#and I had to throw away 3 pairs of shoes two curtains one rug and several books because he sprayed on them so like don't @ me about it k
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Alabama, Arkansas
Mr. Gold/BelleFrench, Teen
Summary: Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my ma and pa, not that way that I do love you.
Notes: Title is from the song Home by Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros which I heard on my drive to work today and got inspired. For the 31 Days prompt #3: home.
[AO3]
“Come home with me.”
Gold’s voice was soft, just enough above a whisper to be heard over the din of the party. Their breath mingled between them, hot and smelling faintly of hot cocoa. Belle licked her lips, smiling as his gaze was drawn to the small movement.
“Yeah?” she asked, her eyebrows lifting. She’d been in his home exactly once, despite the fact that they’d seen each other naked more than a dozen times, but all of those had been in her small apartment.
“Yes,” he replied, pressing her back against the wall. “I want you in my bed. I want to make you scream and then make you breakfast in the morning.”
She swallowed. “What about - about Neal?”
The mention of his son’s name made him smile. “He’s staying the night at a friend’s house, won’t be home till morning.”
Gold’s hand started to slide up under her skirt, his warm palm spanning her thigh and drawing her leg up to his waist. A tiny whimper slipped out as she pulled him back down for another kiss, her fingers sliding into his newly shorn hair. He said he’d needed a change, something fresh, something different, but she wasn’t sure the change he was ready for was for their relationship to be out in the open. But like hell if he was taking her back to his place that she was doing the walk of shame at six in the morning just so his ten year old son wouldn’t see that she was there.
Belle pulled back, breaking the kiss, and panted for breath. “What about - in - in the morning?”
Gold’s tongue pushed at his bottom lip and his hand flexed where it held her thigh as he grinned. “I’ll make enough pancakes for all of us.”
“I’m home!”
Gold winced as the bundle of plastic bags banged against his leg in his efforts to shut the front door.
“In the kitchen!” called Belle.
He maneuvered the bags to his other hand as he wriggled out of his overcoat, and then hurried down the hall. His shoes squeaked against the tile floor as he came to a halt in the doorway, his eyes going wide at the sight before him. The entire island, end to end, was covered in all manner of debris, and in the center was a towering structure oozing something red and slimy.
“We made a volcano!” Neal exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. “It’s for the science fair at school.”
Belle bit her lip and mouthed ‘sorry’ at Gold, her expression almost pained. Gold looked down at the bags he’d carried in, containing all the things he thought he might need to make something that resembled the volcano his son had requested as his project for the science fair, and shook his head. He had no actual idea how to make it, but he did know how to find instructions on the internet, and he was fairly certain he pull of something that at least bubbled over respectably.
What had taken over half of his kitchen was something else entirely, and was on the whole very impressive. He should have known that Belle was far better equipped to help him construct such a thing. He’d take her brain over the internet any day.
“Well, I can see I’m surplus to requirements,” he said, his mouth curving.
“I’m sorry,” Belle replied, coming around the island to stand next to him. “He asked and I saw we had all the right stuff, and I might have...”
“Done a fantastic job.”
She startled a bit and looked up at Gold. “I was going to say carried away, but thank you.”
He smiled at her. “No, it’s absolutely amazing. You’re amazing.”
“Yeah, she is,” Neal said, moving next to Belle and wrapping his arms around her to pull her into a sideways hug.
She put one arm around him, squeezing him back before ruffling his hair, and Gold felt his heart swell. Then his eyes scanned the slope of the mountain, trailing down the ragged border of the volcanic caldera, which he assumed to be made of paper mache or some such, and then stopped at the edge of the butcher block counter. Three rows of ten or more small figures were scattered around the bottom of the mountain as the red sludge slipped downward towards them.
“What are those?” he asked tentatively.
“Lego men...?” offered Belle hesitantly.
Neal grinned at both of them. “Those are the villagers fleeing from the lava!”
“When are you coming home?”
Belle sighed heavily on the other end of the call. “We talked about this. I’m not.”
Gold’s eyes closed as his hand squeezed the handle of his cane. “Belle, please -”
“Don’t,” she interrupted, fighting to keep the tremble out of her voice. “Just don’t. I’m tired and I can’t do this anymore.”
“But I - I love you.”
His body shook as the first tears fell, his legs wobbling and threatening to send him to the floor of his shop. He knew it was too little too late. The damage had been done, and he deserved nothing less than her censure and derision. Leaving was the best thing for her, and all he could hope was that she found happiness wherever she went. Telling Neal that she was gone was something he couldn’t even contemplate at the moment, but he vowed to make sure that the boy would put no blame on her.
“I know.”
Her voice was so soft he almost didn’t hear it, and then the call ended.
“Let’s go home.”
“Home?” Gold asked, unable to restrain the hope in his voice.
Belle nodded, her eyes tearing over as she pushed up on her toes, throwing her arms around his neck. He hauled her against him, his hands holding her as close as possible as he buried his face in her soft hair and kissed the side of her neck. Her fingers trailed through his hair, a little longer now than when she left, as her other hand squeezed him tighter.
They separated after another minute, and Gold shook his head. “Why did you come back?”
“Because this is where I belong.” She smiled, her head tilting to the side. “And because I love you.”
A chilly wind stirred her skirt where it stuck out beneath her wool coat a second before his lips met hers. There was a whoop and a whistle from somewhere nearby, but neither of them cared that they were being seen by everyone passing by the bus stop on Main Street.
“Belle!”
The voice made them break apart, and Belle finally let her tears fall as Neal came bounding towards her.
“You’re home!”
She wrapped her arms around the boy and kissed the side of his head, noting that she barely needed to bend anymore to hug him properly.
“Yes,” she said, looking over Neal’s shoulder at Gold, and holding out her hand to pull him into a hug as well. “Yes, and I’m never leaving again.”
I’m home. Is it safe?
Belle smiled at her phone and tapped out a reply before she peaked through the front curtains.
They’re asleep. Coast is clear.
Gold eased the front door open and kicked the snow from his shoes against the mat as quietly as he could. Belle came down the hallway, reaching out for the packages that filled his hands. She hefted them up on her arms and then went through into the living room.
“How long did it take?” he asked quietly, shrugging off his coat and then following after her.
The fire cracked and snapped, and Gold shivered as the heat hit him.
“Two rounds of Green Eggs and Ham,” she replied, bending down to the floor. “I waited an extra ten minutes before I texted you.”
He nodded and moved to help her, slipping the wrapped presents out of the bags and stacking them beneath the twelve foot tall Christmas tree. The entire room was bathed in a soft, warm glow while outside the snow was falling in fat, heavy flakes. The drive from the shop, where they’d stashed the presents, back home had been less than ideal, but it was the only place they’d could think to keep them with a pair of inquisitive twins around the house. They’d recently figured out how to work doorknobs and their favorite activity was taking turns shutting themselves in the upstairs linen closet.
“There,” Belle said sitting back. “Think we overdid it?”
Gold eyed the pile of presents, some of which were for Neal and his girlfriend Emma, and one in particular that was for Belle, though she didn’t know it yet. “For a family of ten, no.”
She giggled at that and swatted at his arm. He caught her hand and pulled her into him, making them both topple over onto the rug in front of the fire. A soft grunt escaped him, which a moment later turned into a low rumble as his wife pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Gold,” Belle said slipped off her robe to reveal dark green lace and silk.
He licked his lips and reached for the thin little straps at her shoulders. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Gold.”
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Roomies; Part 5
A/N: Okay, so here is Part 5! Please tell me what you think :)
I have some twisted ideas for the next part ;)
Part 1: Here
Part 2: Here
Part 3: Here
Part 4: Here
Pairings: Steve x Female Reader
Warnings: Angst, PTSD/Nightmares, Fighting, Swearing
Word Count: 2,880
Blurb: Tony fucks up, causing half the tower to relocate – you get to bunk with Steve for a few weeks. Then you go out dancing for your birthday, get drunk, try to sleep with Steve and pass out. After facing the aftermath of what you assumed would be Steve never wanting to talk to you again, you ended up having the most mind blowing sex of your life with him, and you can’t wait to see what the future holds. The weeks start ticking by too quickly, and then you’re called into a mission which takes up more of your time. You were injured on the mission and you kept slipping in and out of unconsciousness and you’re not sure how much time has passed.
When you woke up next time the beeping had ceased, you could see that you no longer had tubes and wires connected to your body, but there were bandages on your left elbow where an IV had been put in. You were groggy, and everything hurt.
You looked around the room, you were searching for Steve. For anyone really. That’s when Bucky’s hands shot out of the darkened corner and enveloped yours.
“Hey Y/N” he said in a whisper. “He wanted to be here when you woke up, but Y/N, he hasn’t slept in days and we all begged him to get some sleep” he continued, giving your hands a light squeeze.
“Is…” you swallowed, your throat dry, and your voice hoarse, “is everyone… else… okay? Did we all… make it…okay?” you said, swallowing between words, Bucky’s laughing startled you.
“You’re lying in a hospital bed, after being stabbed and you’re worried about everyone else?” he smiled at you, before turning and signalling a nurse, he looked back to you then, “everyone else is fine, no one else was hurt, or at least not seriously, a few minor cuts and bruises, we got all the data from the base and we even managed to blow it up, the mission was a success.”
Just then Steve burst into the room, he was wearing long dark blue track pants, a white tee shirt, his hair was messy, his eye’s blood shot and he wasn’t wearing shoes.
Bucky immediately let go of your hand and stepped away, Steve was at your side in an instant, and Bucky slipped out of the room. Steve kissed your forehead, squeezed your hands and then sat and looked at you.
He looked terrible, like he hadn’t slept in months, rather than days.
“Hey baby” he whispered, kissing your hands.
“Hi” you smiled at him. You tried to sit up and winced at the pain, Steve got up and got another pillow and tried to help you. “How… how long was I out?”
“You slipped in and out of consciousness the whole way here, then you were put in a medical induced coma so they could operate and stop the bleeding, that lasted two days, and then you were out cold for three more” he said, you were trying to work out what day that meant you were on today, Steve noticed you frown, “it’s Sunday, today” he said, “baby I was so worried about you.”
“I lost a whole week?” you asked, tears were threatening to spill over your cheeks.
“Baby, hey, baby, shhhhh, it’s okay” Steve said, climbing gently onto the edge of the bed and holding you. You hugged him as best you could, pain shooting through you if you moved too much.
“It’s not fair” you cried.
“What do you mean it’s not fair?” Steve asked.
“I don’t want to miss out on any more time with you Steve” you buried your face in his shirt and sniffled. He hugged you tighter, but not too tight.
“Baby, shhhhh, it’s okay, you won’t lose any more time with me I swear” he said into your hair.
You sat in silence for a while, in each other’s arms, you’d calmed down a bit and Steve’s breathing had evened out, he wasn’t stressing anymore. You ran your fingers in small circles across his arm that was holding onto you. Your eyes started to get heavy.
“I’m really tired” you said sleepily against him.
“Get some rest, I promise I’ll be here when you wake up” he kissed the top of your head.
“I love you Steve” you whispered, you fell asleep before you could hear his reply.
***
The next time you woke up there was sunlight filtering through the curtains and Steve was still here, just like he said he would be. He was sitting in the chair Bucky had been in when you first woke up, he had his head resting on the palm of his hands, a thin blanket thrown over his lap. He was asleep.
You wriggled on your bed a little, trying to get in a more comfortable position. A nurse entered the room. You smiled over at them. Just then they dropped their face mask, revealing their face. It was the man from the Hydra compound. He rushed the bed, smacking you across the face, and then ripping your pillow from under your head and slamming it down over your face. He was trying to suffocate you. You started thrashing, trying to alert Steve or someone else.
You jerked away, heaving. Steve was beside you holding onto your hands.
“Baby, baby, it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay” he was whispering, he touched your face. You were shaking and crying. “Shhhhh, I’m here”
“I saw him Steve, he was here, and he tried to kill me again” you said between sobs.
“Y/N, he’s dead, I promise, Barnes got him, he won’t hurt you.” Steve said, caressing your cheek.
***
The next few days went by slowly, you weren’t allowed to leave medical; in fact you weren’t even allowed to leave this ward. The nurses had agreed to let you get up and walk, small distances, as long as someone was with you, mostly it was Steve, or when you had managed to get him to go shower and sleep, Bucky came to visit. They never visited at the same time, and they didn’t speak to each other when one arrived and the other left. But whenever you asked, they both just turned the conversation back on you, to see how you were doing.
When Sunday rolled around – you’d been in here a week – the doctors had signed some papers to say that you were allowed to leave medical, but you had to come back once a week, for a least three weeks for check-ups; you weren’t allowed to do anything physical, no training, no mission, no Steve. And you would need to re-dress your wounds every day for at least a week.
“So, I have something to tell you” Steve said, taking your hand in his as you left medical.
“What’s that?” you asked, looking up at him.
“Tony finished the renovations, you’re allowed to move back in to your old room –” he started. You stopped abruptly in the corridor. He turned to look at you, worry showing on his face.
“Do you want me to?” you asked. Steve didn’t say anything, just looked at you like you were made of glass and if he said anything or moved you might shatter. “Do you want me to move back into my old room? Because if you do, I will”
“Well, that was actually going to be my next thing, I have something to show you” he held at his hand, and you took it, unsure of what he was going to show you.
When you rounded the corner to his room, you saw all the boxes in the hallway, your heart sunk to your feet. Steve dropped your hand and jammed his key in the lock, and threw open his door.
“I hope you don’t mind,” he started, lightly tugging you forward.
When you got to his door way, you saw that all your stuff was in his room, your throw pillows were on his bed and some on the window sill you loved sitting on and reading, all your potted plants were strewn across the room on shelves and tables and in the bathroom, your clothes were all hanging in the closet, shoes on the floor, there was a rug as well, all of your paintings and a few photos of the two of you littered the walls.
“It’s probably not as nice as you could’ve done, but –” he started to say, you grabbed his face and kissed him. “I don’t want you to go back to your old room, if you want to, I will help you pack, it’s just when you were in the hospital and Nat had forced me back here to shower and sleep, well I couldn’t sleep so I went and got your things, and I tried to make my room, our room, so that when you got better –”
“I love it Steve!” you said hugging him, “I love you.”
“I love you too Y/N” he kissed the top of your head, “and now we won’t miss out on any more time with each other.”
***
The weeks went by in a flash, and they started to blend together. You’d been cleared for light training and light duties, your stitches were due to come out in the next few days and you’d got to sleep with Steve every night, to snuggle into his chest and wake up each morning in his arms. Life was good.
Except, you’d noticed that Bucky was never around, he was always on missions, and when he was at the tower, he wasn’t hanging out with the rest of you. And Steve wouldn’t talk about it.
Steve was called to see Tony, and so you went to the gym to do some light sparring. When you got to the door, you saw Bucky doing weights. You threw your towel and water bottle on the floor, alerting him to your presence, and his head whipped around and he smiled at you.
“Hey Y/N!” he dropped the weights and came over to you; you wrapped him in a big hug.
“Hiya Buck”
“How are you?” he said, stepping away from you.
“I’m good” you lightly patted your stomach, “get the stitches out in a few days, and I’ve been cleared for light training and duties,”
“That’s really good, I’m glad you’re okay” he said, turning back to his weights, you followed him.
“How about you?” you asked.
“Huh?”
“How are you Bucky? I never see you anymore and when I do, you’re head down, oblivious to the world, and you’re back to skulking” you said, lightly punching his shoulder.
“It’s nothing” he said, picking up the weights.
“Liar,” you rolled your eyes. “Seriously Bucky, what is it?”
“Seriously, Y/N, it’s nothing” he snapped. You held up your hands defensively. He sighed.
“Fine, let’s make a bet shall we?” you smirked.
“Nope, you’ll get hurt, again” He said.
“No I won’t, besides it’ll be something low stress, no sparring” you said, ignoring his protests.
“I’m not betting with you, Y/N”
“Yes you are, okay, so, let’s do push ups? Whoever does the most in the time it takes for a song to finish, is the winner” you started.
“I’m not betting with you” Bucky said, there was a playful gleam in his eye though.
“If I win, you tell me what’s bugging you, and if you win, I won’t ask any more questions, PLUS I’ll cook you breakfast, lunch and dinner for a week!” you winked at him. “FRIDAY, prepare Smoke and Fire by Beasts with No Name, please”
“Ready to go Y/N” FRIDAY announced. And with that, you hit the mat and got into the push up position. Bucky grunted, and within a minute he was beside you, smirking.
“You’re going to lose Y/N”
“Oh it’s on Barnes, play it FRIDAY”
The music started blaring and you and Bucky started doing your push ups. It wasn’t long until you were sweating; grunting and your arms were getting wobbly. Neither of you had heard Steve enter the room. You glanced at Bucky, he was barely breaking a sweat, and he was doing at least two push ups to every one of yours. You were going to lose again. Then the music cut out abruptly. You collapsed and Bucky stood bolt upright. Steve was standing in the middle of the room, glaring at him.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he glowered.
“Steve?” you asked, unsure of why he was so angry. You stood up and stepped towards him, he side stepped.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME BARNES?” Steve was yelling now.
“Steve, I –” Bucky started, before Steve lunged at him and started throwing wild punches.
“I asked you to keep an eye on her!” he yelled, before throwing another punch, “and then she got hurt, because of you!” he threw another punch, Bucky wasn’t even trying to fight back, “and now you’re betting with her, pushing her too hard!”
“STEVE!” you screamed, but it was no use, he was like a wild dog.
“It should’ve been you in that hospital bed!” Steve screamed. Bucky’s face was bloody.
“STEVEN ROGERS!” you barked, and when that still didn’t work, you ran over to the wall where the fire extinguisher was, you snatched it down, popped the pin and sprayed it all over the two men on the floor. They stopped rolling around and Steve looked up at you. You were livid.
Bucky stood up as well, his face was a mess, and he wouldn’t look you in the eyes. Steve stormed out past you, you turned to watch him leave, and then you turned back to Bucky.
“Bucky, he didn’t –”
“Yeah he did Y/N,”
“It’s not your fault” you went to touch his face but he pulled away.
“It is my fault, I should’ve –”
“Should’ve what? Barricaded me in the room, so I couldn’t get out? Hand cuffed me to a chair? What Bucky? What should you have done?”
“I shouldn’t have let you get hurt, it should’ve been me!” he screamed before storming off in the opposite direction to Steve. You were left standing in the middle of the gym, with a fire extinguisher in one hand, feeling as if you’d been slapped across the face.
***
When you got back to your room you saw Steve sitting on the end of the bed, his knuckles bruised, swollen and bloody. You slammed the door behind you.
“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?” you barked, he whipped his head up to look at you.
“Y/N, I –”
“No Rogers, I speak, you listen.” You walked closer to him. “What happened, it wasn’t Bucky’s fault. He told me to stay in the computer lab until he got back, he told me to wait behind for him, because he knew that if anything happened you would lose your shit, and I ignored him, okay? I didn’t listen, as soon as the computer was finished downloading, I ran to find him; and I am glad I did, because he was going to get himself killed, even the Winter Soldier couldn’t take on the amount of men Bucky was trying to take on, to protect me –” Steve sighed, looking up at you, heartbreak written all over his face, “Bucky was going to die, so I stepped in to help him, because that’s what Avengers do, we protect each other, and baby, I love you, but I was an Avenger before you and I became you and I, so I am not going to sit on the sidelines for the rest of my life now, because I am with you –”
“Baby, I don’t –” he grabbed your hands and pulled you closer. You held up your hand.
“Not done; that guy was stalking Bucky, that knife, was intended for Bucky, your best friend, I was the one who stepped up to take him on, I was the one who decided I needed to save Bucky, I was the one who got myself hurt, and when that guy stabbed me, he even told me he was going for Bucky, but I would do in his place, okay. And then Bucky killed him and stayed by my side until you arrived, and when you were not at the hospital with me, Bucky was, he is your friend Steve, and he loves you and as a result he cares about me, because you do; but Steve, I am a grown ass woman, and I make my own decisions, and you cannot blame Bucky for that, he did everything in his power to protect me, so you are going to get up, clean yourself up, and apologize to him or so help me God.” You took his face in your hands and made sure he was looking right at you.
“I was just so worried about you, and when Bucky wasn’t hurt, even after I told him to watch out for you, I was so mad, so afraid; and then seeing the two of you just now egging each other on, when you’re still not 100%, I was furious, what if you got hurt again?!” he gripped onto your hips, burying his face in your belly.
“Again, I’m a grown ass woman, who makes her own decisions and doesn’t need to be wrapped in cotton and bubble wrap” you ruffled his hair.
“I know and I’m sorry, I just don’t want to lose you” he muffled against your stomach.
“It takes a lot more than that to get rid of me Rogers. Now, let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll go find Bucky.”
***
You helped Steve clean up his knuckles, and then the two of you went to find Bucky. He wasn’t hard to locate, he was in Bruce’s lab getting cleaned up. Steve had made a mess of him. Bruce finished his work and then left the three of you to talk.
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