the rain at the beach. At least no one tried to talk to her anymore. The first year had been brutal with do-gooders and Nosy Nancy's trying to pry their way into her life so they could watch her sadness for entertainment to give them a sense they were the better person. At least their life wasn’t in shambles. At least they weren’t angry at the world. At least they made the effort to help the local sad girl. It bored Leah to no end, so she stopped responding with fake niceties whenever they invaded her space with their sympathetic smiles and presumptuous ‘so how are you?’s. She frowned as her legs carried her further away from home. There was one person who probably knew all too well how she felt, even after a year had passed for Leah.

Bella Swan. She had heard her name echoed over and over again earlier in the year when she blew into town. Charlie’s only daughter, exiled to rainy Forks from the land of sunshine and cacti. Leah heard the whispers that she was dating a Cullen, ironically enough from Sam. He and his gang were always hanging out in town, or over to see Harry, or at Jake's to see Billy; she could never avoid them for more than a week. Leah heard their judgmental musings and laughed to herself, the way they were concerned with a Forks girl's dating habits. Leah hadn’t heard much more about it since the initial whispers, until the night before.

Her dad had gotten the call last night.

“Charlie—how are ya?” Harry fell into their familiar pattern. “Oh gosh, no we haven’t seen her up this way. Do you want . . .” He shifted his weight and motioned to Leah. She hadn’t realized she stopped what she was doing to listen. “No, no, it’s no problem Charlie. Our boys know the woods better than anyone else. Let me gather the troops and we’ll be over. Hey—we’ll find her, okay Charlie? She’s going to be fine.” His voice was fervent and full of promise. She knew he had been a good friend to Charlie for far longer than she had been alive. Leah wanted to offer to come along, mostly out of curiosity—a curiosity she couldn’t trace—but she knew ‘the boys’ meant Sam, and Sam meant not if Leah could help it. She stayed put, heading out to their garage while Harry started a phone chain to reach Sam and his apostles.

She busied herself in the garage for more than a few hours, time never really existed when she was working on a project. She’d been working on this one for almost six months. It was her and Harry’s baby, a ’67 mustang the local junk yard was about to compact before they found it. She and Seth pushed it across town, easier than they would have thought considering the engine—and by extension the majority of the weight—had dropped out the bottom long ago. Harry had told her she needed an outlet for her negative energy. She scoffed at the implication, but knew he was right. Fixing up cars had been something they had always bonded over, since she was a young girl. She would wait at the door for him to come home and run down the driveway to meet him when his car turned off the street. He’d open the door and scoop her up into his lap, letting her steer while he gassed the car up the short drive to the house. She never noticed the guiding finger he held on the bottom of the wheel. He always cheered as the car rolled to a stop, giving her high fives and lifting her out of the car to spin her around.

He was in the garage every weekend; either fixing up a friend’s car or one of his own. They got her a matching grease monkey suit that was made for a six foot man not a three foot girl. Harry would roll the sleeves and pant legs up so she could shuffle around and bring him a rouge wrench from the tool chest. Harry always took the time to show her what he was doing and even put her hands on the engine and tools to let her get a feel for which tools went with which parts. Leah's eyes alight with a child’s curiosity, she never failed to be in that garage with him every weekend. They became less frequent when Harry tore a ligament in his knee. A long recovery and a difficult injury to begin with made it rough to be crawling around beneath the body of a car. He still worked with her though, getting his hands dirty when he could and instructing her when he couldn’t. It was a hobby that fell by the wayside when her life fell apart last year. The most she could handle were staying alive and staying in school.

Harry didn’t come home until after midnight. He came to check on her and she rolled out from under her mustang.

“Find Swan’s girl?” Again, Leah struggled to source her interest.

“Yeah, she’s doing alright. Pretty shaken up. Cullens left town.” He didn’t need to explain further. For the longest time the Cullens had always implicitly included Bella, even far removed from Forks, Leah knew this. He didn’t sound as thrilled as the rest of the tribe about the Cullens skipping town. Leah had been vaguely aware of the celebration raging in town through most of the night. She heard the whoops and hollers up and down the street as several groups of rowdy teens clamored down to the beach. Leah rolled her eyes; any excuse to light a fire. Harry wasn’t torn up about them leaving, but he certainly wasn’t exuberant. Leah respected him for that.

Harry rapped on the doorframe, “It’s getting pretty late, better finish up here.” He eyed her progress, smiling as he saw the tools sprawled out on the floor. This had been their baby initially, until Leah got frustrated with the old man’s pace and continued it without him when he was too busy. She liked working with him, when he was available to work. Her family were just about the only people she could stand to be around. They never patronized her or handled her with kid gloves. Well, not for a long time at least, but Leah could see the anxious squint to his eyes as his smile turned down. Something he saw tonight must have reminded him of her, a year ago. He cleared his throat and bent down to help her clean up; she let him without protesting.

They continued in silence, putting tools back in appropriate places and a tarp over the exposed engine. Leah hated to admit it but she had put her parents through . . . too much in the early days. She had fights with her mother over not eating enough, fights with her dad over picking fights with people in school. Even fights with Seth, although those were a pretty normal occurrence in any other circumstance, but these were more bitter than joking. She hadn’t been the easiest to handle, but she evened out as her anger turned toward resignation.

Leah trotted to a stop where the beach turned to rocks too awkward for her to traverse across, lining the coast in slate and umber tones, slick with rain. She walked toward the ocean, still in a rage with the storm. There were so many times she stood in this exact spot; the precipice of pain pulling her forward, the promising violence of the black ocean calling to her from the shore. She found a home there, in the beautiful chaos of the tide. It wasn’t a call of temptation anymore as it once had been, but more of an acknowledgment of comradery. They tipped their caps, her raging storm bidding hello and goodbye to that of the sea. This is the place she grew from her pain. She let her inner tide overwhelm her fully, learned every force driving it to crash to her shore, all the while she was crashing with it. She let herself fall apart here, only ever here, with the salt in her lungs and the cold water rushing against her bare toes. Her pain felt tangible when she was standing in front of the unstoppable force of the ocean.

She took a deep breath and launched herself in the opposite direction up the coast, toward home. Bella Swan’s storm must be just beginning.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

The Girl Next Door (Part 9) - Boys Night

Summary: The reader goes to boys night and learns a little more about Dean and his friends...

The Girl Next Door Masterlist

Pairing: Neighbor/Mechanic!Dean x baker!reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Enjoy!

Reader’s POV

You knocked once on Sam’s screen door the next night, stepping inside to hear a chorus of hello’s come from the kitchen area. You and Jack wandered back there, Jack setting a tub down on the counter, Sam staring blankly at you.

“Y/N. You are single handedly going to give the Winchester’s a coronary disease if you keep bringing cookies over all the time,” said Sam. You smiled and cracked open the tub, Sam cocking his head at you. “You brought a veggie platter in a cookie tub. Only you…”

“The rate at which Dean consumes my baked goods, I may have to institute the baker’s rule on him,” you said. You gave Dean’s friends a smile from where they were gathered at one end of the kitchen, Benny giving you a nod.

“I never heard of this baker’s rule,” he said.

“For every cookie you eat, that’s either exercise or some very healthy meals for the rest of the week. Checks and balances,” you said.

“You should really get on the Hunter’s garage diet,” said Benny.

“Bacon cheeseburgers from the diner for lunch?” teased Dean.

“You know I caught Dean eating a salad last week? I almost made him take a drug test. Thought he lost his mind,” said Benny.

“I eat salad for lunch everyday,” said Cas, sipping on his beer.

“Yeah but you like kale you freak of nature,” said Benny.

“Even I don’t like kale as much as Cas,” said Sam with a laugh, sticking to his water.

“Kale’s gross,” said Avy, swinging her legs off the counter edge. Benny gave her a fist bump, Cas rolling his eyes. “Can we get pizza now?”

“It’s already ordered,” said Sam with a laugh. “Mushroom free pizza.”

“I didn’t like that,” said Avy, wrinkling her nose. “But if it happens again, I got a cool pen to stab into my leg!”

“You are so a Winchester,” said Cas, ruffling her head as he walked past. He pulled out a pair of beers, offering them to you and Jack. You took yours but watched Jack decline his. “We’re not in a session right now. You can totally drink in front of me, Jack.”

“I think I’ll stick to water like Sam,” said Jack. Cas gave him a smile and put the drink back, tossing him a bottle of water instead. “So...what exactly do you guys do on boys night?”

“Well for those occasions where Avy joins us for boys night, normally we hang at somebody’s house, order pizza, watch movies, talk about stuff,” said Cas.

“So you guys have sleepovers like middle school girls,” you said with a smile. “Oh. Scandalous.”

Avy laughed, Sam rolling his eyes.

“Remember Jess on boys nights? Can you imagine her and Y/N together?” said Dean, Sam breaking out into a laugh.

“Those two together would have been hilarious,” said Sam, a funny smile on his face. “Scale of 1 to 10, how inappropriate would it be to call Eileen and invite her over tonight?”

“Oh, ten for sure. You’re so doing it though,” said Benny, grabbing Sam’s phone from the counter and handing it to him. Sam shook his head but left the room, returning a minute later and sitting back down on the stool. “So?”

“She’s gonna come over,” said Sam.

“Eileen? I love Eileen!” said Avy, Sam biting his bottom lip at her, scrunching up his nose.

“Hey, Avy. I heard you learned how to do a cartwheel at camp this week. Want to go outside and show me some?” you asked. She immediately hopped off the counter and was out the back door, Dean mouthing thank you to you as you went past.

Avy was pretty good and was showing you some somersaults too, even watching you do a few, the ground not as forgiving as you remembered when you were a kid. You rolled over onto your butt, Avy laughing at you when Dean whistled from the back door a little while later.

“Pizza’s here, Avy!” he called, walking outside, Avy rushing past and back inside. He chuckled as he helped you up to your feet, watching you wipe the dirt off your hands. “Thanks. For taking her out of there a minute.”

“S’no problem. Sam had that look on his face,” you said.

“Sammy hasn’t liked a girl like this since Jess. Those two had a deal you know, if anything ever happened to them. They wanted each other to be happy again. Sammy’s…”

“I get it. Learning to date again is hard,” you said.

“Come on. Let’s go have my friends embarrass me in front of you,” he said, grabbing hold of your hand.

“Oh, you do that all on your own, Dean,” you teased, winking at him and almost tripping when you tried to walk backwards. “You didn’t see that.”

“I make you weak in the knees, sweetheart?” he asked.

“You wish,” you said.

“Not going to argue with that one.”

“Never have I ever…” said Sam a few hours later, long after Avy was in bed. You were sat around the family room on a few couches, tucked into Dean’s side, listening to a summer storm pass through outside. “Never have I ever kissed a guy.”

“Oh come on,” you said, taking a sip of your beer, Eileen smacking him in the chest.

“Hey! Brain trauma here,” teased Sam.

“Shut up,” she said, taking a drink, smiling up at him. You watched Cas take a subtle sip, Benny rolling his eyes as he did one too. “Oh, there’s a story.”

“We don’t talk about it,” said Cas.

“We made like a hundred bucks though,” said Benny, smiling wide. “Pair of little blonde sorority girls dared us when I visited Cas one weekend at school.”

“Easy money,” said Cas.

“What are we counting here,” said Dean. “Cause like if we talking family, then I gave Sammy like five hundred million kisses when he was a baby.”

“And dad did and I really didn’t think that one through,” said Sam, taking a sip of his water, Dean laughing as he drank his beer. You looked at Jack, glancing down when he didn’t move. “Hey, dad’s count, Jack.”

“Our dad wasn’t big on that stuff...even when we were little. He was a doctor, always thought we had germs,” you mumbled.

“So your dad didn’t let you give him kisses when you were like, little little?” asked Benny.

“I don’t remember any,” you said, Jack nodding his head. “He was never...mom was the one who did that stuff.”

“Okay…” said Benny, wide eyed for a moment. “Anyone got any non-depressing shit they want to play?”

“Never have I ever gone to college as a student,” said Dean. Benny laughed and stood up, giving him a high five as the room drank.

“Never have I ever graduated college,” said Jack. Benny and Dean laughed and gave him a high five.

“What were you, Jackie boy?” asked Benny. “Let me guess, doctor dad, med school drop out sister...pre-med?”

“I’m surprised you’re not a cop with deduction skills like that,” said Jack. Benny made a face, nodding at Jack.

“Glad to see you’re warming up to me,” said Benny. “What you been doing all these years? Bakery stuff with your sis?”

“Odds and ends. Landscaping, construction, waiting tables, anything really,” he said.

“Jack’s opened a few businesses too,” you said.

“Failed businesses,” he mumbled.

“I know how hard it is,” you said.

“Me too,” said Benny. “The garage was supposed to be Deano’s job and then Humpty Dumpty over here had to crack his head open. I’m still expecting you to be a partner in this business scenario once you come back full time.”

“We’ll see,” said Dean, giving him a quick smile, watching Eileen start up the game again.

“Hello beautiful,” said Dean the next evening, holding out a few flowers when your front door opened.

“Well thank you Dean but I think Y/N might be a little jealous,” laughed Jack. You slid on your sneakers behind him, popping up to take the flowers as Dean groaned.

“Thank you, Dean,” you said, rolling your eyes at Jack, carefully setting the flowers down on the front table. “You got any plans tonight Jack? I’ll probably be home late.”

“Not really. Probably read my book more,” said Jack. “Maybe take a bike ride before it gets too late.”

“Well Sammy’s next door if you get bored,” said Dean, holding the door as you stepped outside.

“Alright. Have fun you guys.”

“This pretzel is amazing,” you said, offering some to Dean. He took a bite and hummed, giving you a thumbs up before he went back to his hotdog. “These opening guys are better than last week.”

“Main act is supposed to be rock and not country this week. That ought to be good,” said Dean, wiping his hands on his shorts when he finished eating. You caught him watching you for a moment, his lip twitching up when he saw you’d brought his flannel with you and was tied around your waist, his baseball cap on your head hiding your messy side braid. He looked you up and down but the softest smile formed on his face, like he’d forgotten you could see him in your peripheral.

After throwing away the trash, you sat down next to him, giving his a chaste kiss that had him blinking slowly at you. You simply smiled and held his hand, Dean squeezing your fingers together.

The Saturday night concert went later than the one on Sunday had and you were extra glad you had Dean’s warm flannel to put on when the sun had gone down.

“Hey, Y/N,” said Dean, swinging your hands together as you walked through the parking lot at the end of the night. “You want to-”

“Dean? Hey! How’s it going?” you heard to your left, both your heads turning. You saw a woman with a bright smile step over and away from a group of people, holding hands with a guy.

“Hi Lisa,” said Dean quietly, tugging on your hand, trying to walk you away.

“Should have known you’d go to the concert. Dean was always big on his rock music,” said Lisa to the guy she was. “You still over at the garage?”

“Mhm,” hummed Dean.

“Really?” she said. “Never moved on?”

“Yeah. Goodnight,” he said, walking away with you before she could say another word. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s alright,” you said, looking back over your shoulder. “Old friend?”

“Old ex,” he said. “I met her at Cas’ college. We dated for a summer. It didn’t end well. I’ve run into her a few times since. She likes to pretend that didn’t happen, show off her fancy lawyer boyfriend.”

“She kind of sounds like a bitch,” you said.

“She wasn’t. At least I thought she wasn’t. We had fun that summer and then she went back to college and she started treating me differently. I heard her tell her friends once I was too stupid for school. She said some other nasty stuff. I broke it off after that. I haven’t had a girlfriend since. Until now that is,” he said.

“Sounds like she was embarrassed of you,” you said.

“Yeah. I got that message loud and clear,” he mumbled. You spun around, walking backwards.

“Hey Lisa!” you shouted, watching her head whip around in the distance. “Dean’s awesome and the best boyfriend ever so thanks for screwing it up so I could have him! He deserves to be with someone that’s actually proud of him like I am!”

You grinned when you spun around, tugging a frozen Dean after you and over towards Baby.

“You’re awesome,” he said.

“You don’t ever have to be worried that you embarrass me, Dean,” you said. “Now weren’t you going to ask me something?”

“There’s a diner with good pie on the way home if you want to stop and grab a slice,” he said.

“I’d love to.”

A/N: Read Part 10 here!

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This is probably gonna become a series, too, because I have TONS of ideas for this verse, so expect more to come! (also on ao3!)

When Dean moved out of his tiny little garret of an apartment and into a cozy, fully furnished farmhouse on the rural outskirts of town he thought he was in store for a more peaceful, laid-back life. And he would have been right if his neighbor's chickens would shut the hell up for once.

After nearly a decade in his too-small, too-expensive apartment, Dean finally decided that a change of scenery was in order but he sure as hell wasn't going to move out of Lawrence anytime soon. It was his home.

From the river where he, Sam, and their dad would go fishing on the weekends, catching pike and catfish to the bar where Dean had his first legal drink, a shot of Jack Daniel's followed by a few beers with his dad. From the tattoo parlor where he and Sam had gotten matching tattoos on Sam's eighteenth birthday to their uncle Bobby's junkyard where they learned all they would ever need to know about cars.

From the University of Kansas where Dean had gotten his automotive technology degree to the Roadhouse where Ellen had given him a job bartending and helping out in the kitchen. From the back roads where he liked to drive over the speed limit when no one else was around, seeing just how fast his baby could go, to the graveyard where his grandparents were buried together.

Besides, his parents would have thrown a fit. Well, his mom would have anyway. His dad was more stoic, at least on the surface since beneath all of his bluster and bravado he was a big ol' teddy bear, something that Dean had inherited from his old man.

He knew that if for some crazy, stupid reason he decided that he wanted to leave Lawrence, his mother would have been almost too supportive. She would have made him promise that he would take care of himself and call whenever he got the chance. She would probably send him off with a homemade goodbye pie, probably apple or pecan, maybe cherry.

Meanwhile, his dad would just complain about Mary making too big of a deal about the whole thing, reminding her that Dean was a grown man. But he would be fighting back tears like the day Dean had started at KU or the morning Sam got accepted into Stanford.

Speaking of Sam, he would make a huge scene himself, the drama queen. One straight out of those chick flicks that Dean hated with a passion but secretly binged whenever he was alone.

Jess, Sam's fiancee, would probably get a little teary eyed, too. But that was just her way. Dean could forgive that because she made ridiculously awesome brownies. Sure, it wasn't pie but it was the next best thing.

But as it was, Dean decided to move out of his apartment and purchase a quaint house and a nice plot of land in the more rural part of town. The timing was perfect. His business, the garage he had opened with his dad and his best friend Benny, was thriving and he has nearing the ripe old age of thirty six in January.

It was about time he got a house of his own, settled down and found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. So while some of his family and friends had been skeptical of the somewhat sudden decision, Dean had known all along that it was the best choice for him.

The farmhouse was decent sized, two stories with four bedrooms and three bathrooms, all of which were rather spacious. It was painted a pristine white, both inside and out, meaning he got to pick out what colors to paint the walls which excited him for some reason he didn't understand.

The gray shutters matched the front door and complemented the dark stain on the big wrap-around porch that boasted a few rocking chairs and a porch swing. A big oak tree stood in the front yard, a tire swing hanging from one of the thick branches.

The backyard was huge, perfect for a dog and maybe even some kids one day. There were a few trees in the backyard, too, providing some nice shade and a great place for a hammock.

The appliances were practically brand new, stainless steel that had never been used before, the dark metal standing in stark contrast to the light marble countertops and wood kitchen table. He could definitely see himself making Thanksgiving dinners there, filling the spacious house with family and friends.

As nice as the living room was, with two big couches and a few armchairs arranged a rather large TV, the setup making him envision amazing Super Bowl Sundays. But as much as he liked the living room, it was far from his favorite room in the house.

No, that honor belonged to the master bedroom.

Almost as big as his old apartment, the master bedroom was on the second story with a few dressers, a closet, a couple shelves mounted on the wall, and an en suite master bathroom. But most importantly, he had a king sized bed with a memory foam mattress that was so unbelievably comfortable it felt like he was sleeping on a cloud.

All in all, his new house was pretty damn awesome. And he couldn't wait to live there for years to come.

He quickly fell into a routine in his new home once he finished getting settled in. In the mornings, he woke up, brushed his teeth, showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, then went off to work at the garage. In the evenings after work, he got home, showered, pulled on some pajamas, ate dinner, stayed up to watch some TV or listen to his records for awhile, and finally went to bed.

He adjusted to living in his new home, and neighborhood, rather well. He had struck up a few friendly conversations with a woman who lived down the street and even found a pie on his doorstep the day he moved in, the baked housewarming gift accompanied by an unsigned note declaring 'Welcome to the neighbor!'

He already had a new favorite coffee shop that he usually stopped at before getting to work and he had even started looking into adopting a dog. It would have been perfect if it hadn't been for his neighbor's god damn chickens.

The first full day that Dean had spent in his new home was devoted to lugging all of his boxes of things into the house to start the long process of unpacking. While setting down a few boxes of clothes in his bedroom, he had taken a glance out of one of the bedroom windows, finding that he had a view into his neighbor's backyard.

His neighbor's house, and therefore his yard, was smaller than Dean's, more of a cottage than the farmhouse style of Dean's house. It was a deep blue with white trim and a brick chimney, only one story high which made it look even smaller in comparison.

Earlier, when he had pulled up to his house he had noticed a car parked in front of his neighbor's house, a 1978 Lincoln Continental Mark V in Jubilee gold. It immediately made Dean wonder if his new neighbor was a pimp.

Curiously peering into his neighbor's backyard, the first thing he had noticed was the large, light brown chicken coop surrounded by a bright, flourishing garden and a small grove of apple trees. A flock of hens, in a few different shades of brown, were mulling around the yard, pecking and preening in the warm sunshine.

He hadn't given it much thought, simply shrugging and carrying on with his task, assuming his neighbor either liked having a fresh supply of eggs or just had eccentric pets. He had been too busy unloading boxes from the back of Benny's pickup truck to think about chickens.

As it turned out, he really should have been worried about the damn chickens because at four o'clock sharp the next morning, three and a half hours before Dean had to get up to be at the garage in time to open at eight, he was startled awake by the caw of a rooster.

It was a long, trumpeting caw, too, as the rooster heralded the sun that had yet to rise. It went on long enough that Dean was certain the damn thing's lungs were going to collapse.

So surprised was Dean, who had been having a wonderful dream about Dr. Sexy and all the fun things he could do with the spurs on his cowboy boots, he had actually fallen out of bed. Muttering curses under his breath, he had stood up and stomped over to the window that overlooked his neighbor's backyard, promptly slamming it shut with a satisfyingly loud sound.

He had plopped back down on his bed and buried his face in his pillow with a groan. Fortunately, he was able to fall back asleep, assuring himself that it was an aberration and the chickens would be on their best behavior the next morning. They weren't.

The next morning, it happened again, the horrendous sound of a rooster rousing Dean from a deep sleep. He repeated his action from the previous morning, closing his window with a liberal amount of swearing before climbing back into bed.

The next morning, the cycle was repeated. Just as it was the next morning.

On the fifth morning, Dean had to close both of his windows, the rooster was so loud. When he could still hear the feathered fiend through the thick panes of glass, he clutched his pillow over his ears and let out a frustrated groan.

On the sixth morning, Dean wrenched open his bedroom window to scream right back at the rooster that had been ruining his peaceful life. But before he could utter one single curse, someone rushed out of the little house, a man in a baggy t-shirt and sweatpants.

Dean had narrowed his eyes as the man scooped up the offending rooster, a fluffy white one that immediately quieted once he was in the man's arms. He strained to hear what his neighbor was cooing, only picking up a snippet of soft murmurs in a gravelly voice, "Shhh... Shhh... We have neighbors, now. You cannot continue on like this."

The man, who had dark hair that was ridiculously disheveled Dean noted, gently rocked the chicken, swaying side to side like he was trying to soothe a crying baby. It was oddly endearing, how much his neighbor clearly cared about his chickens even if they were little assholes that crowed hours before dawn.

Dean wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry when he heard the man start singing as he held the rooster. Believe It Or Not had never sounded so serious, less lighthearted in the man's deep voice, but it still brought Dean back to afternoons as a kid watching the Greatest American Hero and Magnum PI.

Eventually, his neighbor set the chicken back down in the area enclosed by chicken wire, stroking his hand over the chicken's head and down its back. With a mumbled goodbye and what sounded like a muffled yawn, he turned and meandered back into his house, his face obscured by the hand he dragged over his face.

Shaking himself, Dean had returned to his bed, satisfied that the rooster wouldn't be making any more noise for at least a few hours. He fell back asleep thinking about a deep, raspy voice singing in his ear.

Unfortunately, the rooster did not listen to his owner's stern reprimand seeing as how the next morning it again woke Dean up prematurely. This time, Dean couldn't fall back asleep, thus giving birth to a new facet of his daily routine: waking up at four a.m. and drowning himself in a full pot of coffee to make sure he didn't fall asleep while working on an engine.

Things finally came to a head on Dean's first day off in months. He had plans to just laze around all day and do absolutely nothing other than eating, drinking a few beers, and catching up on the latest season of Dr. Sexy. Then, later, he had a date with that huge bathtub in his master bathroom and a pint of Ben and Jerry's.

Dr. Sexy was already queued up on Netflix and his favorite bathrobe was calling his name from where it hung on the back of his bedroom door. He had one of those fancy bath bombs that his friend Charlie had gotten him a while back that he was pretty eager to try and his freezer was stocked with three different Ben and Jerry's flavors.

He figured maybe he could text up Sam or Charlie to see what they were up to, just to keep in touch since he had been slacking in that department lately. Buying a house, running a business, and dealing with timely challenged roosters took a lot out of a guy.

Speaking of which, Dean's hopes for a stress-free day of rest and relaxation were all shot to hell when he was rudely awakened at four a.m. by the shrill cry of a rooster. Trying to maintain his optimism, Dean had slammed his windows shut and buried his head under his pillows that he held over his ears.

But it was no use. His neighbor's rooster proceeded to screech for nearly an hour straight with only brief periods of quiet that Dean used the rooster used to catch its breath before screaming again.

Finally, Dean had enough of the constant carrying on and decided to do something about it once and for all. He rolled out of bed and stomped downstairs right out the back door, completely ignoring the fact that he was only wearing an old t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

He marched over to the tall wooden fence that separated his backyard from his neighbor's but did nothing to mute the growing of the rooster. Peering over the top of the fence at the fluffy white rooster that was standing outside of the coop with its head thrown back, Dean growled, "Shut the hell up, damn it!"

Of course, at that exact moment, his neighbor rushed out of his own back door. He paused for a moment at the sight of Dean looking over the fence, giving him the chance to realize how unfairly hot his new neighbor was.

His narrowed eyes were an angelic blue, making Dean think of cloudless morning skies. His lips, pink and slightly chapped, were parted as he tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy.

His raven black hair was beyond disheveled, the worst case of bedhead Dean had ever seen and he had seen Sam first thing in the morning with his mane of hair all tousled. Stubble darkened his cheeks and jaw, thicker than five o'clock shadow as though he had not shaved in a few weeks.

He was wearing an oversized light blue button up and a pair of dark gray sweatpants but Dean could still see the definition in his arms and chest. It wasn't the kind that came with lifting weights in a gym, rather it was the kind that came from hours of hard work outside, building chicken coops or chopping firewood.

He was downright gorgeous. And he was hurrying over to open the gate to the fenced in area, scolding, "Cyrano!"

The sound of his voice, rough from sleep, seemed to rouse the other chickens as the moment he swung open the gate, a flock of chickens swarmed around his ankles. They pecked impatiently at his toes with indignant little clucks, flapping their wings a bit.

"I'll feed you in a minute," he hissed at them, bending over to gently push the gaggle of hens away with a light touch of his hand on their backsides. Straightening up as the other chickens went on their way, he jogged over to the coop, reaching up to pluck the fluffy white rooster off the roof.

He sighed heavily as the rooster quieted and settled in his arms. Squeezing his eyes shut, he mumbled, "We talked about this."

After stroking his hand down the rooster's back a few times, running his thumb over the back of its neck, he seemed to realize that Dean was still there. Raising his head, he looked back up at Dean, his eyes now wide as he apologized, "I'm so sorry. I've tried getting him to stop crowing so early but he's rather stubborn."

Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, taking a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose. He felt like an asshole. For god's sake, he just yelled at his neighbor's rooster right in front of him.

This was the guy who he would have to live next to for years, would have to see at the mailbox or over the top of their shared backyard fence in the summer. He couldn't afford to piss him off. The fact that his neighbor was ridiculously good-looking may or may not have made him feel even worse.

"Yeah, well I might've overreacted a bit," Dean admitted, dropping his hand in favor of resting his forearm on the top of the fence. Flashing what he hoped was a charming grin, he explained, "Just a little tired, y'know?—" the grin fell off his face as he pointed at the entrance of the chicken coop "—What the hell is that?!"

Emerging from the chicken coop was a huge mass of white, an ominously deep clucking accompanying it. After a few seconds of abject horror, Dean saw that the huge white creature was actually a chicken, the great beast flapping its wings a few times as it paced around outside the coop.

It was twice as big as the brown chickens and was rather intimidating with its broad chest and livid red wattle and comb. Its beak, a bright yellow. It had silver feathers that darkened to a pitch black around its neck and black tail feathers in stark contrast to its pristine white feathers.

It had feathers down the length of its legs which ended in four toes complete with sharp talons. Dean belatedly realized that the thunderous clucking was coming from the monster sized chicken.

Seemingly unfazed by the leviathan of a chicken prowling around his yard, Dean's neighbor just said, "Oh, that's Balthazar."

"Balthazar," Dean repeated incredulously, blinking a few times. Gesturing at the huge chicken, he asked, "You named your chicken Balthazar. Like the wise man?"

"No, of course not," his neighbor responded, shaking his head like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. "I named him after my brother."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean drawled, holding his hand up. "You have a brother named Balthazar?"

"Yes. It's a long story," the other man replied, absent-mindedly petting the chicken still in his arms. "If you're not busy, I could tell you about it. I think I owe you a beer or two for how much Cyrano has been tormenting you."

"Sure. Just lemme put some pants on," Dean agreed, laughing under his breath at the pure craziness that was his life. He paused as he turned, looking over his shoulder at his neighbor. "Uh, I never got your name."

A smile lifted the corners of the dark haired man's mouth. "I'm Castiel."

"Alrighty then, Cas, I'll be there in a sec," Dean promised, throwing in a wink for the hell of it. Maybe he would get to take that bath later, ideally with his hot neighbor.

He just hoped the chickens would stay quiet.

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STRESSED OUT

Request Anonymous: “Sebastian pulls his 6 year old step son out of school early to come visit the reader at her office job and they come when she is stressed out? Sorry if it's long but I love your stuff!”

A/N: I hope you don’t mind, but I changed it from Seb to Bucky, mainly because I don’t feel comfortable writing for actual people. Also, this turned-out way longer than I anticipated

Dad!Bucky x reader

Word count: 1772

Summary: Bucky and his step-son went to give the reader a surprise visit in the office, but things do not go as planned.

Warnings: stress?  idk(GIF not mine)

Bucky was being dragged down the streets of Manhattan, narrowly missing poles, cars, and other pedestrians.  You would think a super soldier would be able to contain a normal six-year-old.  Noah, your son, and Bucky’s step-son, was very excited to visit you at your office job downtown.  You worked at a huge bank as a financial advisor for none other than Tony Stark himself.

Noah was adorable.  Even though his step-father was a part of the Avenger team and his godfather/ pseudo-uncle was Captain America, he still thought you had the coolest job ever.  “You make sure Iron Man has enough money to make cool stuff!” he would always say.

“C’mon dad!” Noah urged, tugging on his bionic arm harder once your office building was in his sight.  Noah could not be any more excited for this mid-day visit. Bucky pulled him out of school early just so he could see you at your job!

 Noah and Bucky finally made it inside and the place was buzzing with activity.  Apparently, it was the busiest time of year, being tax season and all.

Noah rushed down the hall, still gripping Bucky’s hand, looking for the door that had your name plaque on it.  “Jeremy Bruning… Martha Willis…” Noah muttered to himself, reading the names on all the doors until he came across yours, “(Y/N) Barnes!  This is it, dad!”.

Peeking in and seeing you were buried in paperwork, Noah and Bucky cautiously walked in and quietly shut the door behind them before greeting you warmly.

“Hi mommy,” Noah whispered, careful not to startle you.  You didn’t even look up from your pile of papers.  Bucky then approached the desk, assuming you didn’t hear Noah.

“Hey darlin’, how are ya?” he asked.  You still didn’t answer.  “Mom?” Noah squeaked, going right up to the desk and peering over it to see you.  Finally, you looked up.

“Oh!  Hi boys!” you whispered, pushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, “Sorry I didn't see ya there, I’ve just been absolutely swamped with paperwork!”. Quickly, you hopped out of your swivel chair to give each of your boys a hug and kiss.

“So what brings you here?” you asked, smiling a bit.  You may have been smiling, but the bags under your eyes and poor posture suggested you were anything but cheerful.

“We came over to see if you’d be able to have lunch with us,” Bucky smiled, holding Noah’s hand as the kid bounced up and down excitedly.

You let out a huff of air as you mentally checked your schedule.  “Uhm… yeah, my lunch break starts in about ten minutes, so if you want to sit down and wait we could go to my usual spot,” you suggested, gesturing to the two chairs by the window.

 “And guess what?  We played baseball in gym class today and I scored a home run!” Noah cheered joyfully, taking a sip from his chocolate milk.  You smiled at him, very proud of his accomplishments.

“Well I’m very proud of you,” you smiled, taking another bite of your barely half-eaten salad.  You hadn’t gotten to eat much, with all the cheerful chatting and you constantly having to check your messages because of work.

“So how has your day been, mom?” Noah asked, eating another one of his fries.  You took a deep breath, debating whether or not to tell him how you were really feeling. “I’ve been very busy.  Today I-” your phone started violently buzzing in your pocket, “Oh, that’s my supervisor, hold on…”.

Answering the phone, you listened to your supervisor’s panicked voice on the other line.  “Oh shoot,” you cursed softly, censoring your language for Noah and hanging up the phone.  “I’m sorry guys, but I have to leave,” you sighed, gathering up your things, “but the reports for the Inaugural September Foundation Grant Tony issued last semester have come and those need to be sorted out ASAP,”.

As he watched you pack up, Noah looked very disappointed, “but you’ve only been here for twenty minutes,” he whimpered, “do you really have to go?” “I’m sorry baby, but this is important,” you whimpered back, giving him a kiss on the forehead and Bucky a kiss on the cheek, “but I’ll be home later this evening!  We can spend time together then,”.

 Apparently, “later that evening” meant eight at night, way past Noah's bedtime.  You stumbled into your apartment, kicking off your heels and dropping your thousand-pound purse by the door.  “Well, well, well, look who’s finally home,” Bucky tutted gently, opening his arms for you to fall into, which you gladly did.  “I’m sorry, the reports were just so long! I've been working on them all day and I've barely even made a dent in them…” you mumbled, letting Bucky carry you to the couch, “I’ll be working on then non-stop for at least a two weeks! And I still have tons Stark’s other financial reports to sort through and analyze! Ugh… It’s going to be a rough month…”

Bucky smiled sympathetically, pressing a loving kiss to the top of your head, “I’m sorry babe, that must be so stre-” your loud snoring interrupted him.  He looked down at your sleeping face and smiled, “.... all tuckered out” he chuckled.

He picked you up again, carrying you to the bedroom so he could get you changed into some comfortable clothes and into bed, hopefully, without waking you up.  Wanting you to be prepared for tomorrow, Bucky plugged your phone into your charger, packed you a lunch and set it in the fridge, and set out one of your suits for you to wear the next day.  “Goodnight doll,” he whispered, kissing your cheek and turning off the lights.

 The next night, you were able to come home earlier… but you had to bring work home with you.  You spent almost the whole night in the bedroom, sitting at your desk, doing paperwork and trying reports and records into the system.  You didn't even stop to eat!  The only time you got out of that seat was to read to Noah before bed.

“(Y/N) dear, it’s almost midnight, come to bed, get some sleep,” Bucky plead, seeing you hunched over your desk, hair frazzled and dark circles under your eyes that would make even a raccoon jealous.

“Just a few more minutes, Buck, then I’ll sleep,” you yawned, scrawling something down on the notepad in front of you. Thank God it was the weekend!  It would have been such a pain in the ass if you stayed up ‘til midnight, then had to get up at six to get to work.

 The alarm went off and Bucky stirred to smack the snooze button as hard as possible.  He rolled over but didn’t feel your warm body next to his, just cold, empty sheets.  “(Y/N)?” he groaned, sitting up.  And there he spotted you, asleep at your desk, drooling onto the blank page of your notepad.  “Oh, doll…” he sighed sadly.  Seeing you so exhausted broke his heart.  That was it, he was doing something about this.

 Once you had (sorta) woken up and eaten breakfast, Bucky had gotten you dressed and in the car faster than you could say “James, what are you doing?”.  He dropped Noah off at Steve’s house for the afternoon as he drove you to "the super special secret thing".  “Where are we going?” You asked groggily, still mostly asleep.  Bucky just smirked.

“We’re going to the spa,” he said smugly.  You perked up at the word.  “No…” you gasped in disbelief, “you’re joking,”.  His smirk just grew wider at your delighted reaction, “I’m afraid not, baby,” he smiled, turning into a parking garage, “you’ve been far too busy and stressed lately, you deserve a day off,”.

As Bucky took you into the spa place, the refreshing scent of mint hit your senses, immediately relaxing you a bit. Bucky walked you up to the front desk, getting the attention of the secretary.  “I want the best package deal for this lovely lady right here,” Bucky smiled, hugging you to his side, “mani-pedi, massage, and facial,”.

Once everything was set up, you were ushered towards a dressing room where you could change into a fluffy robe.  “You have fun doll, I’m going to get a few things set up for later, okay?” Bucky said, kissing you goodbye.  You didn’t have time to ask what he was up to before the spa hostesses were ushering you into the changing room.

 The day could not have been more relaxing. You got a nice manicure and pedicure, where, in the end, your nails were painted a pretty purple color; you had a one-hour oil massage and a miracle-working facial that miraculously got rid of your dark circles!

“You are the world’s best husband,” you sighed, falling into Bucky’s arms as he came to pick you up.  “I know,” he smirked, kissing you on the cheek and getting you back into the car.  You drove back to Steve’s place to pick Noah up and go to Bucky’s “super special secret thing... part two”.

 He drove you both down to the beach, parking the truck in the sand as he helped you and Noah out of your seats.  He went to the trunk and gathered up… picnic supplies! “You really are the greatest husband in the world,” you marveled taking the basket of food in your arms as Noah carried his pile of picture books.

For the rest of the day, you and your family sat on the beach, eating, reading, sunbathing, splashing around in the water, building sandcastles, chasing the gulls and sandpipers, and just generally unwinding from the stresses of the week.

As the sun was setting, Bucky held you in his lap, and you were holding Noah, who had fallen asleep, in your lap.  You watched as the sun finished its journey to the horizon and Bucky kissed your temple as he watched too.  “Thank you…” you said suddenly but quietly, leaning back into Bucky’s firm chest, “I would have probably gone insane if it wasn’t for you,”.  Bucky just smiled, resting his head on your shoulder, “anything for my gal,” he smiled, watching as the stars started peeking through the veil of the sky.

A/N: sorry if there are any random continuity errors, I wrote this at like, two AM and I was not very alert.

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A Whirlwind Romance Chapter 3

Chapter1  Chapter 2

A/N just real quick this chapter does have smut in it!

Every Saturday night the Harvelles had their patchwork family over for dinner, the family included Jo's parents, Ellen and Bill, Bobby and his adopted sons Dean and Sam, and recently it also included their friends Ash and Charlie. Ash worked at the Roadhouse doing Jo's old job as bartender and waiter, while Charlie worked as a mechanic with Bobby and Dean at Singer and Son Auto. So far Sam was the only family member not working at the garage or the bar, he had been the most ambitious of the kids and actually went to college, graduating with honors as a lawyer. He had recently moved back to their hometown and was working for a local law firm. He kept saying he was going to get an apartment, but for now he was sleeping on Deans couch.

Jo was helping her mother put dinner together before everyone arrived. As Jo was pulling the rolls out of the oven her phone began to ring playing I Will Always Love You By Whitney Houston. Her eyes widened, damn Crowley, she knew he had messed with her phone the night before while they were out to dinner, but she didn't realize he had changed his ring tone to the most embarrassing song in history. Jo made a dash for the phone where it was sitting on the kitchen counter, She picked it up but she could already see her mom watching her with wide eyes. Jo gave a nervous chuckle, “Never leave your friends alone with your phone, right?” she said to her mom before answering the phone.

“Oh my god, you prick,” she said as she answered the phone, the only response was Crowley laughing on the other end at her greeting, Jo sighed and walked into the dining room and away from her mom who was trying to pretend she wasn't listening.

“You didn't like my ring tone, sweetheart?” Crowley said smugly.

“No, it was terrible,” Jo laughed despite herself. “So whats up big Daddy?” she asked.

“Just wanted to see what you were doing, I'm bored, we should go out.” he replied.

“I would if I could, but at the moment I am getting ready to have family dinner. I've just been helping mom in the kitchen, but we should only go for a couple of hours, you want to meet after then?”

“Sounds good to me, any ideas of what to do?”

“I have no idea, I'll probably want to just veg out to be honest.”

“We could do that, how about you come to my place? We'll watch a movie.”

“Perfect, text me your address, I'll pick up some ice cream on the way, any flavor you like?”

“Anything is fine, get some mini m&ms too. If we're having junk food we might as well have the good stuff.”

Jo laughed, “No problem, I'll text you when I'm on my way. I think I just heard the door so everyone is probably here so I should go, I'll see you soon.”

“Alright, luv. See you soon, and if Robert is there give him a kiss from me.”

Jo snorted, “Yeah I'm sure he'll love that. Bye.” Jo hung up on Crowley as he was still laughing. She knew she had a dopey grin on her face as she looked down and the phone. She turned around to head back into the kitchen only to find her mother, father, and Dean standing in the doorway looking at her. “Are you kidding me? Don't you people have better things to do then listen to me on the phone?” She crossed her arms and frowned at all three of them.

“Why didn't you tell us you have a new boyfriend?” asked Bill gruffly.

“Yeah, you could have invited him to dinner tonight.” Said Ellen.

Jo laughed outright at that. “Oh sure, invite a guy I only met last week to dinner, with you vultures? No way.”  Jo pushed by them and went back into the kitchen.

“What's that suppose to mean?” asked her mother sounding cross.

“It means that every time I have brought someone over here to introduce you, you all have scarred him away. It's happened what, three times now? I'm not risking that this time.” replied Jo as she gathered up the dishes to take to the dinning room.

She pushed past the three of them again and started setting the table. Her father and Dean both slunk in the room to help her set up while her mother sent her a glare and went back into the kitchen to start pulling things out of the oven.

About an hour later everyone was sitting around the table, pleasantly full. There was a lull in the conversation and Jo had started to believe that her parents were going to let the matter go. She forgot about Dean.

“So, Jo has a new loooover,” sing songed Dean to the room. Everyone turned their eyes to Jo, she could feel herself turning red.

Jo shot a Dean a glare, “We are just friends, you asshat. Not that it's anyone's business.”

“Please, your phone played I Will Always Love You when he called.” replied Dean.

“That was his idea of a joke, and how do you know that, you weren't here when he called.” Snapped Jo.

“Your dad told me.” Dean snarked back.

Jo sent a glare at her dad was was looking at the ceiling, trying not to face his daughters death glare.

“All of you are a bunch of freaking gossips.” Jo turned her glare on the rest of the room.

“Honey, we're just curious about it, especially when you get all cagey and won't even tell us who this person is.” said her mother in her 'be reasonable' tone.

Jo rolled her eyes. “I met him last weekend, his car was broke down so I called Bobby to come get it. Turned out he was heading to the same knife show as me so I gave him a ride. I like him, so we've been talking and hanging out all this week...Happy?”

“Joanna Beth! No, I am not happy, you picked up some weirdo on the side of the road? How could you?” Ellen said angrily, her voice rising with each word, “We have been teaching you stranger danger since you were three, you would think it would have sunk in by now!”

Charlie had a pensive look on her face, “Last weekend, the only car we got in last weekend was that Mercedes.”

Jo looked away from her still fuming mother, “Yeah that's his. It's a pretty thing.”

“Pretty?” Deans eyes were wide, “That's an almost 200 thousand dollar car!”

Jo opened and closed her mouth a few times, “No shit?” she asked, “Huh, no wonder it's so nice inside.” she commented.

Bobby cleared his throat and everyone turned to look at him, “So you seeing him tonight?” he asked with a casual air.

“Yeah as soon as I'm done with this interrogation. He sends you a kiss by the way.” Jo grinned at the old man.

“You tell him to stop trying to kiss me, I ain't that kinda girl.” snarked Bobby. Jo just laughed as the rest of the table stared at Bobby like he'd grown a second head, “I have a book for him in my truck, when you go take it to him, tell him I expect a call in the next few days to talk about it.”

“No problem Bobby.” Jo smiled at him.

Ellen had a pissed look on her face, “So Bobby gets to meet him but your parents don't?” she asked is a pissy voice.

Jo sighed, “Mom, Bobby worked on his car, that's how they met. Whatever they have going on now has nothing to do with me.” she shot Bobby a wink.

“Ain't nothin' going on. We just like the same books is all. And he's a terrible flirt.” groused Bobby.

Jo nodded in agreement, “He is that!” Jo turned to look at her Ellen again, “Look for now he is just a friend, I'm hoping for more, but for now, that's all. And I'm sorry but after what happened with Gordon, I'm not in a rush to bring anyone over here to meet you people.” Everyone at the table except Ash and Charlie (who hadn't been part of the family at the time) looked ashamed of themselves when Jo mentioned Gordon.

“Anyway, I have places to be. Bobby is your truck open so I can grab that book?” Jo stood up from the table as she spoke.

“Yeah, kiddo, I didn't lock it.” He gave her smile.

“Great, I'll see you all later.” Jo walked out of the house, ignoring Ellen calling her name. She grabbed the old book out of Bobbies truck before getting into her own truck. She pulled out of the drive her tires squealing on the pavement. She gave a brief wave to her mom who was now standing on the porch with her arms crossed, looking upset. Any other time Jo might have knuckled under, stopped the truck and got back out to listen to her mom lecture her, but tonight she was tired of it. She knew the next time she saw her mom she would pay for it, but for now she just didn't want to deal with it.

She pulled out her phone to check the address for Crowley's place before she stopped at the first grocery store she came across to grab the junk food for movie night. She made it to Crowley's apartment building fairly easily. He was in one of the newer high rise buildings downtown. She found a parking spot and headed to the main door. There was a nice lobby and a set of elevators. She walked over to them and pressed the button. She got in and pressed the button for the top floor. Her stomach gave a lurch as the car started rising, she hated elevators.

She exited the elevator into a short hallway with just one door. She hefted the bag of groceries higher and walked to the door to knock. Crowley answered quickly, as soon as he saw her he smiled. She noticed right away that he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual suit and tie. It was a surprising change, but a good one. She smiled widely at him about to say something before she noticed that he did indeed have tattoos, she could see the edges below the sleeves of his t-shirt. Her eyebrows rose, she couldn't tell what they were from just the edges but they were colorful.

Crowley noticed her staring at his arms and laughed, “At least come in if you are just going to ogle me.” he joked.

Jo startled, “Oh, right, sorry.” she walked in the door he was now holding open for her, “Where do you want the snacks?” she asked.

He placed his hand in the small of her back and led her further into the room. It was an open floor plan, so they walked into the sparse living room which flowed into a very modern and sleek kitchen. Jo couldn't help but notice that there wasn't anything personal anywhere. It looked more like a hotel room then someones home. She unpacked the ice cream while Crowley watched. When she found the tube of mini M&Ms she tossed them at him. He caught them easily and started to open them.

“I've been wanting these all day.” he grinned at her, then proceeded to eat some of them.

“Happy to help.” she smiled back, then turned to put the ice cream in his freezer. “So what are we watching?” Once she was done she turned and walked back towards him.

“Horror movie?” asked Crowley as he walked over to the large sectional couch in the living room, in front of it, mounted between two windows, was a huge flat screen TV.

“Sure, I like horror.” Jo plopped down on the sofa next to him while he grabbed the remotes off the coffee table. There was some space between them as he got the TV set up on Netflix and started looking through the movie options.

“Old or new?”he asked.

“Lets go old, so we can make fun of it.” answered Jo as she relaxed further into the cushy couch.

“Wonderful.” he replied “ I love doing that.” He shot a grin at her.

“Oh, I would never have guessed.” she replied sarcastically.

He rolled his eyes at her and went back to searching through the movies, “How about Drag Me To Hell?”

“It's not that old, but sure, could be fun.” Jo kicked off her shoes and folder her legs under her.

Crowley started the movie and they proceeded to rip it to shreds as they watched. Both of them telling the characters what they should do then mocking them for their bad decisions. They both laughed at the end when the main character was dragged to hell despite trying the whole movie to get rid of her curse. After the movie they got up and ate ice cream in the kitchen while discussing what they thought would happen to the main girls boyfriend now that he had the cursed button. When they were done with the ice cream they sat back down on the couch with glasses of wine. This time they were pressed close together as they sat.

“Want to watch anything else?” Asked Crowley as he angled himself so he could look at her, their legs still pressed together.

“Meh, whatever.” Jo leaned her head on the back of the couch but turned to look at him. “Whatever you want.” she smiled softly at him.

“That is a dangerous thing to say.” he grinned at her, then flipped the TV to a music channel and turned the sound down low.

Jo smiled and scooted herself closer so they were pressed further together, “Ooo I like a bit of danger. Are you ever going to show me your tattoos?” she poked at his arm where she could see a glimpse of them under his shirt.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” he teased.

Jo chuckled “I would have to take off my pants to show you mine.”

Crowley raised his eyebrows,”You naughty girl. I would never have guessed.”

Jo outright laughed, “Mine is on my right leg and hip, goodness the dirty mind you must have.” She ran her hand from where it was on his sleeve up to his neck and gently brushed at his hair.

“Where are you planning for this to go?” he asked her suddenly seriously while looking into her eyes.

“Well, I did already ask you to marry me.” she grinned.

“That is true, we are practically engaged, aren't we luv?” he leaned further towards her.

“That should at least warrant a kiss, shouldn't it?” she murmured with her eyes already half closed.

“Definitely.” He took her glass of wine and set it on the end table with his then closed the gap between them to press his lips to hers.

She pressed closer and angled her head more, she could feel the rough scratch of his 5 o'clock shadow and couldn't help but let out a little moan, making her lips part. Crowley used this to his advantage and deepened the kiss. She felt his tongue press to her lips, so she opened for him. She reached her other arm up to wrap around his shoulders to bring them even closer. He leaned in more, so she allowed him to press her down to lay on the couch with him over her. They kissed deeply and pressed close to each other for several minutes before the broke apart to take several deep breaths, while gazing at one another. He leaned down and kissed the side of her mouth, then her cheek, then another just behind her ear, making his way down to leave kisses down the long column of her neck. She ran her hands through his hair, encouraging him with small pleased sounds in the back of her throat. She ran her hands down his back and tugged at his shirt.

Crowley chuckled, “You just want to see the tattoos don't you, sweetheart?” he said in a low voice next her her ear, his cheek pressed against hers.

Jo giggled and rubbed her cheek against his, liking the scruff. “You caught me, this is all a ruse to see your ink.” She could feel the rumble in his chest as he chuckled at her.

He leaned up and off of her, kneeling between her legs. He grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head one handed.  Jo sat up to run her hands over his lightly haired chest then up over his shoulders and down the colorful inked dragons that decorated his upper arms and shoulders.

Crowley raised his eyebrows at her, she just grinned back at him and leaned in to kiss him again. After a moment she pulled away again, “So, are we going to make out on this couch like teenagers, or are you going to take me to your bed, so I can show you my tattoo?” She gave him a flirty smile.

She laughed as Crowley practically jumped off the couch to stand, he reached a hand out for her to take. She put her hand in his and allowed him to lead her to his bedroom. The first thing she noticed was how huge the bed was, a California King, at least. The bedding was all crisp white, to the right side was a walk in closet that was open, she glanced a lot of suits inside. To the left was a set of french doors that led to a patio. The curtains were open and she could see the street lights in the distance.

As they reached the bed Crowley pulled her to him and kissed her again. He only pulled away to remove her shirt, then his lips where back on hers. She felt him unhook her bra and she gladly let that drop as well so she could push her bare chest to his as they kissed. She moaned as his chest hair scratched against her sensitive nipples. He groaned in response, then wrapped an arm around her waist to lift her and lay her down on the bed.

“Lets see if I can find this tattoo.” He grinned at her and unbuttoned her jeans then pulled them off and dropped them on the floor. He ran his hands up her legs from ankle to hip. She smirked at him then pulled her right leg over her left so he could get a clear look at the tattoo that was high up on her leg and hip.  In stark contrast to her pale skin was a black ink tattoo of  of an old fashioned pocket knife with a wooden handle (like the one she often carried with her he noted) behind it was a sprig of flowers in bloom.

“I've always meant to get it colored, but I haven't had the time.” She looked down at it as well.

Crowley ran his hand over the ink, it was just slightly larger than his hand. “It's beautiful as is, but I could see it in color as well.” he smiled at her, “I like it, it looks like your knife,”

Jo grinned, “I showed the artist that very knife and this is what he came up with. For a whole year now this has been my little secret, now you know too.”

Crowley scrunched up his eyebrows, “You didn't tell anyone you have a tattoo? Why?”

“Because I knew it would get back to my Mom if I told any of my friends or family, they are all horrible gossips.” Jo laughed. She moved her leg back down and sat up, Crowley's hand remained on her leg over the tattoo. She brought her hands up to the button of his pants and unbuttoned it. She grinned up at him and slowly lowered his zipper. Crowley was breathing harder and staring very intently at her. “It hardly seems fair that you're wearing pants and I'm not.” she said as she pushed his pants down, leaving him in only a pair of dark red boxers. She could see the outline of his hard cock through the fabric, as she ran her hand over it she couldn't help but be surprised and pleased with how big he was.

Crowley reached down and grabbed her hand, he pressed a kiss along the side of her hand before dropping it and crawling onto the bed with her. They both scooted around on the big bed until they were laying properly, Jo tugged him until he was on top of her pressing her into the bedding and kissing passionately. As they kissed they worked their underwear off so that nothing was separating them, as soon as her panties were gone Crowley had his thick fingers pressing into her wet center. She moaned into his mouth then pulled away to pant. He buried his face in her neck to lick and suck the soft skin there, leaving small marks. She could feel his heavy cock rubbing against her hip, she reached down and took a hold of him, letting her hand squeeze him then feel his length from root to tip.

“Where were you hiding this thing?” she asked breathless. She could feel him chuckle against her neck.

“You just weren't looking close enough,” he murmured into her ear, he curled his fingers inside of her and pressed his thumb to her clit.

“Oh, Fuck. Crowley.” she moaned as she orgasmed around his fingers. “Oh god, please want you in me.” she begged as she squirmed around and clenched her inner muscles around his fingers.

“Anything you want, luv.” he kissed her mouth, then pulled his fingers out of her so he could lean over to his night stand for a condom.

Jo ran her hands over whatever part of him she could reach while whispering for him to hurry.  He ripped the condom open with his teeth and rolled it on with shaking hands. He leaned back over her, grabbing the back of her left knee to pull her leg up higher, and slid into her with one stroke. Jo threw her head back and moaned as he filled her up. Crowley leaned down to kiss her, pressing her knee towards her chest. Jo wrapped one arm around his neck to encourage the passionate kissing and ran her other hand over his back, her nails scratching lightly. She wrapped her free leg around his waist and squeezed her inner muscles around him to encourage him to move.

Crowley pulled away from her mouth and cursed at the feeling of her clenching him tight. He started to thrust shallowly into her, grinding his hips after each thrust. Jo was panting and moaning and encouraging him any way she could. After a few minutes of this slow torturous fucking Jo couldn't take any more, “Please, please just fuck me?” she moaned into his ear before biting at the soft skin below his ear. She could feel him grin against her neck before he pulled back to look at her.

“As you wish.” his voice was wrecked, and even deeper than usual. She moaned at the sound of it, then let out a half shout as he thrust hard into her.

“Yes!” she gasped out and pushed back against him. The room was filled with the sound of flesh hitting flesh and moans as they ravaged each other. Jo's nails scratched his back as she arched and came again while calling out his name. As he felt her clamp down on him he shuttered and moaned her name into her neck as he came. They laid there and panted for a minute. Jo realized she had clamped her hand in his hair, she released it and proceeded to pet his hair as they caught their breath. He moaned happily and snuggled further into her neck, making her giggle as his breath tickled her.

After some time passed he sighed and leaned up to pull out of her so he could clean up. She watched him walk into the bathroom before willing herself to move so she could get under the blankets. Just as he came back she had settled under the cool cotton sheets. He grinned at her and joined her in bed. He wrapped her in his arms and they fell asleep together for the first time.

A/N You can find this on my AO3 as well!