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Young And Beautiful - Bucky Barnes

Summary - Bucky Barnes is about to head off to war but not without leaving a goodbye note to Y/N.

Warnings - Fluff, super light angst. It’s a double whammy. This isn’t my best.

A/N - I know no one reads these or cares about these but I’m gonna be switching between Lana and Taylor gifs just because those are my loves and it’s super easy to find gifs that match my writing with them.

It was hot at nine O’clock that night - it should have been no surprise, it was the middle of July but it was a rarity the weather ever stayed so warm and for so long. The stars were out shining as bright in the sky as ever, the grass was soft underneath them and the music back in the bar was joyful...

For Y/N Y/L/N, a girl who had thought she had seen the world and conquered all there was to do, it wasn’t until that night that she felt more alive than ever.

And for Bucky Barnes, a man who had lived a life without riches and glamour and stayed near his home all his life, felt all the lights that were around him that night burst into golden sparklers.

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Bucky had taken Y/N out of the city for just one night, although he would have taken her out of the city with him for life if he would of been allowed. He had taken her to the show one of his friends was playing in a bar on the edge of town. Bucky, he could afford it, but if he had more money he would have taken Y/N to one of those places her father took her mother every Friday evening.

The music his friend played was enjoyable, a real couple of songs you could rock back and forth too and swing yourself around with your partner too. Bucky spun Y/N in and out of his arms, dipped her with his hand on her back, made her dance and laugh so joyously. Her hair flowed so freely behind her, her head fell back as the uncontrollable laughter came out of her pink-lipped mouth, she learnt against Bucky to support her small body when her feet begun to ache.

Her prettiness was caught under the light of the bar and caught the necklace around her neck, both of them glowing made her look as if she was sent from heaven - the paleness of the jewels glittering, the pinkness of her delicate lips, the Y/H/C of her hair like a halo around her head. But it was also her soul that came to show all of its prettiness too, the electricity of it and the gentleness, Bucky found himself melting like a pot of silver with her in his arms. Silver was the right word for Y/N was the gold and nobody could try to be as golden as her, much like pretty fit her much more than beautiful because pretty was young and sweet and fair like herself.

Bucky could look into her eyes and remember the more wild days when she was a younger lady and he was a little boy, they were too crazy to be tamed by anyone. Surely they would have been that way forever if they could have, Bucky adored how much Y/N adored the way he’d play with her like the child she was, never as if she was another boy though, Y/N was always a young lady. In that moment though, Bucky didn’t see anything more than that little girl, Y/N still was his little lady not matter how much he had changed since those days.

“I’m going to join the fight tomorrow” Bucky said. Something Y/N already knew but he wanted to tell her again.

“Are you telling me or telling yourself?” Y/N replied.

“I’m telling you, I get scared that you get too comfortable in my arms”.

“I’ll find a way, I found a way to live before you”.

Bucky nudged her in the shoulder with his arm like he used too but with more thought to be gentle.

“You used to hit me harder than that” Y/N laughed.

“You gotta be quiet, you make it sound like I hurt you”.

“No, no one will think that, don’t worry” .

They quitened between themselves. Her joking words echoed in his mind but she would find someone else to move on with and carry on living with, it would not be with him though and Bucky knew that.

“Y’know when I come back I’m not gonna look this good” Bucky smiled down at her.

“If you come back” Y/N said.

“Really I don’t think you love me at the best of times”.

“Bucky” She muttered, “I will still love you when you are nothing more than your aching heart, until my last day here, the last day I see the sun rise and the last night I watch the moon up in the sky”.

Bucky held her tighter and squeezed her soft hands, “Come with me”.

The place he took her then stood behind the bar, alone, in the dark. Although there was no sunlight anymore, the moon provided dimness that Y/N could still see Bucky’s face through. She knew where he was going to bring her when the grass fell under her feet and she felt in her legs that she was going up towards the top of a hill.

“Lay down” Bucky spoke when the ground flattened. He lowered Y/N down to lay her back on the grass so she could see the sky from where he laid.

She felt the presence of his body beside her then moved more to her right to feel his body against her own. He was strong but so gentle, so graceful with the way he treated her, the way he lowered her down with his hand on the small of her back and the other under her forearm, then the way his fingers twiddled with the end of her dress with nothing more than innocence.

All that Y/N wished for then was that Bucky would come back alive to her and they wouldn’t have to think about any war any day on from then but if Bucky wasn’t to...come back alive...she wished that when she died, the Lord would be as generous as too let her be with him again.

“I liked how you know I wanted to come here” Y/N spoke.

“I’m a good man, there’s nothing else to say” Bucky doted upon himself.

“Hopefully...” Y/N hesitated before continuing, “An even better soldier”.

Bucky’s smile shone brighter that night than any other for Y/N so it would be tattooed in her mind for when he wasn’t there. Then, when he looked into her eyes for only a couple of seconds, he saw her for who she used to be, who he was on that hill with and the woman she would be in her elderly days. She grew to fit the description of beautiful, her smile had been worn and became motherly, the lines by her eyes looked like a crow’s claw, her fragrance had exchanged its sweetness with a mature floral essence. The times had changed but she still wore dresses and her makeup the same, she lived in the same city but a different home with two children and a husband who hadn’t been hardened by any cruel world like Y/N had or Bucky had for that matter.

Bucky couldn’t see himself in her eyes, he assumed he was still fighting the lonely war or waiting to see her again in his own corner of the world, there were no children or no wife for him, times had not changed like they had for Y/N. Bucky thought that there would be no war that could last as long as the days he would wait for Y/N to appear again once he left, he’d wait to see her whilst he was shooting soldiers down and he’d wait after he had fought, he’d wait when he came back home and sat in his chair - if he was lucky enough to get the chance. If he wasn’t so lucky to live, he’d wait for her at the gates because he knew he still would love her.

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National Anthem - Steve Rogers

Summary - Everyone spends Fourth of July weekend at Tony’s home in the Hamptons, Mr America himself is there to celebrate his birthday too.

Author’s Note - I don’t actually think Steve’s birthday is on the Fourth of July but I could not resist this opportunity.

Warnings - Fluff/Alluding to smut. 

Fourth of July was celebrated by all of the Avengers at Tony’s home in the Hamptons for the independece of America but for Mr America’s birthday too.

For the weekend, Tony Stark’s driveway would be taken over by the fast cars of his friends and family and his house would be full of people talking and dancing with each other. It was always a rather larger ordeal at one of the three Stark homes (It normally was on a rotation, where the party would be held each year). There would be the endless music and the ever-flowing bottles of champagne, then the firework display which was to die for as always. On any one of Tony Stark’s Fourth of July weekends, his neighbours would think that he was The Great Gatsby. 

Some of the cars had already arrived by five O’clock in the driveway like they would annually with three spaces spare, one of them for Steve Rogers who had driven from Brooklyn with his sweet, little Y/N sat next to him in the sleek, black Audi. Bucky Barnes was in the car behind them, following Steve’s directions to the address, he and Natasha, who sat in the passenger seat with her hand on his thigh, were coming together this year for the first time.

                                                         ***

The front windows were down and the wind was through Y/N’s hair, pushing some of it out of her face sparing some of the tight curls to blow over her forehead and her Y/E/C eyes that were so electrified by her red lips. Her dress had no wrinkles in it, fit for every curve on her body and sewn with the shade of blue that made her look so gorgeous, as Steve thought.

That morning whilst they were getting ready after their quick birthday rendezvous, she could not stop staring at him. It was like every morning when they woke that Y/N admired how handsome her man was and doted on him but that day, it must have been his extra birthday glow that was making her feel hot.

Before Steve Rogers came along, Y/N was astray from what she needed. She was on a rampage of wining and dining every night with nobody to do it with and no reason to do it at all, her excessive buying of things she used but never needed was some nights it was collateral damage.Other nights, she would be driving with nowhere to go in mind after finishing a bottle of wine to herself. When one leads such a reckless life, she was bound to meet bad people who fed her bad habits but the lines were blurred between the real and the fake so it needn’t matter to Y/N. Before Steve came along, in quite the damsel in distress manner. He pulled her out of all of that and held her up until she could stand for herself and in the process, whether he realised it or not, he fell in love with her and kept her safe in his bell tower for the years that followed until now. Quite the old love story.

Though even Steve Rogers had had his bad habit of running through dates and abandoning them when the women wanted a second date, it was just a cycle that he could not find a way to break, other than to carry on living alone until his time came to enter the pearly white gates. 

There was no dates with Y/N until they were together and even then there had been no spoken confirmation of their togetherness, they were just together and grew to love each other quickly; they were holding each other ransom as Bucky Barnes often thought but that did not mean it was awful, he saw that now that the two had found what they had dreamed of finding, they over-dosed themselves on every emotion they could feel with each other, the love, the rage, the sex, the times of tiredness. The love was no surprise to Bucky, Steve was the type that even if he did not like the girl, he would at least romance them and he liked Y/N a lot.

When they parked in front of Tony’s house, Steve held Y/N’s hand tightly so her heels did not give under her feet along the cobblestone and stopped and stood in front of her when she needed to adjust her dress before walking in to the house - which’s doors was wide open for all and any guests.

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To say that the energy of summer was in all guests would be a lie, there were a couple of guests that Steve and Y/N were briefly familiar with that looked like they were at a business meeting, trying to impress the boss in the top of the tower instead of at a party. For the rest of the party guests that Y/N and Steve knew however, summer was in the air and all around them, they were jovial with their drinks in their hands and talking with their friends and dancing. In a few corners of the room, there were their colleagues making sure to socialise and have themselves a little fun whilst they could. 

“Steve, sweet Y/N!” Tony opened his arms to them and hugged Y/N, “Drinks are over there and you know everything else”. 

Steve thanked Tony and walked with Y/N over to the bar with his hand on her lower back. 

“Oh, going with the red wine?” Steve teased.

“You’ve never known me to drink white” Y/N replied.

“You only drink white when you’re nervous” He said.  

“I’d be drinking white wine all day if it was when I was nervous. It’s if I’m with my parents I drink white” Y/N told him.

“So I was right then? When you’re nervous”.

After they replenished themselves on wine, Steve brought Y/N over to Bucky and Natasha who were sticking to themselves; their love story was different in every way to Steve and Y/N’s but when they all went out together, there were never problems with finding something they all wanted to do or something to talk about.

So as the four of them walked around the party together, Steve and Bucky cracked jokes about the guests that they knew secret things about and Natasha reminded them that they’re meant to be the good people in the room, Y/N was amused on the comments they made but told Steve that Natasha was right. 

“Why don’t you two go dance? That used to be your past-time right?” Natasha laughed. 

“There’s a reason it’s called a past-time, Steve might though?” Bucky squeezed her shoulder.

“I’ll stick to my normal pace” Steve spoke. 

The music playing on the stereo that cut out then and there was a crackling in the speakers then a voice, “All Americans, please direct yourselves out to the backyard for our wondrous firework display directed by the lovely Pepper Potts” Of course, it was Tony stood at the top of the staircase clinking his glass.

“And Russians” Natasha yelled up at him. 

“And Asgardians” From another corner of the room. 

“Get out in the backyard” Tony said into the microphone. 

The double doors into the backyard were opened and whoever was standing closest to them exited out first then the people closest to the front door were out on the grass last. The backyard seemed endless and whoever the Stark’s gardener was, was probably kept busy all day - the grass was trimmed in neat rows and vibrant and the sea was below with a few people in it celebrating in their own way. Steve imagined how nice it would be on a Sunday morning to sit out there with Y/N and listen to the waves once they both were retired and done with the worst of the world, maybe with another dog or a few kids too.

***

Steve stood behind Y/N in the middle of the crowd and held her against him with his arm tucked around her waist so she wouldn’t get bashed around by all of the people, she lent her head against his chest and kissed over his shoulder. 

“How much do you want to bet that they’ll be red, white and blue?” Steve asked. 

“I don’t know if I want to take that bet because I already know” Y/N laughed at him. Steve didn’t know how she knew but he was defeated already, he wanted a fair bet with a fair price. 

“I thought I could pull you into a bit of fun”.

“When do you not?”. 

When the fireworks went off, they fizzed up into the sky and exploded into a dazzling array of red, silver and blue. They went up in all different shapes and exploded in all different mesmerising ways, they lasted for the best part of an hour. And to even further convey the spirit of Fourth of July, Tony had the National Anthem playing through the speakers whilst the display lasted which had made Natasha mutter something about hating him. 

Steve was humming along to the anthem against the back of Y/N’s neck, rubbing over her hips with the backs of his hands.

“Do you mind coming with me afterwards?” Steve muttered. 

“This is your birthday, Mr America” Y/N looked back at him. His eyes got more blue the longer she looked at them, she could see the fireworks going off in the reflection of them and enjoyed how she felt with his eyes on her. His eyes lowered over her figure and the smile on his face grew.

“You’ll enjoy it” Steve promised and squeezed his arm around her wist. He gave her a kiss then watched the last fizz of fireworks.

***

It was nearing dark outside and the temperature was dropping slowly but surely, some of the guests with kids or pets to tend too or work the next morning had started to say their goodbyes but not many had left, they wouldn’t start to leave until later in the evening. Especially Bruce and Thor who had made a bet with Tony earlier that week saying that they could easily be Iron Man for the day, they had lost, so in return, had to stay behind to tidy up the bar (The messiest part of the home after one of Tony’s Fourth of July parties).

The other Avengers had had their own plans to be concerned with; Clint was heading back to be with the family, Wanda and Vision were back to their apartment to catch their favourite television programme, Bucky and Nat were leaving at ten, Sam was hanging out till Bucky left because he was his ride and Peter had left already. Steve and Y/N were staying around until ten then they had to leave to get back to the dogs in time. Everyone else was scattered. 

Steve and Y/N came into the house when everyone else started too, they agreed the fireworks were as good as last years but wondered if Tony was ever going too change them, Y/N said he should change them so that it’s just Steve’s face, that would be amusing and she was sure that she could twist Tony’s arm enough for him to do it in time for next year.

“Where was it you wanted me to come with you?” Y/N asked with her chin on Steve’s shoulder.

“Just a moment, sweetheart”, he leaned over to Bucky and whispered a few words in his ear that made him have to stifle a laugh. 

Natasha eyed Y/N to see if she had any idea to what they were talking about but Y/N had no idea. 

“This is the price we pay for dating best friends” Y/N mouthed to her and rolled her eyes. Natasha tipped her head towards her friend and her lips curved into a mischief-ridden smile. The both of them tried to listen in on what Bucky and Steve were saying.

They didn’t hear anything before Steve was finished whispering but they caught what was said afterwards. 

“You’ll still be here when we get back?” Steve asked.

“Don’t worry about that, by the time your finished, I’ll still have the same drink in my hand” Bucky laughed. 

“I’m sure Nat could say the same about you, Buck. We’ll be back later”.

He squeezed Y/N’s hand and told her to come with him, he was leading them up the staircase of Tony’s house and through one of the doors along the hallway. 

The room was dim with the curtains open but the sun setting, it was a large bedroom with a television, a freshly-made bed against one of the walls, it had the serenity in it’s silence that made you feel as if you had just walked into another part of the world.  

“Well I can finally lay down” Y/N turned on her feet to face Steve. 

“Too tired?” He asked. 

“Oh, I’d love to see you walk in heels all day”. 

“Yeah?”. 

Steve put his lips on hers and kissed her, it felt like they were in their own romance movie but better than that because it was real and Steve was so sweet and gentle with her. It was even dangerous, the way it was when Steve kissed her, she would have done anything he asked in that moment, she could have stood in the way of her worst fears because it was like falling into a pit of gold. 

Y/N kicked off her heels and pulled Steve by the collar of his button up shirt, over to the bed.

“Tell me how much you want me Steve” Y/N muttered. 

“You already know” He muttered back. 

He took Y/N’s hands off his shirt and made her sit down on the edge of the bed, “Well, lay down then”. 

Y/N looked up at him for a moment, waiting for him to say something more or do something, he looked back down at her and waited. She laid her back against the duvet and buttoned down the first three buttons of her dress.

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How You Get The Girl - Laurie Laurence

Summary - Laurie arrives home after spending his last month in France and rushes to the place of his hearts content in the rain.

Warnings - Fluff.

The day brought little warmth for the clouds in the pale sky did not allow the sun to peak through and the rain had started to drizzle in the early afternoon, it had not been a surprise when the weather was not pleasant, November never brought warm days and rarely allowed the flowers to flourish in the March garden. The horrible weather, it had shortened all of the March girl’s day besides Jo’s who was prepared to go out under any weather circumstances as long as she brought a hat with her and didn’t stay out too long to catch a cold and although not among the March girls and only a close friend of the sisters, Y/N’s day had too been shortened when her mother had made the ungodly decision to keep her in for the day instead of allow her to proceed to her plans with Jo March.

The two girls were going to go and sit behind the mountain, on the edge of the little river and conjur up tales for Jo’s stories and then thread the daisies planted in the grass for Beth at home to say thank you for running into town when both of them were busy with work. It would have been a lovely day and perhaps Laurie would have come and found them as he was meant to be returning from France after her had been gone for there for the entire month, undoubtedly he would have been lonely and would need some livening up by some of his favourite girls.

But Y/N Y/L/N, instead, sat by her chair in the window for the afternoon as the rain got heavier and heavier and read quietly to herself as her mother sat in the other corner of the room with a sour look upon her face, knitting with elegant and slender fingers. She would have usually enjoyed being buried in her books for the whole day but when there was no work to be done or she had different plans, reading seemed like a chore to pass the hours until dinner then bed.

She held her hand shut over her mouth and her shoulders came up to her ears as a figure appeared on the other side of the glass window, distracting her from her wonderous book, but Y/N knew better than to make such a sound when her mother was in so deep with her knitting.

Laurie stood tapping on the glass with the back of his hand with a pale complexion and soaked through with rain clothes. 

Y/N hurried over to the door with a giddiness about herself and on the other side, Laurie followed her way. She opened it and gasped at his wet curls sticking across his forehead, the sheerness of his shirt underneath his damp coat, he was shaking from the coldness of the day. 

“You must have been raised a mad man, Laurie Laurence” Y/N stepped out of her home and closed the door behind her for there was no letting him in with her mother behind them. 

“I had to have come to see you otherwise what would my return have been?” Laurie grinned at the young lady before him. Y/N embraced him with a fondness whilst there was no one else to be seen. 

“Oh, it’s been so long, Laurie” Y/N felt as if weeping as she had done in his absence for the first two weeks he was gone and then their exchange in letters was enough to get her through the weeks until he would return home, “I do not know how I had not lost my mind without you here”. 

“Tell me everything” Laurie pleaded. 

“I cannot right now my dear boy, my mother is in the house and she has never been so approving of me associating with boys, even as a fine, young, gentleman such as you are” Y/N fussed. 

“Well come over to my house then where we will have the rest of the afternoon to ourselves” He spoke and with that, Laurie hurried Y/N back into her home to grab her coat, going red in the face and having to cover his mouth with his hand as he admired Y/N’s wrongful ability to sneak around her mother so well.

They walked arm in and arm over the first half of the field and caught up with one another with discussion of Laurie’s adventures in France and how he had sworn life was not quite as joyful without the little women and Y/N by his side and Y/N told Laurie of all the wonderful designs that had sprung upon her for her menswear clothing line that someday she hoped to sew together. She promised that when her first and most important, statement piece was complete, that Laurie would be the first to have it.

When they were on the other side of the hill, close to the March house, they ran behind the tree and stayed there for a while giggling amongst themselves and keeping watch that none of the girls were about and then they chased each other to the Laurence House.

The house was as it always had been even before Laurie had left and in her usual manner, when they entered into the main lounge room with all of Amy’s favourite paintings, Y/N fell into her corner of the sofa in the centre of the room with a deflated sigh of relief and the back of her hand on her forehead.

“I don’t think I ever want you to go without me again, Laurie” Y/N grumbled.

“I am sorry, I was too afraid to ask. I did not think you would want to come with me”.

“Nonesense, we hardly ever stop taking about it, don’t we?”.

“I apologise but I’m sure that I can put back together your heart with my gift”.

Y/N jumped to her feet from the sofa as Laurie held a book in his hands, she had already started to scold Laurie for his thoughtfulness and chivalry; she had asked him to bring back something small but something he didn’t have to buy with his money.

The book in his hands was plentiful of sketches of which Amy March had drawn of her two close friends and taped onto seperate pages in between, were tokens from different days they had spent together.

“Is this by your hand?” Y/N asked.

“The book, I had to buy but the sketches are those that Amy promised me in return for a few car rides and the tokens are what I have kept” Laurie blushed. He pointed to a wilted lavender flower from when they had spent the afternoon picking at the flowers that grew along the bank of the river. On the page besides that token was a sketch Amy had drawn in a rapid urge to capture the moment from Y/N’s birthday when she had kindly given Laurie her fourth kiss on his cheek. The first time she had kissed Laurie had been her first time kissing anyone besides her mother and the girls and from then she gave them rarely to him only in spurs or when it was only them.

Laurie pointed to the next page Y/N flipped onto, a letter he stuck in from Y/N. She recognised it to be the first one she had sent, a rather angry one demanding an explanation for where he had vanished too and why he had abandoned her without any inclatation to tell her before. There was a blank page on the next page where Laurie had written in his straggerly writing, ‘for my explanation’.

“Oh, I’ll have to make sure to go and get it for you tomorrow, it’ll be so sweet. Thank you, my dear boy” Y/N beamed from cheek to cheek and embraced him, pulling him close to her chest.

“It is yours to keep” Laurie beamed from cheek to cheek himself and let Y/N keep the book close on her.

“And I shall cherish it for the rest of my time here on this Earth” Then as she always did, no matter the many times she had seen the lounge room that they stood in, she wandered around it, inspecting every wall with curiosity.

Out of the fallen silence then, “Y/N, I want you to marry me. Say you will and if you haven’t the answer now, I will wait for ever and ever until you do.” Laurie spoke.

“I beg your pardon?” Y/N asked, flabbergasted but with a grin.

“I want to be man and wife with you, for worse or for better” He poured out his heart’s yearnings.

“Is this how you will get the girl you claim to love so much?” She asked.

“Say you will marry me, Y/N, I want you too cherish and too love if you will allow me too. Just say you will marry me and if not now, soon.” Laurie had spoken.

“We are still so young. I don’t think either you or I know what we want”.

“That’s how we work Y/N! Please...marry me”.

Y/N turned towards him with water brimming behind her eyes but she did not cry for this was such a time that she only ever wanted to happen once, she would not spoil it with silly tears.

“Well, Laurie Laurence, I suppose I have no other choice to and I simply do love you” Y/N ran to him - with the book tucked behind her crossed arms - and when she stopped in front of Laurie, he braced his arms around her and she was pulled up against him. Her feet off the ground.

“I ask nothing else of you other than you kiss me, please” Laurie pleaded then felt the soft kiss of his wife’s lips against his own, if he could he would have her lips on his the whole of the day but that would not be appropriate in many situations.

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Love My Way - Beverly Marsh

Summary - Where is a better place to dance than Italy?

Warnings - Fluff.

Italy was everything they wanted it to be, the gorgeous views, the rich colours, the blues of the sea and the blues in the sky, the enriching weather on their tanned skin. For the entirety of the week Beverly and Y/N had been staying in their villa they had spent their days walking along the cobblestone pathed Streets, past the flowers still flourishing with their bright colours, down to the sea and jumping in from the rocks. They’d swim for hours then walk along the seafront where all of the restaurants were setting up for the day and sit down for an ice cream and an espresso. It was heaven.

On some of their seven days in Italy they would take their bikes and bike along the pavements, nurturing the breeze they got through their clothes when they picked up a speed. On most days their adventures would lead them to a hidden pool of water, a rolling hill where they sat and read to each other, a small market where they bought trinkets to take back home with them and keep a piece of their Italy always with them.

It was a holiday just for the two of them to be alone and with each other, away from everyone else. They knew nobody where they stayed, knew not where the pavements and alleyways were going to take them until the last three days of their trip but learned bits and pieces of their language, their ways of dealing with life as it came, how they loved in paradise, Italy.

It was the day before they were bound to go back to Chicago - a Saturday - the weather was how they had learnt it to be and their activities during the day consisted of what they had been doing all along; a bike ride, a swim in the sea, ice cream, a couple of beers then to bike back and lay in the garden.

They shared a villa with a couple who had been married for three decades, their gardener and the married couple’s two children, all of whom they made their acquaintances over the evenings they spent indoors watching the television, outdoors by the pool, listening to their classical music records or around the dinner table.

When Beverly and Y/N pedalled back to the villa that Saturday, they gathered around the dinner table under the pear tree and sat opposite each other. A sibling each to the side of them, the gardener at his own table, their parents at each end of the table.

“Ciao, come va?” Y/N smiled.

The mother held her hand outwards towards the plates of food and told them to help themselves.

“Vegetariana o prosciutto panino, Y/N” The eldest child asked, holding out the two plates of sandwiches.

“Vegetrariana per me, Grazie” Y/N took one of the sandwiches with cucumbers, tomatoes and lettuce in them and bit into it.

“Beverly?” She held out the plate to the other side of the table, opposite Y/N.

“Prosciutto, per favore bellissima” Beverly took one of the ham sandwiches and put it onto her plate.

After the dinner, when the plates had been taken away and the food had been cleared, one of the man and woman’s children offered Y/N and Beverly if they wanted to come with them to dance and have a drink with some of their friends down near the beach. They insisted that they always went there on nights like these in the summers and that it was always a lot of fun, their friends and them went swimming afterwards and found something else to do after that. The young girl was sure that her and her brother’s friends would get along well with them and they’d blend right in with their young drinking, dancing and smoking antics.

So when the sun dissapeared from the sky and the stars begun to shine with all their brightness above the deep sea that night, Beverly Marsh and Y/N Y/L/N were closing the villa door behind them and running down the cobble stoned streets, their laughter rich and loud floating up into the humid air. They spun and tumbled and danced and skipped down to the beach with their new friends, there were tavernas they stopped at for drinks before they got to the main party and with every drink, the more laughable the evening got. Their laughter probably woke up the whole strada. 

There were lightbulbs strung across in the near distance, weaving, from one wooden pole to the other, leading Beverly and Y/N and their new friends to the rest of their evening. Maria, one of the girls who the sister had met through the same party last summer, had burst out into a fit of giggles and said how the lightbulbs looked like they were floating. The group paused to nurse their laughter but continued to head down and soon found a table when they reached the beach front, it was the only empty table there and some of the girls and boys had to pile up on each other’s laps to fit.

“Let’s Dance!” Luca, the Brother, held up one of the girls hand and pulled her onto the dance floor. Only shortly after their arrival.

“We’ll get drinks” Maria stood up and was going to take her friend who sat on her lap up to the taverna with her.

“It’s bene, we’ll go” Beverly grinned and pulled Y/N up with her, “beve?” She asked.

“Uhh, birra per tutti, una caffè per me, grazie” Maria asked and waved them away with a grin on her rouged lips.

Beverly and Y/N stood at the bar and waited to order their and their friend’s drinks, a lot of them were mixed in with the crowd dancing now but two were still sat at the table talking with each other and finishing off their cigarettes. They would start dancing soon too though.

“You’ve picked it up quick” Y/N grinned at her bellissima amore.

“It’s beautiful” Beverly twirled Y/N’s Y/H/C curls around her finger then pushed them behind her ear.

“We’re not going back to Chicago” Y/N giggled, she was shaking her head and sipping her beer through a straw. It was colder than they served in the sweaty bars back home and tasted sweeter, richer.

“Maybe” Beverly hummed. She leant in and kissed Y/N on her lips then her cheek.

When all of their drinks came they took them back to the table and their friends emerged through the crowd of bodies, Y/N set down Maria’s espresso in front of her and blew her a kiss

“Grazie, Bella” She put her hand over Y/N’s.

Beverly walked around and wrapped her arms around the both of them, ran her fingers through both of their hair then down their backs. They laughed and ran towards the dance floor.

Beverly and Y/N entwined their hands with Maria’s and twisted and jumped around to the music, their bodies jived and waved gracefully under the power of the electric disco and became loose. The smiles on their faces were the brightest that evening underneath the moon, their hair tangled and came to life as it followed the free movement of their bodies, their dresses swayed and flourished as they twirled and shouted. All at their table joined them eventually, their drinks were brought back and forth but none of them truly left the dance floor for longer than a minute.

It was the next morning when the sun was rising, an orange and purple colour-wash over the sky, when they ran down to the sea and buried their clothes in the sand. They dived and swam with each other until Italy woke up.

La mattina scintillava.

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Believer - Bill Denbrough

Warnings - Almost smut, alluding. I am not sexualising children, this is imagined to be their adult counterparts.

Summary - Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N have both been scarred and pained.

Bill Denbrough and Y/N Y/L/N laid in the living room, on the sofa, of the house that she had grown up in as a child in Derry, it had been long abandoned since her parents moved away to Atlanta and took her with them and nobody had dared to live there since a kid named Jerry Springsteen from Y/N’s math class had made the cruel joke that Y/N had died and that’s really why her parents moved away. The joke had caught on like a bad cough and made other kids start to conspire that the house was haunted, even the parents that weren’t gullible enough to believe it started to believe it. How Y/N Y/L/N had found out of the insensitive, hilarious rumour that made her lie on her back for an hour and laugh until she cried was through the monthly letter that Beverly, Ben, Richie, Mike, Eddie, Stan and Bill sent to her from Derry. They had guessed that after what happened during the summer before, everyone started to believe in ghouls and goblins and started to not brush superstitions and ticks of paranoia away with a scoff but instead listen to them, Y/N wrote back saying they had every right too and that the story could have been true if she didn’t have them there with her for that summer.

She still held onto the key for the front door of her abandoned house for a reason that she couldn’t tell herself, she had felt the urge to keep it on her instead of loosing it, it had felt like something had compelled her too. She spent many hours always wondering what the key was for in her late teenage life and throughout her adult life and came to the conclusion that it was a spare for the back or front door or for the garage. But when her feet landed on Derry concrete, her mind knew not quite why - that was still a mystery slowly unraveling - but for what and where like a map on the back of her hand and an answer on a school quiz.

She and Bill Denbrough had come back after so many years to that house where they had spent countless afternoons of their childhood summers running around in the back garden chasing each other with water guns or building boats and castles out of cardboard boxes and now they stood there twenty seven years later, all grown up. Bill with his hair that had a grey streak running through the front of it and more muscles on his arms and Y/N with her shorter hair and the body of a woman instead of a little girl but neither of them had truly changed, they were still the people they were at one time best friends with, only now they worried about insurance taxes and work and getting old when things in their body stopped ticking.

They hadn’t a good reason for coming back to the house but they had.

Y/N had the door unlocked with her key although the doorknob had rusted and wasn’t as agile as it had been when she last unlocked it, she had to rattle the key in there and shove herself against the door for it to open. Some of the furniture had been left behind, the stuff they wanted to get replacements of that would go with the theme her mother wanted each room of their new house to have, the house itself smelt of staleness and mouldy dust. There was cobwebs strung across walls, doorways, in corners and crevices that piled up on top of each other, it was eerily still and quiet. The house seemed to be haunted with bad spirits now yet every step and corner there were good memories made wether it was with her brother, her parents or with her best friends.

Bill walked close to Y/N and followed her footsteps through to her old living room on the right of the hallway, an old part of him had expected Y/N’s parents to be in there watching the television and reading the newspaper with a pack of biscuits open but they were long since gone. When Y/N had told Bill of the unfortunate news of both of her parents passing in the last four years, it had saddened him as much as it saddened Y/N when she remembered them now; they were always an open home to Bill Denbrough and welcomed him as one of their own once they got to know him, some of the best people in town that he knew.

They wondered into the living room as if it was someone else’s house and they had just been invited in, the only things left of when Y/N lived there was the mantelpiece above the fireplace and the tattered, blue sofa with holes in the cushions from lit cigarettes, Y/N’s fingers traced over them and dipped into one.

“This is richie’s, definitely” Y/N laughed. She had remembered when they were all round her house for the afternoon whilst her parents were doing the weekly grocery store shop down on Maine Street one day during the summer break, Y/N’s parents being out of the house had meant that as long as the windows were opened that Richie and Bev could smoke. Bev pulled a cigarette out from the box hidden away in the pocket of her shorts, Richie pulled one out of the box in the top pocket of his Hawaiin tee shirt and had punched Stanley in the shoulder when Stan had told him that stealing from his fathers cigarette stash was not ethicle and would end up with him six foot under whenever he found out. The cigarette dropped from in between Richie’s fingers and sizzled and hissed right through the thin material. At the time it gave Y/N a coronary and she had a go at Richie for it but she laughed now and would have to tell him about it later.

The floarboards beneath creaked now more than ever as Bill moved from the doorway and into the middle of the room. The curtains had been taken down and taken with them to Atlanta and the curtain pole was still fixed into the wall but the windows were too dust covered to see out of and in through, cobwebs stringed over them and the stormy weather darkened the room.

“The amount of time we’d spend in here was horrific” Bill laughed and brushed his fingers along the mantelpiece, collecting a cover of grey dust over the pads of his fingertips. Y/N smiled and took slow steps, taking her time to re-live a part of her dear childhood, towards the doorway of the living room.

She turned the corner at the end of the hallway and walked into the kitchen, the Linoleum on the floor still smelt like the crayons she used to draw with in school and the light that never quite was bright enough when Y/N’s family were having their dinner was still hanging up in the ceiling in all of it’s wonky glory. The countertop with cupboards above it that once were filled with glasses, plates and bowls still lined half of the room and the hidden away stove behind one of the wooden cupboards was still hidden. Y/N always used the hidden stove as a magic trick whenever someone new came round the house as hazardous as it was.

“Oh god, this kitchen” Bill grinned, his eyes were wide with astonishment.

“What?” Y/N laughed and shifted her hands into the front pockets of her jeans.

“Too many times where we’d make stuff and it nearly poisoned us...but it was fun” He said. He had remembered everything in that house, all of the concoctions they made with different foods and juices and spices they found in her parents cupboards and fridges, only a few of the seven of them were stupid - or brave - enough to digest them.

There was a chair in the corner of the room that used to be used for dinner guests to sit at if Y/N’s brother had his friends over, if Y/N had friends over like Bill had been so many times or even Bev or Mike had been, if family were visiting and chosen to stay for dinner. The wicker chair had been dragged over to the middle of the room by the back of it and Bill had sat down on it, he leant back and rubbed his hands along his trousers, taking a deep breath to take all of it in.

“The others should be here” Y/N said not because she hadn’t wanted to be alone with the boy - who is very much now a man - all of the Loser’s Club had idolised everyday but because it was still one of the few places in town that was still theirs twenty-seven years later and it was safe, she wanted them to be safe with her and Bill there.

“Stanley wouldn’t come in, you know it” Bill looked up at her through his eyelashes.

“I don’t think I could blame him for it” Y/N spoke as someone who had known him well, he was the person who toughened Y/N up with his blunt execution and sarcastic default. Who knows? In a parallel universe they could have been lovers and perhaps it would have been more than platonic. Perhaps.

There was a pause of silence where both of them realised they hadn’t spoken about Stanley Uris for a lifetime. The closest Bill had to Stanley Uris being a name on his tongue had been the day he sat down to start outlining an idea for a new novel, the idea was there in front of him and he seized it during the middle of the night when he woke from a bad dream in fear that it would not be there in the morning when he woke again. He was able to build the plot with ease and the ink seemed to flow through his veins, what he wanted to write about had translated to be so raw and terrifying, too real that he had to pause, pause, pause then go back to it. The characters he built were already there in his mind waiting for him, they were all so different in traits and personality but he knew that they would fit on the same page and when he looked back it now, it made sense. The closest Bill Denbrough had been to Stanley Uris since they were children was when he wrote his books.

“All these years and we’re still apart of his circus.” Bill muttered with a matter of frustration, he pushed the hair that had fallen in front of his face back and blew the air from his lungs outwards. Y/N had soon realised they were not talking about Stanley Uris although she wished they had stayed on that conversation for longer.

“We’ll do it this time, Bill.” Y/N reached out and put a hand on his shoulder, it was the only thing that she thought she could say in that exact moment. She prayed on every lucky star that she had spoke the truth and wouldn’t let Big Bill down.

“I thought when I left Derry and started to forget everything that it was getting better, there were no more dreams, I thought all of it had gone, I thought I had grown up and I’m back now... and now, everything is here.” Bill Denbrough had spoken.

Y/N’s hand rubbed up and down his shoulder and down to his forearm then back up again. He looked up and saw her dewy-eyed gaze, it made the Y/E/C colour deeper, Bill Denbrough had begun to swim in them and tried to shamelessly read what they were really telling him: ‘we were too young for all of that to ever happen Big Bill, I miss those days when we were kids’ or maybe that was just how he felt or wanted, hoped Y/N to feel.

Y/N’s eyes had only become more beautiful to Bill, he remembered how he used to worship them with every chance she gave him too and when she wasn’t looking, he would pray that she never looked over at him so he could look at the Y/E/C of them until it was all that he was seeing. Oh, the way Y/N’s eyes gleamed under the sun and the darker parts spiralled around the lighter tones, Bill fell in love with them and wanted to spend the rest of his life with them in his vision. He though they were much better than his green eyes and if they were to grow up and have kids one day once they were out of Derry, they would have the most gorgeous eyes if they were Y/N’s colour and shape. Looking back at so many summers ago, Bill Denbrough worshipped the ground Y/N walked on and wanted to kiss and bring his fingers down, over every part of her sun-kissed skin, he didn’t see it as a waste of his quick-passing time even now and would do anything gladly to be that fourteen year old boy again.

A shudder ran down Y/N’s back - oh how Bill had wanted to kiss all the way down her back from her shoulders so long ago - and a breath came past her lips that trembled. Y/N ran her hand down her thigh, the denim was smoothe but coarse under her fingers, she looked at her hand instead of how Bill was looking up at her, If she had kept her head up she would have forgotten how to function with normality. All of the things that had scared her evaporated and a new fear replaced that one, it bloomed like a flower on a warm day in spring, she hadn’t known what Bill was thinking of but she knew she was thinking about him in a way that she hadn’t since she was fourteen years old, it made all the pain of Derry seem so small and far behind. She enjoyed the fear he was making her feel it was new and different to the fear she had been conditioned to feel ever since a young age and there was such a beauty within it.

He took Y/N’s hand, warm and delicate, from his shoulder and held it in his own, when he stood from the chair there left an inch between them.

“You’re still mine” Bill spoke. He took his fingers over Y/N’s hand and brought them to his stomach, he pressed them against his warm skin and trailed her fingers down to the belt of his jeans. “I need to hear you say it, Y/N”.

She watched him move her hand over his belt from his stomach, her eyes followed the veins on the back of his hand to all the way up his forearm. It was not how she used to imagine Bill but it was more in it’s own way, the Bill that stood at five foot four and’s stutter was out of his control was a different person to the Bill that stood at six foot one and knew what he wanted. Y/N didn’t want to realise how vulnerable she was in front of him, she wanted to be with him in that moment and not think of when they would get another chance to be together as one, she wanted to feel every moment of the chance she had gotten then.

“I’m still yours Bill” Y/N muttered. Her hands grabbed at the buckle of his belt and un-looped it, she pulled it through the denim loops and let it drop onto the linoleum floor.

He stepped out of his jeans and walked Y/N backwards until she was pressed between his body and the countertop, she could feel the warmth of his breath so close on her lips. Bill Denbrough’s hand grabbed at the skin on her thigh and kneaded it, his fingers moved up her to her hip and grabbed it then up to her waist and caressed the skin there, he felt her ribs as he cupped one of her Y/B/S breasts under her blouse.

He had struggled to get her blouse off, tangled his forearms up in the sleeves off it and tore one of the buttons.

He dipped down to kiss Y/N’s lips, she was too focused on him slipping the blouse from her shoulders and onto the floor that what he wanted to show her, he squeezed her jaw and slipped his tongue into her mouth, it was then that she melted into him. She was so sweet and tasted better than the strawberries, raspberries and peaches he had shared with Audra last summer. Audra, his wife, whom he loved so dearly once and after seeing Y/N again could not love again, besides that passing thought, did not stay in his mind, she was so far away.

Y/N was sensitive to every place his lips touched on her, to everywhere his hands wandered over her and Bill Denbrough loved the sincere innocence of it all, it would stay with her until tomorrow morning and the following weeks to come - maybe even months. She felt the bullets ripple straight through her yet did not feel the pain of them and Y/N Y/L/N wanted to cry all at once because she feared that she would only find that in Bill Denbrough.

That afternoon, all of his desires that he carried - unbeknownst- through to adulthood yet that he had only remembered twenty four hours ago had leaped from fiction into a surreal shared moment with the woman whomst he longed for even before he knew it. He had left no part of skin or strand of hair untouched on Y/N Y/L/N and she had kissed him with such tenderness and touched him with so much of a desperation that Bill Denbrough feared his arms wrapped around her were crushing. They stood so close to one another and shared every emotion, thought, subtle notion; they had become the same person in their making of love in the muggy weather that made their bodies stick together.

“I am so much of you as you are of me” Y/N muttered against the crook of Bill’s neck as they laid on the sofa with their bodies naked against one another and arms and legs entangled. They watched the thunderclouds ripen and the lightning strike.

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Cornelia Street - Stanley Uris

Warnings - Fluff.

Description - The overwhelming feeling of passion and love and content that often times is impossible to push away.

The streets of New York were not gusty and near to as bustling as they usually were when Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N were walking them. It was late into the afternoon and their footsteps were hitting the ground of the different streets they walked on with their hands in each other’s, their heads turned to the shop fronts and the brick buildings above them that towered over all of the city.

When they strolled past a quaint flower shop, they thought of seeing if there was anything they could get to add some more colour to their apartment, perhaps freesias because then they would match the carpet in the living room as Y/N had pointed out. It was where Stanley had brought a bouquet of roses, sunflowers and pansy’s on his second date with her, that had been when everything was so new and strange for him, he often compared when they had first started dating to a story with bits of it missing that would get filled in and make sense later on but oh boy was it terrifying for him and he knew it was for Y/N too. 

Stanley had stopped the both of them again when he saw the pet store three shops after the florists, which they had found nothing in that they were particularly sold on besides some sunflowers but they were dear for what they were, he lead Y/N by the hand to see if they sold any of those fish shaped, salmon flavoured treats that their cat liked - which was Y/N’s before they moved in together but Stanley Uris had found a great company within the feline named Berlioz. When he first went back to Y/N’s apartment on Cornelia Street, Berlioz cosied right up to him and made him feel at home, brushing his ginger and white tail along his legs to let him know that he wanted attention and allowing Stanley to be the one to feed him in the mornings before he went off to work.

The weather was complimentary to the short sleeved shirt that Stanley had buttoned up that morning and strung a breeze through the length of the below the knee sundress that Y/N had pulled over her head after their late- morning rendezvous. They hadn’t planned the full day in detail like they tended to do, only to go out for their walk and then go home to start dinner, maybe after dinner they would sit and watch the television but only if there was something that interested them on, although there had been a short conversation about getting in a taxi and driving out to sit by the lake until it got cold that they left up in the air to decide on at a later time.

“I can always order some online” Y/N responded to Stan’s comment about the pet store only having chicken flavoured treats. They had exited the pet shop and carried on walking with their hands locked together up the street. When her eyes caught wind of the green plated sign on the brick wall above them that read in thick, white letters ‘Parker’s street’, a fond memory whispered through her mind. She remembered the time when they were going for drinks just to get out of the apartment and it had been such a crisp autumn day, one of the coldest’s, that when they were walking down Parker’s street to the bar, Stanley had to wrap his jacket around Y/N’s shoulders to keep the chill of off her. That same night when they were drunk - which was a rare occurrence for Stanley Uris to be past the point of merry - in the backseat of a random New York taxi, she still had the jacket on from the hazardous walk back from the bar hours later after their arrival.

“It’s fine, we can always get her something from the lake” Stanley smiled and brought the back of her hand up to his lips.

“I’ve never seen you fish for the entire time I’ve known you” Y/N spoke.

“Fishing’s a boy’s sport” Stanley Uris had a smile that also could have doubled as a smirk that told her he knew he was playing cool and it made Y/N laugh.

They continued to make twists and turns and walks down different streets, even though for most of it they had known where they were pointed too as they had lived their for three years at that point - Y/N had lived there for longer on her own by four years but Stanley had learnt his way round for himself quickly and had been on holiday with his family in New York before, although he was young and had little recollection of the trips. When she though of it, time had moved fast and it hadn’t felt like she had lived with Stan for three years, it had startled her for the fact that she hadn’t paid much mind to it and took the days that they spent together as they came but she could say that equally for life in terms of the madness and traumas that it came with had slowed down, there was still the madness when they found themselves in a lovers tiff or when it had been a horrid day at work but never the trauma.

Y/N had learnt that moving in with someone, regardless of the amount of anticipation there was to be with them and as close to them as you could ever be, was intimidating and nerve-wracking, sometimes it was stressful and as if you’ve just been thrown into a complete different world. For Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N, it had brought solidarity and wholeness to each other and they had grown closer, not that they really thought or talked about it because it wasn’t something either of them could pin-point or notice entirely but they had. The difference in living with each other and seeing each other everyday was a big one, a difference they had underestimated, it was something they needed to get used to but it hadn’t taken long and everything felt easier afterwords, it had made the apartment a home to the both of them like a hideaway from everything on the outside.

Though it had been towards the end of the third month that the first argument arose and it had not ended with going to bed afterwards and a sweet exchange of ‘I love yous’. Y/N had taken her purse from its hanger by the door and taken herself out without having changed out of her pyjamas after Stanley had come home from work in the worst mood she had ever known to be in, when she looked back at it she thought it was ridiculous that she had thought from just him having a bad day that Stanley was leading her on and maybe playing games with her as if they were still twenty years old then to turn out like others had. She had went up to the top of their apartment building which was not far from their own apartment and sat on the roof by herself for what felt like fifteen minutes in the cold until she heard footsteps ascending the rusted staircase and felt his warm hand on her back.

The sun tore through the clouds an hour or two after they had left their apartment and it had begun to shine on their necks and backs, the gust of wind that came with the city had departed and the weather was clear, pleasant and brought them the type of warmth that made you want to skip down the street, swinging your arms in joyfulness. It was when Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N passed by a grocery store with the front of it splashed with greens and oranges and purples that Y/N had remembered what they spoke about earlier in the day about the car ride to the lake. She hadn’t known why right there and then had ignited that memory, it could have been the watermelons and tropical juice boxes sat in a straw-filled basket in the window that resonated with all things summertime or the unexplainable, funny way that the human brain had it’s way of bringing things back up again that she often relied on. 

“We should grab a taxi and do what we said we were going to do”.

It took Stanley Uris a second to grasp what she had suggested.

“Yeah, if you want. We can get some food and take it with us, we could set up a picnic down there, take bread for the ducks”.

“That’s an amazing idea. Do you remember when you were a kid and you’d pretend to be an animal?” She lead her and Stan into the grocery store.

“You still do that now with Berlioz” He joked. 

“But do you know what I mean?” Y/N raised her eyebrows as if she needed to know if he spent his childhood making cat noises or not.

“No” Stanley shook his head and laughed.

“That’s what we’re doing tonight” Y/N tilted her head and looked up at Stanley who looked at her and laughed.

She hummed a small part of a song that had played on the radio when she was getting herself showered that morning as she walked down the aisle of the grocery store. Stanley had continued to watch over her and took pride in how he was the only one to have that version of Y/N, it was her truest and honest self, she wasn’t like that in front of anyone else that he knew and it made him feel a sense of pride that she had that glow around him. Around her friends she was more contained, she still was comfortable and could act goofy but it was not even close to being the same, around her family she could be as the little girl they raised her to be and still be expressing herself but Stanley was the only person who she had those sporadic bursts of colour around and who also was there to see the lowest of Y/N’s lows.

The grocery store was a lot cooler than outside and had sent a shiver down their backs as they strolled down the rest of the first aisle that stocked the biscuits and pastry’s on it’s shelves, they picked up a plastic case of pecan pies and chocolate digestives that were bound to melt in their arms under the sun before they got out of the taxi, the next aisle that they walked up was the meats and sandwiches and from the shelves Y/N had picked up a pack of cocktail sausages and asked Stanley - who held the food from the previous aisle - if they wanted to get some ready made sandwiches to take. Stanley had told her that the ham and cheese ones and the chicken and chorizo ones would do them well.

There wasn’t anything more bought after that, they walked over to the tills and paid for their food. The woman who checked their stuff out had been around the age of sixty or seventy if Stanley Uris had to guess by the way her bright, cherry red lipstick had been applied around her thin lips, it was sweet to him in the sense that it had reminded him of his own grandmother very much so. He gave Y/N’s hand a loose squeeze then leaned in and lowered his head to press his lips to her temple before assisting the elderly woman to pack their bag before heading out to catch their taxi.

And when it finally arrived after what felt like twenty minutes in the sun with no shade but what was actually close to half of that, the seats of the taxi were so hot that Y/N had to flatten her sundress underneath to keep her legs and backside separate from the seat, the driver was a man whose eye’s looked between in the last years of being young and the early years of being old, also whom hadn’t spoken after he asked them where they wanted him to drive too.

The sunlight shone through the car window on Stanley’s side and onto his blue button up shirt, the golden-yellowy colour that it projected brushed through the curls of his hair and onto his pale skin, it had made his hazel eyes come to life and brighter too, his lips were pinker in the light. Y/N Y/L/N slipped into a daze as she looked from Stanley to out of her own window and felt the linger of his kisses on her temples and on the backs of her hands, her heart swelled and a grin spread onto her face that was too strong to push off. It still was wondrous when she could look at Stanley Uris after three years and feel her cheeks warm to a rosy colour and her stomach flutter with the world’s most sprightly butterflies. When the feeling stuck around and she felt delicate, tears formed behind her eyes and she’d put on the playlist made for her and Stanley and just sit there on their bed thinking about him.

Down at Fencgrass lake, there was only five other families, two groups of friends and a few couples lounging around on the grass or throwing bread into the water for the ducks or playing ball games too and throw.

Stanley Uris and Y/N Y/L/N found themselves a spot close to the edge of the water after they had paid the doe-eyed taxi driver. There was a breeze that wavered in and out of the air coming off the lake, it blew the curls gently from Stan’s forehead and the hair covering Y/N’s neck. They started tucking in and picking at what they wanted as soon as they found a soft part of the grass to sit down on, it was a small picnic but it was enough with the key elements of every summer, outdoor event; good weather, good company and good food.

Y/N awed at how blue the sky was and how it looked like the painting hung up in Stanley’s office at work, with the trees and all in the background, she gasped and had to cover her mouth to stop the laughter escaping when Stanley had pointed out the couple behind them sucking on each other’s necks and remarked that that was not in his office painting, she had turned round to notice that there was indeed a couple behind them doing that exact thing and swiftly turned back around.

“We should do that” Stanley said with a tone that mocked the young couple.

“No, I really don’t think we should” Y/N shook her head.

They sat in the warm sun and enjoyed each other’s company, talking about the awful sleeping pattern Y/N had slipped into as of late and the horrible dreams she had been having due to her worries about a lot of the things in her life and the worry that always would sneak in late at night when she was tired enough as it was, some nights she couldn’t sleep until the next night because she was so worried about going back to work after her break and how much they were going to pay her after she returned, other nights what kept her up at night was the scarring of past traumas. Stanley listened and comically advised against staying up for the whole of the night to tire herself out for the next night, in his personal experience, it hadn’t work.

They sat there until the sun disappeared behind ash-grey clouds and stepped into a taxi back to Cornelia Street.

“I was looking at those sunflowers earlier, they’d look nice in the window” Stanley suggested as he sat on the black, leather seats.

“We can always get some during the week at that other place or I could order some online when I order Berlioz’ treats” Y/N rubbed her fingers over the top of his hand, resting her head against her headrest.

“We also need to get your mom something for her birthday”.

“We have time, three weeks of it”.

Y/N felt her heart swell again and her lips curve into a grin, her heart beat fastened.

That evening, when they unlocked the door to the apartment that they rented they greeted their feline and wondered into the kitchen. Their shoes were left at the door with their coats and the over the shoulder purse that Y/N had worn over her dress.

The time had just passed five-thirty and instead of cooking a dinner, Stanley and Y/N decided they would use what they had left from their picnic and if they were to get hungry later on they could do toast or pasta or something of the sorts. They stood in the kitchen dipping their hands into the packet of digestives, sandwiches and cocktail sausages, the pecan pies had been devoured at a quick record of time earlier that day at the lake.

Stanley stood opposite her with his hand on her waist. Until all of the food had been eaten and the empty packets had been thrown into the bin, they stayed there and discussed who they thought had killed the dad on the episode of ‘Snapped!’ that they had been watching the previous night and had gotten half-way through before getting too tired and going to bed. Stanley told her that he thought the daughter had done it due to the vengeance she may have wanted for her dad cheating on her mom, whom may he add she is very close with, Y/N had a strong feeling that it was a hit and run like the murders that had happened around the same town not too long before and pointed out that there was no evidence for it to be the daughter.

“Well, we’ll see whose the better detective after I’ve had a shower” Stanley said. She kissed his lips and then he couldn’t stop himself from kissing hers. One hand rested on her waist and the other pressed softly against her jaw and midway up her cheek. It was like it always had been, that feeling when they were so close together that it was like the first time and Y/N prayed that that always stayed between them like something sacred. She wanted to laugh at the image of her mother scolding Y/N for talking about Stanley like he was a religion like some love-sick thing the first time she told her mother about him.

She felt her heart beat fasten and pulled away. She looked into his eyes and thought of all of the things that came and passed through her mind at that moment about her and Stanley Uris.

“I hope I never loose you Stan” She admitted honestly.

“You don’t have to think about that” Stanley wrapped his arms around her and held her.

“I don’t think I could go through that” Y/N muttered. She knew that that was very much the truth as pathetic as it had sounded, she didn’t know if that happened if she could be in that city anymore or ever walk Cornelia Street again. She had experienced heartbreak time and time again and she also grew from them with time and patience but Y/N thought - a part of her knew - that if she was to lose Stanley that there was no possible way of mending that type of heartbreak even if she had all of the time in the world and the patience of a saint, it scared her the most when they argued and when he wasn’t with her and scared her even more if the thought settled for too long.

“I don’t wanna lose you” Y/N said in a way that a child would when they’re family had come to stay over then had to leave again to go back home, there was no loosing anyone when that happened but there was still an honest fear in it, a possibility. Y/N knew that she could say whatever around Stanley even if it was insane or dramatic or too honest and he wouldn’t walk out, she had learnt that and found comfort in it and she loved him for it.

“You’re fine, we’re good” Stanley Uris said.

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I Don’t Wanna Live Forever - Bucky Barnes

Summary - Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N find themselves having a disagreement that worsens as the hours pass.

Warnings - Angsty

It had been a Tuesday evening at eight fifty-two when the argument had begun for Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes and James Buchanan Barnes. The argument was one like they had never had before in their year of marriage, it had struck a match and blew them both out...

It was after Bucky had come home from work and threw his suit jacket onto the back of the sofa, his suede shoes thrown regardlessly through the living room and the belt of his trousers on the kitchen countertop. He was just too tired to wait until he hit his bedroom. Work was coming down on Bucky Barnes like a ton of bricks; the paperwork, the meetings, the assignments, it was exhausting him at the end of the day and he just wanted to rest.

He dragged himself towards the bottom of the stairs where he would begin his ascent to his Y/N, he had thought of her fondly that day...about what she would be doing whilst he filled out paper after paper and if her parents had returned her call about the holiday they had planned for later on during that year. He had stepped onto the fifth step, holding onto the wooden bannister for support from his dazed state when he had heard the fridge door opening behind him.

Bucky leant his back against the bannister and let his head fall hard against the white-painted wall behind him, he saw his Y/N taking out a slim bottle of the white, Italian Asti from the cold shelf and place it gently onto the marble countertop. She looked beautiful but frustrated, restless; her satin, black robe fell off her shoulder and the belt was so loosely tied, her hair was tousled and ever so slightly frizzy but the eyeliner and dark lip she wore was neat, the black, florally lingerie she wore underneath her robe was elegant and classy. 

“You alright, sweetheart?” Bucky called out to her, his voice was concerned and low for his wife. Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes poured the sweet wine into a deep glass for herself and she filled it to just below the brim. 

“Yeah, are you?” Y/N asked, her voice was suppressing the true tone of anger that she was unintentionally feeling. She drunk from the glass, glancing down at the drink within it because, ‘out of sight, out of mind’ she thought to herself comically. 

“Yeah, what’s with the tone of your voice?” Bucky recoiled and sneered.

“Just a busy day, been housekeeping and dealing with business since seven this morning” Y/N sighed breathlessly, the wrinkles by her eyes appearing as she drunk the Asti.

“Come to bed with me then, I don’t go in till later tomorrow so we can stay in bed” Bucky raised his eyebrows sweetly at Y/N but she carried on looking down and away from him. 

“Let me just finish this then” She spoke somberly. Y/N ran a hand through her hair and pushed it away from her face, Bucky could see from where he stood her faded, dark eyeshadow and took notice of how it looked worn down. 

“Alright” Bucky sighed in defeat and pressed his lips thinly together, he started climbing the spiralling staircase once again. He knew when she drunk before bed it must have been a draining day or someone must have annoyed her but he would have appreciated if she prioritised the time with her husband and wanted to be in his arms as soon as she saw him.

“Maybe you could tidy up after yourself with that extra time off” Y/N mumbled under her breath, putting her empty glass in the sink. Now Bucky knew the had a tendency to get into his wife’s system fast but she had only had one drink.

“What?” Bucky turned around on his heels and looked at her inquisitively.

“Go to bed babe, I’ll be up in a minute” Y/N dismissed him like everything was fine. 

“You said something sweetheart” Bucky spoke.

“I just said I would like if you cleared up your clothes before going to bed instead of leaving them all over the place for me to clean up” Y/N spoke.

“I’ll clean them up in the morning before I go, It’s just been a busy day and I wanna sleep with you” Bucky’s voice was defensive and raised in pitch.

“You won’t though because you’ll not bother and then it’ll leave me to do it and I’ve got enough to do already” Y/N groaned, her face was held tightly in her hands and she was clearly frustrated, Bucky could tell that it wasn’t just a new frustration she had with him.

“I think I'm gonna clean the house that I pay for” Bucky stated matter of factly.

That fight had sparked and was beginning to ignite.  

“And do you need me to also rejig your memory of who pays for half of the bills, runs half of your business and cleans up after you since we’ve been married” Y/N argued back. Her temper had moved her from the counter and into the middle of between the living room and kitchen where Bucky could see her bare legs standing their ground.

“Well, it seems as of late all you’re doing is sitting around on the phone, in underwear that I brought you, drinking wine all-day” Bucky knew that stung her more than it stung him because he knew Y/N prided herself on being a woman of business and never wanted to be a housewife. 

“You never complained when I was just another girl in your bed every night but now that you have to be committed and be responsible to only me it’s all different isn’t it?” Y/N’s tone was furious.

“You are the worst person to argue with because you don’t even listen to what I’m actually saying, you just talk and talk and talk and I don’t want to listen right now” Bucky had shouted back at her.

There was silence after that, it was like there was a cold breeze through the fire. Bucky walked towards Y/N and grabbed his suit jacket off the back of the sofa, walked past her and snatched his belt from the kitchen counter, then trod heavily through the living room to pick up his shoes up from the floor. 

“We shouldn’t leave this” Y/N sighed exasperatedly, she lowered her head and scratched her forearm.

“You wouldn’t listen if I apologised tonight” Bucky’s strained, tired voice reached her ears and it made her feel like she had to take full responsibility for all of what had happened. 

“Might be the last chance you can for a long time” She said out of spite at his ignorance to her attempt to settle things down at least just for that night. 

“I’ll apologise then” Bucky turned to the stairs and began to take a slow, heavy step up them, his voice was left behind him as he disappeared behind the white, cylinder-shaped wall. Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes stood there and her eyebrows turned upwards as the tears filled her eyes, she ran both clenched hands through the front of her hair and gripped at the tangled lox. 

Her and her husband’s fights were always that explosive and were never solved until the next morning despite what might have been said in the heat of the moment. Y/N prayed that one day their fights would change and it would end in them tangled up in the bedsheets like other couples instead of walking away from each other...

Y/N’s black trenchcoat was pulled tight around her body and her ankle boots were pulled onto her feet lazily, the autumn weather would definitely chill her but she would be back indoors quick enough. She questioned if she should stay before going and if it was too dramatic of her to leave so late but Bucky was most likely asleep in their bed already or had already buried his frustrations with her in extra work. 

The young woman pulled their front door open and turned off the lights behind her, she was met with the heavy downpour of rain outside. The street lights illuminated the rain and made them look golden and the emptiness of the streets made her feel as if she had the whole world to herself like there was no Bucky. It was just her. 

Y/N shut the door behind her and stepped carefully down the small set of stairs, the rain began to dampen her coat and bare legs and her hair was returning to its natural waves as it dampened. She walked along the pavement as she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called for a taxi to come and pick her up from the corner of Henry Street, she was embarrassed by how many times she had thought of doing that and now she actually had.

At the other end of the street, Bucky Barnes was sat on the edge of his bed, his duvet was half strewn across the carpet, the lamp on his bedside table was on its side and the wardrobe door was recklessly pulled open. He had heard the front door open and close after their argument when he had thought that Y/N would either come to bed much later or stay downstairs that night. She had never done that and that was the moment he knew that he shouldn’t have been so unforgiving with her. He chugged down the glass of water he had gotten from the bathroom (The light of which was still on) and sat at the edge, accepting his thoughts were too wild and his dreams would be too real for him to crave the sleep he needed. She would be okay, he thought. 

Y/N stepped into the taxi and told the driver where she wanted him to take her, Hotel Le Bleu, it was a hotel that she had been to before when she and Bucky were first in talks of her moving to Brooklyn and in with him a month before they had gotten married. She knew it would have been better for her to go somewhere else for the night that didn’t have any connotation to the man she loved but it was the first place that came to mind and it slipped out of her mouth so easily. 

She leant her head against the rain-drizzled window and watched the different coloured lights blur past her through the traffic and stormy weather, the tears still tracked through her makeup but without vivid emotion, without the groaning or screaming, as she thought of her husband; when would he get tired of this? Not to say that she hoped he would.  

“Rough day, pretty lady?” The taxi driver asked respectfully. He had thin, grey hair, a grey handlebar moustache to accompany and wore thick, black-rimmed glasses. 

“I suppose” Y/N had replied back. She felt uncomfortable even acknowledging that after making such a huge commitment as a marriage that there would be bad days with the person she vowed to love for the rest of her life. 

“Sounds like possibly the worst” The senior man sympathised with her. 

“Perhaps” Y/N was short with her subtle agreement. 

“Look, we’re here pretty lady but I hope you have a good night and feel better” He wished her. Y/N read the money counter on the car’s dashboard and scanned her card onto the card reader that he held out to her. 

“You too” She hummed quietly and stepped out of the taxi, slamming the car door behind her. She turned around to face the steps up to the entrance of the hotel and was blinded by the fusillade of flashing, white lights surrounding her. They were so loud. The men holding the cameras were shouting inaudible things at her, blocking the steps. 

“Can I just get through, please?” Y/N shouted over them but her timid tone was overshadowed by their deep, loud voices and none of them moved. She was caught like a dear in the headlights, stumbling around trying to find a gap in between them to run through.

“I just need to get through, I’m sorry”, Y/N shoved her way through the blinding lights and scampered herself up the stairs rolled with a lavish, blue carpet. The tears streaming down her face were replaced with the aftermath - her bloodshot eyes, strained with exhaustion as she reached the silver door handle and heaved it open. It was warm inside and dry, the calm atmosphere away from the rain and cameras made her want to find the nearest bed and just sleep forever.  

“Miss, can I find you a room or take your coat?” A young lady came and asked Y/N.

“Uh, no but a room will do, just for the night please,” Y/N asked back. Her hands went to take off her coat then retracted when she remembered the clothes that she wore underneath.

“They’re always out there you know? Just waiting” The young lady shared a smile with her. 

It was still raining just as heavy, rattling against the full-body windows when Bucky Barnes had received a phone call from Steve Rogers, his heart had missed a beat considering the time and the quietness of Steve’s phone during working hours. He was reluctant to answer at first, he had only just been able to get comfortable laying down and regaining his need for sleep but it was Steve phoning against his usual routine or work ethic.

“Buck, I’m sorry it’s late but just a quick one, have you seen the news?” Steve kept his voice to a ‘hush-hush’ tone as if there must have been people around him.

“There always news Steve” Bucky stated ignorantly. 

“No, but it’s about Y/N” His best friend informed him.

“There isn’t a day where one of us isn’t in the news, what did they write?” Bucky wondered, his tired state evident. 

“’Y/N Y/L/N-Barnes, wife to James Barnes, arrives at ‘Hotel Le Bleu’ looking distressed and exhausted’ then there’s just a bunch of paparazzi photos of her” Steve read out loud over the phone.

“Alright, thanks Steve, I’ll see you tomorrow in the morning” Bucky spoke then ended the phone call and went to look at them, he couldn’t read through more than two with their assumptions and descriptions or because of how astray Y/N looked. He knew that she didn’t do well with paparazzi following them or the tabloids that they wrote afterwards so he just prayed that she was doing okay but he couldn’t deny the anger boiling inside of him at his and her actions from earlier on during the night. 

Bucky stopped his pacing and for a minute didn’t know what to do with himself, he didn’t know whether he should express his anger and make the room more of the mess than it already was, he knew Y/N would hate him for it if she was home, or to try and fall back into the rest he was beginning to find himself in. The one thing Bucky knew he couldn’t do was to chase after her, it would not do any better for the situation or for the both of them, he had to let her be on her own just for the night...

Y/N stood in front of the bed in the room she had been issued, it was dimly lit, warm and small but nice to be in; the royal blue bedsheets matched the curtains that were closed when she arrived, the bedside lamps radiated a golden hue and the wooden floors made it feel cosy. She invited the warmth and began to untie the belt holding her trenchcoat around her, it dropped to the floor beneath, leaving her in the robe and underwear she wore underneath. She let her back fall to the duvet on top of the bed, it was soft and comforting unlike many other things that happened that night and what she needed, her hands ran tenderly over her thighs and over her chest and then up through to her hair, imagining that they were her husband’s soft touches sending her to sleep and putting her mind at ease. 

It didn’t, as much as she could close her eyes and try to replicate his presence, her sub-conscience couldn’t be tricked enough into thinking it was real. They were still her hands, her body the only one there in a bed she had never slept in before. Y/N’s arms dropped to her sides in an expression of her frustrations and her back arched perfectly as she pulled her back off the bed, she couldn’t describe the emotions that had built inside of her over the last few hours but she worried that that was the last argument they would have, if that was the end of it all. She rested her elbows on her knees and glanced slowly around the room, maybe she didn’t want to be at home because it may be for the best but this wasn’t where she wanted to be either.

The light beside Bucky’s bed had been switched off and the dull gloom of the night was left to lighten their room, Bucky just wanted for her to call him and ask him to bring her back home because at least she was with him.

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