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MLWTBB: First Time For Everything

aka the (continued) journey into my self insert nonsense✨

chapter summary: Hannah finally gets to have her meeting with Madame Eldya, but her anxiety and Eldya’s droids threaten to ruin everything.

notes: this is a continuation of my story, “My Life With The Bad Batch”; I highly recommend reading that first before this one! I created a few new planets for this story. I’m also not 100% versed in SW terminology, so forgive me if some things are labeled incorrectly! each chapter will be rated accordingly, as opposed to the overall fic. lastly, there is romance in this story. hope you enjoy! 💙

add. notes: this chapter was edited and proofread by my sis @jam-n-ham! thanks sis!! 😋💙

Chapter 9, 5100+ words, rated T (mild gun violence, but nobody gets hurt thankfully 🙏🏻)

previous chapters: Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

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Don’t panic. Stay Focused. That’s what Hannah kept telling herself as she followed Madame Eldya out of the grand assembly and back into the large hallway. A familiar pounding sensation was in her chest that she hadn’t experienced since all the way back on Volruna. Back then, she thought things couldn’t get any crazier than being forced into serving customers at the Prism Palace. Yet here she was, on her own, being led through the largest building she’d ever seen by the most stuck-up rich person she’d ever met. With two large sentry droids looming on either side of her to boot. Initially, Hannah had been overcome with the wonder and grandiose of it all, but now, she might as well have been being led to her own grave.

If only she could’ve had one of her friends there with her. That was the whole reason they’d come along, after all. If Hannah thought she could’ve handled things on her own, she already would have. When Cid first approached Hannah about going on this mission in the first place, it hadn’t even crossed her mind to have the Bad Batch there with her. She thought Cid wanted her to go alone. It wasn’t until Cid reassured her that the others were going with her that she even agreed to the idea at all. The last thing Hannah wanted was to be alone again.

But she wasn’t really alone, was she? Her family was still there, after all. Technically. Once she was done with this meeting, she could be with them again. And if all went well, the meeting wouldn’t take that long, and they could all go about with their lives and not have to think about Eldya and her rude assistants ever again, if they could help it.

Those were thoughts for later though. Hannah had to focus on the task at hand. And to help with that, she told herself the same thing she told herself back on Volruna, before she’d taken the stage to put on that outrageous performance. She wasn’t just doing this for herself, she was doing it for her family too.

As she was lost in thought, Hannah moved on autopilot, like she often did when she got stuck in her own brain. Too many times she had joked to the others about how she could put on a whole performance in her head while doing chores or even driving a speeder. Tech also did the same thing apparently, although for him it was often things like math equations or reciting formulas over and over instead of pretend scenarios. Wrecker liked the idea of imagining pretend things though, which he often did when he was in the shower or mindlessly minding his own business. And Hunter said it was impossible for him to do anything of the sort due to his senses constantly taking up most of his brain space. It was sad to think that he suffered from that all the time and couldn’t grant himself the pleasure of something as simple as dreaming. Maybe he had just been overexaggerating. Then again, it was hard gauging Hunter sometimes. As straightforward as he was, he was still a mystery in many ways. It was both frustrating and... alluring. Not knowing everything about Hunter was exciting in every form of the word. It was only one of many reasons why she...

No, no. Not here. Not the time. She could think about all that later. She had a job to do.

By then, Eldya had led Hannah and the droids to a small elevator. It was barely big enough to hold all four of them, and the droids actually had to duck down a bit just to fit inside. Hannah felt uncomfortable being so close to them. She was afraid at any moment that one of them could grab her and squeeze her to death with just one hand. It was like the opposite of how she felt about Wrecker, even though she knew he could easily do the same thing.

The silence that filled the elevator was deafening. Up until then, neither she nor Eldya had spoken a word to each other, which was fine. Other noises had filled the quiet space between them, along with Hannah’s own personal thoughts. But it was so quiet within the elevator, Hannah couldn’t think. The only noise she could hear besides her own breathing was the soft mechanical whirr of the droids on either side of her. More reason to fear them, she thought. Although she held no personal vendetta against droids like the Clones did, these particular droids had an ominousness to them that she’d never seen before. She began to understand why Hunter and Echo had been so cautious of them.

Less than a minute later, the elevator reached its destination and the doors slid open. Hannah felt like she could finally breathe again and let out a relieved sigh as she exited the elevator.

“Not a fan of elevators?” Madame Eldya asked, finally breaking the silence between them.

“Oh, no they’re fine,” Hannah responded. “I’m just... glad that we’re finally here, that’s all.”

Madame Eldya hummed in acknowledgment and gestured for Hannah to continue following her.

The hallway they’d stepped into was tall, but narrow. The same shimmering, water-like chandeliers hung overhead, but what was most noticeable was the overwhelming radiance of natural light feeding through the left side of the hall. The entirety of the left wall was made of transparisteel, like one giant window, with the intricate golden etching decorated across it. Coupled with the crystals of the chandeliers, the light feeding in made the entire hallway glisten like the floors of the grand assembly. Hannah couldn’t help herself and held a hand out to let the shimmery golden lights dance across her skin, like she’d done at the entryway of the Prism Palace.

The door to Eldya’s office sat in the middle of the hall, opposite the window-like wall. To Hannah’s surprise, it was quite plain compared to the other doors in the building. It lacked any sort of special coloring or decoration. However, she noticed that even when standing directly in front of it, the light coming in coupled with the etching left a decorative pattern displayed on the door unnoticeable from any other area in the hall. A simple trick, but a lovely one, Hannah thought.

In an odd move, Eldya ordered her droids to stand guard outside as opposed to coming in with her. She informed Hannah that was just how much she valued her privacy, which Hannah honestly both respected and related to. It was truly strange how many things there were about Eldya that Hannah found solidarity in. Even her style was something Hannah could see herself emulating to a certain degree. If Eldya wasn’t so judgmental and prude, Hannah could even see the two of them potentially becoming friends. It was a shame, really.

Unlike the door, the office itself was easily the most extravagant area in the entire building. It emulated places she’d seen before, like Cid’s office and The Krag’s home, with many exclusive pieces of art and other trinkets that decorated the space. Unlike the other places though, everything in Eldya’s office reeked of value and poshness. Even Krag’s things had a quirky charm to them that was lacking here. It also appeared that quite literally everything in the room had some sort of gold accent on it. If nothing else, Eldya had a theme she liked and she stuck with it. Yet another thing Hannah both related to and respected.

A fairly large desk sat near the back of the room surrounded by a few chairs, with one larger chair at the back. The top of the desk had a similar golden marbled look like the floor of the grand assembly, and all of the chair cushions were the same deep red of the others in the building. Again, it was reminiscent of the other offices Hannah knew, but whereas Cid and The Krag liked to display things on their desks, Eldya’s was devoid of anything on it whatsoever. It was like she wanted the only thing noticeable at the desk to be herself, which made sense for someone like her.

Very gracefully, Eldya took a seat at the larger chair behind the desk and instructed Hannah to take a seat across from her. The feathers that made up Eldya’s mantle were perfectly framed with the chair she sat in and made it look like an elaborate throne. Coupled with Eldya’s regal posture, Hannah genuinely felt like she was about to speak to a powerful queen instead of a businesswoman.

The room fell silent for a moment as Hannah got comfortable in her seat. Eldya took in the silence and let it linger just long enough to make Hannah wonder if she should be the first to speak or not.

“Well,” Eldya said, finally breaking the silence. “Here we are. Away from the hustle and bustle. No more interruptions. I can say with the utmost confidence that for the time being, you have my undivided attention.” She clasped her hands together and gently placed them in her own lap. “So then... let’s hear it. Give me your best pitch, as they call it. I’m listening.”

As the room fell silent again, Hannah’s anxiety skyrocketed to almost an unbearable level. She felt like she might throw up. Her mind went blank, like every thought in her head had been flushed down a drain, save for the nagging anxiousness that was pounding into her entire body. Like Eldya, she too had her hands folded in her lap, except she was nervously fiddling with the lace of her skirt. Everything that she had planned to say was absent from her consciousness, but she knew she had to say something. She wouldn’t let this trip be for nothing. She couldn’t.

“W-well, first of all,” Hannah began, slightly stammering. “Thank you for taking the time to do this. I’ve seen firsthand how busy you are, so it’s greatly appreciated that you--”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Eldya interrupted, waving her hand nonchalantly. “Now please, get on with it. I’m quite done with the pleasantries.”

An ironic statement, Hannah thought to herself. Her head cocked slightly and a forced smile spread on her lips. “Apologies. Umm...” She let out a soft sigh and tried to think of what to say next. Enough silence went by that Eldya ended up being the one to speak again.

“Let me ask you this. If I were to say that I was looking for someone to assist in my needs and demands, what would your response be?”

Hannah didn’t need to think long to respond to that. “I would ask exactly what it is you’re looking for. Your needs and demands could mean any number of things.”

“Exactly,” Eldya promptly responded. “I’ve become quite tired of going from place to place, person to person, trying to find sources who can supply exactly what I’m looking for. I have very... specific requirements when it comes to things like business and personal desires. I want to know that the people I’m working with can both be trusted and meet my necessary demands.” Her already stern face turned into a scowl as she leaned forward in her chair. “And you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to find people who meet these criteria.”

Hannah gave a slight nod and her mouth turned up into a small forced smile. It wasn’t surprising at all to hear this from Eldya considering how stingy of a person she was, but naturally she kept that to herself, like she’d been doing the entire day.

“So that begs the question,” Eldya continued, leaning back in her chair again. “Can your employer meet the criteria or not?”

“Well,” Hannah began, letting out a small sigh. “That depends on what you’re looking for exactly, Madame. Cid has all kinds of connections and can provide many different kinds of services.” She was prompted to share some examples, which Hannah provided, thankfully without much issue. Her anxiety hadn’t completely wiped her memory apparently. Despite this, Eldya still didn’t seem too impressed. Especially when Hannah began speaking about her escorts.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” Eldya stated, as if she hadn’t already been brutally honest the entire day. “If I wanted to work with artificial soldiers, I would’ve been doing business with the Empire already. And frankly, I’d much rather deal with the robotic kind that don’t speak back as opposed to ones with slightly more brain power.”

One of Hannah’s eyes began to twitch, and she was afraid that smoke was starting to pour out of her ears from how much she was fuming. She didn’t consider herself an angry person, and there weren’t that many things that actually got her riled up. But when it came to people insulting or hurting her loved ones, there was no calming her rage. How dare Eldya put the Clones on the same level as droids. Were this any other instance, Hannah would’ve immediately gone into a passionate rant in the Clones’ defense. More so than any other time that day, Hannah was using all the strength she possessed to hold herself back. But in her mind, she was lobbing absolutely terrible insults at Eldya for even daring to speak such things about the Clones. About her family.

Somehow though, Hannah managed to find a way to refute Eldya’s statement in a calm, professional manner. “Madame, I understand your hesitancy. But my escorts aren’t like other soldiers. And I can assure you with my own life that you won’t find better people to take care of your needs than those men. I’m living proof of it.”

Perhaps it was the determined look on Hannah’s face that did the trick, but Eldya didn’t directly retort the assertion. She gave a snide chuff and told Hannah that she would have to take her word for it, but didn’t seem entirely sold on the matter either. It was starting to feel like there was legitimately nothing that would impress this woman. Especially after the next comment she made.

“Listen... Hannah, was it? I really don’t know how I can spell this out any differently. But I can no longer allot any of my time to this trivial matter. I need results, not the same old spiel I’ve heard a thousand times over.” Once again, Eldya leaned forward in her chair, only this time, she gave Hannah the coldest, sternest look imaginable. “So please, enlighten me. Tell me exactly why I should continue wasting my time with this conversation. What could your savant boss and beloved escorts do for me that any other persons in a similar business could not?”

For what felt like the millionth time that day, the room fell completely silent. Hannah was certain all the color was beginning to drain from her already pale skin. She could say any number of things to Eldya in response to her question. But none of it felt like it would be good enough for the stingy Madame. Much like back in the Prism Palace, Hannah felt like she’d been helplessly backed into a corner with no way out. Back then, her friends had been the ones to come to her aid and rescue her from her plight. But not even they could save her now. In fact, in a certain way, Hannah was the one who needed to rescue them from Eldya’s hypercritical wrath.

The real question now was... could she rescue them?

Hannah opened her mouth in an attempt to respond, but nothing came out. Her voice was lost, drowned out by her own insecurities. Story of her life.

“Hannah? Hannah, are you there?” The sudden sound of Hunter’s voice disrupted everything, and Hannah nearly flew out of her seat in shock. Eldya seemed more disturbed than surprised, mostly because the voice seemed to be coming from Hannah herself.

“What is that?” Eldya inquired with disgust. “And where is it coming from?”

Hannah’s hand was on her chest in an attempt to quell the fast beating of her heart. In doing so, she realized the voice was ironically coming out of her chest. Or more specifically, the comlink she’d been given by her friends that she’d hidden in her chest earlier that day.

“Hannah, if you can hear me, respond, it’s important,” Hunter’s voice once again emitted from Hannah’s chest area. His tone was urgent, almost desperate, and Hannah’s heart began racing more.

“Umm, excuse me for one moment please,” Hannah said as she stood up out of her chair. She walked a few feet away and turned around so Eldya wouldn’t see her pulling her comlink out of her own cleavage. “What is it, Hunter?” she spoke into the comlink in a hushed, irritated tone. “I’m kinda busy right now.”

“Where are you?” Hunter asked, still sounding concerned. “Are you ok? Is Eldya with you?”

Hannah almost couldn’t believe he was even asking something like that. And more importantly, why? “I’m fine? I’m with Eldya, we’re talking.”

She began to ask what was going on, but was cut off by Hunter urgently informing her that something was wrong with Eldya’s droids. Hannah had already guessed by Hunter’s tone that something had gone wrong, and hearing that the something was the droids that he had been suspicious of earlier wasn’t that surprising. Then Hunter began telling her that the droids were specifically looking for Eldya and that the two of them needed to get somewhere safe.

Before he could say anything else, Eldya decided to speak up, loudly. “What is the hold up over there?”

Hannah cringed at the loudness of her voice and quickly turned around to respond to her. “I’m sorry, Madame. But one of my frien—uhh, escorts says something is going on with your droids?”

Two things simultaneously happened after this. Eldya immediately stood up from her chair and began loudly ranting about their conversation being interrupted. Hunter was also trying to tell Hannah to let Eldya know about the droids through the comlink. Everything was happening all at once, and it nearly overwhelmed Hannah to the point of breaking. She began to clutch her hands to her ears in an attempt to make the noise stop, which didn’t do much considering the comlink was in one of her hands.

Pressing the comlink to her ear allowed her to catch the last thing Hunter said though. “Hannah, whatever happens, keep Eldya safe. And don’t— kriff!” Some scuffling noises and a single blaster shot were the last things she heard before the comlink went silent.

“What did he just say?” Eldya scoffed in disgust.

Hannah didn’t respond. She was too shocked by what she had just heard. A thousand different things were running through her mind. Then in a panic, she began shouting Hunter’s name into the comlink. But there was no response. Hannah felt her heart stop momentarily and clutched the comlink to her chest. Surely, there was just a scuffle going on, nothing more. There was no way...

Then suddenly, loud banging was heard coming from the door. Hannah gasped so hard, she almost choked. It sounded like something was trying to break down the door. Instinctively, she began backing away, closer to Eldya’s desk and nearly bumping into it.

Eldya herself didn’t seem too fazed by the banging; if anything, she looked more annoyed than worried. There was clear confusion in her gaze though.

Without saying a word, Eldya began tapping different sections of the desk counter. Immediately, it lit up and a hologram popped up in the center of it that looked like a screen. The image showed the outside hallway, directly outside the door. The two droids that had been stationed there were forcibly hammering their fists on the door, presumably in an attempt to knock it down.

“What have they done?!” Eldya exclaimed in Hannah’s face.

“I don’t know!” Hannah responded in a panicked state. “He said the droids were coming for you! I don’t know why!”

The banging suddenly turned into the sound of blaster fire as the droids were now attempting to shoot the door down instead. Hannah covered her ears from the sound reverberating through the room.

“We need to get out of here!” Hannah exclaimed. “How much longer will that door last?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Eldya responded nonchalantly. “Even if they do manage to breach the door, they’ll be incinerated upon arrival.”

“What??”

Eldya sighed and rolled her eyes. “Did you really think this room lacked any sort of security whatsoever? There’s a reason I don’t even let most of my employees in here, you know.” The sound of blaster fire turned back into banging again, and both Hannah and Eldya cringed. “I told you this room is the safest place in the entire building and I meant it.”

Hearing that eased Hannah’s nerves a bit, but the sound of the door being banged on was keeping her in a constant state of panic.

Then a voice began speaking through the comlink again. It was Echo this time. “Hannah, are you there?”

Hannah fumbled with the comlink out of shock at hearing Echo’s voice. “I’m here, Echo!” she responded. “Are you guys ok? Where’s Hunter? Is he ok? He isn’t responding to me!”

“We’re all ok,” Echo responded back. “Hunter’s dealing with some droids. His comms got busted in a scrap with some of ‘em.”

Hannah let out a huge sigh of relief and clutched the comlink to her chest as Echo continued speaking. He explained the whole situation as quickly as he could, with Hannah letting him know what was going on at her end as well. Eldya had a hard time believing Echo’s words, but a few button presses and a quick look on her holoscreen told her all she needed to know. Every droid in the building had been set off by whatever signal Tech had detected earlier. It seemed like all the droids had congregated inside the building as well from what Eldya could see.

Tech suddenly joined the call, saying, “They apparently won’t stop rampaging until the Madame has been captured, according to the one responsible for all of this.”

“Oh?” Eldya quirked an eyebrow questioningly. “And just who might that be?”

Wrecker’s voice came booming through the comlink in response. “Why don’tcha talk to him yourself?”

Annoyed, squealing noises could be heard through the comlink, along with some shuffling, followed by a familiar shrill voice exclaiming how he didn’t appreciate being handled so roughly. “What do you want me to say?” Cedren’s voice came blaring through the comlink. “I’ve told you everything already!”

Eldya’s face immediately turned down into a harsh scowl. “Cedren, you bumbling fool. What in the stars have you done?”

“Only the very thing I should’ve done years ago, Madame!” Cedren huffed. “Too long have I suffered at the behest of your demands! And for what? Nothing but your continual disapproval and judgment! I’ve done nothing but try to please you, Madame, and yet you still treat me no better than the common stewards!”

“Respect is earned, Cedren,” Eldya firmly replied. “And clearly, that is something you will never be able to achieve. There is such a thing as trying too hard, after all, and you are the prime example of that.”

Cedren growled angrily. “This is precisely what I mean! You’ve always thought yourself above everyone else, and for no good reason! Your decision to remain neutral during the Clone Wars cost us a fortune in valuable assets! If you’d only taken up the Empire’s offer like I suggested—”

“Enough, Cedren!” Eldya barked, loud enough to make Hannah cringe. “Your impudence has waned on me long enough. I don’t even care what happens to you now. Your fate is in the hands of those presumably detaining you at the moment.”

The only noise heard from the comlink was the sound of Cedren scoffing and sputtering in dismay.

Throughout the entire conversation, Hannah was fixated on Eldya. A few times, she glanced over at the door to make sure it still held, but mostly she wanted to watch Eldya’s reactions. It was surprising how collected Eldya remained considering all the chaos that was happening. Other than the one outburst, Eldya hadn’t even raised her voice that much. There was no denying Hannah held at least some respect for this woman, all things considered. If nothing else, she wished she could hold herself together as well as Eldya, as her own level of panic hadn’t lessened much at all.

Once Cedren had been silenced, Echo informed Hannah that they were going to be taking care of the other people in the building and getting them to safety. Since all the droids were inside, getting everyone outside was the safest bet. Although, he grumbled that it was going to be more difficult to get past the droids without their weapons, and he made sure to clearly express how annoying it was that they had been taken away earlier.

Eldya seemed to not even acknowledge the comment, and Hannah sighed. “Wait,” she said as her eyes went wide. “Don’t those droids have the weapons?” She gestured towards the door, which was beginning to show some wear from the damage.

According to Eldya, the weapons had been handed off earlier and were being stored in a safe location. Echo urged Eldya to let them know where that was, but she refused. “I will not be having a bunch of soldiers rummaging around my weapon stores,” she strictly scoffed.

“That’s fine,” Tech replied, unfazed by the comment. “I’ll be able to locate it myself once I’ve hacked into the security system.”

Eldya let out a forced laugh. “You can certainly try, Clone!”

Only a few seconds went by before a blip went off on Eldya’s holoscreen. A warning of a security breach was now flashing in bright red letters. Eldya raised an eyebrow, and Hannah swore she saw a hint of approval on her face.

“I never try, Madame,” Tech smugly stated, which made Hannah break out into a proud smile.

The door to Eldya’s office was on the verge of collapse by then, and Hannah asked Eldya for reassurance that they had nothing to worry about. Eldya’s response was a smug chuckle, followed by her telling Hannah to take a cue from her hacker friend and let actions speak for themselves. That didn’t do much to quell Hannah’s worries though, and she went into a defensive squat behind Eldya’s desk.

A few more pounds were all it took to finally smash the door down. Hannah’s heart began racing faster as the droids stepped into the room. Eldya remained unfazed and stood proudly at the head of her desk.

The droids held their blasters out, aimed directly at Eldya. A small smirk grew on her face. Then in a flash, two pillars near the doors suddenly unleashed a flurry of lasers at the droids, instantly cutting them down to nothing but shreds of metal and wires. Hannah’s jaw dropped and she audibly gasped.

“As I said before,” Eldya said as she slowly sat back down in her seat. “Let actions speak for themselves.”

It was official, Hannah was definitely jealous of Eldya’s composure. She almost forgot about all the judgment her and the others had endured all day and just relished in the calmness of the moment. If Hannah only had half of Eldya’s confidence, she was sure her life would turn out quite differently.

“Is this room the only place that has those lasers?” Hannah asked, which Eldya confirmed in response. “Then maybe it’d be easier to just bring everybody up here until the droids are dealt with. If this really is the safest place, then—”

“Absolutely not,” Eldya retorted. “This room is off-limits to most of the staff for a reason. I won’t let a few droids compromise that.”

Hannah stuttered out of disbelief. “But those people need to get to safety! And those lasers could easily handle all the droids that come through!”

Eldya looked at Hannah sternly, with one of her eyebrows deftly raised. “So?”

“So??” Hannah scoffed. “Those are your servants down there! Don’t you care what happens to them?”

“Why should I?�� Eldya replied with a shrug. “They know their way around this building, they can get themselves out. And weren’t your friends supposed to be helping with that anyway?”

Hannah’s chest began to heave. Once again, she was back to outright hating Eldya and could barely hold herself back from unleashing her rage. Eldya wasn’t just judgmental, she was downright heartless. It was starting to make sense why Cedren had gone to such lengths to take her down, despite how reckless it had turned out.

“Don’t work yourself up so much,” Eldya said, noticing Hannah’s huffy state. “We’re more than fine right here where we are. Let others worry for themselves.”

That was the last straw for Hannah. She couldn’t bear to even be around Eldya anymore and began stomping away from the desk in a huff. How could anyone even say something like that? Not only was it impossible for Hannah to not worry about things, but it was even stronger when it involved real, living people. Especially her own friends and family. It didn’t matter that she was weak and untrained compared to the others, they needed her. And she needed them too. And by golly, she was going to do everything in her power to help them.

“Where are you going?” Eldya questioned, seeing Hannah heading for the door.

“To help my friends,” Hannah responded, not even bothering to look back at the woman addressing her.

As Hannah reached the doorframe, Eldya said, “You should know I have the lasers set to eliminate anyone who attempts to enter the room. And I have no intention of altering that.”

With one foot still in the room, Hannah swiveled around to face Eldya for what might’ve been the last time. “That’s your choice, Madame. This is mine.” And she left the room without another word or regret.

Eldya slowly leaned back in her chair once Hannah was gone, once again folding her hands in her lap. “A pity, truly,” she lamented to herself. “Perhaps, for once, my judgment was wrong.”

The room fell silent once more. Madame Eldya simply sat and watched her security feed on the holoscreen. Whatever was about to transpire was out of her hands, just as she liked it.

#the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #long one this time!#I really wanted to delve into my personal thought process with this one #so it ended up a tad longer than normal LOL #things are gonna be pretty intense from here on out! 👀#star warz #my storiez

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Dream Come True

A/N: Here it is guys. An update to Once In A Lifetime!!! Please read that first or this will make no sense to you. I even linked it to make it easier, lol. I just couldn’t seem to let these three go so I wrote more.......AND a part 3 could be possible, if the reactions and feedback to this are favorable.

Summary: Six years after a chance encounter in her place of employment led Y/N to meet two of her favorite celebrities and they began a polygamous relationship. Let’s look in and see how their lives are going, shall we?

W/C: 9,941

Y/N: Your Name; Y/E/E: Your employment establishment

Warnings: smut, fluff, a tad bit more angst than last time, p in v, fingering, v on v, oral (both giving and receiving), dirty talk

Five years. 60 months. 1,825 days. Too many minutes and seconds to count. But still, it seems like time has flown by but yet crawled.

Five years ago, I was living in a small one bedroom apartment, driving a car that even on the good days was capricious and fickle, working a dead end job as a waitress in a no name restaurant in Austin, Texas.

60 months (and a few days) my fruitless, lackluster life changed when two of the best looking people walked in and were seated in my section. After schooling my internal fangirl and doing my job, I was left with a substantial tip and a note on the table that would change my life forever.

Jared and Genevieve Padalecki,and their children, took me into their home, their lives and their hearts and never looked back. And life has been wonderful since!

Jared, Gen and I are a team as we navigate parenting our four children. Tom is now 14 years old and preparing for his first year of high school; Shep is almost 13 and takes after his dad in the pranking department; Odette is 9 and is a beauty just like her mother; Delaney is 3 years old and a total diva!

If she grew up to take in her parents' footsteps and become an actress, she will have no problems at all! Day-day, as we all call her, knows how to push buttons and turn on the charm to get her way.

A few months after Day-day was born, an era for Jared ended. After 15 years, he no longer had to film Supernatural, the show that brought him popularity and fame….and his wife.

With the finale of that chapter, life switched from Jared being gone to another country for weeks at a time to him being home every day. But aside from allowing Jared to work closer to home and be with us, it took away the close bond he had created with Jensen.

Jared had signed on to star in and produce the modern adaptation of Walker before Supernatural’s finale had aired and had hoped to bring Jensen on as director of some episodes and maybe a guest appearance or two, but when the pandemic hit the world and everyone was advised to isolate and quarantine in their own homes, those aspirations went down the drain.

I was the first to notice the distance between the Padalecki’s and Ackles’. I had been on the receiving end of some very condemning and reproachable looks from the Ackles’ matriarch but hadn’t paid much attention to it. To each their own, though. She never did seem to get used to the idea of Jared and Gen and me. She would make judgemental assertions toward me when my lovers were nowhere near to overhear.

But when I began to notice the lack of interest in keeping the friendship going from Jensen, I knew she had gotten to him. And when Jensen kept putting off coming to direct Jared and Gen on Walker it threw up warning signs. Then when the Ackles announced their plans for a prequel to Supernatural without even as much as mentioning it to Jared, that just solidified my fears. Their friendship was severed.

I comforted and soothed my lovers as they mourned the demise of it all. Soon after, they put their all into working to make Walker the next big thing on The CW and our lives went on.

After surviving not only the pandemic but the almost two year quarantine that it induced, we learned how to navigate the “new normal”, something none of us had ever had to face.

Once the vaccine for the virus was administered, the world could finally breathe again. Protocols and practices were established and obeyed and we could once again gather with those loved ones that we didn’t live with.

Jared and Jensen’s brotherhood was also re-established and it went back to the way it used to be, like nothing had ever happened. Now, the five of us often get together and hang out while the kids play.

Danneel also changed, for the better. She finally accepted me into the fray, apparently. She is friendly and welcoming to my daughter and I. She even calls herself Aunt D to Delaney. Finally, after five years, life is great again!

Or so I thought.

“Mommy,” Day-day asks one night as I am bathing her. “Are you and my daddy in love?”

I smile down at my daughter, the apple of my eye, my pride and joy. “Yes, baby. Your daddy and I are very much in love. And that love created you, my sweet child.”

“Brandon at school says that when mommies and daddies are in love, they get married. Are you and daddy married?”

I am shocked at her inquiry. Not that it isn’t warranted, I just hadn’t expected such a question. How do you explain to a five-year-old that even though we love one another, her father is married to someone else. The same someone that I love also.

“No baby,” I say as I rinse her light chestnut hair. “Daddy is married to Momma G, you know that.”

“Are you and Momma G married?”

I huff a laugh at her question. “No baby. Momma G is married to daddy. Daddy and Momma G are married and your brothers and sister are a product of their love. But they also love me and with that love we created you. We all love you and your siblings equally.”

“But…” she begins and I cut her off.

“Baby, don’t you worry your pretty little head about adult stuff okay? Mommy and Daddy love each other and we love you too. And Momma G loves you. Your brothers and sister love you. We live in a house full of love, okay?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Once she is bathed and dried off, I help her into her gown and we walk down the hall to her bedroom. Jared is there waiting to read her a bedtime story so I hand our daughter over and head to our bedroom to begin my own nightly routine.

Genevieve is slathering face cream on as I walk into the ensuite. She looks at me through the mirror and smiles.

“So,” she begins as I pull my hair back and up into a bun. “I just happened to overhear your and Day-day’s conversation during her bath.”

I sigh. “It’s so hard to explain it to her so that she understands. We have a very unconventional family.”

“Hey, hey! Back it up,” Gen says as she twists the cap on the toothpaste. “It might be unusual and bizarre and a bit eccentric but unconventional? There is nothing unconventional about any of us. Our relationship might be uncommon and unique but unconventional? No.”

“How do we explain to a child that her mommy and daddy love her and love each other but there is also daddy’s wife in the mix?” I ask as I start blotting my face with cream. “Daddy’s wife that we both love and adore and would be nothing without?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a smile before popping her toothbrush in her mouth.

It is silent as she continues brushing her teeth and I massage the lotion onto my face. “I love what we have. I never in a million years dreamed that I would meet either one of you, much less be in a long-term relationship with both of you. It’s just so hard to describe it to a kid.”

Gen finishes brushing her teeth and turns to lean against the countertop. “You did though. Perfectly, I might add. But,” she pauses as she looks away and then back to me, “I think I know of a way that the next time the subject comes up, you can answer her honestly.”

“What are you talking about, Gen? I can’t be married to Jared. He kind of already has a wife. A hot, sexy as fuck, charming wife.”

"Like I said flattery will get you everywhere,” she says with a laugh. “But seriously, I have an idea.”

“What is it?” I ask as she pushes off the counter and walks toward the door. “Genevieve Padalecki, don’t leave me hanging!”

Her laughter dies out as she leaves the room. I shake my head and chuckle at her antics as I squeeze paste onto my toothbrush and finish getting ready for bed.

I turn the wheel into the entrance of FBBC with a smile on my face and butterflies in my stomach.

“Mommy, what's that say?" Delaney asks, pointing at the large sign beside the driveway.

"Closed for private event," I answer her.

"Cwosed? I thought I was going to play with JJ and the twins!" Delaney whined.

"You are, baby girl," I soothe. "They're gonna be here because their parents are. But first you have to do your very special, very important job, okay?"

Looking through the rear view mirror at my daughter, I see the little girl's face light up.

"Yea!" Delaney answers enthusiastically, dancing in her seat. "I get to wear a pretty dress and walk with Odie."

Pulling up to the brewery, I shift the car into park. The only other vehicles in the lot are the Ackles' and the Padalecki's.

"That's right Day-day," I respond. "Now let's go inside and get ready."

As I open the door to get out, I can't help but to reminisce how this all came about. How it all seems like a dream come true.

FLASHBACK

Gen was very hush-hush when I entered the bedroom after I finished brushing my teeth. When I once again asked what idea she had, instead of answering she had pulled me on top of her on the bed and kissed the breath out of my lungs.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about it," she cooed. "It's something I've considered for a while now but I just have to talk it over with Jare first. You do trust, me don't you, sweetie?"

"Of course Mama,"I told her. "I trust you with my life. I love you."

"I love you too. So fucking much."

It was a week later that I found out what her idea was. The four Padalecki kids joined the Ackles' on a day trip, leaving Jared, Gen and I home alone.

We were lounging in the bed after a sweaty, very passionate session of fucking. With the kids out of the house, the three of us christianed almost every inch of the place.

I hadn't had that many orgasms in years!

"Sweetie?" Gen asked breathlessly.

I rolled my head to the side to see her flushed face as she laid on top of Jared, their bodies still connected as one.

"Marry us," she says as she reached out to entwine her fingers with mine on my stomach.

"Yea okay," I laughed, not taking her proposal seriously.

"We're not joking," Jared chimes in, lifting his arm and inviting me to join their embrace. "We both love you so much. We want you to know we are in this for the long haul. Come hell or high water. You are just as important to us as we are to each other.

"Y/N Y/L/N, would you please do us the honor of being our wife?"

I couldn't respond. Hell, I couldn't get my brain to comprehend the words. Did Jared and Genevieve just fucking propose to me? It had to be hormones, right?

We'd just had some of the greatest sex ever known so they were just feeling the influx of dopamine, right?

Besides, they can't marry me; they're already married. To each other! No minister in their right mind would agree to wed us. It was simply impossible.

"It's simply impossible," I said, looking at Jared "You're already married."

"And we want to marry you," Gen says as she sits up. "It's not impossible. Maybe not exactly legal but it's not impossible."

"How? What preacher would be crazy enough to marry us?" I ask, trying to get them to see that their idea is completely ludicrous.

"Not a preacher," Jared says as he hugs me to his side, Gen sitting up, his dick softening inside her. "Jensen."

"What?!" I exclaim, taking my eyes off my girlfriend's sexy body and looking up into my boyfriend's hazel eyes. "How?"

"Jensen got ordained in order to marry Jeff and Hilary and that's not a one-time thing," Jared explained. "He is still ordained in the eyes of Texas law. He can officiate our ceremony."

Once again, I am stunned into silence. They had really put some thought into this. It wasn't just a whim. They were honest-to-god genuine!

"You want to marry me?" I asked, still unsure. "Both of you?"

A "fuck yea" and a "hell yes" came from Jared and Genevieve simultaneously.

"Well then," I said, as I sat up on my knees next to them. "I guess we're getting married!"

END FLASHBACK

The front door of the brewery opens as Delaney and I approach it. Danneel is standing there with a smile on her face.

"It's the big day, Y/N," she announced. "Are you nervous? Excited?"

Once the news of our engagement was announced to them and we asked Jensen to officiate our nuptials, Danneel had changed.

She finally admitted that our relationship weirded her out at first and she was afraid I was just in it for some juicy gossip and a big payout but after almost five years she realized that I am not after anything other than the love of her two best friends.

She apologized profusely and begged for forgiveness and after hugging it out she began calling me a friend.

"To be honest, yes and no." I answer her. "I'm not nervous about marrying them at all. Hell, I'm excited to finally be able to call them mine and it mean something. I'm just worried that somethings going to happen and the wedding will be cancelled."

Dee puts her arm around my shoulders as we walk through the tasting room. "Sweetie, you have absolutely nothing to worry about. It's all going to go off without a hitch. Okay, wait. That's not the correct wording. You are going to be hitched. It's going to go smoothly and be perfect. Yea, that's better."

I laugh at her as she shows me to the office where my dress, along with Delaney's are hanging, still in the bags.

"Do you need help?"

"Could you possibly wrangle Day-day to get dressed?" I ask as I take in the moment. In just a few minutes, I will be sliding into a wedding dress and preparing to walk out of here to get married. To wed, not only Jared but Genevieve too.

How is this my life?

"We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Jared, Gen and Y/N. The love between them is encompassing, all-consuming and palpable. I've known Jared for going on 30 years. Gen for almost 20 years and Y/N for 5. And I have never seen any other people as in love and devoted to one another as they are," Jensen says as we stand in front of him in the taproom; Jared on his left, Gen on his right and I in the middle.

"Do you, Jared Tristan Padalecki, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N as your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Absolutely," Jared says with a nod.

"Do you, Genevieve Nicole Padalecki, take Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N to be your wedded wife? To have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"I do."

Jensen looks right at me. "Do you, Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, take Jared as your husband and Genevieve as your wife to have and to hold, to honor and cherish, through good times and bad. For richer or poorer. Til death do you part."

"Yes," I answer, resolutely.

"By the power vested in me under Texas law, I proudly announce you husband and wife and wife. You may now kiss the brides."

Jared turns me and pulls me to him. He looks into my eyes as he lowers his head. "Congratulations Mrs. Padalecki," he whispers and then kisses me with all the love and affection he can muster.

As we part, I hear Genevieve as she grabs my free hand. "My turn."

I spin around and smile at her as she cups my cheeks in her hands. "You are my wife now, baby." I nod and our lips meet in a just as fervent, just as intense kiss.

When we step away, we turn to our family and friends, our kids and the Ackles. Jared takes my left hand as Gen takes my right and we march down the makeshift aisle as the song, "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri, plays over Dee's phone.

"Mama Y/N, you look beautiful," Shep says as he walks up to me after the ceremony.

"Aw, thank you son," I say with a smile. "You're quite handsome in that suit and tie."

The 12-year-old blushes as he rubs the back of his neck, a move I know he gets from his father when flustered.

"Mom said I had to dress up."

"Well, thank you Shep. I appreciate it."

The rest of the kids file along, congratulating us and wishes us the best with Jensen and Danneel bringing up the rear.

"And here I thought officiating Jeffrey's wedding was bizarre. This one takes the cake," Jensen jokes as he hugs Jared with a pat on the back. "Congratulations man."

"Thanks," Jared says, mimicking Shep's previous move.

"Speaking of cake," Dee speaks up. "Let's go to the kitchen. I have a surprise for you."

I walk arm in arm with my spouses toward the kitchen. Inside, there is a large two-layer cake with the customary bride and groom figurines on top. Except our cake has an extra bride on it.

"So, they don't make cake toppers with 2 brides so I got a couple of them and broke the second one in half," Dee explains with a chuckle. "It's the best I could do."

"It's perfect," Gen says as she leans over and hugs her friend. "Thank you. "

The twelve of us all enjoy eating cake and hanging out in the kitchen of the brewery. Of course Jared and Jensen imbibe in some of the house beverages and Gen joins in.

After cleaning up, Jensen and Dee shoos us out and sends us off to begin our honeymoon, which is just a night in a local inn and resort, kid-free.

"Holy fuck!" Jared exclaims loudly. "Your pussy is squeezing my dick like a vice."

I smile against my wife's cunt as she grinds down on my face.

"Shit, she's eating me like a starved woman," Gen says with a moan.

I wrap my arms around her thighs and pull her down on me as Jared thrusts into me with zeal. I can feel another orgasm bearing down but I've made a pact with myself to hold off until Genevieve cums on my mouth.

I've already had one while she ate me out as I sucked Jared's cock and another as I watched them fuck while they uttered the debauchery they planned for the three of us.

"Shit! Shit! Fucking shiiiiiit!" Gen screamed as her whole body tensed and her juices sleuths out of her body onto my tongue and lips. "Oh God! I don't think I have anything left in me, " she breathes out as she slumps to the side.

I continue to lick up every drop she'd given me and then kiss her inner thigh. "So it was good?" I ask with a chuckle.

"The best," Gen tells me as she crawls off and lays down beside me. "But I'm going to have to tap out for a bit. I'm done for."

I turn my attention to my husband now that she isn't obscuring my view. Jared has leaned forward on his palms and is looking down at our bodies where we are connected.

I glance down as he rams his whole dick into my body, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.

"Husband?" I call to get his attention and Jared raises his eyes and meets mine. "Fuck me like you mean it."

He huffs out a laugh and then goes at it. The pace and austerity of his hips as he fucks into me is supernatural! As many times as I've been with Jared, I have never witnessed or felt the momentum and velocity that has taken over him.

My insides tighten and constrict and I yell out their names as I cum, squirting all over Jared's groin, the wetness making his movements audible as his thighs ram into mine.

Jared bites his bottom lip and closes his eyes as he thrusts into my body fully and stills. I can feel the throb of his dick as his release shoots out of him and fills me.

"Holy shit! Fuck! I think I've died, " he says as he falls onto me, our bodies sticky and sweaty.

"God damn I love you Y/N," he huffs into my ear as he tries to catch his breath. He turns his head as I hear him proclaim the same to Gen. "I love you both. So fucking much."

The shower isn't big enough for the three of us so we decided to go solo. Or at least that was the plan but as Gen is taking the first one, I can't help but to step in behind her and admire her sexy body, wet and soapy as she washes.

"You need help?" I ask as she turns around and spots me.

"You'll just get me all hot and bothered," she retorts as she runs the frothy washcloth over her breasts.

"So? I don't see the problem," I say, stepping forward and cupping her mound. "I'll clean you." My middle finger slides along her slit as she throws her head back.

"You're insatiable," she says as her feet steps apart, opening her legs.

"I got a gorgeous wife with a body to die for. Do you blame me?"

My fingers broach her slit and I find her clit, swollen and pulsing. I gently massage it as I claim her mouth, my other hand holding the back of her head.

Gen moans into my mouth and I take the opportunity to slide my tongue inside. We kiss until the need for breathe is urgent.

"I have an equally hot wife, you know, " she tells me as she wraps her arms around my neck. "Where's Jare?"

"In the other room, waiting for his turn. We both plan on fucking you in the shower. I just won the coin toss to go first."

"Lucky me!" she says with a smile. Her half-lidded eyes open wide as I enter her pussy with two fingers, my thumb pressing against her clit.

"I'm going to make you cum on my fingers then Jared's gonna bend you over and make you cum on his dick."

Gen's eye roll back as I begin pumping into her, scissoring my fingers.

"Come on, Mama. Give it to me. Cum on my fingers. I know you can," I coo as I kiss her lips, her cheek, her neck and shoulder. "This pussy loves being fingers doesn't it? I can feel it vibrating. Cum, baby. Cum for me."

Gen's arm shoot out to the sides and her palms slap the shower tiles as I feel her body release and her juices mix with the water.

"That's it. That's what I wanted. You're ready for that big dick now."

I step out of the shower and open the bathroom door. "She's ready for you Jare."

I smile as I wrap a towel around my body and step out of the room as I hear Jared begin fucking our wife.

Life is splendid.

Nothing really changed after our wedding. The only difference is the huge diamond ring and band set that Jared and Genevieve surprised me with the morning after our wedding.

It is a large 14 karat diamond ring with a matching rose gold band. I wear it with pride and exuberance. I have often caught myself admiring it, holding my hand up and just marveling at the beauty, the extravagance.

I never in a million years dreamed I would possess something so beautiful, so glamorous and something that held so much meaning. The love and devotion I feel for my spouses, and they for me, when I look at it is embodied in that one piece of jewelry.

I am admiring the sparkle of the diamond in the sun when the vehicle behind me lays on its horn. I am shaken out of my reverence to look up and see the light had turned green.

What I didn't see was the truck that had decided to ignore his red light and come barreling through the intersection.

The last thing I saw was the diamond on my finger as my hand flew off the wheel before everything went black.

The first thing I comprehend is pain. My whole body is aching and my head is thumping! Where am I? What happened?

"Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?"

Who is that? Why are they yelling at me?

I open my eyes to see a man looking at me through the windshield of my car, or well where the windshield should be. Instead it is open with jagged shards of glass at the edges.

"Ma'am? Help is on the way. Don't move!"

I nod my head in understanding and have to squeeze my eyes shut due to the pain. Fuck, it hurts!

"What hurts?"

I squint as I look at the man again.

"Every fucking thing!" I seethe.

Sirens rapidly approach and the shrill sound does nothing to help my head.

"Hey. Hey. She's awake but in a lot of pain. Oh God. I never saw her. I never saw her."

I hear another voice trying to calm the stranger down as I hear movement around me.

"Miss? Miss? Hey, hi. I'm Michelle. I'm here to help you. Can you tell me your name?"

"Uhhh," I respond as I try to think. My name. What is my name? Who am I? "I don't know?"

"Okay. That's fine," Michellr says as she looks over her shoulder. "My partner is going to look in your purse, is that okay? You i.d. should be in there, right?"

I try to nod but cry out instead. "Fuuuck!"

"It's okay," Michelle assures. "You took a pretty good hit to the head in the accident. I'm sure you'll remember shortly."

I hear voices but can't make out what they're saying before Michelle speaks again. "Okay, your name is Y/N Y/L/N. Does that sound familiar?

"Not really," I answer, honestly. And it's the truth. That name sort of rings a bell but is it mine? Or is it someone else? A name I've only heard before but don't own.

It's silly, not knowing your own name. It is what society calls you, what you are known by. And to not be able to remember it, well that's just absurd!

"Y/N, we are going to get you out of here and take you to the hospital. Can you think of anyone we could call to let them know?"

"No," I say as I begin to sob. Am I all alone in this world? Is there anyone out there that loves me and cares enough to wonder where I am, if I'm alright?

The ride in the ambulance is a blur of activity; from the EMT inserting a needle into my arm and hooking it to a tube to shining a light into my eyes.

The hospital is no different. I am poked and prodded and asked numerous questions, most I don't have answers for.

After an extensive workup and a line of testing, the doctor comes in, in her white lab coat and stethoscope around her neck.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. I'm Dr. Cobb. I've reviewed your chart. You have a broken ankle, a large contusion over much of your left side and a concussion. That is, we're hoping, the cause of your amnesia. We're hoping with a couple days of rest along with an analgesic that you'll make a full recovery.

"Of course, you'll have a cast on the ankle to mend the broken bone and you'll be sore from the impact but you're going to live."

She smiles at me before jotting down something on my chart. A nurse comes into the room with a syringe in his hand.

"We'll gonna give you a very low dose painkiller since you are pregnant. If it seems to help, we can-"

"Wait, what?" I cut her off. "'I'm pregnant?"

"Oh," she says, looking stunned. "I didn't realize you might not remember. You are 6 weeks pregnant."

My mind was spinning. I am pregnant! That means there is someone out there that cares and is probably wondering where I am. Someone who possibly even loves me.

I close my eyes as I try to recollect. Suddenly it all comes back. My family. Jared and Gen. Tom, Shep, Odette and Delaney.

Oh my God! Delaney! My baby girl. I was on my way to pick her up when I was hit.

"Oh God! I was going to pick my daughter up from school. She's probably worried sick!" I exclaim as I sit up. The movement makes me dizzy but I ignore it. I've got to go.

"We can't let you leave," the doctor says as she steps forward. "Is there anyone we could call and tell them you're unable to pick her up?"

"Yes," I tell her. "Call my husband, her father. Jared Padalecki."

The nurse and the doctor look at one another and laugh.

"Miss Y/L/N, are you feeling okay? What year is it? Who's the President?"

"What? What are you talking about? My memory is intact. The year is 2025. The president is Delilah Samson, the first female president for the United States."

"Okay, you have those correct but you must be delusional. You are not married to Jared Padalecki."

"Yes I am! Call him! His number is 555-341-6728."

The doctor jots down the digits and pulls out her cell. I watch as she dials and lifts the phone to her ear.

"Hi. My name is Noel Cobb. I'm a doctor here at Austin Memorial. Is this Jared Padalecki?"

I can tell by the stunned expression on her face that she wasn't expecting to be speaking to a local celebrity, a well-known actor.

"I have Ms. Y/N Y/L/N in my care. She's been in a vehicle accident. She's fine, a broken ankle and–" she pauses and I can hear the timbre of Jared's voice. "Yes. Hold on."

Dr. Cobb hands me her cell and I immediately take it and put it up to my ear.

"Jare?"

"Oh my God. Baby, are you okay? Is Day-day with you?"

"I'm fine, just sore," I tell him. "I hadn't gotten to her yet. Someone needs to go pick her up before she gets scared because I'm not there."

I listen as Jared tells Gen what happened and asks her to go pick up our daughter.

"Gen is going to pick up Delaney. I'm coming to you."

"Okay," I sigh in relief. But now that I know my daughter is going to be taken care of, the enormity of the situation takes over.

Not only had I told my doctor and a nurse that I was married to Jared but he was coming here. The tabloids would have a field day!

We had kept the news of our marriage out of the papers and tabloids so far. Yes, it was known that the three of us were in a relationship but after so many years since we had announced it the world seemed to have let it go and the news had died down.

Now, everyone was about to find out that we had gotten married. Maybe it wasn't legal, maybe it was forbidden but to our family my marriage to them was as real as their marriage to each other.

"Jare, what about-"

"I don't care about that. Let people talk. Let them draw their own conclusions. My wife has been in an accident and is in the hospital. I'll be damned if I let the worry of what people think stop me from being by her side."

"Okay," I smile. "I'm in room-" I pause to look at the doctor, silently requesting the room number.

"405."

"-405. I'll see you when you get here. I love you."

"I love you too Y/N. Be there soon."

I hang up the phone and hand it back to the doctor before laying back in bed.

I can rest now, knowing my daughter is taken care of and my husband is on his way.

Once Gen has the nanny come over to watch the kids, she rushes to the hospital herself. She bolts through the door and hurries to the bed.

"Oh baby. You scared me!" she says as she grabs my hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yea, I'll be fine. I have a broken ankle and my whole body aches. I had amnesia for a little bit. Couldn't remember who I was but that came back and-" I stop as something comes back to me.

"Oh my God! I forgot! Right before my memory returned, the doctor told me……I'm pregnant, guys."

The excitement and delight is evident in the room as they both bombard me with hugs and kisses.

"Guys," I cringe. "I'm as happy as you are but you're killing me here. My whole left side is nothing, but one big bruise."

"Oh God. I'm sorry," Gen exclaims as she pulls away. "I'm just so happy! I love you so much. And I love this baby." She places her hand on my stomach.

"How far along are you?"

"6 weeks, give or take a day."

Gen gets a look on her face that I can tell she is going to come to the same conclusion I have.

"That means-"

I nod my head. "Our honeymoon. We made another baby on our honeymoon"

"Holy shit!" Jared utters. "That was some great sex, that's for sure."

Gen and I laugh as we nod in agreement.

"Great sex and some awesome baby-making apparently."

I am released from the hospital, with instructions to take it easy and stay off my foot until I can see the orthopedics and get a hard cast put on my ankle.

Jared carries me bridal style out of the hospital and sits me in the front seat of Gen's SUV.

"I'm right behind you."

As Gen drives toward the house, she reaches over and grabs my hand out of my lap.

"Are you sure you're okay sweetie?"

"Yes, my love, I am. I promise. I'm just kind of reeling from it all. I was admiring my ring in the sunlight when a car behind me beeped, prompting me to proceed through because the light had turned.

"What if the accident had caused me to miscarry? To lose the baby we didn't even know about yet? And how had I not figured it out, that I was pregnant. With Delaney, I was pretty sure as soon as I was late. And now I hadn't even realized I was late!"

"I'm so glad you didn't lose our little bug. He or she was created out of love and will be loved immensely and exceedingly. I'm beyond relieved that you are both okay. I love you so much Y/N. I can't imagine life without you. I don't want to."

"I love you too, Mama."

"Oh don't start," Gen chastised with a giggle. "There will be none of that until you get a clean bill of health."

I huff and sit back in my seat. No, I am not really in the mood for sex but it didn't mean that I can't think about it. After all, that's how this all began.

A night of awesome, passionate, lewd sex with two of the sexiest people in Texas. One night so many years ago that led me to not one but two of the loves of my life, a marriage and now two kids.

Somebody pinch me because I have to be dreaming.

The four kids all come running as we walk in the door and Jared plays interference as Gen helps me to the sofa.

"Mommy!" Day-day cries as she reaches toward me. Jared picks her up and whispers in her ear, earning him a nod before he sits her on her feet and she makes her way to my thankfully good side. "You're hurted?"

"Yea but I'll be okay. Just gotta be easy. I'm very sore."

"Also, " Gen says as she joins Delaney beside me. "You have to be careful with Mommy because she's going to have a baby."

Delaney's eyes widen and she looks from me to Gen and back to me. "Really?!"

"Yea, you're going to be a big sister."

"Yay!"

The kids are put to bed by Jared and Gen while I sit on the couch and listen.

"I hope you are as easy a baby as your big sister," I whisper to my stomach. Please don't be the problem child. Both your brothers and sisters are such good kids and well-mannered. I don't know if I could handle one that is a handful."

"You know you won't be doing it alone sweetie," Gen says as she joins me. "I'm not going anywhere and neither is Jared. We love this little one as much as we love Day-day. This baby-" she lays her hand on top of mine on my stomach. "-is as much mine as Tom, Shep and Odette are yours."

I perch my temple against her shoulder. "Thank you," I whisper, sincerely.

"For what, sweetie?"

"For loving me. For loving our children. I could have never dreamed this would be my life. I was-am-a nobody and you found me and took me in. For that, I will be eternally grateful."

"Stop that talk right now," Gen says as she presses a kiss to the crown of my head. "You are not nor have you ever been a nobody. You are my wife. My gorgeous, kind, good-natured wife. You are sexy, hot as hell, and loving. We love you for all that but we love you for you.

"Like I said, you are not alone, and you never will be. Jared and I are in this for the long haul. Hell, you may be the one who leaves us," Gen finishes with a chuckle.

I lift my head and look into her beautiful face, her features dainty but full of fondness. "Never. You are stuck with me, both of you."

"That's my girl," Gen says with a smile before pulling me into a passionate and sensual kiss. We hear movement across the room but neither of us pull away. That is until the sound of a throat being cleared bellows through the room.

Gen and I both look at our husband with apology.

"Let's get to bed," he says as he strolls into the room and picks me up, carrying me once again. "And no funny business. You are injured."

Navigation with a cast on my foot was nearly impossible. My balance is off, the stupid thing is heavy and there is no way I could be intimate with my spouses.

The last one really puts a damper on my mood, seeing as my pregnancy had me feeling amorous and affectionate. I just need a good orgasm or twenty! Ones that aren't self-induced.

Jared and Gen tries to accommodate by having sex beside me, letting me watch and articulating what erotic things they plan to do to me once I am healed but it doesn't help.

I want to be filled by dick, not my fingers! The loss of coitus is turning me into a bitch, often taking my frustrations out on one or both of them.

Today, though, my frustrations take a backseat as the ob/gyn drops a bomb on us; one that none of us seen coming.

I lay back with my shirt tucked under my boobs and my growing belly bare. It seems bigger than with Delaney at this stage. I was almost 6 months along with our daughter before I began showing but with this one, my belly seemed to grow overnight.

I am now almost 12 weeks, 3 months, pregnant and it cannot be hidden. Anyone can tell I am pregnant.

The nurse is spreading that fucking cold, blue gel around my protruding belly as Jared, Gen and I look at the screen to see our child.

"There you are," the nurse says. "Heartbeat looks good, in the mid 140s. A perfect number for a 3 month fetus. Now let's see if we can get a measurement."

She turns the ultrasound wand and begins to move in the opposite direction. "Well, hello there."

The shock in her voice is evident and it makes me panic. "What?! What is it? What's wrong with the baby?"

I look over at my spouses but their eyes are glued to the monitor, the same look of alarm on their faces.

"Oh! No, I'm sorry," the nurse says, a smile on her lips. "There is absolutely nothing wrong. I just found something that isn't in your chart."

"What is it?"

"Baby has a wombmate."

"Wha-" I begin but Gen interrupts.

"Twins?!"

"Baby #2 was hiding behind its sibling," the nurse explains as she maneuvers the wand. "Looks just as healthy. Same heart rate."

That would explain the larger girth. I am not carrying one baby, but two. Oh my fucking God! I'm pregnant with two babies!

How will Jared and Gen take this news? We already have four kids; now we are going to be a family of nine? We hadn't considered this possibility.

I look to them to see my answer. It is written all over their faces. And apparently streaming down my wife's cheeks. They are ecstatic. Their smiles light up the whole room; their eyes, though on the screen, are full of joy and elation.

This is a good thing. This news is welcome and accepted.

I can't take my eyes off the printout in my lap the whole way home. I pick it up with my right hand as Jared is holding left, our fingers intoned, as he drives us home.

Gen leans forward from the backseat and places hers on top of ours.

"We're having twins!" she proclaims.

"We are," Jared says matter-of-factly.

"Yup," I say, my lips popping the last letter.

"Are you not happy?" Gen asks.

I consider her question before answering. Am I happy? Absolutely. These babies were made out of love between their parents. But there is one thing that terrifies me. It might seem stupid to se but right now it was a leech on my mind.

"I am," I tell them. "I am excited to be carrying our babies. Babies I know are already loved and adored. But….oh never mind, it's stupid." I say, laughing at myself.

"What is it darling?" Jared asks as he squeezes my hand. "You can tell us."

"I gotta push two watermelons out of a hole the size of a strawberry?!!! Fuck!"

They both laugh, their whole bodies shaking from it.

"If anyone can do it, it's our fearless, strong, and loving wife, " Gen says. "Baby you got nothing to worry about. You can do it. I know you can. Maybe you can talk to Dee. She did it."

"Yea," I sigh breathlessly. "I'll call her in a couple of days, once the news settles."

Jared pulls into the drive and rolls down his window to punch the code into the gate.

"Gen's right," he says as he looks over at me. "You got this."

"Thanks babe," I say, feeling a slight bit better. "Both of you. Now, how're we gonna tell the kids?"

The kids took the news of twins better than expected. Tom was nonchalant about it, being a pre-teen. Shep was curious how two babies had enough room in my belly, but Odette and Delaney were ecstatic. At 5 and 8 years, all they heard was they would each get a baby to take care of. It was endearing and heart-warming.

By the time my ankle is healed and the cast is removed, I am as big as a house. I can't even see my feet to tell that one was no longer encased in plaster, making walking a feat upon itself.

The one thing I have looked forward to with the removal of the hard footwear is nonsensical. Making love to my husband and wife seems out of the question.

We make out constantly but as soon as I am on my back, one of the twins will settle on my bladder. It is ridiculous and frustrating! I just want to fuck my gorgeous wife and handsome husband.

I voice my frustrations to Dee during lunch, while the kids are off playing in another room.

"I just miss sex so fucking much," I grumble. "I need to have a non self-guided orgasm. Is that too much to ask?"

"Honey, no. It is not. Will they not-," she asks, waving a hand through the air.. "Sorry, none of my business."

"It's okay," I tell her, chuckling. "I brought it up. We make out and we touch and kiss but as soon as I'm on my back, one of these-" I point to my huge belly. "-makes my bladder hurt."

"Okay, so don't lay down. Have you tried, I can't believe I'm saying this, riding Jared? Be on top. That's what Jay and I did."

"But that leaves Gen out. And we don't do that."

"Okay. Well both of you on top then," she laughs. "I can't believe I'm giving advice to you about how to fuck my friends. Oh my God!"

I join her, laughing until I feel that all-too-well known pressure.

"Shit. I gotta pee, again!"

That night, after the kids are bedded down, I put my plan into action. Jared and Gen walk into the room to find me sitting on the edge of the bed in absolutely nothing.

"Hmmm, I like that look on you," Jared says as he approaches me and pulls me to my feet, claiming my mouth.

I feel Gen's presence beside us and pull away to see she has stripped and is now as bare as I am.

"That's what I like to see," I say as I eye her top to bottom. "Now let's unleash the beast."

I unbuckle Jared's belt and loosen his button as Gen pulls the zipper down. Using one hand each, we remove his jeans, pushing them down his legs, along with his boxers.

Jared rips his t-shirt over his head and tosses it across the room. When he looks down, both Gen and I are on our knees making out with each other and his growing dick.

"Fuck!" He exclaims as he palms the back of our heads.

When he is at full attention, I hold him at the base as Gen swallows him down, the glug-glug sound of her swallowing around his length making me wetter.

I look up at my husband and smile. "I'm going to ride your cock while our sexy wife rides your face."

"Then get to riding, ladies," he pulls out of Gen mouth and my grip to flop back on the bed, his arms crossed behind his head.

Gen climbs onto the mattress and settles herself on her knees beside his arm. "I wanna watch you take him in. It's a sight I love."

I clamber up out of the floor, using the bed for leverage and then ascend the bed, cautiously throwing a leg over Jared.

"I can't see to put it in," I huff what could only be described as a laugh of irritation.

I stand on my knees as Jared grabs himself and notches the tip at my entrance. As slow as I can in my eagerness, I begin lowering myself, feeling my walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

"Damn, I've missed this," I say as I get him inside me. "God, you feel good. Now, ride his mouth Mama."

Gen nods and smiles at me brightly before hovering over Jared's head. He pulls her down onto him and I can hear and feel the moan he lets out.

I begin sliding along his length, lifting my pelvis and bouncing on his dick. It feels magnificent. It has been ages since I have felt more than fingers inside me and I can already tell my first orgasm is going to be quick.

I reach up and tangle my fingers into Gen's hair, pulling her upper body back toward me. She turns her head and we lock lips, our tongues sliding along one another as she writhes on Jared's tongue and I grind on his cock.

The coil inside me bursts and I whimper into her mouth as my juices gushes out around Jared and pools on his groin.

What surprises me though is when Jared lefts his hips off the bed and stills, moaning against Gen's pussy as he throbs and releases inside me.

"Your turn Mama," I say against her lips. "Cum on Daddy’s face. Let him taste those sweet juices."

I grab her hips and assist her in undulating against Jared as he continues to lick and suck until she begins crying out that she's close.

I reach around and flick her throbbing clit and she throws her head back against my shoulder as I feel her spew out, her breathing labored.

"That was incredible," I breathe out as I kiss along her shoulder. "Thank you."

Jared laughs as he slides up from under the brunette. "You're thanking us? For phenomenal sex? We should be thanking you. It was your idea," he licks his lips, smacking them together and I realize he is still relishing the sweet tang of Gen's orgasm.

“We make a good team,” I say as I unmount Jared and lay on his left side. “The three of us. Well four if you count that I got the idea from Dee.” I snicker as my husband and wife look at me, stunned and in disbelief.

In the months after that, our sex life returns to being as recurrent and passionate as before the accident. We each research different positions that would be beneficial yet safe for me as I seem to be growing larger every hour.

Doggy-style is, as always, my favorite; it becomes even more so when I’m bent over the bed while Jared fucks into me and Gen is laid out liike a feast before me. I’ll never tire of eating her sweet snatch and drinking down her zesty juices.

During my 7 month we have a bit of a scare, though. I find blood in my pee and on my panties while using the bathroom. My body goes ice cold and my mind is frozen. What is happening? Am I having a miscarriage? Are the babies okay?

I hurry and clean up before rushing out of the bedroom and to the kitchen where I know my family, especially my spouses, are.

“There’s something wrong,” I spit out, not caring that our children are right there. “I’m bleeding!”

Jared jumps into action and comes to console me while Gen calls the doctor. I hadn’t even realized that tears are streaming down my face and I am sobbing.

“Shh,” Jared cajoles. “I’m sure it’s nothing. We probably just…..ahem, too hard or something.”

I look up at him in confusion and he nods his head to the kids. It dawns on me then. We had had sex last night and it had gotten pretty rough, as I had begged him for. I calm down a bit as I realize he is probably right.

“Okay, see you soon,” Gen says before hanging up the phone. “Dr. Forrest will see us this afternoon. She says it’s common but she just wants to check.”

Jared takes the kids to school and once they are gone, Gen pulls me into an embrace.

“Sweetie,” she coos. “Don’t worry. I’m sure everything is okay. Have you been having any pain?”

“Not really. A few times I thought I was feeling contractions but then I realized it was just either Haven or Oakley kicking.”

Gen bends down and places her lips against my stomach, kissing each side. “You two better be good in there. You’re hurting your Mommy. And Mama Gen ain’t about to have it.”

I laugh as she stands up and looks me in the eye with a lifted brow. “I set them straight.”

The doctor asks very personal and embarrassing questions about our lives and bedroom antics. I blush as I tell her that just the night before it had gotten pretty arduous. She nodded and hummed as she began checking down “there”.

“Okay, I see the issue.”

“What is it?” Jared asks as he holds me hand.

“Well Mr. Padalecki,” the doctor addresses. “It seems as though the encounter last night tore the mucus plug.”

“What? I’m not in labor, right? That’s what happens when your water breaks, you’re in labor. I’m not even feeling them kick anymore. I have no pain. I can’t be in labor, it’s too soon!”

“Not Y/N, you're not in labor. The tear in the mucus plug is leaking some amniotic fluid. It doesn’t seem to be much but just as a precaution, I’m going to prescribe bed rest for the remaining weeks of pregnancy. You can get up to go to the bathroom and come in for your weekly checkups but other than that, take it easy.

“Oh, and ahem…..I’m sorry but no more sex.” She looks at me and then Jared, her eyes scanning up and down his tall, lanky body and then back to me. “As tempting as I’m sure it is, we can’t risk infection or more complications.”

The last 12 weeks of my pregnancy goes by slowly. And we are all irritable more than we are amicable. The tension is glaringly obvious.

Once we informed Gen of the doctor's warning of no sex, it was decided that if I couldn't participate, then no one was fucking.

It was fine at first. I was too tired to be lascivious and my moods would change in an instant. I went from happy and carefree to crying and miserable. It was downright irritating.

On the morning of my 36th week, I woke to find Jared and Gen in bed beside me, kissing fervidly. It pissed me the fuck off!

"I thought we agreed no sex until after that babies come!" I spit out as I push the sheet off my body and try to roll out of bed. "I'll just go downstairs and yall can fuck like rabbits. I can tell when I'm no longer wanted and desired. I mean, I am three times the size I was when we met!"

By this time, I am up and grabbing my robe to throw around my body. "You could've just told me, you know. Instead of smeaking around behind my back."

I start toward the door as Gen calls for me. I grab the handle and turn it before speaking. "Leave me alone. I don't want to hear some lame excuse!"

I storm out the door and about to start down the stairs when it hits me. I just got pissed and went off on my husband and wife because they were kissing. God, I need to calm down!

Three steps down, my hand grips the rail as I double over in pain, calling out for my spouses.

I knew what was happening and I wanted them, needed them.

"Jare! Gen!"

They come running out of the bedroom and rushed to my sides.

"We're here baby," Gen assures. "We're here. Is it time?"

"I think so," I say, my breathing labored.

They help me to the bottom floor and over to the sofa before they run back upstairs to get dressed to head to the hospital.

"Okay. Yea okay," Gen says into her phone as she comes downstairs with one of Jared's tee's and a pair of sweatpants. "As soon as you get here. Okay. See you soon."

She helps me out of my robe and gown and into the clothes she brought.

"Dee is on her way to pick up the kids. She'll be here in five. How are the contractions?"

"Bearable."

"I love you so much, Y/N. We'll be right by your side the whole time okay?"

I nod as Jared comes down the stairs with my hospital bag before going to rouse the kids and get them ready.

Not long after, Dee shows up and takes the 4 Padalecki children.

"Come on, let's get you to the car." Jared pulls me off the couch and helps me to the garage, stopping when a contraction hits.

"God it hurts!" I cry as I pull myself up into the front seat of Gen's SUV. "I can't do this! I can't"

"Yes you can," Gen coos from the back seat, leaning forward and placing her hand on my arm. "You are strong and will rock these deliveries. And then we'll have two new beautiful babies to admire and love on."

Seven hours later, cries fill the quiet room as I push our daughter, Haven Paige Padalecki into the world. And 9 minutes later, her brother Oakley Jude Padalecki joins us, just as loud.

I'm crying of sheer exhaustion with a heart full of love as the nurse lays our babies on my chest.

"Hi babies. I'm your Mommy," I tell them. "You are both so loved already. Your Daddy and Mama Gen and your brothers and sisters all love you immensely."

I look to my right, to Jared. "They're perfect."

"Just like you," he says before he leans down and kisses me chastely.

"They're little angels," Gen says from her spot at my left. "Adorable little angels."

I turn my head and smile at her, pursing my lips for a kiss. She grants my request before the nurse moves in to take the babies for their check-ups.

"Baby #1 is 4 pounds, 5 ounces, " she announces. "17 ¾ inches long. Baby #2 is 4 pounds, 8 ounces and 18 inches long."

"They're tiny," I whisper, mostly to myself but my spouses hear me.

"That's okay," Gen says. "They're Padalecki's. They won't stay small for long."

After a short stay in the NICU, Haven and Oakley are released, along with me and we head home with Jared to meet the rest of the family.

As we are riding, I look back at the two car seats in the backseat and then to my handsome husband.

I could've never envisioned it, that day, oh so long ago, when I was a waitress for two of my idols; they would become my lovers, my spouses, my best friends.

Life is full of surprises and mine had an abundance of them.

A/N2: Okay, I did my part. Now its your turn to do yours. Send me those likes, loves and messages. Did you love it? Hate? And what made you feel that way? ;)

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friendlyneighborhoodcapricorn · 2 years

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today it seems like I'm not having the best day - my brain is all over the place - so I'm here asking for some knights headcanons that are just floating around in your head. just anything. anything that you haven't had the chance to talk about yet, anything that you can think of

Aw sure! Fair warning: I have no energy whatsoever today, so this might make no sense at all lol

I’m so proud of myself for finding a gif with all of them omg!! (That is Lancelot between Percival and Gwaine, right?)

When at Camelot, they all have their own chambers. But when they’re out and about, their sleeping arrangements are the funniest. (Pretty sure that in one episode, Lancelot is very nearly sleeping on top of Leon)

Gwaine will grab onto whoever’s closest to him. If there’s no one beside him, he can be found cuddling with branches, rocks, or anything else in the vicinity.

Leon sleeps like the dead -well, sort of. Honest to god, a bloody marching band could walk by and he wouldn’t wake up. At the same time, however, a falling leave could probably wake him up. The quieter the sound, the more likely it is that he’ll be awake.

Elyan might be the only one who sleeps somewhat normally. He’s also usually the first one awake.

Percival is the most restless sleeper ever. The guy doesn’t stay still for longer than two minutes tops, and then he’s tossing and turning again.

For someone who’s grown up in a literal palace, Arthur is surprisingly comfortable sleeping on the forest floor. He likes it even, likes being able to see the stars whence opens his eyes. He’s prone to nightmares, though, and it wouldn’t be the first time he’s woken up screaming.

Lancelot is an insomniac (projecting? Me? Never!) so he’s usually the one to take first watch. When he does eventually fall asleep, he’s also likely to have nightmares. He wakes up quietly but drenched in sweat. It’s better than when he’s in his chambers, though. Something about the fresh air and the lack of a ceiling or walls are enough to quickly soothe him.

Also, he, Gwaine, and Arthur all starfish the second they’re well and truly asleep.

I don’t care if it actually happened in canon (it might have, the images are too blurry to tell) but Lancelot has absolutely fallen asleep on top of one of the others. Whoever he falls asleep on, considers it an honour.

He just sleeps easier when he’s close to someone.

It seems like this is going to be talking about for the rest of the day this thing, so consider this to be your warning lol.

The first time it happened, it was a rather dire situation and it wasn’t really falling asleep so much as it was passing out. Because that’s what happens when you take an arrow to the shoulder.

Since Percival is the strongest of them, he offered to hold Lancelot down while Merlin got the arrow out. No one counted on Lancelot actually passing out in his lap. However, when Gwaine and Arthur offered to move him, Percival all but snapped at them.

They’d nearly lost Lancelot before, and it might have made them a tad bit protective.

So Percival doesn’t move all evening, and Lancelot wakes up with his head in his friend’s Lapland Percival petting his hair.

It’s a little awkward at first, and Lancelot apologised for nearly three minutes straight -which later turned out to just be delirious ramblings.

Next time it happens, it’s with Elyan. This one’s more mundane: Lancelot hadn’t slept in nearly three days, so he inevitably just fell asleep with his head on Elyan’s shoulder while the two of them were keeping watch. Arthur was more relieved than mad to finally see him asleep.

Speaking of Arthur, he was the next “victim”. It was cold, they were all huddled together for warmth, and somehow Lancelot ended up sprawled half on top of him (Arthur might have woken up with one arm around Lancelot, and the other around Merlin).

It’s something similar with Leon, he just falls asleep with his head on Leon’s stomach and neither of them is exactly sure how.

With Gwaine, it’s a conscious decision. It’s freezing cold and Lancelot can’t sleep anyway, so he’s resigned himself to sitting out the night. Until Gwaine rolls over, wraps an arm around his waist, calls him an idiot and tells him to go to sleep. And honestly, there’s no use arguing with Gwaine, and also it’s warm, so Lancelot wasn’t going to complain.

Alright, I’m going to stop this here lol, have fun with these <3

#headcanons #merlin bbc headcanons #merlin headcanons #merlin #merlin bbc #gwaine #lancelot #leon #elyan #arthur pendragon headcanons #arthur pendragon #gwaine headcanons #leon headcanons #lancelot headcanons #elyan headcanons

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qui-02 · 3 years

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When they overhear their crush calling them attractive/good looking/cute,lol.

Characters: Deku, Amajiki.

Note: This ended up longer than expected but and it’s not my best but here it is. Also I’m back from my holiday.

Bby is left flustered. Really really flustered.

He can’t believe that you thought that he was cute. Like him out of all the good looking guys from his class?

He tries to stay calm after he heard you but he can’t help but to go UwU all day long,lol.

Mina was leaning against her locker when she curiously asked“So, who do you think is the cutest boy from our class Y/N?” Your eyes suddenly grew bigger, you weren’t expecting that question, specially not that early in the morning. “Uh, well idk, never really thought about it.” Mina let out a small giggle “aww common, there must be someone” you let out a small sight before telling her what she wanted to hear “well I guess Deku. He is really kind and his freckles make him look really cute. So yeah, Deku.” Finally getting your stuff out from your locker you looked up to see a blushing pair of freckled cheeks. “G-good morning Y/N” you wanted the floor to swallow you, had he been hearing you all along? “Oh good morning Deku” “H-here is your water bottle, you forgot it yesterday” you grabbed the bottle and thanked him. Well that was awkward you thought but the other person was thinking other things.“Calm down Izuku.Only because Y/N thought that you were cute doesn’t mean that they like you. Act normal like everyone else does when their crush complements them. Now just head to class and everything will be ok…jdjejsjwjwjjwnshwuw they think that I’m cute <3” During the day he is spacing out and whenever people ask him about it he immediately turns red again.

You might have killed him.

Like he passed out when he heard you because he couldn’t handle it.

Lol

You were walking back from the USJ with a few of your friends from class. You could feel how sore your arms and legs were from the intense training but you didn’t care, it was all so you could achieve your dream. Tamaki was a few feet behind you, admiring how nice and happy you look laughing and talking with your friends. “Aww there so nice. I wish I could just talk to them like a normal person but I-I just can’t. I’m too shy for that. Maybe if I was like Mirio or someone else they would notice me.” Tamaki finished talking to himself and let a slightly loud sight after. Soon after one of your friends made a comment that caught his attention. “Guys, I know it’s out of topic but did you see how good Togata looked today? The way he was flexing his muscles unintentionally? He is really attractive” “yeah, but I think Amajiki looks a tad better. I find him more attractive than Togata for some reason. I don’t know why, maybe because he looks like an attractive elf” you commented. A few seconds after you heard the sound of someone falling, that someone was Amajiki who had a really red face. When Amajiki woke up the first thing he saw was you sitting on a chair reading a book. “Oh, Amajiki you’re finally awake. Are you feeling alright? You suddenly passed out when we were heading back after training.” He then remembered what happened, he remembered that you think that he is an attractive elf. Shyly he grew the courage to talk to you since you gave him a confidence boost my complementing him, “O-oh, I’m f-fine, don’t w-worry. T-thank you f-for being kind enough to see if I was alright.” You gave him a warm smile, “oh, don’t worry. That is what someone does when they care for the other person. Anyways I have to go, I’m glad that you are ok though.” You started walking to the exit before saying a “bye”. After you left Amajiki started overthinking again “oh my god. They care for me and know who am I!! Does that mean that they like me back? Wait,no. Someone like them would like to go out with me. But wait, they said that they find me attractive and that they care for me. That must mean something right?”

If in bold I can’t tagg :(

Tagg list: @dukina @gabbys-simphotline @pinkteamae @bitchybadkarma

#amajiki x reader #tamaki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #deku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku x reader

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i-need-entertainment · 4 years

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Haikyuu!! Boys getting accidentally flashed by their girlfriend

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi and Daishou

TW- second hand embarrassment, flashing someone, mentions of cleavage and underwear.

Akaashi Keiji:

You knew he was coming over today, you just forgot..that he....was coming over today....

In all fairness, you tried to look at least a little presentable, but after you threw on some sweatpants and a sports bra, you kind of got distracted?

And seeing as at the moment it was just you, chilling around in a sports bra didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Which is why when you heard a soft knock at your door and your name being called by your boyfriend, you didn’t hesitate to say ‘come in’, not realizing your mistake until he walked in.

As soon as you saw his eyes widen and the tips of his ears turn red, you remembered not finishing getting dressed.

Being the gentleman he is he promptly turned around and let you put a shirt on.

I’m sure you’ll laugh about it someday but until then...suffer lol.

Washio Tatsuki:

You had been invited to the beach with your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team, Fukurodani.

Seeing as they are a volleyball team, they decided to play a game of beach volleyball, you and the two managers were of course included.

Everything was going great. Your team was winning, Bokuto hadn’t gone into an emo mode, and everyone was having fun.

Everything was perfect until a wonky spike made by Konoha went a little further than you had anticipated, causing you to drive for it.

Surprising even yourself, you successfully got the ball up. But as soon as you stood up, Washio pulled you into a tight hug, looking up to him from your place at his chest you were met with the reddest face you’ve ever seen from your boyfriend.

We’re talking redder than when he asked you to be his girlfriend red.

You asked him ‘What?’ and he said in a small voice, ‘your top came off’.

Looking down, you indeed realized that your top had come completely off, but thanks to your boyfriend’s quick reflex’s, no one other than you and poor, poor Washio saw anything.

Continuing to shield you from your friends, he quickly picked up your top, dusted it off and handed it to you, turning around so you could put it on, and tying it so you both could be sure it wouldn’t come undone again.

Konoha Akinori:

You and your boyfriend had been hanging out at your house during the summer.

It had become increasingly hotter throughout the day, so you ran up to your room to change into something a bit cooler. You didn’t think anything of it when you chose a comfortable tank top to wear, figuring you were at home anyways so it didn’t matter.

You of course missed the slight widening of your boyfriends eyes when you came downstairs.

You two were just chilling at the table drinking some iced tea, scrolling on your phones and what not, when you leaned down onto your elbows.

The tank top you were wearing was less than helpful, because along with you leaning forward, your top was cut quite low.

Fortunately you caught it pretty quickly and of course apologized to your boyfriend. He muttered a ‘it’s fine’ before awkwardly laughing and moving on, leaning down so his hair could hide just how pink his cheeks had gotten.

Little do the two of you know how long that will haunt both of you.

Kita Shinsuke:

The two of you were on a date, you guys had just gotten out of the movies and were talking and walking around the nearby park.

The two of you were walking hand in hand, just enjoying being in each other’s presence really.

You were just about to tell him something when the wind picked up, picking your skirt up along with it.

You of course were quick to grab the hem of your skirt to tug it back down, but the damage had already been done.

He had been looking at you waiting for you to speak when your skirt had lifted. Giving him a...view. You were quick to apologize, and so was he. He assured you he didn’t see anything....but the thing was level with your waist so you know he did, he’s just too much of gentleman to embarrass you further.

Suna Rintaro:

Every morning, one of the first things you do is send your boyfriend a ‘good morning’ snap.

It was a normal, everyday thing, so you didn’t think much of it when you sent the first picture you took.

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t look back at the picture you had taken.

About five minutes later you received a snap back from your boyfriend.

It was a picture with his hand over his eyes and a caption that said ‘look down’, and after doing so and realizing the shirt you had slept in had slipped down, you were quick to send back another picture (this time with a fixed top) apologizing.

Him being the chill guy he is let it go, but it did end up being quite the wake up for both of you.

Ushjima Wakatoshi:

You had expressed to your boyfriend that you had wanted to start exercising more, and with him being the fitness buff he is, he was more than happy to help.

The two of you were working out at your house, just a simple warm up and some lighter exercises so you could get used to it.

You got into a plank position and got started, or did your best, him being the great boyfriend he is encouraged you and kept his mouth shut.

Well, about the pushups anyways. Not long after you had started he had leaned over and pulled your top further down your back, telling you it was showing your chest as he leaned back like nothing had happened.

Realization kicked in not long after for you, realizing that not only had you flashed your boyfriend, but he had nonchalantly fixed your top for you like nothing had happened at all.

Then again, that’s only because you were too focused on your own embarrassment to notice the light pink dusting his face.

Yahaba Shigeru:

Every morning Yahaba picked you up for school and the two of you drove together.

And seeing as it was now in the warmer months of the school year, you no longer had to wear tights and could now just wear the skirt.

When you guys got to the school Yahaba exited the car and made his way to your door to open it like he did every morning.

And after months of not having to worry about showing anything you had swung your legs out of the car like you had in the winter.

Except that now there were no tights to stop from showing your underwear off when your skirt had lifted, giving an unintentional ‘show’ to your chivalrous, albeit now red, boyfriend.

You now wear shorts under your skirt.

Iwaizumi Hajime:

You had a habit of taking your boyfriend’s clothes, his sweatshirts being your favorite item of his to leech.

Currently you were wearing a gray hoodie he had bought recently, but let you borrow since he knows how much you like wearing them.

Usually he has no problem with you wearing his stuff, but for this particular look, he just so happened to need the one you were currently wearing.

He asked for it, and you being the benevolent girlfriend you are, gladly gave it to him.

Er, you tried to, you had a little trouble getting it over your head. In other words, you were stuck.

Calling for help from your beefy boyfriend you tried once again to get it off.

Iwaizumi, being the benevolent boyfriend he is, tried to help you untangle yourself from the sweatshirt. Only to be flashed when you finally got it off your head.

The particular sweatshirt you were wearing was a bit of a tighter fit, and it caught the sleeves of your shirt juuust right to where when you two finally got it off, it took your shirt along with it.

Iwaizumi froze before picking up another sweatshirt of his and shoving it over your head, mumbling things before he stopped when he heard your laugh mixed with apologies.

He now makes sure to ask for his sweatshirts in advance.

Futakuchi Kenji:

The two of you had decided to get something to eat after school since Futakuchi didn’t have practice and your afternoon was free as well.

For the entirety of the school day, your uniform top has been giving you issues.

When you initially got your uniform it had come in a size too small, so you of course got another one, but yesterday you had spilled something on your shirt and needed a replacement.

It still fit well enough, it was just a tad bit too snug in some areas.

Specifically your chest.

The two of you had sat down, waiting for your order to be called when you noticed your boyfriend had gone uncharacteristically quiet.

You looked at him and he just nodded down to your shirt before whispering that ‘you’re button came undone’.

You were of course quick to button it back up and were about to apologize when he hushed you, choosing to instead place his blazer over your shoulders, assuring you that it was fine and ‘you just need to pay more attention dummy’ and some other witty remarks.

Although it was very obvious they were made to distract you from the burning red adorning his neck and ears.

Daishou Suguru:

I know what you’re thinking ‘oH sUrE iT wAs An AcCiDeNt’ BUT IT WAS.

You two have been dating for a while now, so it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to barge into each other’s rooms.

On this specific day, you had just finished taking a shower when he had come over. He was not aware you had just gotten out of the shower and you didn’t know he was there.

You made your way to your room dressed in a bath towel, drying off as you got your clothes and such ready.

You were just about to drop your towel when your bedroom door opened, revealing your boyfriend.

You were quick to tighten your grip on the towel and he was quick to turn around and leave your room, loudly shouting apologies as you yelled his name.

You were able to laugh it off later when he assured you he only saw a bit of your chest, but that doesn’t make up for the utter hUMILIATION you were feeling. And probably will feel for the rest of your life :)

#akaashi x reader #washio x reader #konoha x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #ushijima x reader #yahaba x reader #iwaizumi x reader #futakuchi x reader #daishou x reader #y/n #Haikyuu!!#haiku x reader

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crouching-vinus · 2 years

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Feel free not to answer this but could you tell us a little more about Gojo in the Blackmail universe?

Also I know Sukuna said he's not the reader's type but how would he (Sukuna) react if the reader and Gojo did start dating?

Thank you, sorry I was struggling a bit to think of headcanon requests ^^;;

Blackmail!Gojo hc's and emotionally unintelligent Blackmail!Sukuna hc's under the cut:

Blackmail!Gojo Headcanons:

A bit of a delinquent in high school, got into lots of fights cause he’s an arrogant asshole and can’t keep his mouth shut- made even worse by the fact that he could back it up

Toji caught wind of a new kid on the block that was making some waves but took one look at him and said ‘nah, fuck that’

Getou was the one who introduced him to their little underground ring, and Gojo took to it like water, sparking an intense yet friendly rivalry between the two that was also a tad bit toxic

Toji was supposed to fight him at one point as an exhibition match, but had to pull out due to some family bullshit- Getou offered to take his place

It was fine at first, but then their egos got involved and it went further than it should have, Getou ended up with a pretty significant head injury and has never been the same

Gojo’s never let go of the guilt and dedicates himself to teaching, only participating in matches if its for a good cause

His teaching methods are super unorthodox, he doesn’t classically train the kids in anything, it’s just all about the brawl and highlighting what works for each individual

Reminisces about high school the most out of his entire friend group

Blackmail!Sukuna reacting to Reader dating Gojo Headcanons:

Sukuna’s reaction to Reader dating Gojo I think depends on where it happens in the story, but would ultimately be like this:

Finds it hilarious at first, because you’re so obviously only doing this for his attention

He’ll bully you for it for a while, calling him creepy (Sukuna is creepier) and asking what the hell you see in an old man like that (Sukuna is older)

Starts to get more annoyed the longer it goes on because seriously pet, just drop it already, he gets it

If it’s in the early stages of their blackmail arrangement he’ll almost get a bit of a kick out of it, holding Gojo’s pretty new girlfriend hostage with a pic that could destroy him

The longer it continues the harder he holds onto the blackmail, and honestly he might just get to the point where its too annoying, too insulting, and he’ll flat out threaten you to leave him if you don’t want everyone you know to get airdropped a pic of his hand down your pants

Regardless, his self confidence is definitely a bit wounded after this lol

And if it happens later in your “relationship”:

Sukuna looks like he's just brooding, glaring at you and your new boy toy from afar, but on the inside he feels like he's been set on fire. Has to leave bc he genuinely can't take it and then stalks back bc who does he think he is? He's not a coward! Might flirt with Utahime just to make you both jealous but if you're not even paying attention, he'll literally just leave. And in his head he's like "haha, stupid girls make stupid decisions I guess, should've known better." Gets home and has a panic attack. Considers apologizing for like everything. Like fully on his knees begging for her forgiveness over his slightly burnt toast apologizing. He does not apologize. He actively tries to forget/ignore your entire existence and for a while, he's okay. If you come over to the house he will not leave his bedroom. And when he tries to sleep it never comes, because he can't keep himself from turning to his side, staring at his door, desperately wishing to hear your timid little knocks again.

Ironically, this loss forces him to be more “normal” around you, making him a thousand times more attractive to you and- hey, are you really sure you want to be with Gojo anymore?

#thank you for thinking of headcanons for me nonnie that was very sweet of you <3 #ask vinus #blackmail🖤

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sophteaa · 3 years

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Hiii, ok so we had to write a fanfic for class and somehow I ended up writing a secret history vampire au? I’ve never written fic before and it’s by no means perfect but I thought I’d post it here. Also it definitely doesn’t make sense chronologically or with some of the plot but whatever lol. Sorry if formatting got weird on tumblr

It’s <900 words and also has some Richard/Francis and I’d rate it maybe teen, there’s nothing graphic

The Secret History - Vampire AU

“And if beauty is terror,” said Julian, “then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?”

“To live,” said Camilla.

“To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm.”

~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History

I knew I should be glad that I had escaped direct involvement in the poor farmer’s death, but admittedly, some part of me longed to have been a part of their ritual, despite its dark outcome. It was what we stood for, something grand, a brief escape from monotonous mortality. It had taken months of effort after all, and rightly so, I think, I couldn’t help feeling a little left out.

The others must have sensed my bitterness, or else they also felt regrettably that I couldn’t have been a part of it, seeing as I learned what happened anyway, as Francis approached me some time later. He had knocked on my dorm room door after dark, and when I opened it he walked in looking a tad nervous.

“Francis.”

“Richard.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes, yes, just… we were talking yesterday, and… there’s something else that happened at the bacchanal. Something we feel you should have been a part of. You’re one of us now, after all,” he said, looking down.

“Oh. Did Henry send you?”

“I told him I would handle it.” When he didn’t immediately elaborate, I prompted him to go on.

“Well, so, what is it?”

“There was a reason that man got killed, and why we all came back so covered in blood.” He paused. “We have that saying, ‘live forever,’ and, well, Henry had a way to do that. To make us live forever.”

“Wh- How? I don’t understand.”

Francis looked around like he was searching for a way to explain. Finally he looked back at me and gave an odd, open mouthed smile, and then turned away again, exposing the side of his neck. The smile wasn’t really a smile; it showed me his teeth, two of which, I realized, his canines, were longer and pointier than they had previously been and looked unnatural in his mouth. On his neck were two tiny red dots about an inch and a half or so apart.

“F-Francis, '' I gasped, “no.” But it made sense, really, because it explained so much about Henry. How he was so good so young at translation and languages, how he had the money he did, why he lived so much in his studies that he hadn’t known about the moon landing. His perception of murder.

“ Yes. Henry is a vampire. We all are, now. Except for you and Bunny of course. Henry’s much older than us though. The books we read… he was actually alive when some of them were written. He was born in Greece. Ancient Greece.”

“That’s- that’s how you guys were able to have a real bacchanal. How he’s so impossibly good at Greek.”

“Yes,” Francis said, “it's quite impressive really, how much he knows and how well he’s kept the truth of it under wraps.” He sat down on the bed beside me - I had gone to sit down in my shock. “We only killed that man because we had just been turned, by the way. We were so hungry right at first and still out of it from the bacchanal. Normally human blood isn’t necessary, but we needed it then to complete the process.” To my astonishment, he then pulled a small vial from his pocket that looked to be filled with blood. “Luckily, we had the foresight to collect some extra from him in case we needed it.” Francis reached up and put a hand to my shoulder as I stared at him. “Will you join us?” He asked.

“Will I join you,” I repeated faintly. The sane thing to do would be to say ‘no, of course not,’ but as he held my gaze I found myself wondering what it would be like to truly live forever, to watch as the world changed around us, to have all the time in the world to learn, and read, and travel, and to stay young always. To be gods. And I thought also of how it would be to grow old and wrinkled and forgetful, while my peers, my beautiful, brilliant friends, stayed just as young and lively as they are now.

“Yes,” I whispered. Francis’s hand traveled from my shoulder slowly up my neck to cup my jaw. I repressed a shiver.

“Okay, good,” he breathed. “If you’re sure, it will be easier for both of us if…” He leaned closer, face now inches from mine, his other hand finding my arm. I closed the gap between us.

The kiss was slow but electric, both of us nervous. After a while his lips moved to my jaw and I tried not to think about the implications and just lose myself in the feeling.

“It’ll only hurt for a moment,” he whispered in my ear before placing one last kiss on my lips and then moving back down to my neck. Before I even knew it was happening, the world faded into hazy darkness.

#the secret history #tsh #vampire au #dark academia #vampires #Richard papen/Francis Abernathy #richard papen #francis abernathy #henry winter #fanfic #fanfiction #gay #donna tartt #oneshot #writing

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plume-pigmented-pili · 4 years

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Hey hey! here’s a little something I wrote for Eli a few months ago. They convinced me i should post it, so here i am lol

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Tw: Descriptions of a Cold, sickness (non graphic), feelings unwanted, coughing, headaches, misunderstandings, hurt/comfort. Let me know if I need to add more!

Words: 5.2k

Pairing: Prinxiety (Written as Romantic but could be read as platonic i guess)

“Virgil is miserable. Its the middle of the night, and Virgil is stuck in bed, unable to sleep, with a horrible cold. The actual cold isn’t why he’s miserable, though.

Is it selfish to want to be cared for?”

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Through Sickness and Health

Virgil could hear the clock on the opposite wall ticking just a tad too fast, and didn’t need to even look over at it to know it was way too late to be awake. Sure, he didn’t have the best sleep schedule, but at least he was usually enjoying himself when he stayed up, and it was rarely this late. It wasn’t even his fault this time.

But here Virgil was, laying in bed curled under all the blankets he owned, wishing he was dead. On paper, that sounds a lot worse than it really was, but who could blame him? The sweet release of death sounded like heaven compared to suffering here any longer. His throat was sandpaper dry, nose clogged with snot, and what felt like a small bomb went off in his skull with every movement.

That, though, wasn’t the main reason he was suffering.

He’d been sick before, he knew it would be over soon, but no physical pain could compare to the hurt he felt, knowing that the others knew of his illness, and didn’t give a single damn.

There was no way they didn’t know what was happening - even if he’d tried to hide it, which he hadn’t, it’s not like acting was ever his specialty - but not a single one of them had batted an eye since he came down with this stress induced cold.

Well, that wasn’t completely true. Patton had asked if he was feeling alright on day two, when Virgil had shuffled downstairs around three in the afternoon to grab a snack, hoodie flipped up as he dug around, his hands clearly shaky from fever yet he’d been too tired to try and hide it. He’d told Patton, in the least shaky voice he could muster, that he just wasn’t feeling very well.

In hindsight, it had probably been incredibly selfish of him to expect Patton to come to his aid and comfort him, maybe offer to tuck him in on the couch and make him something healthy to eat. He’d seen Patton do just that plus more when Logan or Roman were feeling under the weather after all. But despite knowing it was selfish, he couldn’t help the disappointment and sinking feeling he’d felt when Patton had simply responded with a gentle, almost pitying, “I’m sorry kiddo, thank you for telling me.” before walking away rather hurriedly, leaving it there.

The conversation rolled around in his head, as it had been for the past 5 days. Nobody had come to check on him, not even the resident fatherly side to see if he was feeling any better. He’d been downstairs one other time since that little exchange with Patton, but when he’d walked in on Roman and Logan talking casually in the living room, they’d both given him short, obviously forced smiles, and sunk out. That’d been on day three, and Virgil hadn’t gone back down there since. He wasn’t that hungry anyway.

Maybe they didn’t want to get sick? Or maybe they thought he was gross, and didn’t want to be near him. Did they think he would be rude to them?

All this thinking was making Virgil’s head hurt more. And it really didn’t matter the reason. They didn’t care, they clearly wanted to avoid him.

It hurt, worse than his actual sickness, having to stay away from everyone for days on end. It reminded him of the old days before he was accepted, when he wasn’t welcome anywhere else but the confinement of his room. He missed Patton’s warm greeting each time he walked into a room, or the rants Logan would get lost in that were strangely so calming. Most notably, though, he missed Roman.

He missed their stupid banter that always left him feeling more confident, and the never ending singing that Virgil pretended not to adore. Hell, he missed just talking to the creative side. He’d give anything just to have a conversation with him, just to lift his spirits a little. He longed for one of the warm, solid hugs that only Roman could give.

He would probably even give up his Disney posters, his entire MCR song library, or get banned from every Hot Topic in the country, just to be held and cuddled right at this moment. To be held in warm, secure arms, wrapped in the scent of cinnamon and roses, and drift to sleep knowing he wouldn’t be alone in the morning.

That last one had about a zero percent chance of happening, even if he wasn’t sick and contagious, but Virgil’s sleep deprived, fever ridden brain had decided to be sentimental, and Virgil couldn’t even stop it. At least he wasn’t gone enough to consider asking for any of that comfort he craved. it’d be easier for everyone to just wait in his room until he was better. Then maybe things would be normal again.

And that was his plan, until someone knocked on his door.

The anxious side’s gaze shot over to the clock, grimacing when the quick movement made his eyeballs throb. Who the Hell was knocking on his door at nearly 3:45 in the morning?

“Who-“ Virgil cringed at how his gravely voice broke, cleared his throat, then tried again. “Who is it?”

“I knew you were awake!” Romans voice, surprisingly enough, came from the other side of the door. He was clearly trying to stay quiet, but for some reason, he sounded really… relieved, and chipper. A second later, the Prince added a bit more bashfully, “Uh, unless i just woke you up by knocking, and if that’s the case I sincerely apologize, I didn’t mea-“

“No, I w’s already awake…” Virgil interrupted with a slight slur, groggy brain trying to keep up with what was happening. Being the embodiment of Anxiety, though, meant he didn’t get to stop being anxious just because he was sick. Why was he here? Was he angry? Virgil couldn’t recall doing anything that could offend anyone since he’d been self-quarantined, but then again, he couldn’t really remember his last name at the moment either. He mumbled to himself as he untangled his legs from the covers, cursing the universe under his breath because his head felt two times it’s normal size. Then he took a deep breath and sat up. He didn’t want to make Roman uncomfortable or grossed out seeing him all sick in bed, cause holy shit would that be embarrassing. He still didn’t look great, but it was a small step. “Come in Pr’ncey.”

The door swung open, revealing a timid, bed headed Roman, who seemed to relax a little when noticing Virgil sitting up in bed. “Hey there.. sorry to barge in, I hope i’m not bothering you.” he said, voice still lowered and really quite gentle as he shut the door behind him.

Virgil went to shake his head, but stopped himself before he could cause himself fucking brain damage and just shrugged instead. “ y’re not both’ring me. ‘sup?” yikes, all this sitting up and trying to look presentable business was making him realize how exhausted he was. His eyelids felt heavy already.

Roman took a few steps forward, keeping his eyes steadily on Virgil like he was waiting for him to keel over and die, or cough on him. It seemed pretty damn dramatic, even for Roman. “I… just wanted to check on you. I’ve uh, been a little worried about you, and i couldn’t sleep.” The Prince said, hesitant as he lowered himself on the foot of the bed.

Virgil blinked a few times, curling his legs up so his knees were to his chest to make sure Roman wouldn’t touch his feet under the 5 layers of blankets he had over him. Or maybe it was the sudden, treacherous hope that was rising in him, a hope he was trying to stifle. Roman was… worried about him? Roman of all sides? I mean, he wasn’t surprised that he cared, he and Roman were friends now after all. Virgil was just surprised he cared about this. He thought they were all in agreement to avoid him or something.

Virgil was about to open his mouth and say… something - he didn’t really know what he was going to say. It felt like his train of thought was chugging along through molasses - but he was interrupted before he could get any words out.

“Dude… no offense, but you look like actual death. And why in the name of Hades are you buried under so many blankets?” The Prince asked with what sounded like genuine confusion, at least for the second part.

Virgil huffed and pulled the blankets tighter around him, the movement causing him to shiver. He couldn’t decide what to focus on; The cold air on his back, the rising sensation of relief knowing Roman cared, or how weird that question had been. Quite honestly, Virgil wasn’t offended because he knew he looked like shit. he was just a little confused. He thought Roman would have known he’d look like shit. “What do you mean why do I have so many blankets. I literally feel like ’m freezing to death. ’s part of the package, shouldn’t you know this?” He practically deadpanned, not even for the snarkiness like usual. His speech was just dull.

But that only left Roman looking more confused, and probably a good deal more concerned if his expression was anything to go by. “I-... I didn’t know that, no.. I’m sorry. Do you want another blanket or something…?” he asked carefully, still awfully and almost painfully cautious.

And Virgil… was at a loss for how this could possibly be new information to Roman. it was pretty common knowledge even if you’ve never had a fever before. But instead of dwelling, Virgil once again stopped himself from shaking his head, sighing instead. “No, it won’ help.” he said shortly. The effort would be futile, but it was endearing that Roman at least asked. “Thanks though. That’s.. really nice of you t’ offer.” The anxious side offered a bit more quietly.

There was an awkward silence that followed, Roman shuffling his feet against the carpet slightly as he looked around the room. Virgil saw the other’s eyes catch on the pile of used tissues in the floor, another bout of confusion flashing in his bright green eyes, but he didn’t mention it this time. Maybe it was a lack of sleep making the Prince act so clueless at the moment. “I… I guess i’ve just.. i don’t know, everything is more boring without you around. Nobody to insult without actually offending them.” Roman spoke again after a moment, sending a half smile in Virgil’s direction.

A little smirk matched with a snort is what the Prince was rewarded with, Virgil's spirits lifted regardless of his misery. It felt nice knowing he was missed, and it made his chest warm knowing it was coming from Roman. For some reason, knowing he could make things more bearable for his counterpart was.. rewarding, in a way. And Roman looked proud of himself, before he continued a bit more solemnly. “You’ve been cooped up in here for so long, like what, 5 says now?”

That got Virgil to sigh, and maybe there was some defensiveness laying beneath the surface, made worse thanks to being miserable, but all he managed was a mildly annoyed side eye to Roman as he responded in a mumble, still doing his best not to run Roman off. “‘t’s not my fault.”

Roman was quick to shake his head, slight guilt in his expression. “I know! I-I’m not trying to make you feel bad, i guess i just- i don’t know, i’m just talking out loud… sorry.” Roman’s voice had quieted, eyes trained on the floor somewhat shamefully as he seemed to search for his words. “I just.. I just wish…” but once again, he trailed off, shaking his head and seeming to give up. “I’m sorry.”

“‘s fine, Princey.” Virgil mumbled back, eyes dropping to his lap where he picked at a loose string on his bedspread. Another silence followed, Virgil trying to sniffle as silently as he could. Despite how weird this interaction had been so far, and how slightly awkward it’s gotten, Virgil was honestly just trying to soak in the mere presence of another side while it lasted. He’d never liked being alone for so long. His stomach was starting to hurt for a reason aside from sickness. This sure was a good way to get Roman to leave early, the others were probably right for leaving him alone so far.

Suddenly, Virgil squeezed the blankets in his fist to try and stop a sudden tickle in his throat, the sensation coming out of nowhere. Unfortunately though, his instincts won out just seconds later as he was forced to cough, the sound gargled and gross even when he covered the whole bottom half of his face with his covers. Dammit, dammit, stupid fucking cough. And Roman just got there too. He wasn’t ready for the creative side to leave again yet.

“S- Sorry, sorry ‘bout that. Shit.” He mumbled rather quickly, hoping to by just a few minutes longer of the creative side’s company before it was taken away again for who knows how long. His head felt like it was being split open, no thanks to the effort it took to cough. Who the Hell’s idea was sickness? They should be fired.

Much to his surprise though, when Virgil hesitantly looked up to gauge how put off Roman was by his display, he only saw an overwhelming about of worry, but even more importantly, alarm.

“Apologies, but is this like- normal??” Roman asked with eyes noticeably wider, studying Virgil's pained expression, hunched over posture, the mess of dirty tissues around, and the way the bright numbers of his digital clock on his nightstand was covered carefully, with a washcloth no doubt.

Virgil drew in a deep, slow breath through his nose as he rubbed on his temples to try and alleviate some pain, eyes closed and head tilted down. Roman’s ridiculous questions were just making his headache worse, and honestly he didn’t even understand how the Hell he was so confused. Was this his plan? To come in here and confuse Virgil and his already incapacitated brain? ‘Cause if so, he was doing a brilliant job. “Roman, what the hell are you talking about.”

It came out less like a question, more like a very tired statement, but he was answered with confused stammering, Roman gesturing almost desperately to Virgil and his state. “What do you mean what am I talking about?? Dude, you’re clearly not doing well. I mean, I wasn’t gonna bring it up, but you’re sweating like a sinner in church, you’re covered in a thousand blankets, you were just hacking up a lung and you’re barely able to speak right from, what i’m assuming, is a nose full of mucus!”

“Yeah, okay, I get it. I look like shit, Pr’ncey, enough said.” Virgil snapped, glaring up at Roman and accidentally moving his head up to look at him too fast, sending a flare of agony through his skull. He cursed under his breath and winced, but powered through it even as Roman lifted a hand to- to what, help? It didn’t matter, Virgil moved away from the effort. “No, don’t touch me, alright? I don’t wan’ your pity.”

Virgil knew all of this was coming out more aggressive than he ever would allow if he was feeling himself. Hell, even now he was begging himself to just shut up and stay calm. But after almost 2 full days with no sleep, and 5 days of nonstop pain, coughing, being unable to breath properly, the feeling of fire in his throat every time he tried to eat, and then on top of that, being shunned by the 3 people he wanted- needed, more than anything. Well, he really couldn’t stop his composure from cracking and shattering.

Roman looked ready to respond, seemingly struck with more pity than before, but Virgil’s hand shot up to stop him. “I don’t want to hear it, Princey. Why the Hell are you even here anyway? If you’ve missed me so much, why did you wait 5 f’cking days to come see me? T’ come ‘check on me’? And, by th’ way, so far you’ve really only been fucking with me and making me feel worse, so in reality it probably would ‘ve been better had you just kept up your streak of avoiding me like ev’ryone else!”

Virgil was breathing heavily, head pounding and lungs burning after raising his voice just a bit too much at the end of his rant. He replayed the words back in his mind, heart sinking when he realized how aggressive he’d gotten. He couldn’t slow down his breathing, why couldn’t he slow his breathing?? Jesus christ, he wasn’t about to break down on top of all that other shit he just unleashed. Perfect, he was just proving the other side’s point for them.

With his body now starting to shake, jaw clenched to hold back tears because this week has been bullshit, and he felt like curling up and disappearing, if not to escape his aching body then to at least escape the anger he knew would result from that whole verbal meltdown he just had. Obviously Roman would be leaving, but would he yell first? Tell him how annoying and selfish he was, and how he didn’t get to be a huge asshole just because he was feeling a little under the weather? Or would he leave in silence, just exit the room with that silent, cold anger that Roman only showed when he was really upset.

Maybe he’d tell everyone else what happened, how he’d tried to extend an olive branch, test it out just to see if maybe his illness hadn’t made him into a pathetic prick, but Virgil lashed out as expected and ran him off. Would Logan and Patton get mad at him too? Come in and tell him off for being so horrible to his own family, that he couldn’t even be a decent person for 5 minutes.

Maybe things wouldn’t go back to normal even after he’s recovered, all because he couldn’t just control himself.

“Virgil, what are you talking about?” Roman asked exasperated, and Virgil dragged his hands down his face. He meant to make more of a growl in frustration, but it came out closer to a pained whine. His eyes stung for a new reason now. He just wanted this to stop. Why wouldn’t Roman just stop?

“What. What am I talking about what. I can’t do this- this whole vague shit righ’now, jus’ spit it out.” He hated how short tempered he was sounding, but Roman didn’t seem to be fazed. Virgil could see the Prince waving his hands around in his peripheral, looking tongue tied.

“The- The part where you think i’m fucking with you?? Why you think we’re avoiding you?? Why you’re so-... so….” Roman trailed off, a look of realization crossing his face, which quickly turned to horror and guilt. “Wait a… w-wait a second, Virgil, are you- are you sick??”

To say Roman sounded appalled would be an understatement, his eyes wide in shock, brows drawn, mouth slightly agape. Virgil’s head spun, suddenly dizzy as his brain tried to figure out why Roman sounded so horrified- why he sounded so surprised. He couldn’t stand it, he couldn’t understand what was going on. He felt nauseous and he just wanted to sleep. Before he knew it, tears were trekking down his face, thick tears springing from his eyes making the pressure behind them even more unbearable. A sob tore painfully from his throat, instantly catching the Prince’s full attention.

“Oh my… Virgil-“

Virgil shrunk away from the Prince’s voice, curling up once more into a ball, trying to hide from everything. His lip wobbled, he could feel it, but he was too tired to be embarrassed or feel pathetic. He pulled the covers closer around him. “R-Roman, please jus’-“ He hiccuped on a sob, hissed through his teeth as the action sent a sharp pain through his lungs. “I don’ know i-if you’re tryin’ to joke ‘r somethin’, but— but ’s n- not funny, o-okay?”

Instead of speaking clearly at a normal volume, Virgil was nearly mumbling the entire time he was speaking, slurring through words even worse than when the conversation started. Was it just him, or was the room spinning? “Please, i… i need you t’...” Virgil huffed for breath, exhaustion wearing on him like a switch was just suddenly flipped. It nearly took all his energy to try and get a deep breath.

“Ro…”

Virgil was met with a warm, broad chest, and strong arms wrapping around him before he even knew he was slumping forward. His ears were ringing, drowning out what sounded like a familiar voice speaking to him. They sounded distressed, he hoped they were okay. What was combing through his hair? He couldn’t quite remember what was going on before then, but all he knew was, he was safe now.

Then, the world went dark.

———

Virgil came into consciousness a little while later, his brain the kind of blissfully empty that only comes after passing out, apparently. He couldn’t grasp where he was before, existing in a reality where there is no past for a few moments. His head was vaguely aching, like a dull throb faded into the background, and his lungs stung only a little when he breathed in deeply. In his sleepy state though, Virgil didn’t concern himself with those feelings.

Virgil couldn’t see anything, he noticed not long after, but he could hear murmuring and the distant sound of water running.

Next, he realized he knew he wasn’t in his own room anymore, both because this wasn’t his mattress, and the room didn’t smell like his own.

He could smell.. cinnamon… and peaches… and ink. Somewhere in his groggy brain, Virgil recognized the smell, but at the moment it was just out of his reach. It didn’t bother him, though, not when he was so relaxed and calm. He felt like he was one with the bed, and the soft, fluffy sheets encasing him.

A few more seconds of coming to, and Virgil realized his eyes were covered with something damp, and cool… soft too. It felt amazing against his warm skin. oh right, i’m sick, a thought entered his mind gently.

Then, a lot less gently, the events from before he passed out rushed to the forefront of his mind, practically smacking him in the face. Because yes, he’d passed out, right in front of Roman like an idiot, oh shit, why isn’t he in his room, where is he-

“Virgil? Hey woah, calm down buddy- here,” Virgil heard someone quickly cross the room, and tended his body for all of two seconds before the washcloth over his eyes was being lifted.

Virgil blinked blearily, squinting his eyes even though the room was almost completely shrouded in darkness, save for a thin line of light coming from the cracked bathroom door. Someone was sat beside him on the side of the bed, but he was too blurry for Virgil to make out details.

“There you are. Hey Hot Topic, how are you feeling?” the person asked, speaking more gently than anyone had spoken to Virgil in a long time. Strangely though, Virgil wasn’t upset by it. It was.. nice…

Wait a minute, he knew that voice.

“R- Roman..? I.. Where…?” Distantly, Virgil knew he sounded like shit, which meant he probably looked like shit, and directly after asking that half assed question, he realized he had to be in the Princes room. “Oh.. fuckin’- I passed out on you..” he groaned, moving his hands up to scrub the blurriness from his eyes.

It worked, surprisingly, and now that Virgil could see, he realized that yes, Roman was the one sitting next to him, and yes he was in Roman’s room, in Roman’s bed. He also noticed how tossed Roman’s hair was, and the bright red with little snowmen pajamas the Prince wore. They were really adorable.

“Yes, I’m afraid you did.. and I’m also afraid that I am partly to blame for it.” Roman sighed, casting his eyes down as he pressed his lips in a line.

Virgil’s brows drew together, and, because he was so delirious, he reached out to grab gently at Romans sleeve. “How is it your fault that I passed out?” he asked incredulously. At least he could speak properly now. Now? Now since when? Oh geez, “Wait how long have I been out? A few hours? Days? Years?! Did I fall into a coma?!”

The corner of Roman’s lip lifted in amusement, and he gently lay a hand over Virgil’s, on his sleeve. “No, no nothing like that, Dark Knight. It’s only been an hour or so. I.. hope you don’t mind, but I had to bring you in here. Your fever was… really high.” The Prince of Creativity said, solemn by the end.

“I think i’ve managed to get it down, so it’s not so dangerous anymore, but Logan will definitely have to keep an eye on it today.”

That got Virgil's attention. “Wait- Logan? Uh.. yeah, not to burst your bubble Princey, but I doubt that’ll be happening.” There was a slight bitterness to his tone as he wrapped his free arm around his midsection, and though there wasn’t as much bitterness as there usually would be, Roman still picked up on it loud and clear.

He inclined his head, as if in agreement, and Virgil stomach only sunk a little bit before Roman was speaking again.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Virgil. You see, there seems to have been a grave misunderstanding. This is how I’m partially responsible for your passing out, same as Logan and Patton are also partly to blame.”

Virgil’s eyes widened, breath hitching at the sheer ridiculousness of that suggestion. No!! How could it be their fault? He’s the one that got so sick and couldn’t keep himself healthy enough not to fucking pass out. He opened his mouth to say as much, but Roman held up a finger before he could get out a single word, silencing him.

“A few days ago, 5 to be exact, it came to Patton’s attention that you weren’t feeling yourself. He told me and Logan that you told him you weren’t feeling very well, and that we should all give you some space the next few days.” Roman said carefully. Ah yes, that conversation. The one that’s haunted Virgil for nearly a week. Virgil remembered it well.

With a hesitant, still very lost nod from Virgil, Roman continued. “It seems that Patton, and in turn, Logan and I, assumed that your strange behavior was linked to.. well, anxiety.” He gave Virgil’s hand a light squeeze, any sign of a smile gone and replaced with pained regret. The Prince swallowed, just as Virgil pieced it together.

“Because of these more stressful times Thomas is experiencing, we wrongly thought that you were having a rough week, leading to worse anxiety. So… we’ve been leaving you on your own, thinking we were helping you..”

Virgil.. didn’t know what to say. He looked up and found Roman’s red, sorrowful eyes. When he focused, he could see they were just a little bit bloodshot, even in the dark. Proof that he had previously cried, no doubt about this. When Virgil didn’t speak, still too shocked as his slowed brain processes this, Roman continued, quietly choking back a sob just after he averted his gaze to the floor.

“V-Virgil-“ he voice cracked. Virgil’s heart was sinking in his chest. Roman had never looked so heartbroken. “Virgil I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were sick, none of us did! I-I swear I didn’t know, I would have never left you alone if I had, Virgil, Star, i’m so so s-sorry,”

Roman was practically full on crying by that point, though he clearly tried to keep it to himself and stay quiet. Virgil was grateful for the effort, but there were much more important things to focus on at the moment. He may not be completely himself, but he still couldn’t let Roman be so sad.

It was because he wasn’t completely himself that Virgil automatically sat up (taking his time to do so, trying not to upset his head), and leaned himself right against Roman, chest to chest, looping his arms around to loosely hold Princey in a hug.

It all made sense now, why he’d been ignored all week, and why nobody came to check on him or try to help. He felt a little (read: a lot) stupid for thinking that anyone in his famILY would do anything but show him the upmost care and attention when he needed it. They thought they were helping, and honestly, had he in fact been having a bad week of heightened anxiety, giving him space would have been the right thing for them to do.

Roman was quick to return Virgil’s hug, though to his credit, his hug was a lot stronger and more secure than Virgil’s. He buried his face in Virgil’s hair, a steady stream of teary apologies spilling from him. A steady stream that Virgil hastily tried to end.

“Roman, it’s okay… i’m not upset, I promise it’s okay. I know you were doing what you thought would help me. Please don’t cry, Princey.” He said softly.

It might have been a few more minutes, or a few hours, that the two sides sat together in each other’s arms. Roman’s cries and apologies slowly quieted to a stop, though the gentle combing of fingers through Virgil’s hair only continued as they sat.

“Hey… Roman?” Virgil whispered after a few more moments, the whole mindscape quiet, save for the quiet sniffles from both Virgil and Roman every once in a while.

“Yes, sweet Midnight?” came an equally gentle response. Neither side moved, Virgil too content with his face snuggly buried against his counterpart’s shoulder, and Roman too content with having Anxiety safe in his arms.

“Would… well, you can say no, but would you mind.. if I stay in here..? I don’t… really want to be alone…” a hint of Virgil’s usual anxious tendencies showed itself despite the tiredness that was starting to cover the darker side. Instead of head-swimming exhaustion though, this time Virgil felt pleasantly heavy and relaxed.

Without uttering another word, Roman pulled them both down to lay their heads on the pillows, lifting one hand to gently flick his wrist and manipulate the covers around them. The light in the bathroom turned off with a soft click of Roman’s fingers, one that Virgil hardly registered as he shuffled somehow closer to the Prince, still tucked safely in his arms.

As he fell softly and smoothly into the first restful sleep he’s had in days, Virgil noticed that he wasn’t freezing cold anymore. The dull throb in his head had gone away almost entirely, and it felt that much easier to breathe. But most importantly, Virgil felt less alone than he had in a long, long time.

Needless to say, Virgil was feeling better already.

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You’re Worth It (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You are the resident therapist for the Avengers and Steve asks you for a favor. He wants you to have a therapy session with Bucky. Then you find out that Bucky wasn’t exactly aware of this plan.

Warnings: some cursing, Bucky’s angsty past, a couple small sexual innuendo. Also like a ton of angst but I promise that it does get better lol.

A/N: This is my first fanfic on here. I posted some Harry Potter ones before this, but I reread them and thought I could do better. So, here we are! Thank you for reading and if you want this to turn into more parts, I can totally do that. <3

You had been in your office preparing for your next patient when Steve walked in.

“Hey, Dr. Y/L/N, can I ask you for a favor?” He asked, putting his hands in a praying motion.

“Yeah, absolutely! I do have a patient soon, though.” You replied. You were glad to help, Steve is a great patient and has been improving impressively. So well, in fact, you didn’t know if he would even need to see you much longer.

“Do you know Bucky Barnes? He’s an old pal of mine. He has been against going to therapy for a long time, but you’ve helped me so much and Bucky needs some help too I think. Plus, he saw you around the tower and thought you were cute.” Steve says.

You blushed at that last part, silently wishing you didn’t. You had a rule against dating any patient or anyone in the tower, since it would just be awkward when you inevitably break up. Every relationship you’ve ever been in hasn’t lasted long, considering you’ve never been able to find someone you truly liked.

“Yeah, of course I know Bucky. You don’t shut up about him during your therapy sessions and I’ve seen him sulking around the tower myself. I would love to help him, but like I said, I have another patient soon. I will only have therapy with him if it’s his choice though. And I think he’s absolutely gorgeous but I have a rule against dating anyone who lives or works in the Tower.” You explained.

You looked at the time, Tony Stark, your next patient, would be here any minute. You were the sole therapist for Avengers Tower. There maybe should have been another one, but Tony had one session with you and said that you were the best he’s ever had and no one would ever dare be a therapist and step into his tower again. He even gave you the title of ‘Chief of Mental Health’ despite being literally the only person in that department.

Steve must have noticed you checking your watch, because he said ,”Oh, and I bribed Tony to change his appointment and give it to Bucky, so you kind of have no choice.”

You looked up, “What? Who knew that Mr. Captain America himself was a cunning little bitch.” You joked, shaking your head. You and Steve, hell, you and everyone in the tower had that kind of relationship. And, he knew you swore like a sailor, so he even ignored it sometimes.

At that moment, Bucky walked in. He looked so handsome with his shoulder-length hair and baby blue eyes. He even looked a little nervous. Well, that’s not surprising, you thought. Everyone, even you, was a tad nervous on the first session.

Steve put up one finger and said, “Let me talk to Buck alone for one moment.” You nodded and he walked Bucky out to the hallway and shut your door. You heard whispers being exchanged and was a little confused but whatever, you thought. You were sure he’s just giving Bucky encouragement.

You went over and sat down on your grey seat and picked up your chamomile tea. That was probably your favorite part of being a therapist, getting to sit down in comfy chairs all day with your tea. Besides helping people of course.

The door opened once again, with Bucky and Steve reappearing. “Thanks for doing this again, Dr. Y/L/N! Bucky will love you.” Steve said, patting Bucky on the back. You smiled and he exited, leaving only a nervous-looking Bucky standing there.

“Why don’t you come over and sit on the comfortable couch across from me, Bucky?” You motion, pointing over to the couch across from your current chair. He nods and goes to the couch. Well, at least he looks a bit more comfortable, you think to yourself.

“So, what do you want to talk about? Anything is on the table.” You say. You’ve found that not going straight to the tough topics help patients build their trust with you more.

“Well, doll, how about you tell me about yourself first.” He says, getting a bit more confident now. Doll? That’s an odd name to call your therapist. But whatever, you’re sure they used it a lot in the old days. Letting it slide, you try to answer his question.

“Well, I was born and raised here in New York City. I got my PhD. in psychology from NYU and I have an apartment in Brooklyn. I got this job after only one session with Tony Stark and now I am the therapist for the Avengers.” Sure, it was a lot of work, but you absolutely loved your job. Helping the heroes who risk their life to save yours and everyone else’s was the least you could do, you thought.

Bucky nodded and said, “I’m from Brooklyn. Looks much different now than it did when I lived there though. A PhD.? Damn doll, you must be super smart.”

You smiled at his compliment. “Thank you. It wasn’t easy, but it was definitely worth all the late nights studying.”

“So, anything else you want to know about me before we get started?” You asked, getting your notebook to prepare to write notes about Bucky and how to best help him.

“Get started? Damn, doll. I was thinking we could grab a coffee before we ‘get started.’ But it’s good with me, I guess the girls roll a little different in this time than the 40′s.” Bucky says, chuckling to himself.

You were in the middle of getting to the correct page in the notebook but paused when you heard what he said. What did he think you meant when you said ‘get started’? It sounded very different from your meaning. And getting coffee? It almost sounded like he thought this was a date? You shook your head at that thought. No way could he possibly be that confused. And Steve said he thought you were cute, but you seriously doubted that the Bucky Barnes would even consider going on a date with you. So no, it definitely couldn’t be that. But whatever he thought this was, there was obviously a miscommunication that you had to clear up.

“Uh, Bucky? I think you must be confused. Steve told me that he convinced you to have a therapy session with me this afternoon. What did you think this was?” You ask, a little scared of the answer.

At hearing this, Bucky seemed very confused. “What do you mean, Steve told me that we were meeting here before going out on our date?”

Now it’s your turn to be confused. What does he mean by ‘our date’?

“Uh, Steve never said to me that we were going on a date. He told me that he convinced you to have a therapy session with me...” You said, shaking your head in confusion. This made no sense, what was going on?

Apparently that was the conclusion Bucky just got to as well, because he looked up, a little embarrassed and said, “I’m so sorry. Steve told me that you wanted to go on a date with me and that we were going to meet in your office before going out. I never would have agreed to this if I knew what he was really doing. I’m just going to leave, I’m so sorry for wasting your time.” Bucky raced his hand through his long hair and stood up, walking to the door.

At first, you were a little stunned. The Steve you knew, the world knew, would never pull a trick on anyone, especially his best friend. You knew him enough through your sessions to know that he would only do this if he absolutely had to. Which means he must be desperate for his friend to get the mental help he needed. Also, Bucky was just so damn cute and you have had the biggest crush on him ever since you went to the Captain America exhibit in the local museum for a school trip. You always saw him in the pictures with Steve, his heart-stopping smile still doing wonders on you despite the worn black and white photo.

So, you jumped up right when his hand touched the door handle to leave and probably never see you again. “W-Wait!” You said, hating your stutter but just cringed and kept going when you saw him turn around curiously. “While you’re here you might as well just talk to me. If you hate it, you never have to see me again and can just ignore me in the halls. But, if this session does help you, maybe we can schedule a bit more and see where it goes. I really think I can help you, Bucky.” After you finish your awkward speech, you just smiled and waited for his definite and irreversible no. Well, at least you got the chance to help him, you thought.

He just sighed and shrugged saying, “Well, I’m already here I guess. But are you sure this could end at any time and that you even want to help me after my dumb friend tricked me into embarrassing myself?”

You smiled and that last part and smiled, just grateful for the opportunity to help someone so burdened and has done so much for the world.

Bucky walked back over the his chair and said, “So, Doc, how do we start this?”

You grabbed your notebook again and turned to the right page again. “This is your session, it can start with however you want. But it might help to start from the beginning. How did you feel when you got drafted into a World War when you were only 18?”

He looked deep in thought and said, “Wow, no one ever asked me that.” He sighed before adding, “Of course it was my duty to fight and all that, but I was angry at the world for forcing kids who just barely turned adults to fight their wars for them. I knew it was going to be an adventure, but honestly I was scared shitless, doll.”

You nod, your empathy for him skyrocketing even though you guys just started.

And that’s how your bi-weekly sessions with Bucky would usually go. You guys talked about a whole manner of things, like his past in the 1940′s, his brainwashing with HYDRA, Steve saving him, and his nightmares from everything included. You two were closer than you normally let yourself get to patients. You didn’t know if it was because of everything he had gone through, or maybe even that you finally got to talk and help the Avenger who needed you most, but you honestly didn’t care. Your sessions with him really seemed to help him and now he hasn’t had a nightmare in over 2 months. Bucky seemed a lot happier and waved and talked to you in the halls. Steve even said that he hasn’t seen Bucky like this since the 40′s. You thought that with all things considered, he had a ton of improvement. You two had only been meeting for about 6 months and his progress was truly great;

You tried to forget that in your first meeting he thought you were going on a date and even apparently called you pretty. You knew that nothing romantic should ever come out of your patient and therapist relationship since it was obviously wrong. Every therapist knew that under no circumstances should you date your patient. It would always hurt the patient’s mental health even more and that was the opposite of your job. You suppose it could technically happen if you stopped being his personal therapist but it wouldn’t be worth it. All of his hard work would have been for nothing.

But you couldn’t help but think what if? What if it ended up working out? What if he got another therapist and you could date him? What if he was the one? But no, you were getting ahead of yourself, you thought. Bucky was great and handsome and so, so perfect. He was honestly everything you wanted in a partner. And still, you couldn’t take the leap. If it didn’t work out and you were possibly the reason his mental health got worse you could never forgive yourself. So every appointment with him you just smiled and tried to ignore that pressing need, even though you were beating yourself up for either being a coward or for being so selfish that you wanted to take that chance.

One day you were in the middle of researching new ways to help a client’s recent mental health issue and trying to (and failing) ignore a certain issue when Bucky walked in with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a nervous look on his face. You stood up, very confused but nonetheless making yourself known.

“Uh, Y/N? Could I maybe talk to you for a minute?” He asked. You’ve never seen him dressed so well. Normally he just wore either workout clothes or sweatpants. You two even often joked together that he owned no normal clothes.

“Yeah of course. I’m sorry I didn’t know we had a session today.” You said, cursing yourself for making such a mistake. Usually you were pretty good with schedules, even though working with the entire compound was a bit much to remember.

“Oh, we don’t. I just wanted to ask you a question.” Bucky said, biting his lip. A nervous tick that you soon discovered in one of your early sessions together.

“Sure, ask away.” You replied. You were getting a little worried. Surely he didn’t want to end your appointments together, right? Did you do something wrong?

“First of all, these are for you.” He said nervously as he handed you the flowers. You smiled, surprised that he remembered you telling him your that your favorite was y/f/f while complaining that the local florist didn’t have them during one of your bi-weekly meetings. “Thank you, these are absolutely beautiful. I love them.” You smiled and walked over to a window ledge with a vase on it and put them in, admiring how they looked in the sunlight.

When you were finished admiring them you walked back over to Bucky. “Thank you again, they really are beautiful. I don’t even remember the last time someone was so nice and got flowers for me.” You said and hugged him. You knew he wasn’t that great with personal touch but surprised you when he hugged you back pretty quickly. For a moment you just focused on being in his arms but then soon thought of how inappropriate it would look to an outsider and reluctantly pulled away.

“So, what did you want to ask? Is everything okay?” You ask, quickly remembering that something could be wrong with him.

“Yeah, of course everything is fine. You truly are a great therapist, Y/N. You’ve got a gift.” Bucky said. You blushed at his words and hated that your color would give away your inappropriate feelings possibly. His words did calm you down though. But if it wasn’t about therapy, then what else could it be about?

Feeling your blush go down finally, you nodded and urged him to go on, now too curious to wait it felt like.

He sighed and nervously ran his hand through his hair. “You have to promise me that if this goes wrong, our relationship won’t be ruined. It’s too important for me to ruin by being an idiot.” You immediately promised. Normally you would be cautious about such a thing but you have never trusted anyone this quickly and this much with Bucky.

After he saw your quick agreement, he went on. “So, these past couple weeks, well since we’ve started meeting actually, I was interested in you. I was never going to act on it in a million years but you’ve helped me so much and I think we could really be great together. And Steve might have noticed me staring at you and telling me I should do something about it.” He chuckled. “So, want to go on a real date? I would go the whole 9 yards, nice restaurant and everything. But I don’t want to pressure you into anything you don’t want to do and know that our relationship isn’t necessarily the easiest to become romantic. I just think you're worth it, doll. You're worth all of it.” He stopped and bit his lip again, waiting for your response.

Your heart soared when you heard his speech. No one had every made you feel this way. You were about to say yes, so close in fact, but then you remembered the real truth. You are his therapist, his doctor, his advocate. That was special and meant something to you. You knew he wanted this but it was your responsibility to make the hard choice, to do what you honestly hated to do but thought was right.

“No, Buck. I’m sorry but I can’t. I just think it could ruin all your hard work and that’s the last thing that I want to do. It just shouldn’t be risked.” You said. Telling him that felt like vomit was coming up and you felt even worse when you saw him look dejected and lose his smile so quickly because of you.

You moved your arm to touch his and try to support him the best you could within your boundaries but he saw you trying to do it and moved before you could touch him. And that really hurt.

You opened your mouth to try and say that you wanted to say yes, that it wasn’t him and just your job but he put up his hand to stop you and said,”No, I shouldn't have asked, I’m sorry.” before walking out.

After the door shut you just closed your mouth in surprise of how this could all go so wrong before falling on the ground and just sobbing. You were hyperventilating soon and snot was going everywhere but you just didn’t care. You were the therapist, the one who knew all the mental health tips and tricks but you were too broken to think logically and it felt good to just let yourself cry.

This stayed the same for two straight weeks. Bucky rescheduled every meeting and put himself into more missions, especially the more dangerous ones. You would cry yourself to sleep nearly every night and by the morning, your eyes were really puffy and swollen from the night before. Everyone in the tower knew something was going wrong and you could feel their stares of sympathy and worry. You felt terrible but what felt even worse was that you weren’t even speaking with Bucky anymore. And as bad as you felt, you couldn’t help but be even more worried for him. You were prepared to just wallow in your own self-pity and cry for the nth time when Steve knocked on the door and walked in when you were in your office, just drinking chamomile tea and looking at the flowers Bucky got you.

“Hey Doc, how’s it going?” He asked, sitting down and looking worried. You just looked up at him and decided to finally cut the shit and get right to what you were worried about. “Steve, how’s Bucky? And tell me the truth, I’ll find out eventually.” Steve sighed and said, “Honestly he’s not doing great. He looks like crap and is throws himself into missions. Bucky also keeps taking stupid risks that could leave him wounded or even worse. We’ve all spoken with him and he just ignores it. I think the only thing that would really fix him is talking with you. he’s never been like this before, I just don’t know what to do.”

You knew that he would probably tell you the last part, that he feels out of control. Control issues was what you most talked about with Steve during your sessions. Not that you could blame him, you would definitely have them too after everything he has gone through. But that could be discussed in your future sessions with him. Right now, you just wished everything was back to normal.

You nodded sadly, even more worried for him now. But Steve talking to you changed something. You needed to talk to Bucky. And right now. Your fear of rejection was high and you knew there was a fairly high chance that he was too hurt to trust you and that he would probably say no but you didn’t care. Even if he rejected you, you didn’t care. As long as he would be better and your relationship went back to normal, you could live with it. Even if it would take a long time to get better after this, he would be worth it.

So you just looked up, your mind set on what you had to do. “Where is he? I need to find him right now.”

Steve looked up surprised and said, “Uh, in his room I think. He just signed up for another hard mission and we asked him not to but he insisted. He’s probably getting ready since he will have to leave soon.”

After hearing this, you jumped up frantically while yelling “Thank you so much Steve!” as you ran out, not even caring to stop the door from slamming.

Now, even though you worked in a tower full of superheroes, you were only the therapist and still haven’t ran in a while. So you ran and ignored all the stares of the workers and Avengers. When you finally got there, you were out of breath and breathing hard. But still, you worked through your mini heart attack and knock on the door, still frantic.

You heard some rustling behind the door and a few mumbled curse words when he began saying loudly, “Steve, I’m fine. I’m going on that mission whether you think I should or no-” Bucky opened the door and once he saw you, a probably sweaty, red, and gross you, finished with a confused “-not?”

You put up one finger to signal for him to give you a moment to catch your breath. After that, you joked, “Guess I need to workout more.”

“No, I think you look great. Uh, n-not that my opinion matters or anything. If you think you need to work out then that’s what you should do.” He said, nervously stuttering but nodding at his final sentence like by catching it he saved himself from saying something wrong.

He cleared his throat before continuing. “So, how can I help you? I do have to leave on a mission soon though.”

It broke your heart how formally he was speaking, almost like you were complete strangers.

Maybe you should go, you thought. But no, you had to. Bucky was worth the embarrassment you could possibly face, whether you two were going to date or not. Forcing yourself to remember that, you steeled yourself and said, “I’m sorry Bucky, about everything I said. That date sounded amazing, it really did. I wanted to go and I still do. I was just worried about how inappropriate it would be for a therapist to date their patient. I didn’t want your mental health to backtrack and I honestly thought that I was doing the right thing. But I miss you, Buck. I miss you terribly. And you're worth all of the risks to me, you outweigh them all. So please don’t go on that mission, let someone else take the dumb risks. From what I’ve heard you have taken enough for a while. Please, just stay with me and we can talk?” You looked up at him pleadingly and saw him pull out his phone before shutting the door in your face.

That shut door hurt you, but you were prepared for it and sighed. It was too good to be true, you guessed. The fairytale ending, the white picket fence, the handsome husband. You turned around, prepared to walk away with the thought of going back to your apartment and drowning your sorrows in chamomile tea and tissues when you heard the door open behind you and felt a hand grab yours to turn you around.

And there was Bucky, smiling like an absolute idiot. And at first you thought that he was making fun of you, but even then you still thought he looked handsome with that smile. “Sam’s in. He’ll take the mission for me.” He said.

“What?” was all you could muster. You had no idea what he was talking about it sounded almost like... That’s when you heard Sam on speaker phone, “Yep, that’s right sweetheart. I’m gonna do the dumb mission. Kiss Bucky real good for me, sucks I can’t be there to do it myself.” Then you heard Sam make a bunch of kissy noises and that’s when Bucky said, “Enough of him.” And ended the call. Then he grabbed your hand once more and shut the door behind you. He backed you against his door with him so close to you that your chest was touching his.

You were still in shock of your luck when Bucky leaned in and kissed you. You were a little shocked but soon kissed him back, and hard. It was like you were underwater and he was the oxygen. The kiss soon turned rougher and you did not mind at all.

A couple hours later you were both laying on the bed, snuggling and watching a dumb movie that both of you weren’t even paying attention to. You were both just too wrapped up in each other’s presence. “Hey, I think you got some of that exercise you mentioned needing. Maybe we could even do some more if you want.” Bucky said, looking down at you and laughing.

You hit him lightly but couldn’t help from laughing hard as well. Only hours ago you thought that you wouldn’t get anything with Bucky. No happy ending, white picket fence, and with Bucky, the whole package. But no, you got much more than that. So much more.

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