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missnxthingg · 4 years

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The Baker

Summary: It was supposed to be an ordinary day at the bakery, but a very special costumer walked through the front door.

A/N: This has been on my draft for a long time now and I just think it’s very cute. Also, I’m a sucker for Dad!Haz.

Words: 3.1K

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Baker! Single Mom! Reader

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any tbh. Just a lot of fluffy.

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“And well, Tom spilt all his beer over my lap and I almost killed him that night.” Harrison was making you laugh so hard that your belly was hurting from laughing. “And that’s why I never wear new clothes in clubs or pubs.”

“Did he really embarrass you like that in front of that girl?” You said between laughs.

“He did.” He laughed along before taking some more of his drink.

‘Well, this doesn’t look like old clothes.” You fixed his collar and your lips curved into a small smile.

“That’s because you’re always an exception.” He copied your smile before you pressed your lips together.

Harrison always made one night out with you every week. It’s a little thing that’s been going on since you first started going out seven months ago and a very sweet gesture that always made you feel loved and happy. He was the best part of your year and you thanked every day you had next to him because the boy was perfect. Tonight you were in a fancy and reserved pub in the middle of London, just the two of you, sitting on a booth by the window next to each other, talking very close, him drinking his lager pint and you drinking the fanciest margarita you had ever seen.

How you met was quite funny. It was a nice day in London, one of those rare days that the sun dared to show, making everyone’s mood much better. You were working in your bakery since early in the morning and the movement was normal, with fewer costumers after lunchtime. Your employees were all doing their jobs, so you had a little time to sit by the balcony, drink a cup of tea, read a book and relax a little under the soft songs of your selected playlist to match the environment. And he walked in. You still remembered that Harrison was glowing as bright as the sun that day. For anyone else, he would have just looked like an ordinary London boy, with a white sweater, beige jacket and eyeglasses. But when it’s meant to be, it all falls into place, and to you, he was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen.

Thank God there was no one around to take what he needed because you were just dying for the little angel that just walked into your bakery to speak to you so you could hear his voice. You closed your book as he approached and got his attention away from his phone. Before he could say something, he felt the loss of words when he looked at you looking up from your book, expression matching his. You both blushed instantly, but couldn’t tear your eyes away from each other.

“Good afternoon. What can get you?” You dared to speak up and he took some seconds to even remember what he was going to say.

“Hello.” He smiled and you smiled back before pulling a stray of hair behind your ear.

“Hello.” You replied and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Uhm, sorry.” He cleaned his throat before recalling his words. “My friend said that you have the type of tea that can help you with stuff.”

“Yes.” You encouraged him to keep going with a reassuring smile.

“I was wondering if you have something for stress. I could use some tea to help me relax.” And then you noticed his tired eyes, he could certainly use some relaxing tea.

“I know exactly what you need.” You pointed your index finger at him before pulling away to prepare his tea. The boy sat on the stool by the balcony and watched you from behind. That day you were wearing the prettiest green dress with white dots all over it. Harrison didn’t know it back then, back that would turn out to be one of his favourite dresses you owned in the future. It didn’t take long until you came back with his tea and two chocolate chip cookies. “Here you go.”

“I didn’t order cookies.”

“I know. But you look like you need some sweetness in your life right now.”

“Well, thank you.” He pulled his wallet out of his pocket, but you stop him before he pulled anything out of it.

“Oh no. On the house.”

“I don’t want you to discount it from your salary.”

“I’m the owner.” You frowned with a grin and he chuckled.

“Of course you are.” He blushed even harder. “Thank you.”

“Well, enjoy your tea. I hope it can make you relax.” You nodded and started to walk away.

“Wait!” He spoke up in a rush and you looked back to him. “Why don’t you sit with me? I mean, it’s not like it’s anyone else here. And you’re also drinking tea.”

“I have to work, darling.” You smiled softly and he licked his lips.

“Ten minutes. Please.” His eyes pleaded for her to stay and she smiled before pulling her tea and her stool to sit in front of him.

“Okay.”

“I’m Harrison, by the way.” Oh, his name was just as pretty as his face.

“I’m (Y/N).” You smiled before taking some more of your tea.

“I like what you did to this place.” Harrison took a good look around the place. “It’s cosy and inviting.”

“Yeah, it was intentional. The designer helped me in that aspect.”

“And your cookies are really good.”

“Thank you. It’s my grandmother’s secret recipe.” You winked and you fell into silence, unmuted only by the sound of both of you taking your teas. “I hope this tea work. They usually do.”

“It’s delicious.”

“So, Harrison. Where do you work?”

“I’m an actor. Well, trying to be one. Just got out of an audition and it was a disaster.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s okay. I’m just not that good, I guess.”

“Stop it! I bet you are good.”

“Sometimes I wish I could do something with my life. Like you did.” You nodded and rested one hand over his.

“We all have different dreams. Some of them are easier to achieve. Mine wasn’t so easy, I swear.”

“You’re very nice, (Y/N).” He smiled warmly and you smiled back.

“You’re nice too, Harrison.” You rubbed his hand with your thumb involuntarily. “But I can see in your face that you’re tired.”

“I’m very, very tired.” He chuckled and groaned before burying his face between his hands.

“You know, bakers are the new bartenders. You can talk to me if you want.”

“It’s just… I can’t get a role in any movie and I’m having some family issues. I don’t know if you ever had one, but it’s the worst.”

“Believe me, I had the worst of issues.” You chuckled and he frowned. Before you started to tell him your story, your front door was opened quickly and a kid came inside running.

“Mommy! Mommy! I made you a drawing!” The girl ran around the balcony and jumped on your arms. “Look, it’s you and me making cupcakes.”

“Hey, baby. It’s beautiful.” You glanced down to the drawing with a big smile on your face. You kissed her cheek before setting her on the floor. “Did Auntie Millie take good care of you?”

“Yes. But she didn’t bring me candy this time.” Harrison chuckled with a pretty smile on his face. “Who’s this pretty mister?” She asked looking at Harrison, which made you blush hard.

“I’m Harrison, it’s nice to meet you.” He stood his hand in the air and you gestured her to shake it just like you taught her.

“Hi Harrison, I’m Amelia.”

“Amelia, what a pretty name.” He smiled wider at her and the little girl blushed.

“Amy, why don’t you go upstairs to take a shower and wait for mommy?”

“Can we watch Little Mermaid again?” She asked excitedly.

“As soon as I can go up and be with you.” Amy didn’t even listen and just ran upstairs, leaving her mother behind. “Sorry about that.”

“It’s okay, she’s really sweet. I didn’t know you had a family of your own, you look so young.” Harrison was bummed out. The pretty girl must have a boyfriend or even a husband.

“Yeah, when I said that I knew that family issues are hard it’s because of this little girl. I got pregnant five years ago when I was 18, just graduated in High School and studying to be a baker. My parents didn’t take it so well and I haven’t talked to my father since.” Your eyes dared to spill some tears, but you held it back.

“I’m so sorry to hear that, darling.”

“It’s okay. I overcame all of this, used a part of the money my grandmother gave me to open this bakery and raise my girl. And she’s awesome.”

“I bet you and your husband are very proud of her.”

“I’m a single mom.” You blushed and his mouth fell agape. “Her dad was an old boyfriend that dumped me when he heard the news. Haven’t seen him ever since.” “I’m sorry.”

“You say you’re sorry too much.” You opened a little smile and it was his time to blush. “Well, that was very intimate. I’m sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” He finished his tea, too soon in your opinion, you could just spend the whole afternoon there talking to him. “My mom was a single mom at first, too. Until she met my stepdad. He’s a good guy, and he’s my dad. It doesn’t matter if we’re not blood-related.”

“Yeah, sometimes I wish that Amy had a dad, or a father figure to look up to. She’s surrounded by amazing women, but no men at all.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone who’ll love you both just like my mom.”

“Maybe I already found him.” Your eyes met and you were both lost in your little world.

“Can I take you out to dinner sometime?” He asked out of nowhere, making you smile. “I get if you’re a very busy woman and that you can’t go out with me, or that you’re not interested, but-”

“I would love to.” You cut him and Harrison could swear that those were the most beautiful words that came out of your mouth. You opened your note pad resting over the balcony and wrote your number with a little heart next to it. “Call me so we can set a date.”

“I will.” He started to gather his things and you asked him to wait. You rushed to the kitchen and got him some sweet pastries and treats for later inside a paper bag. Harrison was waiting for her by the balcony and his heart melted when he saw her coming quickly with the bag in hands.

“This is for later. Hope this can make you feel better.” You said standing it in the air. Harrison took a step further and hugged you. At first, it was a little awkward, but you gave in to the huge, one of the most comfortable ones you ever had.

“You made my day, (Y/N). Thank you.” He whispered in your ear and you closed your eyes to savour the moment a little longer., holding him tighter and resting your head over his shoulder.

“And you made mine, Harrison.”

After that day, you started your little romance. Weekly dinners at Thursday nights, movie nights with Amy every month, small cute dates, him spending his whole day-off drinking tea in the bakery just to see you working. The last seven months were paradise to you, it was one of the bests of your entire life. After long years going on crappy dates with guys who dumped you as soon as they found out you had a daughter, you finally found someone who you truly liked and you were sure that cared about you and Amy.

Oh, and the little girl just loved Harrison. She would rush into his arms every time they met and give him cute drawings just like she gives you. He was so careful and attentive with her, paying attention to every word she said, making everything she wanted him to and even doing little mundane things like taking her to school and putting her to sleep. They grew closer just like you did to him, and that way you were happier than ever.

Seven months later and everything was perfect. You were on your weekly outing and Amy was staying home with a babysitter. Everything was so nice that you wanted to stay that way forever, sipping on your margarita in Harrison’s arms, while he pressed soft kisses on your temple. That was all until your phone rang and your babysitter’s name popped on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Miss (Y/L/N)?” The girl asked on the other side of the line.

“Yes, Mia. Is everything okay?”

“Amy woke up out of nowhere and she’s crying a lot right now. She said she wants her mommy.”

“Oh shit. Okay, I’m going home. Can you hold it together until I get there? I’m not far away.”

“I will, but please hurry.” You hung the phone and downed your margarita in one sip.

“What’s wrong with Amy?” He asked, concern written all over his eyes.

“She woke up suddenly and is crying a lot. She says she wants mommy.”

“You can go get a cab while I go pay.” Harrison said and you nodded without even thinking twice.

You rushed outside and it took a little while, but you got a cab close to when Harrison came back. He tried to calm you down by rubbing his hand on your arms, but it wasn’t helping so much, you were very worried about your little girl. You rushed to your front door on the side of the bakery and left Harrison to pay the cab. When you opened the door, you found a scared 19-year-old girl on your daughter’s bedroom door.

“I’m sorry, miss (Y/L/N). I swear I didn’t do anything.”

“It’s okay, darling. You can go now. Your money is over the counter in the living room.”

“Good night, miss (Y/L/N).”

“Good night, Mia.” Just as you watched the girl pick the money over the counter, Harrison entered the house with worry all over his face. You both entered the room where your little girl was under the covers sobbing. You and Harrison sat on each side of her bed and she came out of the covers.

“Hey, baby. What’s wrong?” The little girl hugged you tightly and started to cry harder.

“I had a bad dream mommy. It was so scary.”

“Shh, it’s okay darling. I’m here now, okay. Haz is here too. We’ll take care of you.” You pressed a kiss on top of her head and she held tightly onto you. Harrison hugged you both too and soon Amy calmed down. “Come on, let me put you to sleep.” You got her back to her pillow and cleaned the tears from his face.

“Daddy, can you read me a story?” She pouted and you were both shocked. She just called Harrison daddy. You quickly searching his eyes with an apologetic look and he smiled widely.

“Of course I can.” He sat next to her and Amy rested her head on his chest to see the book he opened to read for her. “Once upon a time…” Harrison calmly read the whole fairytale book while Amy paid attention to every word he was saying. You sat in a chair right next to her bed and watched them cuddled together and Amy getting more and more tired.

“Daddy, do you promise not to leave me when I go to sleep.” She asked him and he nodded.

“I’ll be right here, darling. You can sleep now, nothing’s gonna hurt you as long as I’m here.” He kissed her forehead and she lied on her stomach over him. He started to rub her back and lully her with old songs. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen before. Soon Amy was asleep over him.

“I’m sorry that she called you daddy.” You said once she was deep into her sleep and he stopped singing to her.

“I don’t mind, you know. She’s very special to me, and I love her like a daughter.”

“I mean it. I waited so long for someone like you and I’m grateful for everything we have and everything we achieved. But I think I waited too long to tell you that Amy always will be a part of the equation of my relationships. And if you’re not serious about wanting her as a daughter, I can’t go on with you, even though I love you so much.”

“But I’m very serious about this. About you and me, about Amy. I’ll be able to give someone the ability to have a dad, someone that I love. And I know it’s been less than a year, but I would love to start a family with you two. Help you with the bakery, take care of Amy, maybe have kids of our own. I want all of that with you if you want it all too.”

“Of course I do! I love you, Haz.” You slowly sat next to him and pecked his lips.

“I love you too, darling.”

“I can’t wait to start our little family.”

“I can’t wait either.” He rubbed your cheeks and you kissed him again.

“Come on, let’s go to bed.” You pulled him, but he stiffened and glanced back to Amy sound asleep in her bed.

“Do you think we can take Amy to sleep with us? I promised her I wouldn’t leave her side.” He pouted and you softened to see him so worried and infatuated with her. You opened a wide and warm smile, nodding right after.

“I think we can all squeeze together to sleep.” Harrison slowly took Amy out of her bed so he could take her to your bedroom. He gently placed her in the middle and you two lied next to her, making a little sandwich. “So this is how it’s going to be from now on? Our little family just having these intimate moments.”

“God, I hope so. I can’t imagine a life better than this right now.” Harrison kissed Amy’s forehead and leaned to peck your lips before lying down to cuddle with his girls.

“Thank you for everything. I love you.” He smiled softly and tightened his grip on Amy.

“Thank you for giving me this. I love you more.”

“Good night, Haz.”

“Good night, darling.”

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richiebrook · 5 years

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I wrote another unfinished Milex drabble. it’s a first draft and i’ve not proofread it so you have been warned. :-) (tw: depression)

Alex won’t move. It’s a Saturday morning, rain is battering down onto the windows and the house smells like coffee. Miles is in his element. He pours them both a cup, sings along to an old Maroon 5 song on the radio, and goes back into the living room, where he sets both cups down onto the coffee table. But Alex won’t move. He’s sitting up straight, his back aligned to the backrest, and he’s looking straight ahead. When Miles stops in front of him, those eyes seem to look right through him. Miles frowns. It’s a Saturday morning and the house smells of coffee. Alex shouldn’t be like this.

“Get up,” he says, not leaving much room for arguing. And Alex doesn’t argue. He doesn’t do much else either, except look up at Miles. Miles can see those eyes focus on him, and then Alex is looking at him instead of through him.

“Al. Babe. Get up.”

Alex swallows. Miles can see his Adam’s apple bob up and then down again. “What’s the time?” Alex wants to know, and Miles checks Alex’s phone, which is right by his wrist, on the armrest of his chair.

“It’s half ten. How long have you been ‘ere for?”

Alex shrugs one shoulder, as if shrugging two would cost him too much effort. “A while. I couldn’t just keep lying in bed.”

“And now you’re just sitting in your chair.”

Alex laughs. Miles can see the tears well up in his eyes.

“What are your plans for today then, Miles?” Alex is choosing his words very carefully, no matter how simple the question. He’s speaking more slowly than usually. There’s barely any intonation in his voice and Miles knows Alex is just talking to him to keep him there. He crouches down in front of him and rests his forearms on Alex’s knees. Alex instinctively leans forward a bit. Apart from that quick half-shrug, it’s the most Miles seen him move all morning.

“I was going to do some shoppin’, actually,” he confesses. “You keep borrowing my shirts and now I’m out of clean things to wear.”

“You could just do the laundry,” Alex points out blankly. He leans forward some more and reaches for one of Miles’ underarms, folding his fingers around it in one slow movement. He squeezes, a bit too hard to be comfortable, but Miles lets him.

“You could just do the laundry,” Miles fires back, and he flashes him a smile. He reaches back with the arm that Alex isn’t clutching, and picks up one of the coffee mugs. There’s a Yellow Submarine print on it and it’s his favourite mug. He hands it to Alex. “But maybe save that for tomorrow. You’re busy today.”

“Am I?” Alex accepts the mug and slides his thumb over one of the bright yellow submarines on the china. He lets go of Miles’ arm to roughly wipe at his eyes, then reaches down to grab a hold of it again.

“You are, babe, yes,” Miles murmurs. He watches Alex sip his coffee and folds his hand over the hand that still has his arm in a tight grip. “You’re going to have to go into town with me.”

Alex really does laugh at that and it’s the least pleasant sound Miles has heard all day. It’s loud and empty, and it makes the little hairs on his neck stand up straight. “I’m not going with yeh,” Alex says. He has some more coffee and pulls at Miles’ arm.

“Shame. I was gonna treat you to lunch.”

“How about a pint?”

Miles frowns and reaches out to caress the back of Alex’s hand with his thumb. “No. Lunch. It’s my treat, so I get to decide.”

Alex scoffs. “I’m not interested. And I may not sound like it, but I am sorry. For what it’s worth.”

“You don’t understand, though,” Miles mutters, ignoring his apology. “I know for a fact that you’ll ‘borrow’ everything I buy today sooner rather than later, and I distinctly remember you telling me you’d go mad if you found more leopard print stuff in our ‘ouse. So I’m going to need yer input.”

“So shouldn’t you be buying more of the leopard print stuff?” Alex asks. “If you want to stop me from taking all of it, I mean?”

Miles sighs dramatically. “You know what? You’re absolutely right. I should do that. You’re right, Al; I might be good without your fashion advice after all. Thanks, babe.” He carefully pries Alex’s fingers from his arm and gets up, but as soon as he steps back, Alex scrambles to his feet as well. He’s pale and the leopard print robe he’s wearing seems too big on him, even though he and Miles wear the same size. Miles’ heart dares to make a hopeful little jump anyway.

Alex sets the mug aside and wrings his hands together nervously. “Joost one or two shops, no more than that,” he says. His voice is still lacking any emotion whatsoever, but Miles nods.

“Yeah, babe. One or two, tops. And lunch, after.”

Alex’s eyes are still puffy and Miles’ heart breaks all over again when Alex directs his gaze at him. “But you’ll help, yeah?”

“Yeah Al, I’ll help.”

“Good. Good.” Alex mutters. He’s still looking at Miles, but Miles knows he’s talking to himself - convincing himself.

“So,” says Miles. “Let’s take a shower first. I need one as well, so we might as well take one together.” He reaches for Alex’s shoulder, but Alex catapults himself at him simultaneously , and before Miles realises what’s happening, Alex is a dead weight sobbing into his shoulder. Miles freezes. He’s not seen Alex cry in a very long time and for a moment he isn’t sure where to put his hands or how to make it stop. He puts one arm around Alex’s waist and squeezes his hip. It can’t be comfortable, but Alex only holds onto him tighter and cries soundlessly into his shoulder. “Shh,” Miles whispers. “Baby, you’re alright. You’re okay.”

Except Alex isn’t okay, and Miles catches himself feeling relief as those tears keep flowing. And so he stops trying to make it stop. He lets Alex sob into his shirt. He lets him squeeze his waist and upper arm in a death grip. He threads gentle fingers through greasy hair and uses his other hand on Alex’s lower back to press Alex flush to him. Alex is trembling, and the closer Miles holds him the louder, the more heart-wrenching his sobs get. Miles kisses his head and rubs his back. He squeezes his own eyes shut tightly and waits.

And then, after what feels like forever, Alex goes quiet. Miles can still feel his heart beat rapidly, but his arms and hands slowly relax, relieving their grip on Miles. He rests his cheek against Miles’ shoulder and caresses the spot on his upper arm that Miles is fairly sure will turn into a bruise. Miles doesn’t do anything just yet. He knows he doesn’t have to.

And he doesn’t. It’s Alex who speaks up, first. “So,” he mutters. He brushes his fingers over Miles’ shoulder and the soaked material of his T-shirt. “I’m guessing you don’t need that shower anymore. Sorry.” His voice is rough and his accent thick, and Miles lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

“And miss out on the chance to see you naked?” he asks. “I didn’t think so.”

Alex murmurs something about Miles getting to see him naked at any chance he gets, but he doesn’t protest when Miles starts leading him to the bathroom. As Miles peels off the robe and the trackie bottoms Alex is wearing under it, Alex rubs his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. “I’m exhausted,” he complains, and Miles smiles a little. “Nice try. You’re still going shopping with me.”

Alex laughs quietly. “I know,” he murmurs. “You’d be lost if I didn’t. It’s not like I’ve an actual choice in the matter, is it.”

Miles smiles at him. “You really don’t,” he says, leaning forward to press his lips to Alex’s cheek. “So let’s get ready, shall we? We can’t stand here all day; we’ve places to be, leopard print shirts to buy.”

As he steps into the shower, he catches Alex snickering and shaking his head, and then Alex is climbing in after him and wrapping his arms around Miles’ waist again. Miles nods to him in encouragement even though he isn’t sure why, and turns on the shower. Alex gives him a determined little nod in return and closes his eyes, seemingly contented for now to just let the hot water wash over him. Miles kisses him again for that. He knows it’s going to be a long day, but so far, so good.

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galfridus1 · 5 years

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Melban Weekend Day 1: BROTP

I’m super excited to publish this for @meliodas-and-ban’s Melban Weekend. Thank you so much @jacklynnfrost for writing this with me. You are amazing to collaborate with. Partly inspired by my drinking pal and a song with the same title by Gene.

Fill Her Up

A collaboration between Galfridus and Jacklynnfrost

As soon as the door opens the muffled music expands forth to pound the bass line in his chest, and he feels the sounds reverberate inside his ribcage. He frowns softly, stepping in and looking around the place. Booths line the left wall, a bar is to the right with half the stools empty and a female bartender reaching for a top-shelf bottle of amber liquid. It smells like stale barley and a little like cigarette smoke, but mostly disappointment.

He recognizes none of the faces, looking over the group by the window and giving a second glance to the full table beside the restrooms. With a sigh, he walks to the bar while pulling out his phone to double-check that this is the right establishment. It is, but while double-checking a text comes in from one of the colleagues of the many included in this plan, ‘Bar meetup is canceled, we’ll try again next week.’

Since he’s already here and thirsty for something warm and bitter, he finds a seat at the far end away from the couple cozied up together. The shiny table-top is sticky and he frowns before moving over a seat, eyeing the community bowl of nuts before him. It isn’t as if he is particularly interested in getting to know any of the people he works with, but he made the effort today where no one else seemed to take the plans seriously.

“Yo!” a deep voice calls out, one he recognizes and he turns to see that one of his colleagues has also shown up. The man looks almost too young to be in a place that serves alcohol, his green eyes sparking with an almost indecent enthusiasm and his small face alight with a wide, beaming grin. “Hey Ban, sorry I’m late. Where’re the others?”

“Meet up’s canceled~” Ban drawled as he drummed his fingers on the tabletop.

“Aww, really?” Meliodas flops into the seat opposite him, shaking out his messy head of blonde hair. “That’s a shame. I could really do with a drink.”

Ban grins, a sharp canine poking out from the side of his mouth. “We’re here aren’t we?” he says leaning forward. “I’ve got nothing else going on this evening.”

“You’re on!” Meliodas sits up a little straighter. “What’s your poison?”

Now, this is more like it. Ban grins. “Aberdeen Ale,” he says with a bit of a leer.

Meliodas cocks his head to one side. “Hey! Me too! Okay, coming right up!” Meliodas hops down from the chair and Ban quirks an eyebrow to see just how small the man is. He can’t be more than five feet at most. As Ban checked his phone, listlessly scrolling through Facebook, he found himself wondering more about the man who was busy buying him a drink. Meliodas has a reputation for being an extremely effective operative, someone who can sell rocks to a troll. Ban is not bad at it himself, well he hits all his targets each month, though his rivals would say that’s because he scares all the clients.

“Here you go!” Meliodas is suddenly back at the table, plonking two frothing pints of dark brown liquid down before him. Ban cackles, wrapping his fingers round the cool glass. “Cheers!” the other declares as he retakes his seat, and both men take deep, grateful drafts of the ale.

“So, how did you get into sales?” asks Meliodas. He swipes his sleeve across his face to make sure he does not have any foam on his mouth while speaking.

“The usual way,” Ban replies, “I needed a job so I found one.” He grins, raising his glass as his companion snickers, “I’ll drink to that.”

Their mugs rest on the bar top, silence between them but the noises of the bar are loud. Meliodas taps his fingers on the wood, barely hearing the sounds he’s making while Ban vaguely turns to the television currently showing a commercial. “Is it what you want to do?” he finally asks, not out of real interest but more for something to say.

“Nah, of course not,” Ban says with a laugh, taking another long drink and Meliodas stares. The man certainly is putting it away. Not to be outdone, he too takes a draft, clearing just a little more of the ale than his companion has done. “This is just a temp thing, you know.”

“Same.” Meliodas’s gaze flicks to the table and back again. “So um… what’s the plan, long term I mean?” Ban says nothing so he presses on, “I want to open my own bar, actually. Do a better job than this,” he adds with a smirk as his eyes rove around the room taking in the faded decor, the peeling paint and the obvious shine of something sticky on the bar itself. “Have you seen the toilets?”

“Not had that pleasure,” says Ban with a grimace, “and it’s my round. Same again?”

Meliodas gives a cheerful nod then drains his glass ostentatiously as Ban does the same. With a grin, Ban gets up from the table, his long legs elongating before him like a spider’s. Eyebrows raised, Meliodas watches as Ban makes his way to the bar, the slight smile on his countenance broadening to a huge grin as his colleague returns with not two pints, but four.

“It’s happy hour,” Ban explains. “Drink up, we should get another round in before these go back to full price.” Meliodas gladly obeys, sinking half a pint in one go. “Not bad,” Ban observes as he sets down his own glass, now more empty than full.

“Not bad yourself!” Meliodas drains his pint then raises the next. “Bet I can finish this before you.”

“You are so on!”

Together Ban and Meliodas raise their glasses, clicking the vessels together. “Three...” Meliodas begins.

“Two…” Ban follows.

“One...” teases Meliodas as he pulls the pint close to his face, the tang of ale on the air making his mouth water.

“Go!” The two immediately place their drinks to their lips, chugging down the alcohol as quickly as they can. They are both fast - very fast - and Meliodas makes himself hold his breath as he downs the drink more quickly than even he is used to, feeling a little lightheaded as he swallows the last of the ale. When he bangs the glass down on the table, he is gratified to see that he is a second before Ban, whose face is now a little pink round the cheekbones.

Meliodas stands, swaying slightly as the room reorientates itself. “S’my round,” he declares, grinning to Ban over his shoulder as he makes his way to the bar. Feeling the thrill of a challenge, he decides to buy six of the ales, the bartender giving him a sideways look and a tray.

“There!” Meliodas sets the tray on the table, joining in Ban’s chuckle as his colleague rubs his hands together. “Alright!” Ban declares as he takes one of the glasses.

“You know, that’s my plan too,” Ban slurs.

Meliodas’s brows furrow. “What is?”

Ban barks out a laugh. “You wanna set up a bar. Me too. That’s what I’m saving up for.”

“You do?” Meliodas’s jaw hangs a little slack, and he closes it quickly, covering his confusion with a draft from his own pint.

“Yeah. I figure there’s not a lot better than being surrounded by alcohol all day. Plus I can cook. I’m damn good. I want to have this traditional pub, cobbled stone floor, oak tables with stools, the lot. You know, like a tavern they’d have in the old days.” Ban’s face is dreamy, his eyes set into the middle distance as he leans forward to rest his arms on the table. “I’m gonna get someone to do front of house while I cook pies and roasts. It’ll be heaven.”

Meliodas is breathing heavily, and he swallows hard. “What’s eating you?” Ban asks with a cackle. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Mind made up, Meliodas reaches for his bag, pulling out a worn, leather-bound sketchbook. “I… you mean something like this?” he asks tentatively as he opens the book. He watches Ban carefully, heart pounding in his chest as the other looks down at the page, his expression morphing from curious to amazed. He looks down himself at the scene he has so carefully drawn: cobbled stone floor, neat little stools set by round tables, patterned diamond windows, and a well-stocked bar. This is his dream, and he looks into Ban’s wide-eyed stare, excitement flowing through his veins.

“I call it, The Boar Hat,” he says diffidently.

“Oh. My. God.” Ban glances at him, then picks up the book, gazing with intent at Meliodas’s sketch. “This is perfect. It’s exactly what I imagined. How did you… what… how?”

Meliodas gives an awkward laugh. “I’ve wanted to set up my own bar as long as I can remember. It was, um, a distraction from… stuff.” He picks up another pint, knocking it back to cover his embarrassment, rolling the liquid around in his mouth.

With the book in one hand, Ban reaches for his glass as well while staring at the page and takes long drags from the beer. The pages fan out without his hand there to hold it in place and sketch after sketch flashes, too fast to make out more than a few. “You must have needed a lot of distractions,” Ban notes, trying not to pry as he rights his new friend's book and slides it across the clean side of the table.

Meliodas shrugs, having just finished a deep swallow of his beer to dive back into it before fully breathing, finishing off the glass. “Same, honestly,” Ban notes, looking down into the amber liquid as if it had the answers, if not those he knows it has some relief. To keep up, and with memories trickling in, Ban finishes off his glass as well.

They both reach for another, in tandem and when their gazes meet their expressions are mirrored as well. The two are physically different but it's like one wounded soul recognizes the other, seeing that deep dark pinch of something that had been left to burn inside. Seeing it sparks a true connection. “Huh,” they both exhale and then snicker as they lean away with their cups and take another healthy swig.

“You too, huh?” Meliodas asks, shaking his head in a mix between exasperation that the world is so fucked and companionable wry acceptance. Ban shrugs, taking a second deep inhale of his drink following his first. He gives a start, his glass slowly lowering from his lips as he realizes that had been Meliodas’s non-answer moments ago. A heavy laugh bursts forth, a bit too loud until Ban slaps his hand over the table. “We’re the same!” he declares, edging into inebriation.

Meliodas laughs with him, downing his glass before smirking with foam on his lip, uncaring about his appearance at this point. “Fifty bucks says I had it worse.” He’s joking but Ban’s shoulders square up to their table, “Buck-fifty, and you’re on.” He accepts, both look to their next glass on the table, their last one, and say together, “We’re gonna need another round for this.”

To keep with the pattern, eight glasses are ordered and he’s all snickering grins as he wobbles the tray to their table not spilling a drop of the golden comfort. “You go first,” Meliodas demands.

“Nah, mine’s way more disturbing. I don’t wanna ruin yours.” Ban leans back in his seat, his crimson eyes a challenge as he takes yet another long drink of the ale.

“Confident huh?” Meliodas downs his pint. “Okay, but you’ll regret it.” He picks up another of the glistening glasses, condensation beading around the outside. “Life was alright when I was young. My old man has always been… well, he’s always been him but my mum did her best to shield me from it. He was never violent, you see, just… horrible.”

He gulps, wincing a little as Ban stares at him intently, a bit of heat burning the back of his neck. “I didn’t really know how bad it was at the time but I’ve pieced things together since, you know? He wouldn’t let her go out on her own, except to buy groceries, and if she spent too much or didn’t get the right things he’d yell at her for hours. And I mean really yell, at the top of his lungs. He’d call her all sorts of names.” Meliodas pauses, taking another draft of ale as his throat starts to burn. “He chose what she wore, wouldn’t let her have friends, wouldn’t let her talk to her family… I didn’t know that was weird until much later.”

Ban is leaning forwards now, his eyes slightly misty. “Go on,” he murmurs softly as Meliodas sucks in a deep breath.

He nods, then continues, “She… died when I was ten, giving birth to my brother. I didn’t even get to see her…” He takes another breath, willing himself to keep it together. “So there I was with my father and this baby and I had no idea what to do. I had to learn pretty quick,” he says with a laugh. “And Zeldris was tough work. He’s great and all but…” Without thinking, Meliodas tugs at a lock of his hair. “Anyway, with my mum gone, my father turned his attention to me. My grades weren’t perfect, Zeldris made too much noise, the house wasn’t clean enough.” He breaks off at this, contemplating his glass before drawing the remaining liquid into his mouth.

“I’m sorry,” Ban says, all trace of slurring gone from his tone. “That sounds shit.”

“I really did think it was my fault,” Meliodas says with a laugh. “It wasn’t till I met Elizabeth, then I realised that it’s... not normal. She took me to see her family and, well, they are. Normal, I mean. They’re nice to each other. I… I wasn’t nice to Zeldris,” Meliodas says with a rush. “I was pretty nasty to him actually. He won’t talk to me anymore…” He zones out, looking over Ban’s shoulders seeing nothing as he mutters, “I left him there, he was a kid and I, I knew.”

Ban sets down his pint with a thunk. “You should make it up him,” he admonishes, his voice cold as frost. “Brothers and sisters are… you look after them.”

“Yeah.” Meliodas takes another drink. “I know. I’ve tried to apologise,” he pleads as he looks into Ban’s face to see a stern line to his companion’s jaw. “I really have. He doesn’t forgive easily.”

“Then keep trying.” Ban glares, then his eyes soften, his own emotions spiking. “Aw, I know you are. And don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll come round. Who’s Elizabeth?” he asks, a smile creeping back onto his face to help his friend focus on the good part of his life he just shared.

Meliodas grins in return. “My girlfriend. We’ve been going out for a few years now. If I get a bonus this month, I’m gonna buy a ring.”

Ban slaps the table harder than the first time, his laugh so loud it reverberates over the thumping bass of the music and other patrons turn to gaze at the pair. Behind the bar, the staff glance at each other with worried looks. Then the hubbub of conversation resumes and the staff relaxes, returning to the serving of drinks and wiping down surfaces in a desultory way. “That’s why you’ve been working like crazy! It all makes sense now! Rings are damn expensive,” Ban says rather glumly.

“Sounds like you’re talking from experience.” Meliodas peers at Ban, whose face has turned slightly red. “You are talking from experience,” he declares. “Go on! Tell me more.”

“Her name’s Elaine, and that’s all you’re getting tonight.” Ban grins then drinks. “I’m gonna ask her this weekend.” Meliodas does the same at the news, tilting his mug in Ban’s direction in a mini salute to his new friend's future happiness. Their glasses hit the table and Meliodas arches a brow. “All I’m gettin’, huh? I spill my metaphorical guts and you only give me your girl’s name. I think this is the easiest one-fifty I’ve ever made.” After a breath and a smirk, he continues, “Maybe Elizabeth will get her ring first with all this easy money coming in.”

Ban snorts, takes a drink of his beer, finishing it with long gulps before pushing it to the side with the other waiting empty mugs. They clang together and with a flushed face he announces, “If this were our bar, these would be taken care of already.” Ban sighs when his declaration goes unacknowledged before turning to Meliodas with a small wince. “My old man was the opposite, never said much but communicated through violence. Ma wasn’t much better, sending me out to steal for them. Her requests were always impossible and when I’d return with less than asked for, I’d get punished. But all that shit, that’s fine.” Ban laughs humorlessly, fingers stretching across the sticky table for another of their waiting beers.

“See, I learned my lesson too late too, the one about protecting your younger siblings.” Ban grinds his teeth, hissing in a breath between them. “I hate that my life got better after. That I benefited from her death. I was put in a nice home, got a father figure worth his salt, food every night and even a brother my age… all at the cost of my sister’s life.” He can take no more, the memories sparking and leaving his chest tensing, his actual heart aching. Ban tips his drink back in a clear sign he is done revisiting the dark, but never forgotten, corners of his life.

“Fuck.” Meliodas grimaces, finishing his mug so Ban isn’t drowning himself alone. “I think this is a wash, then.” They both eye the other, then take another drink. The two gather up their next beers and Mel starts drinking but Ban halts, bringing the mug to eye level. He spots that this cup still has red smears of lipstick stains on it, he’s drunk enough to holler again. “Wash!” He yells, not gripping what Meliodas is talking about as he focuses on the dirty glass. “This place wouldn’t know clean if Mr. Clean himself squeaked in here with a soapy rag.” He holds up his glass, showing no one and everyone in the same go. “Look at this! I’m basically making out with a stranger with these lip marks!”

Finally the bartender glares over to him, and in an exaggerated move Ban points to his current cup before sliding the full mug across the table to clang into all the empty cups waiting for pick up. Meliodas snickers, finishing off his beer with a sloppy wipe of his face on the back of his sleeve. “We’ll have pretty girls serving and picking up the dishes,” Ban determines.

Meliodas’s eyes grow wide, his hand slaps at the table top making the glasses jiggle together in a chiming chorus perfectly timed between songs and the bartender gives an exasperated, audible grunt from behind. “Elizabeth in a cut off shirt with a short, short shirt. Mm-hm, It’d be the uniform, she can’t refuse.”

Meliodas finds this idea brilliant, he’s practically beaming as his mind races with all the things he can ask her to do dressed like that. He’s mumbling, drunk enough to not realize he’s speaking out loud. “Obviously she’ll have to reach for the top shelf stuff, being short has its perks, and bend to pick up the fallen cups…” He’s practically licking his lips about it when Ban laughs.

“If you put Elaine in that ‘uniform’ I’ll knock your block off. C’mon let’s get some more. In, like, clean - CLEAN - glasses’s time.”

Ban’s slurring just about makes sense and Meliodas grins. “I’ll drink to that,” he cries, using the table as support to stand making the pile of glasses clink together from the unstable wobbling. “Alright. I’ll come with ya. We'll carry more with… um… one, two, three, four! Four hands. Right? Right!” He counted it out on his fingers and holds them up with a snorting laugh from his perceived success.

When they reach the bar, however, the staff stand in front of the vast array of multicoloured concoctions forming a firm, supportive line, their shoulders pressed back and some with arms folded across their chest. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, sirs?” the bartender asks, his voice practically dripping with sarcasm.

Meliodas’s head is swimming like a fish in a tank, but even he can make out the insolent tone and his fists are curled by his side in an instant. He’s about to swing when Ban leans over him, nearly knocking him to the floor. “Who you callin’ sirs?” He growls, the effect somewhat undone by the way he leans his hands on Meliodas’s shoulders so hard the blonde loses an inch off his height as he fails to keep his knees straight.

“I will have to ask you to leave.” The bartender’s face is thunder. “Don’t make me call security,” he threatens as Ban leers and cracks his knuckles audibly.

Meliodas has a brief moment of clarity - they ought to leave, they could go back to his and continue their session, Elizabeth is staying at her sister’s tonight - but instead, he shakes his head and yells, “You and who’s army!” He picks up the nearest thing to hand - a dull metal fork, bits of food adhering to the prongs - and starts waving it about in, what he imagines to be, a rather menacing way. The bartender rolls his eyes, and a moment later Meliodas feels himself being picked up by the scruff of the neck and carried towards the exit. He attempts to swing round and to use the cutlery he is carrying but it is pulled from his grasp.

Ban is yelling as they are marched from the premises. “This’s a shithole anyway!” he proclaims, his words all blurring into one another. “You should’ll come t’our bar, it’s got, like, a pig, and a hat and like… it looks good okay, and it’s CLEAN.” Meliodas snickers, “Yeah!” he calls. “And we don’t have any mice either.” At this, the other patrons look around the bar with sharp glances, some pulling their feet up from the floor. A few leave money on the table and make a hasty exit as the bartender slaps his face down into his palm.

“Don’t come back,” the security guard warns as he deposits Meliodas and Ban out on the street before dusting off his hands and stepping back inside.

The pair stand on the sidewalk, swaying slightly as they break into spontaneous giggles. Meliodas claps Ban on the back, the latter nearly careening into the road under the force of his blow. The two look at each other and, in silent agreement, shuffle along, their sides bumping together as they make their way to a rival establishment a few paces along the street.

#nnt #meliodas #ban #melban weekend #thank you for doing this with me Sam!#tw: heavy alcohol consumption #no more than canon #tw: referenced past child abuse #long post

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acciyeohearts · 5 years

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Windows [hrj;pjs]

genre: short horror

characters: Huang Renjun & Park Jisung

warnings: none

word count: 1,615

Description: Renjun was left in charge with babysitting his younger brother, Jisung. It would have been a peaceful night if the unknown caller would stop calling him.

“Be in bed by 10pm okay? Make sure Jisung doesn’t stay up all night playing video games. He’s been playing on his computer all day long, and mom told me he has football practice tomorrow.” Johnny reminded Renjun.

“I can’t believe you’re leaving me with babysitting Jisung while you’re out there partying! This is so unfair!” Renjun whined, glaring at his older brother.

“Hey, who bought you your new phone?” Johnny asked, putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys from the counter. He heard a mumble from his younger sibling, making him smirk. “I’m sorry what was that? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“YOU did. You bought me the phone.” Renjun repeated, rolling his eyes.

Johnny walked over to Renjun and patted his head, “That’s right. I bought you that phone, and you don’t know how expensive that was. Be a good boy or else I’ll take that back.” He warned him. “Now, I ordered pizza for your dinner. It should be here at any minute. When I leave, make sure all the doors and windows are locked. There’s news going around lately that someone’s been breaking into people’s houses and doing unhuman things to them.” Renjun could tell that Johnny was just scaring him, but he still felt a bit uneasy with the idea of a loose mad man walking around their area at night.

“Anyways, you know my number if you have any problems. You could also go to Mrs. Kim’s house if you think something’s off, but you know how much she hates visitors after 8:30. But, I don’t think there would be any problems, right little bro? Just follow mom’s rules and everything would be fine. I’ll come home before sun rises, so don’t wait up for me.” Johnny winked at Renjun before closing the door behind him.

‘Follow mom’s rule.’ Renjun kept repeating this in his head, scowling every time. How could he follow their mom’s rule when 1.) Johnny proved that breaking it wouldn’t really be a big deal as long as you know how to keep your siblings’ mouths shut, 2.) It doesn’t apply to any possible murder attack that might happen.

It was a Friday night, and Johnny was going out with his friends, leaving Renjun and Jisung alone for the whole night or who knows how long. Their parents had decided that a week of vacation is much needed after a very hectic month of work. Renjun would’ve told on Johnny but since the older one bought him a new phone, Johnny practically owns him. So there he was, laying on the couch, watching TV as he scrolls though his phone, a text from Johnny reminding him to get Jisung off the computer. “Jisung, turn off your computer! You’ve been playing on that all day long! It’s night already!” He shouted. As expected, there was no response. Jisung was probably wearing his headset with the game’s volume on high again.

Minutes after Johnny left, Renjun’s phone suddenly rang. He stared at the unknown caller ID for a while before answering it. “Hello?” He greeted, waiting for a response… But there was nothing. Nothing but the sound of heavy breathing on the other line.

Renjun felt a chill down his spine. Quickly ending the call, he looked around the living room as if he’s being watched. He can’t help but imagine the person Johnny was talking about. He imagined a tall man standing behind him, a maniacal smile plastered on his face, as he waits for Renjun to turn around at the right time and then whack him with his huge axe! A man like that would do god-knows-what to two helpless boys who were alone in their house.

The teenage boy could feel his body tense up as he starts to think of another possible scenario. Luckily, he quickly pushed the thoughts aside thinking of a more logical situation. The call earlier could obviously just be a prank call made by someone he probably gave his number to, but forgot to ask for theirs. But just to be sure, Renjun got up and locked all the doors and windows. As he made his way back to the couch, his phone rang once again, this time from a different unknown number.

“Hello?” He answered, trying his best to talk normally. There still wasn’t any answer aside from the heavy breathing, like the one before. “Hello??? Look, whoever you are could you please stop?! I’ll call the police on you, if you call again.” And with that he ended the phone call. After a few seconds, the phone rang once again. Fed up, Renjun answered the phone not bothering to check the caller ID. “Listen here pal! I-“

“Have you checked the windows upstairs?” Asked a very deep voice. There was something sinister about the way the person spoke, and it made Renjun very uneasy. Chills run through his body as he stared at his phone, partially wishing he didn’t answer the call. He franticly ran upstairs, checking all the bedroom windows. As he made his way towards Jisung’s room, he heard the young boy laughing his heart out. “Really? He even shouted at you? Dude we really scared him good!” He heard the younger sibling exclaimed, bursting into another fit of laughter.

Anger boiled over Renjun’s as he slams the door open. “Do you think your little prank was funny? I could’ve died because of a heart attack!” Renjun shouted, storming over to Jisung, yanking the boy’s headset, and throwing it somewhere in the room. “Hey! I bought that with my own money!” Jisung got up, checking on the headset. Renjun took the opportunity to unplug Jisung’s desktop. “Hyung, you’re being over dramatic! It was just a prank call. You didn’t have to pull the cord. We were in a middle of a raid!” The younger sibling walked over to the electric socket, only to be blocked by Renjun.

“I don’t care if you were in a middle of a raid. Obviously you didn’t know that there’s news going around about someone breaking into people’s houses, doing inhumanly things to the residents inside. You seriously scared the hell out of me.” Renjun glared at Jisung, feeling the draft from the window hit him. He went up to it, and shut it closed. He turned around to scold at his younger brother once more, but his thoughts stopped when he swore he saw something move in Jisung’s closet. Renjun closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, pushing all thoughts aside. “That wasn’t funny.”

Jisung stared at his hyung, guilt eating him up. He could tell how destress and uneasy Renjun was by the way he was counting down his breaths. Jisung knew how easily scared Renjun was, and with the news about the maniac going around, he would have been scared too. The two stood there in awkward silence, none of them speaking up.

Just then the doorbell rang, startling the boys. “That must be the pizza.” Renjun mumbled, making his way out the bedroom. He stopped a few steps from the closet door, and stared at it. Somehow he could feel someone staring back at him.

After getting the pizza, the two sat down at the dining table, quietly eating their dinner until Renjun cleared his throat. “So that prank you did…” He started not taking his eyes off of his pizza, “You really got me when you asked if I checked the windows upstairs. How did Chenle even managed to make his voice that deep? Or was that you who made that call?”

Jisung furrowed his eyebrows at Renjun in confusion. “We didn’t talk when we called you. We just did the breathing ones. What are you talking about checking the windows?”

Renjun felt his stomach turn as soon as Jisung said that. He felt another wave of uneasiness and fear over his body as he looked at Jisung. He search his face for any signs that this was another prank, but Jisung’s face shows nothing but curious and confusion. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “Nevermind, I must have been imagining things. Let’s just finish eating and run to the store. Mom left us a list of groceries to do, and we haven’t bought anything since they left. We’d be dead if they get home and found out we didn’t do it.”

“Can’t we do it tomorrow? It’s already dark outside, and I have football practice tomorrow.” Jisung whined.

“Well too bad for you. If you hadn’t played that game all day, you wouldn’t be tired.”

“I’m not going and you can’t make me.”

“I’ll buy you two pints of ice cream. It’s all yours if you come with me, how about that?” Renjun offered, earning a wide grin and multiple nods from the maknae.

The two finished their dinner in an instant, ready to head out. “Oh wait, I need to get my phone.” Jisung said, about to walk up the stairs when a loud thud was heard. “Hyung… what was that?”

The two stared up at the stairs, “Must be the wind blowing the door shut. Anyways, we should go before the store close. Here, use my phone to keep you from getting bored.” Renjun quickly fish out his phone from his pocket, and gave it to Jisung. He then pushed the younger one out the house, closing the door behind them.

“Hyung, are you okay? You seem very uneasy…” ignoring Jisung’s questions, Renjun kept pushing him.

When they were finally a few meters away, Renjun turned his head to the house, his blood running cold as he stared at the man who was standing behind Jisung’s window.

#NCT #NCT Dream #Renjun #Park Jisung #Huang Renjun #NCT Renjun #NCT Jisung #NCT Imagine #NCT Horror #Renjun Imagine #Jisung Imagine #spooktober #Johnny Suh #NCT Johnny

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taylorhardybby · 6 years

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sequinned booty’s and baby blues// two.

Hey, so its been a while and this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I’m really sorry about that. currently, I’m almost done writing chapter 4 ( I like to be ahead) so if I get some feedback ill probably post chapter 3 pretty soon. as always this is proudly trash but I try really hard so I hope you enjoy. please leave feedback (OF ANY KIND)

this is like half edited so apologies

until then xo- I

3k words

It was almost a week until Lila saw them again, she had spent her nights and early mornings working at the bar. At first the job seemed hard but, in the end, she loved it. Although the wage wasn’t great, tips made up for it. With a flirty smile and unbuttoning a few extra buttons Lila’s tips almost doubled and she couldn’t be happier.

Most of her days were spent writing music. She was desperate to get enough money for a piano, but she knew that would take a while. That was the first thing she missed from home. Her piano. She had gotten it as a birthday gift when she was 7 and it was one of her most prized possessions. That was in the past now.

Currently, she was standing in the bar, it was 5pm and apart from the two men in the corner of the bar, it was empty. The band for tonight was supposed to arrive any minute, so while she waited Lila wiped down all the tables and helped tidy the bar. Lila was so distracted stacking the clean glasses that when she heard a cough, she dropped the glass in her hand.

She turned so quickly curses spilled from her lips but quickly stopped when she saw who had scared her. Roger. The angel-faced drummer, that could charm the pants off anyone. Not that’s Lila cared it had been a while since she got any and she was sure he’d be good. She just liked the chase.

“Hello Lila” his voice was so amazing, and Lila couldn’t help but imagine how it would sound in bed,

“Hello Roger, how are you” she tried to play hard to get she really did, but she knew, and he probably did too, that he was just much too attractive for his own good.

“much better now you’re here love, could I grab a drink thanks” he was flirting, fucking typical. As Lila poured his drink, they chatted about nothing in particular.

As they set up and practised a few notes, the bar began to fill, and it got increasing busy. The show went well, everyone cheered them on, Lila found herself bopping and long to most of the songs. By the end, she had memorised most of the lyrics and even a few chords. She wrote them down on a napkin that she put in her back pocket.

It was past 1 and the bar was finally slowing down, the boys were packing up finally after doing another unplanned half set and they all looked exhausted. Lila poured four pints and walked them backstage.

Freddie was the first to see her,

“Darling, how great were we” the smile on his face made her smile as well and even though they were barely strangers she felt much calmer in his presence.

“absolutely amazing, you guys are wonderful” although Freddie was the only one around, she was sure her compliments would get back to everyone soon enough,

“we really are aren’t we” they both laughed softly.

Lila placed the drinks on a nearby table and sat down on the chair, sighing as she sat down.

“Lila, darling you are absolutely gorgeous. But you look complete exhausted” Freddie sat down next to her and pushed the hair that framed her face back.

“how long have you been working today” Lila looked at her watch and did the mental math,

“well I started just after midday so about 13 hours give or take” Freddie gasped and tutted

“You will run yourself ragged working like that”

“I’m not working tomorrow so I’ll be fine,” Lila said aloud more so to convince herself, but she needed the money. She had told her self she wouldn’t touch her trust money unless she absolutely needed it. She didn’t.

Lila went back to the bar and Hudson told her to finish up she could go home. He gave her the weeks’ pay which she tucked away in the pocket of her coat. She grabbed her small purse and started walking home. It was cold. She had her big red coat, which was doing a lousy job of keeping her warm. Her uniform consisted of black high waisted shorts and a white long-sleeved button up. She left more than necessary buttons undone and always wore her best push up bra. She left her hair out in its natural waves and did her usual minimal natural makeup. As for footwear, she wore her knee-high heeled black boots and some tan stocking underneath. It was a simple uniform, but it was flattering.

Never the less when she was walking home of a night even with her coat, she was cold. She had barely gotten 100m from the pub when a van pulled up beside her, she moved away from the road and kept walking.

“Lila, do you want a lift home” it was Roger, she let out a sigh of relief as she turned.

“It’s fine really It’s only a 10-minute walk” she didn’t want to be annoying,

“It’s late and it’s not safe to be walking around, just get in love” Lila nodded and mumbled an okay as she walked around to get in the passenger seat.

Lila gave the easy directions and Roger drove, he pulled up directly out the front and Lila thanked him. He waited as she walked over to the door and started fishing around in her purse for the keys.

“fuck me” she tried to say it quietly, but the annoyance was obvious. Roger had a cigarette dangling out of his mouth, as he watched her stand at the door.

“everything ‘right”

“I can’t find my keys, I must have forgotten them when I rushed to work earlier” she ran a hand through her hair and exhaled loudly.

Roger thought for a moment, but his intentions were totally innocent,

“you could come to stay with me, just wait until the morning to sort it out” he took the final drab of his cigarette before continuing, “Fred said you had the day off tomorrow”

Lila thought about it, she really had nowhere else to go.

“are you sure”

“positive”

“okay if it’s alright, I promise I'll pay you back somehow”

“Oh, I’m sure you will” Roger teased, and winked at Lila. She scoffed as she sat back in the van.

The night went fairly normal. Roger insisted on taking the couch and letting Lila have his bed, but Lila refused to kick him out of his own bed. So, they mutually agreed to share the bed. As they laid in darkness Lila faced the wall, away from Roger, smiling.

As much as she hated to admit it to herself, he was cute and charming. it could never happen. She would not let it happen. It wasn’t hard to understand his reputation and she would not become one of those girls. She didn’t want to get tangled up in a boy. She was here for the music.

She woke up just after sunrise, after quickly finding a notebook and pen she wrote a thank you note and left some money on top. She snuck out as quietly as she could, but she tripped on the mat, landing with a thud. Earning her a dirty look from the old lady down the hall that was collecting her paper.

Lila sat out the front of her apartment building until one of the neighbours walked out and she snuck in through the door after them. She thought that she had been clever to leave a key hidden by her door, but she had conveniently forgotten about needing a key for the apartment door.

Once she got inside, she showered and flopped back into bed, falling into a deep sleep. It was as just passed midday when she woke so after some coffee and a cookie, she started writing.

When I'm with you, I can never read your mind Why don't you know? I'm lying when I say I'm fine

Why don't you learn how to love me? When I can't sleep, would you hold me? I'd only cry if I can't speak Should've shown you how to love me

Lila sat on her living room floor scrap paper filled with lyrics and chords surrounding her, as she sang lyrics and strummed out the melody on her guitar. Her perfect voice filled the practically bare apartment, giving each word a perfect echo. If you had of been listening, you could have sworn it was an angel.

It was dark out by the time the song was finished to Lila’s standards. She was happy, over the last week she had written countless songs but none of them felt so right. As a treat she started to run the bath, adding in some of the cheap shampoos she had brought to make bubbles. Baths always relaxed her, as her body felt like it was aching.

As she sat in the bath, she made a mental list of what she needed to do.

Firstly, she needed to get her hands on a piano. It was killing her not being able to compose on one and if she dipped into her trust money, she should have enough to get one second-hand.

Secondly, she needed to try and line up some gigs. She didn’t start until 4pm tomorrow so she would spend most of her day walking around to the cafes and bars nearby.

Thirdly she needed to buy more coffee. That was absolutely essential.

The bath water eventually went cold, so she got out and dried off, changing into some bell bottom jeans and mustard coloured cropped tee that she tied into a knot. She grabbed her purse and keys and left her apartment.

The weeks went on and nothing much changed. Lila worked into the early morning hours most nights, she would write all day and on days off she would walk around the city trying to get gigs. Nothing worked. Nowhere would let her play. She had been to every single Queen performance since she stayed at Roger’s. According to him, that was how she was paying him back.

Lila grew closer with the entire band.

She and Freddie would spend hours shopping and creating new ‘stage clothes’. Funnily enough, she was roughly the same size, so Freddie practically used Lila as a human mannequin. She didn’t mind. She loved how Freddie would shower her with compliments and boost her confidence like no other. Freddie reminded her of Rosie. Lila tried to ignore how much she missed Rosie, so she distracted herself with Freddie.

Brian became sort of a big brother to Lila, he very quickly became the one for all sorts of advice and help. He also came in handy when Lila had to build her furniture, she was slowly filling her apartment with. Brian reminded her of home, it helped more than he probably knew.

John was quiet and just watched from afar for the first month or so, that was he found Lila out the back of the pub she worked at sobbing. Lila had a bad day, from not being able to pick up jobs to slicing her hand on a broken glass had been her tipping point. He held her and listened to her rambling until she calmed down. He would ask how she was, and it was like he could read through all her bullshit, he just knew. John reminded her of Sadie, though she would never admit it. Not even to herself.

That left Roger. From the moment Roger and Lila stood in the same room the sexual tension was so thick you could choke. From longing stares and lust filled glances, playful banter and suggestive comments from both sides it was so blinding obvious what they both wanted. It was like it had become a game. Who would crack first? Who would give in.? Lila thought she had the advantage. She would wear her short skirts and low tops; her hair fell perfectly, and she would sway her hips just slightly more. It drove Roger absolutely wild. He knew exactly what she was doing. Two could play that game. He would wear his shirts unbuttoned and hair messy, his smirk would dance across his face whenever their eyes met. Lila swears she had never been more sexually frustrated in her life.

In the almost three months she had known the boys they had never once asked why she came to London, and in fear of what they would think Lila never told them about her music. She would go to plenty of their band practices and gigs and sing along softly but never enough to catch their attention.

That was until they had all come to her apartment in the afternoon, the only one of them that had ever been inside of her apartment was Brian and they were curious. So, she offered to cook dinner for them. She had the day off, so Lila had gone to the local food market and collected all her ingredients for her favourite meal. She had cleaned the entire apartment, or so she thought she had grown so accustomed to the papers covered in sheet music and lyrics that she just straightens them, not thinking to move or hide them.

When she heard the door knock it was, of course, Brian and John, perfectly on time. Lila welcomed them in offering drinks and what not. The three sat around in her living room just chatting as they waited for the other two to arrive. Roger arrived next. Looking absolute ravishing of course, not that Lila would ever let Roger know that.

“ finally gracing us with your presence” Lila tone was jokingly as she took his coat and hung it up for him, Roger got distracted by Lila’s ass before she shook himself out of his trance and commented back,

“yeah well I was deciding if I wanted to be poisoned or not” they both playfully rolled their eyes and they got comfortable in the living room, joining in with Brain and Johns conversation

Freddie arrived not much later, fashionably late of course. Dinner goes well everyone enjoys Lila’s cooking, playful banter was thrown across the table and everyone had a smile. After dinner, everyone retreated back into the living room and Roger is fidgeting with the papers sitting on the table next to him, too distracted by Lila’s tight Demin skirt and dusty rosy coloured shirt that’s expertly tied just above her navel. Her legs are crossed, and her head was held up by her arm resting on the edge of the sofa. She was listening so intently to Brian’s story about space or something boring that Roger was sure of.

He looks down at the paper in his hands. It's lyrics. Song lyrics. The music notes below it is a dead giveaway. Roger read through the lyrics quickly and he didn’t recognise them, so it must be an original song. The lyric seemed so personal but also so familiar and before he could think the words fell from his lips,

“Lila why didn’t you tell us you wrote music” the shock on her face cause him off guard, she looked so embarrassed, which he couldn’t understand the song was amazing he was sure it. Lyrically it was stunning.

“Oh, it uh never really came up I guess” Roger rolled his eyes, why would she hide this. She was clearly talented. But before he could question further Freddie jumped in,

“so you sing my darling, what about instruments” Lila nodded and looked down playing with her hands as she spoke

“Yeah I uh I sing, and I play the guitar, and piano since preschool and little drums as well” she paused before continuing “I played bass a little in high school as well, but it hurt my fingers too much, so I gave up” they all sat there astounded.

Lila. Their Lila sounded like a music prodigy and there she was working in some dodgy bar in downtown London.

“well love you must simply play something for us, something you’ve written please” Lila shook her head,

“Fred i-I couldn’t, I’ve played in front of plenty of people but you’re the best musicians I’ve ever seen It would just be embarrassing” Freddie wasn’t having any of it he wanted to hear Lila play. He would hear Lila play if it was the last thing he did.

“well then I refuse to leave until you do so” roger piped up as well,

“me too I wanna hear you” this encouraged Brian and John who both joined the mini protest. Lila rolled her eyes and stood up, of course, they were going to be stubborn mules.

“if it really means that much I’ll play, let me grab my guitar” she scurried off and they all started chatting excitedly. Worried that they may have gotten their hopes up, what if she was bad. They all promised they wouldn’t embarrass her or hurt her feelings no matter what she sounded like.

They all watched her every move as she sat on the armrest, a crème coloured acoustic guitar in her hand. She took a deep breath and started playing,

When I'm with you

I can never read your mind Why don't you know I'm lying when I say I'm fine Why don't you learn

How to love me When I can't sleep Would you hold me I'd only cry If I can't speak Should've to show you How to love me

Her voice was so angelic. Everyone sat there in awe as she played and sand the entire song not missing a beat. Her dainty fingers danced across the strings playing chords like they were made for her. She finished, and nobody moved. Everyone was so entranced by her voice and the melody to even say a word.

“I knew it was bad, I …i shouldn’t have played just forget” Freddie scoffed he looked almost offended,

“forget, you want me to forget the best voice I’ve ever heard, darling you’re an angel” Lila tried to shoot down the compliment, but no one would let her get a word in between their praises.

“play us another darling will you please”

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A Night In ~ Bucky Barnes x Reader Oneshot

A/N: I’m straight up out of titles and this is just an excuse to write cuddly fluffy Bucky cuz I’m a sucker for it. I hope you enjoy! This has been sitting in my drafts forever.

Summary: What the title says

Characters/Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff

Rating: K+

Word Count: 1254

You stopped in the kitchen to make some tea before locking yourself in your room to finish the report you had been avoiding. It took so long that you missed dinner, but you finally submitted it to Steve and Maria.

You were relaxing on your balcony debating whether to eat or just go to sleep. You were close to drifting off when there was a sharp knock on your door.

“FRIDAY, please unlock my door.”

“Yes, miss.”

“Steve, if you’re here to yell at me about the report you should go check your inbox,” you called from the chaise, still staring up at the stars.

“Wrong super soldier, doll.”

“Bucky, what are you doing here?” you asked, nearly falling in your haste to stand up.

“You missed dinner. I thought you might be hungry,” he explained holding up the greasy paper bag.

The second the smell of food hit you, you nearly sprinted to his side to grab the bag from him.

“You are my favorite person in the entire universe right now,” you groaned as you tossed a French fry into your mouth.

“Aren’t I always?”

“Nope. Not always. Sometimes Sam brings me yummy chocolate.”

Ignoring his glare, you quickly cleared off your desk and laid out the food, surprised by the amount he had brought.

“Four burgers? How much do you think I can eat?”

“Two are for me, doll.” He sounded like that should have been obvious, but his expression quickly became unsure. “I thought we would eat together. I can just go back to my room, if you’d rather. I thought we were catching up tonight. I’ll just go,” he stammered out in a rush.

“No, no. Don’t go. I didn’t mean it like that. I just assumed you’d eaten with the team,” you sputtered just as hurriedly. Taking a deep breath, you smiled at him, “Please. Sit.”

You rolled your desk chair towards him as you settled on top of your storage ottoman. Once you had demolished one full burger and half of the fries, you were feeling much more alert.

“Okay, so now that I’m human again and not hangry, exhausted, crazy person, hi. Thank you for my dinner.”

Bucky chuckled at the sudden change in your demeanor.

“Hi. You’re very welcome, doll.”

“I didn’t think Ralph’s delivered this far out.”

His cheeks turned the slightest shade of pink as he admitted they didn’t.

“You drove all the way out there just to bring me dinner?”

You were touched by the gesture.

“I know you love Ralph’s as much as you hate writing mission reports, so I figured it would balance things out.”

“Better be careful, Barnes. You’re starting to spoil me,” you teased. “The others might think I’m your favorite.”

“You are,” he replied immediately.

It was your turn to blush, and you quickly turned your attention back to the food. He let you eat in peace, but you could feel his eyes on you.

“So, since all I did for six weeks was shadow creepy men in dirty bars, why don’t you kick off this whole catching up thing?” you suggested as you polished off your second burger.

“It wasn’t all that exciting. I beat up some bad guys. Fought with Sam. You know, he’s a lot more annoying when you’re not around.”

“I’m sure he would say the same about you. Steve is a terrible referee.”

“Well it’s a new role for him. Don’t forget I was usually the one pulling him out of alleys,” he reminded you with a fond smile. “Punk never did know when to quit.”

“Still doesn’t. But at least he can throw a punch now,” you joked.

“True,” he agreed thoughtfully, “But anyways, yeah, nothing really happened that wouldn’t go in a mission report and I don’t think you want to hear that.”

“You are not wrong.”

“This was a dumb idea wasn’t it?” He asked after a moment and you looked at him in confusion, terrified that he was regretting spending time together. “Having us catch up, I mean. We should just be hanging out.”

The coil of fear in your gut loosened and you summoned all of your composure.

“I mean it only makes sense that the past six weeks were so boring. We are the most interesting people in each other’s lives,” you quipped, smirking at him.

“You’re so very right, doll,” he grinned. “So, what interesting thing shall we do for the rest of the evening?”

The idea of actually moving, even if it was with Bucky was extremely unappealing to you at the moment.

“Let’s think,” you mumbled around yawn, cursing the burgers for your inevitable food coma.

You glanced at Bucky who once again looked like he was having some sort of internal debate.

“Here’s an idea. It’s super adventurous. Do you think you’re up for it?”

“Absolutely,” You answered as eagerly as you could.

“I go get the pint of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream that I have stashed in my freezer and we watch a movie and I make good on the cuddles I owe you.”

“Sounds heavenly.”

“In that case, I’ll be right back.”

He hopped to his feet taking the trash with him. Smiling to yourself, you sat in the center of your bed and started scrolling through movies. Bucky returned with the ice cream and two spoons before you could decide.

You made grabby hands at him and he just laughed kicking off his sneakers before setting the ice cream down on your bedside table and tackling you. You gasped as his weight settled on top of you, comforting you like a blanket.

“Bucky, what are you doing?” you shrieked as he nuzzled into your neck.

He pulled back and looked at you, obviously amused. You were working on keeping your breathing steady, giddy to feel his arms around you after so long away.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I assumed the grabby hands meant you wanted me. Did you just want the ice cream?”

Snorting, you ran a hand through his hair affectionately.

“I can’t want both?”

“I suppose that’s alright.”

Still when he rolled off of you, you whined quietly. His smirk told you he had heard it and you turned your attention back to the TV.

He grabbed the ice cream and scooted back against the headboard, patting the spot next to him.

“Come here, doll.”

You crawled over to him before settling against his left side. His metal arm immediately came to rest on your waist as he offered you a spoon.

“So what are we watching tonight?”

“Your choice. I’m up for anything.”

“Only because you’re going to pass out in the next ten seconds,” he teased.

“Not true,” you yawned. “I’ll last at least 35 with this ice cream.”

“Whatever you say.”

You took a few more bites of ice cream before laying your head on his chest and scooching further down in the bed, drifting off. You woke up when you felt him leaving the bed, and you pouted and made grabby hands at him again.

Chuckling he held the ice cream out to you and you narrowed your eyes.

“I don’t want the ice cream, you dork. I want you.”

“Finally she admits it,” he smirked as he put the ice cream in your freezer.

“Don’t look so smug,” you muttered as you climbed under the covers and waited for him.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he whispered as he slid in next to you wrapping you in his warm embrace. “I want you too.”

A/N: Man I love cuddly Bucky so much. I know I said I have a problem but I’m really actually okay with it. Lol. I hope you enjoyed. Thanks for reading. <3

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