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Code Blue - Ch. 15 "Merry Go Round"

Summary: Josie gets ready for her date with Lee. He meets Megan who's reaction to the dashing doc is brazen and so is their conversation. Jo douses her sister's behavior. Lee meets momma March and Megan reels. Jo and Lee share another joyride. Orlando gets a visitor and they hit the town. Lee and Jo's happy moment is temporarily disrupted. Jo has harsh words for Dr. Bloom. Lee reconnects with an old friend. Jo and Lee resume their night with a cherishable dance and end it with a playful night in the park.

*Warnings* Angst, language, casual alcohol use

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Notes: Using different actress gifs for the role of Megan in this chapter, and just a few for Orlando as well.

Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Ethan, Megan

Salem, Massachusetts

February 24, 2023

5 pm.

"Oh my god where is my vampire perfume??! I swear to god Megan, if you took it, I am going to spray all your clothes and bedding with fart spray as that seems more of a fitting fragrance for you, you blood sucking bitch!!" you yelled out your bedroom door and then slammed it shut.

"Josephine March that is uncalled for young lady!!" your mom shouted up the stairs.

"The hell it is." you muttered and cranked up your music, trying to get ready for your date with the man of your wildest dreams....Lee.

You decided to paint your toe nails, not sure why as you most likely would wear your boots as usual, but you smiled, imagining that you may just end up out of those boots at the end of the date....and so you chose a seductive color... red.

There was still almost an hour before he would be there so you decided to take relaxing bath to try and hopefully calm your nerves as the butterflies were fluttering mad.

You couldn't even sit still in the bath as your anxiety was now kicking in full force. Luckily you had already shaved your legs that morning before your ice skating class, or you would surely end up with nicks all over them from your persistent shaking hands.

After a few minutes, you decided to quickly wash up and get out since you knew you were going to take forever trying to figure out what to wear.

Nothing you tried on was working, clothes you've worn many times and never had a problem with until now. You had no idea where you both were going to go so you didn't know if you should dress casual or get all dolled up. Eventually, you chose something in between. A casual tank with a midriff blazer, a skirt with leggings underneath and your ass kickers that you liked to call your boots. Now, you just needed to do your makeup and hair, then find your perfume. Not only did it smell incredible, but Jason had bought it for you for your birthday back in December, which was the main reason you were so pissed off that it was missing.

Megan was sitting on the couch eating popcorn and watching TV when a knock sounded upon the door. She was taken aback when she opened it as her eyes strolled way up high to meet the eyes of the very tall, dark and handsome man standing before her in a long black trench coat. She smiled like a school girl as her eyes ran back down his body, overtly undressing him.

"Well..." she frankly sighed. "It's the hot mess that was in our yard last month. Don't you clean up nice."

Lee gave her an undeniable look of repugnance, knowing exactly who she was.

"You must be Megan." he flatly said.

"That I am, although for once in my life, I'd actually like to be Josie right now."

"That, you could never be. Can I come in?" Lee stated in a disdainful manner.

Megan's smile slowly faded, not expecting his scornful comment.

"Uhh, yeah." she replied with fraught and moved out of his way.

"Would you like something to drink while you wait for my sister?"

"No thank you. I wouldn't trust anything edible you offered me. Might be poisoned or roofied."

Megan's eyes widened at his blunt sarcasm."

"Really?" she retorted in disbelief. "I take it you are still upset over the whole picture thing."

"Upset would be an understatement. Not to mention your lie about Jo sleeping with Orlando. She did nothing wrong and I don't appreciate what you have done to her or bringing me into your twisted games for that matter. How is my best friend anyways? I hear that you're actually the one sleeping with him...and rudely right here where Jo would find you. I know you're kind and how you enjoy hurting people."

Megan could see the good doctor had her pegged and instead of just leaving with her tail between her legs, she took it as a new challenge to try and ruin any chance you had with him.

"Not that it's any of your business, but I did not sleep with him. You do realize that your bff Landy has got it bad for her. That would be why he would not touch me. I mean, the night he and I went out, she is all he talked about. It was quite easy for me to endure because I had a lot to drink. So did he actually and he told me allll about you. It makes sense now, the imbroglio you displayed in the yard on the day of my brother's funeral. That took some serious balls man. No wonder you fucked up at the hospital...and you have the audacity to stand here in my house and berate me about things I have done?"

Lee was in no way going to let her get under his skin or ruin his evening with you.

"You seem to know so much about me. Did you also know that I used to be a psychiatrist? It appears to me that you need some serious help."

You could hear Lee's voice...and Megan's which sent you into a swivet as you ran to be his beast of burden. You had become extremely protective of him after all he had been through and there was no way in hell you were going to let that witch hurt him.

Megan laughed. "Well hello pot, meet kettle. I need help? I'm not the one drinking myself into a stupor and falling out of attics or being suspended from my job because I may have killed someone, OR hallucinating and physically hurting people. Tell me Dr. Pace...is that the first time you have abused a woman?"

"Shut your mouth!!!" you shouted as you stormed in and threw a glass of water in her face.. "How dare you speak to him like that!!"

Megan sucked in a squeal and stomped off.

"Mom!!!!"

Lee laughed and smiled his beauteous smile as he walked up to you, wearing glasses which you had never seen him in. God was he beautiful.

"Never a dull moment in the March house huh? Just like the stories you've told me about."

You were slightly embarrassed over the drama, hoping it would not scare him away. Megan had a super talent of repelling the human race.

"Yeah.." you sheepishly giggled. "Lee, I am so sorry for what she said. If I had known sooner that you were here, I never would have left you down here at her mercy."

"Jo...no, don't be sorry. I'm a big boy. I can handle people like her, but I thank you for coming to put out the fire. Literally." he chuckled. "Jo....you look absolutely venust."

The way he gazed at you when he said that did things to places in your body that you didn't even know existed.

Once you pulled yourself out of your trance and found your words again, you smiled and returned the compliment, stating exactly what you were thinking.

"You're...so...beautiful."

Lee's eyebrows raised in delight as he lowered his eyes with the cutest grin.

"Oh god...I can't believe I just said that out loud. I...I meant to say you look really nice, well better than nice, I mean, like handsome or hot....ok, shit... I'm just going to shut up now."

Lee released a hearty laugh.

"So...you think I'm hot huh?"

His former grin turned into flattered smirk as he was totally loving another real moment with you.

You just knew your face was a red as your concealed toe nails.

"Majorly." you boldly answered with a laugh.

"Well thank you. So...did you still want me to meet your mother?"

You could hear the nervousness in is voice. Smiling, you went to him and took his hand to make him feel better.

"Yes, I do. Follow me."

You led him to the kitchen where your mom sat with her tea and a pouting Megan beside her.

"Mom...I would like you to meet Dr. Pace."

"Yes, I believe we met once before at the hospital when Jason died."

Lee shuttered inside, still blaming himself for not being able to save him, and wondering if she blamed him too.

"Yes, I believe we did briefly. I am very sorry for your loss Mrs. March...and I am very also so very sorry that I could not have done more."

"Don't be sorry. I don't believe there was anything anyone could have done after what I saw."

You were shocked that she said that and it made you feel better because you knew it would offer a huge relief to Lee's guilt.

"If anyone should be apologizing, it's my daughter for her rudeness to you earlier. I heard the last part of it as Jo came down the stairs. Megan?"

Margaret glared at Megan, waiting for her to apologize.

"What?? He started it by stating that I could never be like Josie and implying that I would poison him after I offered him something to drink!"

Your eyes bulged as you glided them up to him in sheer astonishment as you fought back the urge to bust out laughing. You also felt extremely happy that he said that about you.

"Can you blame him?? Do you think my ears fall deaf around here young lady?? I know the things you have done. Such as this?"

Margaret pulled out the bottle of vampire perfume that you raged about earlier and handed it to you.

"I went in your room after Jo said it was missing and there it was in your purse."

"You went through my things??!!!" Megan reeled as she stood up.

"I did! You're my daughter and you live in my house! And I just knew you took it. Now apologize to both the good doctor and to your sister!"

"I will NOT!!" she cried and ran upstairs, slamming her door.

"Oh my, I am so sorry Dr. Pace, for my daughter's petulant and embarrassing behavior."

"Please, call me Lee, and you do not have to apologize to me Mrs. March."

"Well isn't he just something." Margaret quipped a she smiled at you. "and you can call me Margaret. All this formal stuff is silly. Besides, I have heard so much about you from Jo that I feel as if I already know you. She certainly did not exaggerate on your good looks."

"Mom!." you softly snapped as you glared at her, feeling utterly humiliated.

Lee laughed and squeezed your hand, making you realize you had never let go of it when you brought him into the kitchen. You knew he was trying to make you feel better, so you glanced up at him and shyly smiled.

"Did she tell you her father, Sean, was a doctor as well at General Hospital? A pediatrician. He retired a few years ago before he passed away shortly after, but maybe you have heard of him, or possibly knew him?"

Lee was silent for a moment as he slowly peered down at you.

"I...I did know him...I...just never realized he was your father. He...was Jacob's doctor..."

You and Lee stared at each other as another moment hit you both. A moment of how destiny works.

"I am so sorry about your boy. Jo told me about it....and your father as well Dr. Pa...Lee, as I heard he just passed away. He was a doctor too? I am willing to bet my Sean knew him. Such a small world."

You were beginning to cringe inside, scared how Lee would feel about you telling your mother so much of his life. But what did you expect by wanting him to meet her? If anyone had a big mouth, it was your mother.

"Thank you, Margaret. Yes, he was. A Neurosurgeon. I am sure he knew him. A small world it is indeed."

Lee squeezed your hand again and smiled as he inconspicuously mouthed one word to you. "breathe."

You squeezed his hand back as you exhaled, gazing up into his sapphire eyes.

"So the doctors run in your family I see. Do you have any siblings?"

"I...I have an older brother, yes. But he is not a physician. Guess it just wasn't for him."

"I see...well.."

Margaret's cell rang. "Oh, I need to take this. You kids have fun."

She got up and headed upstairs as you sat down, heavily sighing and put your head in your hands.

"Oh god Lee, I am sorry. I only told her things because she is just relentless and..."

"Jo...sweetheart. It's alright. I am not upset." he assured you in a sympathetic tone as he gently pulled your hands from your face. "I am...actually happy that you talk about me and that it is good things, such as my good looks." he chuckled.

"Well please know I did not tell her anything she didn't need to know, such as what happened at the hospital, and I swear I did not tell Megan!"

"Jo...calm down. I know it wasn't you. It was Orlando that told your sister. He was apparently drunk and shot his mouth off."

"Ugh! I'll never understand what he was thinking by going out with her, knowing what she is."

"There's a lot you don't know about him, but how about we don't talk about that or anyone else tonight. Just me and you. So, where do you want to go? You pick."

"Ok...well, how about Charlie's. They have killer food for being a bar. Like, actual fancy dinners such as steak. I'd love to take you to the pub but with my family working there, we'd never be left alone if we want it to be just you and me, like you said."

"Alrighty. Let's do it." he happily agreed.

You quickly sprayed your perfume on and then he followed you to the door, opening it for you like the gentleman he was. As he walked behind you, he breathed in your perfume and closed his eyes for a second, recalling the intoxicating scent from when he first met you in the hospital.

You went to get into his car, when he stopped you.

"Oh no my lady. You let me drive your car, now you get to drive mine, as promised." Lee said as he jingled his keys in front of you.

"No way...really?!!"

"Really." he smiled, feeling so happy to see you so happy.

"Oh my god." you reeled in excitement and snatched the keys from him, then jogged around to the driver's side and got in.

You started it up and grinned as the 75 dodge dart swinger purred.

"Oh Lee, you do not know what you have done. You better buckle up buttercup. Shit's about to get wild."

You took the long way there down the bay so you could revel in the glory of driving such a classic with a most classy man at your side. The weather was perfect, sunny and cool as if it had waited for this day for you and Lee to finally share, just as you had long waited for it.

"Alright my dear, stop pussy footing her and put the pedal to the metal." Lee cheerfully snarked as he rolled the windows down and cranked up the music.

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This gorgeous man started singing with his arm hanging out the window up in the air.

"Get your motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure, or whatever comes our way!!"

and then he started drumming on the dash as you cracked up laughing.

You then took a turn shouting out the words.

"Like a true nature's child, we were born, born to be wild, we can climb so high, I'm never gonna diiiie!!!"

You and Lee simultaneously stuck an arm out the window and screamed.

"BORN TO BE WIIIIILD!!!"

You both took a quick glance at each other, lost in a moment that you could only have dreamed of, and then....

"WOOOOOOO!!!!!" you both shouted and laughed as the wind raged through your hair.

Seeing him this happy meant the world to you, even if it would only be temporary since his dad's funeral was in just a few days.

Orlando had just ended his shift and arrived home in a dismal mood. Between Nurse Theresa on his case over his handwriting to a patient that resembled you, he just laid motionless, sprawled out on his bed at the foot end and stared up at the ceiling with a million thoughts circulating through his tortured mind, trying to find one justifiable reason for his existence.

For a brief period, he thought that reason could be you until Lee won the girl...again. For a brief moment, you made him feel alive and that he could actually matter to someone....and then he went and fucked it all up by doing the most idiotic thing...getting involved with Megan.

Orlando was so grateful that in his inebriated stupor, he didn't let himself sleep with her. It was quite hard not to, for every time he looked at her that night, he saw you. Not because of any resemblance, for you were a goddess compared to her, to anyone actually... but just because he wanted her to be you, so he had imagined she was. Reality though, was blatantly clear to his impaired vision and he had pushed her away when she tried to kiss him.

Just then, his phone rang. No one called him unless it was Lee or his mum back in the U.K.

For a split second, he believed in the possibility it could be you, that maybe you had forgiven him...but then reality again smacked him in the face just as you literally did...that he was not worthy of your forgiveness....or you.....or anyone.

Not moving, he let the call go as his mind wandered back to to the darkened areas of his mind. The phone then rang again.

"Fuck!" Orlando shouted and sat up, grabbing the phone and answering it without even looking at the caller I.D.

"WHAT!" he shrieked.

"Well hello to you little brother."

"Ethan? What do you want?"

"Really man? I didn't come all this way for you to ask me what I want when you knew I was coming. I just got in tonight and I'm wired from the long flight...and I know you are not at work because I already checked, since you ignored my previous calls...I also know you are off for a week cause that hot doc chief of staff told me...what's her name? Brittany something? I really should move here like you did. It's like a babe museum. Oh, and you know, mum has been calling you over and over. Why won't you return her calls??"

Orlando laid back on the bed and let most of Ethan's words go in one ear and right out the other as he closed his eyes.

"Bro! Speak! Let's go out. I haven't seen you in a minute. I'm on my way there, so you can't tell me no."

Orlando flung up, almost falling off the bed.

"No man! I don't want company tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Nope...not happening. Already here."

The phone went silent and then the doorbell began chiming away.

"I'm going to keep ringing it until you answer the door!" Ethan's voice flowed in a muffle through Orlando's apartment, reaching his bedroom door.

"For fuck's sake." Orlando muttered and marched off to open the door.

He was greeted by an unwanted bear hug from Ethan and then coerced into going out with his troublesome brother.

You and Lee settled in to a small table by the bar since it was a busy Saturday evening and all the booths were full.

"Wow, they really pack em in here huh?" Lee asked as he pulled your chair out for you and observed the crowd.

"Yeah it's a typical weekend here. You've never been here?"

'"Actually no. I guess I must have overlooked it somehow."

"What can I get you guys to drink tonight?" the waitress asked as she handed you both a menu.

"Jo...get whatever you like. It's all my treat."

"Lee. I asked you out. I should buy."

"Please Jo. I want to. You can get it the next time."

You smiled at that, feeling happy that he was looking to the future with you.

"Ohhhh k fine, you twisted my arm."

Lee slightly smiled as his eyes fell. He hadn't seemed to be affected by Megan's words to him earlier about when he had grabbed your wrist in his drug induced state, but you could easily see that part did affect him, very much.

You each ordered a beer and Lee began looking over the menu, knowing you had caught onto his unintended reaction.

You placed your hand on his menu and lowered it.

"Hey...please don't let what Megan said get to you. We've talked about this. Lee, I am alright. My wrist is fine and all healed. It was my klutzy self that fell anyways cause of my high heels."

"Jo, please don't do that. Blame yourself for what I should have never done."

"How about we don't let Megan ruin this night together?"

"You know what? You're absolutely right beautiful lady. I apologize. Guess I can tend to be a bit oversensitive sometimes...I just can't stand the thought of you being hurt, and worse yet, knowing it was because of me."

You took his hand into yours and gently squeezed it.

"You know what hurts me? Seeing you torturing yourself like this. Give yourself a break Lee. You're not a bad person, If I had even once thought that, I never would have came back."

"Why did you?"

"Guess I couldn't stay away...."

Another hypnotic moment formed between you and Lee as his thumb softly traced over your hand, but it was yet interrupted again by the waitress bringing your drinks.

"What can I get you two lovebirds for dinner?

You quickly drug your hand back to your lap as you bashfully looked at Lee, who was already gaping at you with a silly smirk.

"Ladies first."

"I'll have the steak, medium with grilled mushrooms and onions, and fries with a side of ranch."

"And you sir?"

"My kind of meal. Make that two." Lee smiled and handed her the menu.

"Soooo....you have a brother?" you asked in curiosity since you were still learning all about the man before you.

"Unfortunately. Well...I say that because we don't get along. He's pissed off about me taking mom and dad's farm years ago, although they wanted me to have it. Gordon was never around after dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's, too wrapped up in himself as always and left me to take care of everything, but somehow felt he was entitled to inherit the farm because he's the first born, grew up there and didn't fuck his life up like I did. Well, I grew up there too and Gordon never gave a shit about that place. He hated the country life, said he felt secluded and he was always bored. Not to mention, he and dad always fought. But, it don't matter. Dad sold me the place long ago before his diagnosis so that there would be no issues. I think he knew Gordon would contest the will if dad had arranged it that way and he didn't want to cause me any extra grief after he was gone. Not looking forward to seeing him at the funeral, or his wife. She's no better than your sister. I'll be surprised if she even goes."

"I'm sorry Lee. Siblings are sometimes never easy. Well except for Megan." you quipped with huge grin. Lee almost spit his beer out as he chortled....then he just gazed at you.

"You make me laugh Jo march. I'm not sure where I'd be right now if I hadn't met you. I'm really happy Jo, despite the circumstances."

"I...I'm happy too, and even more so that you are and....I'm really glad that I can make you laugh, especially at a time like this....and I'm even more glad that I met you than you are."

"Is that so?" Lee grinned from ear to ear.

"You know...I'd really like to bring you to my farm sometime. It's the most peaceful place on earth and I really feel you would love it there."

"I...I would really like that Lee."

The dinners came and you and Lee ate and talked for a good hour, finding out more little things about each other. One of those things was just another indication that he was your destiny. His birthday was in March, the same as your last name....and yours was in December, making you both highly compatible fire signs.

"It seems the music has stopped. How about I go play some more? and then I am going to use the little boy's room."

"Sounds good. I'll go get us another round."

Lee disappeared around the corner and you went up to the bar. As you did so, in walked Orlando with a man you didn't know.

The shock on Orlando's face told you it was not planned, but that didn't stop him from coming over to talk to you.

"Hey. I..I didn't know you'd be here."

"Just because I am doesn't mean you have to talk to me. I'm here with Lee by the way." you coldly said and turned to order your beers.

The other man sat down beside where you were standing and just started asking you about Lee.

"Lee's here? Where is he? I haven't seen him in a long time."

"I'm sorry, do I know you, mister man bun?" you retorted as you rolled your eyes. You were now highly agitated because the night was going so good and now this had to happen.

"Josie, this is my brother Ethan. He's annoying but harmless." Orlando smirked as he pat Ethan on the shoulder.

Ethan gave his brother an unpleasant look, then hugely smiled.

"Man bun and annoying. Well that's better than what the stewardess called me on the flight."

"Harmless. Too bad I can't describe you that way." you snarked as you leered at Dr. Bloom.

"You're still really mad at me I see." he softly asked in shame.

"Sad, disappointed, angry, hurt from your lies and finding you in my house with my sister on top of you."

Orlando didn't expect you to blurt that out in front of his brother and now he would never hear the end of it from the ever so curious Ethan.

Ethan gave his brother a not so surprised look, but rendered a very surprising comment.

"Well, it would seem my brother has yet again managed to fuck up his life."

Orlando stared at you in humiliation as you took a drink, looking back at him with wide but not really shocked eyes.

"Well, imagine that. I mean, after what you did, you just come up to me, not even an entire day after what I woke up to and have the audacity to ask if I am still mad, as if you have done nothing wrong, when according to your brother here, this is some kind of pattern with you."

"Look, I'm not trying to say that it was ok, for what I did or that I lied to you."

"I made a really stupid mistake but as I said, I did not sleep with your sister and if I could do it all over, I never would have went near her and it was wrong of me not to tell you that I had seen Lee in the hospital that day when you had asked me to tell him you wanted to see him, and it was wrong of me not to tell him that you had asked for him and it was also wrong of me to continue to withhold all of that after the fact...but as you can see, especially now thanks to my brother, everything I do is wrong and unforgivable no matter how sorry I am. My god, you have forgiven Lee over and over when he has done way worse to you!"

You shook your head and smiled with a perturbed attitude.

"Stop."

"Stop what Josie? Reminding you of the things he did and I...I was there for you. I helped you through it. You even came to me for help! But you seemed to have forgotten all of that....and now it's like you hate me. I never in a million years meant to hurt you."

"My point is, that you did hurt me, with my sister. Just like my ex did. This isn't about Lee. What he did was an accident...He doesn't lie to me and would never look twice at Megan...and you treat Lee like he is the one who did something wrong for calling you out on your lie. You're supposed to be his best friend. He cared about you... I cared about you. I trusted you and thought you were different, that's why I came to you, but you ended up proving to me that I don't mean that damn much to you after all. Your words are nothing after your actions."

Orlando was taken aback by that, not realizing just how deeply he had hurt you.

"And now you just seem to think that your remorse will undo all of it, just make it all go away and that you're worthy of my forgiveness when you stabbed me in the back."

Just then, Lee came up to the bar and sat down beside you, giving Orlando a very heavy glare.

"You alright Jo?" he asked without taking his eyes off Orlando.

"Heyyy, yeah...I was getting our beers when he came in and now...he was just.... leaving."

"Not without seeing an old friend first." Ethan proclaimed as he came back up with an enormous smile.

Lee's eyes lit up and he quickly stood as he and Ethan exchanged a manly back patting hug.

"Ethan, long time no see man!"

"I know, it's been too long Pacer. It's so good to see you. You look good man, despite what's happened. I'm so sorry to hear about your father. I wanted to come to the funeral and offer my support."

"You flew in all the way from Canterbury for my dad's funeral? Wow, well, that means a lot. How long are you staying? I would love to hang out with you and catch up."

"Definitely. Yeah, I will probably hang around for awhile, since your birthday is coming up in about three weeks. What, are you like thirty now? I swear you don't age. Immortal or something like the Elvenking Thranduil."

"Ha..ha! Our favorite movies. Yeah, we need to do a Hobbit and Lord of the Rings marathon again....as long as you don't keep reciting all of Legolas's lines."

"What?? Not happening. Leggy's me hero. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard!"

"Yeah well Thranduil is mine. No one enters this kingdom, and no one leaves it!"

The two grown men laughed as if they were the real best friends and not Orlando and Lee. Lee's love for the guy made you rethink you're previous treatment of him. You trusted Lee more than anyone at this point in your life and if he thought so highly of Ethan, then that was good enough for you.

"We'll have to hang out at the farm again too, maybe a bonfire party for your birthday?"

"It's a date! I was just telling Jo that I would like to bring her there...Oh, Jesus, where are my manners. Jo I'm sorry. This is Ethan. We go way back."

"Yeah, we somewhat already met." you smiled and turned to Ethan.

"Sorry I was so rude to you earlier. Negative energy snuck up on me."

"No apologies necessary pretty lady. Soooo...are you two....an item then? Lee never takes any girls to his farm."

"Oh really?" you turned back to Lee and grinned.

"We are on a date, yes....and Jo is not just some girl." Lee verified as he put his arm around you with a soft smile.

Orlando lowered his head and immediately walked out.

"I see. Well, I wish you both the best. Lee's a good guy and deserves nothing but the best of the best....I better go after my self destructive brother so he don't get himself into anymore trouble. Hit me up man, we'll make those plans and I'll see you in a few days then at the funeral. Nice to have met you Josie."

Ethan gave you a smile, then Lee, along with a strange look, almost sad was the only way you could describe it to yourself.

"Well, that was fun." you joked with a hint of sarcasm as you and Lee returned to your table.

Lee sat for a moment, seemingly lost in thought.

"Are...you alright Lee?"

"Yeah... yeah Jo. I just...I heard what Orlando said. You...went to him for help?"

"Lee...I...it was right after what happened...I...I...I'm sorry I did not say anything to you. I wasn't trying to keep secrets...I only thought it would make you feel worse than you already did which was the last thing you needed...my..my wrist was hurting and I...I didn't want to go to the hospital and have everyone know our business, such as Britt or Dave, so I entrusted in Orlando to help me out since he was the only other one who knew and well, because he's a doctor...which I see now was a huge mistake to do that and...shit...I am so sorry..."

"Jo, stop apologizing... please. You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right. I understand why you didn't tell me and I appreciate you trying to protect me. I...I just feel so horrible about it all."

"Well, stop. I don't blame you as I've already said. It was an accident just as I told Orlando. Lets move on from it ok and try to enjoy the rest of this night together."

A song came on and Lee smiled. "So... would you like to dance Miss Massachusetts?"

"I would love to Mr. Massachusetts."

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He pulled you close against him, his hands resting gently on the middle of your back. You felt a slight tremble in them as you stretched your arms up around his neck. Being this close to him again turned your legs to jello as you instinctively locked your arms behind his head for support, although you knew he wouldn't let you fall.

The words to the song resonated with you in every way and you wondered if he chose it on purpose. Did he feel that way about you too? The way he lowered his head, placing his face so tenderly against yours told you that he indeed did.

You didn't want this moment to end, wishing the song would just keep repeating so you could be in his arms all night, dancing in this wicked game. The feel of his beard against your face and the smell of his cologne that lingered in his hair intoxicated you and you found your fingers slightly gliding up the back of his neck, entangling in his beautiful brown silky strands.

Lee closed his eyes and sighed into your ear at the feel of your fingers moving through his hair as it raised goosebumps all over his body. Slowly, the two of you swayed to the music while his hands softly caressed your back. Lee felt dizzy in the invigorating scent of you as your satin hair devoured his nose inside of it.

The song had ended and you both just stood there, still dancing, lost in each other as if no one else existed in the place.

"Jo..." he whispered against your ear. "Lets get out of here. I want to take you somewhere."

Your eyes locked up into his.

"Ok...lets go." you happily agreed.

The butterflies had your dinner threatening to expel all over the floor of Lee's car, wondering where he was taking you. Was it back to his house? If so, what was going to happen? You knew the answer to your own thoughts, for if he made that move, you would gladly give yourself to him.

You recognized the winding road he was driving down. It went to his lake house that you briefly visited when you found him in the boat house sucking face with Jess, the town tramp, an image you would soon rather forget.

He drove right past it and in a few minutes, he was pulling into a desolate park on the bay. He turned off the car and you both sat in the dark and silence for a few moments, then suddenly....

"Last one to the slide is a rotten egg!" Lee shouted and hauled ass out of the car. You laughed and raced off after him. Of course, he was way faster and beat you there. You chased him up the ladder and fell beside him in the cubby hole at the top, both of you out of breath and laughing.

"Guess you're the rotten egg." he said with a chuckle and leaned towards you. You knew he was going to kiss you. Something you have so longed for, but every moment had always been postponed due to intrusive forces.

In the excitement of the moment, you panicked and pushed him back, accidentally shoving him down the opening to the slide.

Down he went, backwards as you gasped and then laughed.

"Fuck...me." he grunted as he got to the bottom and flipped himself over off the end, stumbling to stand up.

"Sore loser!" he relayed as he ran over to the swings.

You slid down and dashed over to him.

"Are you ok? I am so sorry." you giggled.

"I am unbreakable!" he roared. " Here, hop on. I'll push you."

You happily obliged and sat on the swing. Gently, he began pushing you, a little higher each time. You couldn't remember the last time you had been on a swing, nor could you recall ever being pushed. It was such a surreal feeling. The perfect night air flowing through your locks. The feel of his hands grasping your waist every time you swung back to him and the sensation of each thrust forward. The stars being at the tip of your toes as your feet reached for the sky. The rush through your stomach as you came back down, awaiting the safe grip of his indefectible hands.

You gasped as he wrapped his strong arms around you, stopping you in mid air.

"Are you ready?"

His warm breath tickled your ear and his cologne drove your nose mad as he held you snug against him.

"For?" you panted in anticipation. At this point, you were ready, willing and able for anything he had to offer.

He walked you back to the ground and released you.

"Follow me."

Lee darted off and you swiftly chased after him. He stopped at the car and fumbled through the buttons on the stereo, then cranked it up, then he ran off and hopped onto a merry go round like some ninja, causing it to start slowly spinning as a fitting song blared from his car.

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"Jump on." he demanded with a grin.

You quickly climbed on and leaned against the rail laughing at him because he was doing some kind of hip hop dance moves.

"You better hold on tight my lady."

You did just that as he jumped off, grabbing the rail and began running full force, spinning the merry go round in a frenzy. He swung himself back on and you both sat glued to the bars as the earth rotated at what seemed like a million miles per hour. All the effort it took you to hold down your dinner earlier was certainly going to fail now.

"YEAHHHHH!" Lee shouted like a little kid as he closed his eyes. He definitely felt like one again and it was all because of you. You didn't dare close your eyes though or you knew you would eventually upchuck.

Round and round you both went until finally, the big metal beast slowed and then halted.

"Ugh!" you groaned and flopped over on your stomach in the center of the ride designed to make people puke.

Lee bellowed in laughter and dropped beside you, rubbing your back.

"Are you ok baby? If it was too much, you should have said something and I would have stopped."

The fact that he just called you baby washed away all your icky feeling. You turned over and laid on your back and he then followed suit, gazing at you and you him.

"I have never been better Lee. Thank you for bringing me here."

"Well, you see. This place is another one of my go to places to clear my head and release the pressure of life's fuckery. Usually at night and sometimes a bit sauced, since it's in walking distance of my lake house." he laughed. "It's also somewhere I have never brought anyone....except you."

"I'm really glad you felt safe enough to share one of your safe havens with me."

"That's because I feel safe with you."

The moon was full and it's glow radiated over his face, illuminating his skin and dancing in his eyes as they wandered about your face.

"Surely you must have a go to place of your own, one where you can escape the world and just let go." he then asked in curiosity.

"I do, actually, and it's also a place I have never taken anyone. Well, except Jason. It is a place we went, where he felt safe from his perilous life. It's isolated but not exactly a quiet place though. I'll take you sometime."

"Jo, the last thing I want to do is intrude on a special place you shared with your brother."

"Lee, you wouldn't be intruding. I want to take you there....and I really think you'll like it for a very certain reason and it's also great for stargazing. It's a bit of a hike but well worth the trip....but you'll just have to wait and see."

"Sounds like a plan." he softly agreed with a sweet smile.

You both then gazed up at the star filled sky as music continued to play. The next thing you knew, it was dawn and you were awaking on a sleeping Lee's chest.......

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mentalpolaroids · 2 years

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Knuckle Kiss

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John B Routledge x female!Reader

Flufftober prompt Knuckle Kiss

Warnings: mentions of bruises, swearing

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(y/n)’s hand was throwbing with pain and the redness around her knuckles made that pain very visible. Everyone on the beach started to make their way home, some chose to go party somewhere else instead, but the Pogues were slowly being left alone as Rafe and Kelce dragged Topper away from them, his nose as visibly painful as (y/n)‘s fist.

“That’ll for sure get bruised. Bad.” Pope commented as he inspected her still shaking hand.

“So will that douche’s nose. Worth it.”

The momentary rage she felt a few minutes ago was still dissipating from her, so her words were bitter and if Topper happened to turn around and look her in the eye, he would propaply consider walking faster on his own. (y/n) had finally proven to those Kook boys she was no defenceless girl. She could fight, and she would show it when her friends had been messed with. When her John B had been messed with.

Kiara sighed in exhustion, both from the party and from the constant confrontations between Figure 8 and the Cut.

“Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

JJ was still checking on John B, who sat on the sand beside the group, the water dreaching him, and with the help of Pope, they lifted him up, starting to take him back to the chateau the same way Rafe and Kelce did with Topper.

Kiara linked her arm with (y/n)’s and followed the boys, both their concerned eyes never leaving John B’s beaten up body as he attempted to walk on his own over the sand.

As soon as they got to the chateau, JJ and Pope helped John B sit on the couch outside.

“You got your ass beaten and you’re worried about wetting your couch?” JJ pointed inside the chateau referring to the pull-out, after the Routledge boy insisted on staying outside until he got rid of his drenched clothes.

“I’ll go get him some clothes.” Kiara said, starting to make her way inside. Pope followed her to go get the first aid kit, pointing out (y/n) would need it too.

JJ went on a rambling mess about the Kooks and how they would never learn when to back off or leave them alone. (y/n) wasn't really listening to the poor boy, she was more focused on studying her knuckles, that were already bruising up and we're throwbing even more now that the adrenaline was completely gone. She looked up to check on John B, feeling stupid for feeling sorry for herself when her friend was the one who had it worse. To her surprise, he was already looking at her, with a tired but soft expression on his face. As soft as the cut on his lip and his bruised cheek could allow. He smiled at her, a small curve forming on his lips hoping to let her know he was thankful for what she did but also that she didn't have to do that. She didn't have to hurt herself for him.

"Guys," Pope and Kiara came back, and the boy spoke, "My dad just called, I gotta go home." he turned to John B, "Sorry man, you'll be alright?"

"Yeah, all good, buddy, don't worry."

"I should go too, my mom's probably packing my bags to kick me out." Kiara said, throwing John B a t-shirt and some beach shorts for him to change, "I promised I'd be home early. And that sure won't happen now."

"It's alright, guys, really. Go."

"You'll be alright too, right?" Pope turned to (y/n).

"Yeah, of course." she nodded and smiled reassuringly.

Kie and Pope said their goodbyes and made their way home. JJ lit up a joint, the sound of his lighter flicking open and shut replacing the silence that had settled between the three.

"Anyone want a beer?" he asked.

(y/n) gave him a really? look, and that was enough for him to get the hint it was a bad time and go back to being quiet. He ended up going to lay down on the hammock, and not long after, John B finally decided to strip out of his clothes uncomfortably clinging to his aching body. (y/n) noticed him struggling a bit, his sore muscles slowying down his movements, so she moved from her leaning position against the door frame stood in front of him to help him remove his shirt.

“Thanks.” he murmured, running his hand through his wet locks and smiling once again at the girl, who returned it this time, along with warm flushed cheeks that fortunately weren’t noticeable.

“I’m gonna go get a towel while you change your shorts.” she said, patting his shoulder affectionately.

He nodded, his lips still holding a smile as he watched her go inside.

John B changed quickly, leaving his wet clothes on a messy pile on the porch that (y/n) would much probably complain about, but maybe he wanted her to complain.

He liked to tease her about how much she cared about him and how she always denied it. Maybe if she knew how much he cared about her too she wouldn't deny it so firmly. Maybe if he just told her he liked her already he wouldn't have to hide every smile that she caused.

Maybe that was the night she wouldn't deny she cared, and he certainly wouldn't bother hiding his lovesick behavior.

(y/n) came back a minute later with a towel in hand and after giving it to John B, she sat down on the table in front of the couch he was sitting on, facing him. She grabbed the first aid kit Pope had left there earlier and began to prepare the stuff to clean his bruises as he finished drying himself up.

A hand over hers interrupted the opening of a bag of cotton. (y/n) looked up to see John B studying her bruised knuckles, red and purple decorating her damaged skin.

"We need to take care of that too." he said, finally meeting her eyes.

"Your face looks worse."

"Thanks." he answered sarcastically, "That's very nice of you to say."

She smacked the same shoulder she had patted earlier. Different intention, but with the same affection.

"That's not what I meant, dumbass."

"I know." the boy grabbed the cotton from her other hand, poured a bit of disinfectant over it and gently tapped it over her knuckles, the cold of the liquid going unnoticed by how gentle John B was holding and taking of her hand.

(y/n) couldn't hold back the shy smile that John B mirrored as their gazes locked and held one another for a few seconds. The boy only took his eyes off of her to look for another piece of cotton to dry her now cleaned, but still bruised, skin.

The girl was about to make a funny remark to somehow break the pleasuring tension, but John B was faster to do it. It didn't exactly break that tension, if anything, it got thicker, when he lifted her hand to meet his lips. Each of her knuckles were kissed with care and the overwhelming gesture made her feel like each time his lisp met her skin it sent sparks up her arms and down her stomach. He met her eyes again, that hadn't left his face, and his previous shy but cheeky smile returned to his face.

"There." he nodded towards her hand, still in his, "Kissed it better.”

She chuckled, amazed at how corny he could be. Lucky for him, she wouldn’t have him any other way.

“Well, Routledge.” she said, grabbing another piece of cotton and doing the exact same thing he did to her hand to his lip, “You’re in need of some care too.”

(y/n) cleaned his lip, followed by his cheek, in silence, wondering if she should take care of something more, if it was worth the risk. But with the way John B was looking at her, she was willing to take that risk. That tension between them? It felt right, rather then a potential mistake. So she took the risk and, with his lip now cleaned up, she leaned forward and kissed him.

It took them both a moment to process what was happening but they quickly got lost in each other. John B let his hands rest on her tights, close to her hips, and pulled her a bit closer. (y/n) held his non-bruised cheek and supported herself with the other hand on his knee.

John B tried to part her lips with his tongue, but she decided to tease him and pulled away, smiling cheekily.

“There.” she pecked his lips, “Kissed it better.”

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a/n: Sooooo decided to write some more flufftober prompts, I’ll try to write some more. You can find the others here, and the next ones will also be found there since they’re still from flufftober

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ladywinterwitch · 3 years

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Run Away (Ten - Strangers)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger! Reader

Summary: You and Steve complete each other. Your love is that strong and devoted kind of love that pushes people to things like marriage, making a family. You couldn't imagine that a baby would be something you really wished, until the possibility wasn't your choice anymore.

Warnings: pregnancy talk, fluff, A N G S T, I think that's it??

Words Count: 3739

A/n: Next chapter is longer and INTENSE

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Y/n and Steve ended up falling asleep, which was a bit embarassing especially on his part. In the end tho they woke up around two in the afternoon and were starving. You also thought about the fact that Helen must've already set in by now. After cleaning up a bit and getting redressed the two actually went to separate directions, Steve to the gym because he had a bunch of new recruits to train by three sharp, while Y/n was heading to the kitchen.

-FRIDAY, would you call up ms Simon for me?- she found Tony, Vision and Thor in the common room so she quickly greeted them.

-Hey guys, taking a break?- she smiled when Thor got up to greet her properly. He was such a physical and affectionate person. He reminded her of a golden retriever; huge, with long hair and a heart of gold. Your smile widened when he bent down to press his ear to her belly.

-Well yes darling, do you forget that aside from kicking some ass every now and then we're basically jobless?- Tony joked. Both he and Vision were looking at you two.

-How is your pregnancy going, Y/n?- Vision asked in his posh and polite manner. She tilted her head to the side. Thor still touching the smooth and round surface. She didn't mind at all.

-It's going smoothly, thank you. Tho if I have to be honest I can't wait to at least give birth. I love my belly but it's so complicated to live with. I also miss actually moving around and exiting the tower. I don't think I've ever been so still and babyed in my life.-

-If it was an easy job, God wouldn't have gave it to women.- they all turn around when you hear an unfamiliar voice, which they soon found out to be Helen's. Thor stands straight in all his tallness and gets in front of her protectively.

-Who are you?- he asks suspiciously. She put a hand on his arm to calm him down.

-It's okay, Thor. This is Helen Simon, she's my new midwife. The one me and Steve hired this morning.- her head turns quickly to Tony then back to Helen. Tony stands up, fixing the invisible fold in his tracksuit pants and smugly walks to the older woman.

-Stark. Tony Stark. I actually hired you, but I'll let the happy couple have the glory.- he joked and you shook your head amused. They shook hands and then Vision introduced himself as well. Thor just acknowleged her with a nod. It's not like the God of Thunder had to introduce himself.

-Okay guys, see you later. I'm starving so.- you decided to cut it, but obviously Tony had to sneak in a joke. Had to.

-I'm sure cap worn you out.- Thor, which didn't know what timing was, bless his heart, decided to burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes not looking back.

-Jealousy doesn't match with your shoes Anthony.- you clapped back, still hearing Thor laugh and Tony calling him out.

A few feet down the corridor there was the kitchen, and when Y/n finally tought that her and Helen could have a minute alone, they found Wanda intently reading a book while she mover her finger around to spin the teaspoon in a mug. She looked up when they entered the room. Her finger stopped working and so did the spoon, the faint magenta colored aura disappearing.

-Hello?- she said, tentatively. Y/n ignored her cold stare and walked to the fridge taking out the leftover chicken and some salad to mix.

-She's Helen, the midwife me and Steve talked about.- there was a subtle warning in Y/n's voice. She thought 'Be nice' in her mind, and when Wanda sighed she knew she read her mind.

-Nice to meet you. If you'll excuse m- - Wanda was about to get up from the stool but the old woman's voice stopped her.

-You aren't eating that chicken cold are you? How old is it?- she walked closer, grabbing the plastic box from her hands. Both her and Wanda were a little taken aback by her bluntness, and shared a look.

-Uh..Yeah? I was actually going to put it in the salad. And it's..I'm not sure, a couple of days old? Still perfectly fresh and untouched.- she answered trying to reassure her, but she wasn't having it at all.

-This isn't eating healthy. If you want a healthy baby you need to eat properly. I'll take care of your meals from now on. - she stated, putting the box aside. - The non pregnant teammates can risk getting sick with that chicken. - Wanda's gaze darkened and her eyes took a light shade of red.

-What's that supposed to mean, old lady? - Y/n saw her fingers starting to move around with the corner of her eye and put her own hand on hers.

-Helen didn't mean anything, Wanda. She just meant that I have to be extra careful in comparison to the rest of you, ok? Don't you have to be somewhere right now?- she asked in the most calm way. The last hting she needed was Wanda yeeting Helen out of the tower on the first day. Wanda closed and picked up her book and mug, walking towards the exit of the kitchen.

-I mean, I'd like to go to the terrace to chill, but I can't.- Y/n frowned while sitting on a stool. Meanwhile Helen had already started to inspect their whole frige.

-I can feel Bucky and his girl going at it so yeah, I did not plan to watch a live performance.- she choked on water and the old lady turned around with a rather disgusted face. Wanda just shrugged and left them. The girl turned towards the older woman with an awkward smile.

-Welcome I guess.- the short fake laugh was over as soon as Helen sat in front of her, her hands conjoined in front of her.

-This isn't good.- the girl shifted uncomfortably, then uncosciously starting to rub her belly as a sign of comfort.

-What isn't?- the lady sighed. -First off, there are way too many people here. This place is chaotic, the people aren't giving you the peace that you need. This isn't a baby-space. At all. I just looked into your frigde and there isn't a single thing ready or 100% healthy probably except vegetables. Y/n if you want to be a good mother and be healthy for your baby you need to change a few things.- her words at first irritated her, setting off her protectiveness towards the people she called family, but then as she went on, she made her feel little. Like a little girl who wasn't good enough. She sighed silently.

-What would you have me do then?- she asked. Helen shrugged, still mantaining her perfect posture.

-I'm not gonna suggest you to buy a new place, because where you'll live after the baby is born is your business, but..- she paused, -I can offer you to come live at my place for these last two months or so. I have a nice, peaceful place a little outside New York. I already had eight of my patients do this, it's not so absurd.- she explained like it was the most normal thing in the world. Y/n was listening, but she wasn't convinced. She decided that she had to think about it first. She had to know for sure that she was professional and competent.

-I don't know, Helen. I'll admit that it isn't the most tranquil place to live, but...these people are my family. They have always been by my side, pregnant or not. And what about Steve? The father of my firstborn?- she marked the last phrase, tilting her head to the side. A little habit she probably took from Wanda.

-Because they care about you. But in truth, tell me, aren't you feeling like a burden? Like you get into their business?- she mirrored the young woman's expression. Y/n didn't answer at first.

-You're really not going soft on this are you?- Helen released a dry laugh. Shook her head and paused before talking.

-Yes. I began working as a nurse unofficially when I was 13 years old, during the Prague Spring reforms in '68. The hospital was in short of nurses so.- she explained, -That time wasn't easy. Not that the one before it and after it wasn't, that is. You either grow a thick skin or you don't survive.- Y/n felt for her, as she had a very similar destiny. First she doesn't know how she ended up in an orphanage, and then when she was fifteen and nobody took her, they kicked her out. She was homeless for a year until SHIELD recruited her, and the rest is history.

The older woman got up and took some vegetables, washed them and then placed them down to slice them. Y/n got up as well and started helping. She eyed the fresh eggs, so she guessed that Helen wanted to make a quick frittata.

-How did you end up in America? As midwife, nonetheless.- she asked.

-Why most foreign people come to America? Certainly not the food.- The woman responded with a slight hint of irony. The girl chuckled.

-Touché.-

-In any case, I've been here more than half of my live, moved many states mainly for my own choice. Being a private midwife pays decently.- she paused to dump the sliced vegetables into a pan with a little oil and salt.

-I became one because I was fascinated by the whole process that the woman's body goes through both before, during and after birth. I assisted two of my older sisters, and in the end ended up doing it as a job.- Y/n nodded, listening.

-That's actually amazing. But if I can ask, you do not have kids yourself?-

-No. Didn't have the possibility at first. Then decided that just it was my profession but not my future. No regrets.- she answered even tho the girl could sense that something was off. She decided not to intrude.

Silence fell between them while they were cooking, and the younger woman took the popularity to think about what she said. The woman was practical, a bit harsh maybe. But she also had a lot of experience. She didn't like the thought of leaving her family, but she had to admit that she often felt like a burden lately. More than once someone stayed behind to look after her, and even tho they didn't seem to mind at all, she did. She wasn't used to being so pampered and looked after, and sometimes she almost felt suffocated. Guess that spending many years of your life having to take care of yourself takes a toll on you.

She didn't want to decide anything without talking it out with Steve first. And it wouldn't be permanent, just for the last couple months or so, until she had the baby. If she really thought about it maybe she needed some time to reconnect with herself, to learn how to take care of her baby in the best way possible. Even the stupidest thing like cold chicken could potentially make her sick, and it was such a small thing. But that doesn't change the fact that she didn't knew. She wasn't one of those moms who surrounded herself with books teaching her every do's and don'ts, but at this point insecurity was kicking in. The last thing she would ever want was to be a bad mother even before actually becoming one.

Between a baby shop and another, and a whole new diet including an embarrassing amount of tea, Y/n finished her eight month of pregnancy. She was feeling as tired and as big as ever. Helen actually helped a lot both with the cooking, the health tips and with the shopping. She actually sobbed when they bought the crib. Both because she was emotional, a bit because hormones and also because Steve was again away on a mission. The whole team was actually. They had new leads in the Hungarian case and another completely different mission in South Korea, a tough one. So it required the whole team split up. That was the fist time Y/n was left alone since she knew she were pregnant. It all went smoothly, the tower actually felt quiet for once.

Y/n and Helen had found a nice dynamic, and most of the time spent time in a comfortable silence, each doing their thing. A downside that she wasn't realizing was the distance that was slowly creeping from her to the team. They didn't really like the midwife that much, Wanda, Thor and Bucky especially didn't like her at all. But Y/n felt for her, she felt like she knew her better than them so she often took her side, which hurt them back.

Steve on the other hand wasn't realizing it almost at all. All he cared about was his wife being healthy and that she got along with the midwife. They didn't sleep together often anymore, due to the fact that he was often away and she was constantly tired. Bruce did warn her at the beggining that this 'enhanced' baby would've probably tired her out, and it did at first but then she was feeling very well. She and Helen both blamed it on the tiredness of the pregnancy as a whole.

The last straw was when some of the guys, specifically Sam, Thor and Peter, whom didn't live at the tower and was rarely involved in missions because of Tony, went to see them and in some way, nobody actually know how, they made a whole ass hole in the floor above the library. Fate wanted that Y/n and Helen were reading just a few feet away. If they were just a bit closer to the door, they would've been hit by the pavement pieces.

Helen gasped and jumped out of her seat, book still in her hand by the corner. The younger woman on the other hand was more mad than anything.

She rose from the armchair, struggling a bit and marched towards the now destroyed door. The damage wasn't so bad, but it was still damage and it could've been way worse. She was fuming.

-Y/n! Shit are you okay? - Sam yelled from above. The three guys looking down from the hole they created.

-I'm so sorry it wasn't me! It was Thor! - Peter joined in and caused the God to respond, and from that a whole lot of mess arose.

The people who weren't on a mission, which were Wanda, Bucky and Tony, came running.

Y/n didn't know where to look and all of a sudden started felling a bit suffocated. She brought a hand to her forehead, distubed by the chaos arouns her.

-Stop! Fucking stop it! - she yelled, groaning from frustration. Everyone stopped talking while the girl started to feel her eyes prickle with tears of frustration.

-Why is never, ever a single day if peace in here? There's always someone around, making a mess, making noise, complaining- - she almost stumbled on a piece of ceiling that had fallen, but Bucky and Tony were right behind her and helped her stabilize herself, but she shoved them off.

-Leave me be!- she exclaimed frustrated. She huffed, trying to take a deep breath. -I'm moving out.- a chorus of 'What' arose. Bucky stepped forward and grabbed her wrist gently.

-What are you talking about?- his eyes showed confusion and panic.

-And when would have you decided this stupid thing?- Tony crossed his arms and went straight up 'Tony Stark' on her. Y/n rolled her eyes, ignoring both questions and walked out of the now damaged library. Helen followed suit.

-At least wait for Steve to return!- Wanda said. Thor jumped down, through the new hole in the ceiling and followed her like the others.

-Y/n, we're sorry! Look, I'm gonna fix the ceiling myself okay? Please don't go- Y/n's ached to see them upset, but she was tired. Too tired. She was afraid that if she had stayed more than she could withstand, their relationships could've been ruined. That was the last thing she wanted. She didn't knew exactly what was that overwhelmed her so much. She felt constantly tired and in pain, all the noise, number of people..it had become just too much. She needed to finish this pregnancy alone, or at least in a more quiet place.

She stopped in her tracks and exhaled silently. Her eyes passed through everyone in the room. Even in that moment, they were decimated because of the mission, yet there were still eight people in the room. When normally it would've been around 15. That's too many people.

-It's not your fault. It's not anyone's fault, specifically. I just.. I feel overwhelmed. There's too much going on here at the tower. And for me it's like seeing life go on without being able to do anything. I need some space, okay? It won't be forever. Hell, if everything goes well it's gonna be a month, at best. But I really, really need a break. I am going to pack and leave by afternoon, when Steve returns, just send him to the address that I'll leave for him. Okay? I love you guys, you're my family and I wouldn't be where I am today without you. Its just temporary.- she smiled softly, trying not to get emotional. Wanda was visibly upset, on the verge of crying. The others just looked sad, maybe disappointed. But nobody said anything, so she turned her heels and went straight to her room.

By five pm she and Helen were already gone. The older woman called them a cab, the driver took care of their stuff and then they were gone. Y/n was silent during most of the trip, both because of the extreme tiredness and sadness. She never changed home since she moved to the tower. She also thought about what she would tell Steve. She knew she couldn't contact him, so she didn't. They had left two days prior, so it was a bit early to know when he'll be coming home. But she knew a hundred percent that he would've gotten to her even before going home.

The two women were headed to the older one's house, which was in Avalon, New Jersey. Helen had told her about her beach house, quite far from the city. Y/n did actually fall asleep after the first hour or so, they had around three in total so she didn't worry about not waking up. By her surprise though, she did sleep throughout the whole trip, and yet, she was still tired. In those days her head gave her particular discomfort, so any noise at all really disturbed her.

Helen woke her up gently when they arrived, the she helped her get out of the car. Meanwhile the driver, which was a quite young man, probably around her age, which was 27, with curly black hair, stubble and dark green eyes, took their luggage off of the trunk.

-That's all. Have a nice stay.- he smiled slightly. Y/n frowned, what about the money?

-How much do we owe you?- she asked sweetly. He waved his hand dismissively, going back in the driver's seat.

-The lady already paid me, I'm ok. Bye.- he waved goodbye and drove off. Y/n and Helen dragged the luggage insider her villa, by which the girl definitely was taken aback.

-You didn't tell me that you live in a Villa?-

-Maybe, but I did tell you that being a private midwife pays well. I also need space if I want to take people living with me.- she explained. The first thing that you could see was the huge open space which showed a not exaggeratedly large living room with a window door on the right, on the left there was the kitchen and in the middle a staircase.

It wasn't very decorated, but the light palette of the whole place defines had a calming effect. Y/n was so used to the high rise and high technology of the Avengers tower that she had almost forgot how nice and intimate a normal house could be.

Helen showed y/n around a little, then ended up in the spare room, which had a large bed, a balcony and some essential forniture pieces such as a wardrobe, a vanity, a full length mirror, an armchair.

-This is really nice, Helen.- she smiled tiredly, caressing her big belly while she walked around. But as she was walking towards the balcony, she had a slight attack of vertigo, and her knees buckle for a second. The woman was at her side in a few seconds, helping her onto the bed. Y/n huffed, the back of her hand on her eyes.

-Why am I so shitty? I was pretty good until a few months ago.- she whined, and Helen shook her head while she stroked her arm.

-Every pregnancy is different, Y/n. You're just tired, from the car and that chaotic place.- the disdain in her voice didn't really pleased Y/n, but she didn't say anything. She didn't have the strength and besides, it's not like she was particularly liked at the tower anyway.

-I'll get you a tea, be right back.- Y/n chuckled.

-I drank more of your Hungarian tea than water in the last months.- Helen pulled a tight smile.

-Well, it is a traditional recipe for pregnant women. Not that you seem to mind it either.- the girl relaxed her eyes and discarded her sneakers to the ground.

-No, it has a peculiar taste but not bad.-

-Good.- and with that she left the girl alone. Helen went down the stairs, and turned on the stove to warm some water. She then opened a drawer, forcing the wood layer to come up by using her fingernails, pulling out an old fashioned phone.

She went to the contacts and dialed the only one there was. She waited a few minutes, when someone picked up.

-Igen?-

-Közeledünk. Készülj fel.- she said, hanging up.

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Translation from Hungarian: ‘Yes?’ ‘We’re close. Get ready.’

Hiii, this is quite a short chapter but I wanted to end it with ✨ suspense ✨ the next one tho is gonna be way longer. Lastly, friendly reminder that my taglist and my ask inbox are open!

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hi! wanted to tell you that i absolutely love your writing skills, it’s so different from the others that i've read and it makes me feel so warm inside. keep up the good work! i'm really looking forward to seeing more

if you don’t mind, i'd like to request for a poly nagito x sweetheart reader x kokichi where they’re still in the crushing/pining stage and being confused about their sexuality. thank you, have a good day/night!💙

Phew! I finally did it! My fingers kinda hurt from typing all this haha! But I loved the request a lot! I played around with the concept you gave me as well, so it’s a story that branches out into multiple styles of writing. I do have to warn you though, goodness is this one long! But I hope you enjoy it all in the same! <3

I’m so sleepy lol

quick trigger warning beware! : There is a scene in this where a character goes through mental hysteria that contains some panic attack like symptoms. If you are sensitive to that writing, please, skip the the fluffy scene that if used for comfort right after :) (Or just don’t read it at all, don’t worry! Harmoni understands!)

Nagito Komaeda x Sweetheart Reader x Kokichi Ouma! Pt. 1

Also can we just talk about this gif? It makes me so happy...This artist is so good too like WHOA! Check them out!

“No…“

“1, 2, 3, 4-“

“NO-“

“5, 6, 7, 8!” Nagito finished, moving the silver, dog-shaped play piece across the board in rhythmic taps.

“NOOOO! BOARDWALK, NAGITO?! FUCKING BOARDWALK?!” Kokichi shrieked in a fit of rage, slamming his Panta drink onto the table, while standing up and causing an absolute fit.

Nagito was chuckling at the enraged boy, who was now standing on the kitchen counters, stomping in pure fury. Kokichi was a huge brat. A clingy, competitive, always-begging-for-something, whole-hearted brat. Though, Nagito would have to admit that he could never stay mad at Kokichi, in fact, he would have to say that he barely gets mad at him. Ever. He reminded the white-haired boy of a playful puppy, bounding and bucking happily when getting what it wants. It made Nagito’s heart melt, evaporate, then simply melt again, even when he was a cursing mess stomping on the granite countertops, getting scratches all over it.

“Woah! Nagi, that’s amazing! You got Boardwalk really early in the game, that’s so cool!” You smiled, while also laughing at Kokichi’s ferocious cursing as ambiance. Your smile drove Nagito’s attention away from the angered boy, and his heart went through overdrive once he saw your sweet smile, radiating so much contagious joy. It’s almost as if he was on a roller coaster that contained a different track each and every time he rode it. One minute, his heart would be doing loops, and the next, it excitedly go up again.

. . .

Now, this is where the problem begins. Well, the one of three problems that plague the three individuals all playing a simple game of Monopoly on a Sunday night. This is Nagito’s problem: Whenever he has an effect on Kokichi, making him oh-so-lovable in his eyes, his heart swells and fills his chest to the brim. Oh, was this feeling that was so incredibly foreign to him feel so wonderful when it dawned upon him for the first time.

Nagito could always draw the memory back within his vision in surreal detail. Kokichi and Nagito were loitering in the hallways of Hope’s peak, with the shorter purple-haired boy dragging the pale, frizzy haired boy by the hand to apparently “Conjure up the biggest most awesome-est prank Hope’s Peak has every witnesses since built into existence”. Honestly, how could Nagito say no to something that holds so much potential hope and despair, all contained in one big gift-wrapped surprise of a prank on the whole school?

After planning for a few hours, Kokichi seemed to have a fuse broken in his brain due to thinking about a truly fool-proof plan. The somewhat drowsy prankster reached into his schoolbag and pulled out two twin bottles of grape Panta, sliding one over to an unsuspecting Nagito. The purple plastic bottle bonked into Nagito’s forearm, knocking the bottle down from the force.

“Nehehe, I guess you really are the Ultimate Lucky student, huh? It just so happens I packed an extra today, Shamrock! Make it up to me sometime soon, okaaaaay?” Kokichi giggled, teasing the lanky, somewhat socially-awkward Nagito who was sitting across from him on a desk within a totally abandoned classroom. Nagito thanked the other, though, Kokichi really couldn’t respond due to being in the middle of chugging his favorite carbonated drink.

Nagito turn to his own bottle. He wasn’t the biggest fan of old-fashioned artificial grape flavored things, but it wasn’t the worst. Plus, it would be quite rude to refuse a drink from a friend, right? So the white haired boy simply picked up the bottle, and twisted the cap off, as per usual etiquette of opening a soda bottle.

Splash

It didn’t take too long until Nagito knew what was going on. The drink had exploded everywhere. The bottle of soda was basically empty by the end of the grape-geyser showcase, and poor Nagito was left drenched in purple, sticky, sugary liquid. The drink already was starting to dry into a thin, sweet crust on his skin, making the boy on a whole other level of uncomfortable. Though, it was kind of expected that Kokichi would be absolutely laughing his butt off in the moment, sounding like some sort of hysteric hyena mixed with a duckling quacking at some breadcrumbs. It was a laughable sight, no doubt, Nagito literally looked like the embodiment of a sad, wet dog.

But then Kokichi settled down after a bit, controlling his breathing from the pathetic sight. After doing so, he got up out of his seat, and knelt down to scrummage through his bag, revealing a regular branded water bottle. He then made his way over to Nagito, and without hesitation, sat himself on his soda-soaked lap.

“Aww, really going for that kicked puppy look, are you now? Well, since I’ve had all my laughing fun from this, I guess it’s only natural that I help you out, hm? Or would you rather just stay just like this? Oh, now, I wouldn’t mind it if we did…though it seems your eyes beg to differ…well in that case, let’s clean you up, shall we?” Kokichi hummed, teasing the ever living daylights out of the wet and miserable boy.

Kokichi then did something that made Nagito’s heart pound harder than it ever had before. The teasing boy reached behind his neck, untying his beloved checkered bandana. He then carefully opened the water bottle, and poured the contents onto the fabric. Once ensuring it was thoroughly soaked, Kokichi started to wash off as much of the stickiness he could. to Ruffling Nagito’s hair, from gently washing his pale cheeks, which were now sprinkled with specks of rose, and finally gliding the cloth along Nagito’s clothes and hands.

A few things in Nagito’s mind had clicked into place after Kokichi had handled him with the care equal to that of a lover. Well, ironically, Nagito had caught feelings for his tiny little prankster brat of a friend. Was it a huge surprise? Not really, based on the track that Nagito was on.

Another piece of the puzzle had snapped: Kokichi was a a guy. That was something really to think about. Never had Nagito found men attractive, but…

Finally, the last, and most worrying puzzle piece out of them all: Kokichi wasn’t the only one he has fell for. His heart has become torn in that moment, with every day becoming more of a wrestling match to the death rather than a silly tug-of-war between feelings. The other side of his heart was unsure, and fell for another person that had lifted him up through his lowest lows, supporting him like a much needed pair of crutches when having a sprained ankle.

And that person, was you.

. . .

“Ok ok ok ok ok! Listen here you little damn shamrock you!” Kokichi huffed, now sitting back on the ground, leg crossed, “You and I both know that I have Park Place, right? Right! Now, my dear little clover, I want to make a deal with you, if you will?” Kokichi smirked with evil intent clear within his irises.

“Ooo! Deals! Nagi, I think you should listen to Kichi, making profitable partnerships is pretty much his specialty.” You giggled, basically becoming Kokichi’s personal little advocate. He let out a quick “Yeah, what she said!”, causing Nagito to laugh and nod, gesturing for an explanation of the deal.

“Well, personally, my little clover, I feel like we should team up, you know? We could completely dominate over sweet our little gumdrop over there, making them drop to their knees in submission to us. You know, I have a feeling you and I both would enjoy it...” Kokichi shuffled a little closer to the platinum blonde, voice dropping, “We could rule them over together, as equals, or even make them surrender if they ever have the chance-“

“Sure! Though, you should probably get out of jail first.” Nagito chuckled, making the other boy grumble.

“OH YOU-“

“Heeeeey! I wanna join in too! It sounds like you guys are having fun and stuff, while I’m all alone…” You puffed out your cheeks, sadness dripping in your voice.

Both of the boys shot up to look at your somewhat downcast features, and oh, how it wreaked their hearts in one fell swoop.

Kokichi automatically shot up from his position, puffing out his chest in preparation for a new speech.

“O-ok! New deal! We ALL join evil forces TOGETHER, and absolutely destroy the game with all of our property, while reaping in the greedy rewards of the capitalist regime!” Kokichi loudly proclaimed, chuckling at the end of his new deal.

You gasped, “Deal! Deal! Taking over a money-based board game with my two favorite people ever will always be a yes for me!” You laughed, smiling at the thought of the three of you taking over Hollywood streets with a pose of limos, while using bags stuffed with pure cash as weapons made it ten times funnier.

Kokichi smiled, resting his hands behind his head, “Yeah! Let’s end it here and just say that we kicked so much millionaire ass that we now have control over the whole economy!”

. . .

This is the second problem, Kokichi is so undeniably confused. About what? About himself. He was sure as all hell about how he felt about you, he always went soft and squishy for you, and not to mention he would be extra clingy when it had to do with you. Headpats? Common, and always appreciated. Cuddles? Been there, done that with you.

But, then there was Nagito. Kokichi would never say this out loud, but he thought that Nagito was so…pretty. And god, Kokichi was a huge sucker for pretty people. Though, once he realized that his feelings didn’t go to just one person, that’s when he started to panic.

He had to take in multiple things at once, trying to accept it all at once, but it was just so incredibly difficult. He has spent the whole entirety of his life to perfect the art of lying, and one thing that he learned constantly manipulated his own mind and thought process, tearing it into metaphorical shreds.

In order to pull out a lie that everyone can believe, you have to lie to yourself, and proclaim your own illusion of your truth.

Did Kokichi want to believe he was immensely attracted to Nagito, who just happened to be a guy? No, he really didn’t. It wasn’t normal.

Did Kokichi want to believe that he had fallen so fucking in love with two of his closest friends? Hell no. In society, you had to pick and choose, it’s one or the god damn other.

Right?

One night, all of these feeling and thoughts rushed into the boy’s conscious all at once, building immense pressure within his head and chest. Was this a nightmare, or-

Suddenly, his throat started to close up on him, making him gasp out in agony, wheezing on the covers of his bed, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes.

Instinct kicked in within the speed of light. Kokichi shakily reached over to his phone, grasping onto it, and quickly set up a group call. Almost immediately, the two people he was panicking over had picked up.

“Hello? Kokichi? Is there anything you need?” A raspy voice rang out. It seems as if Nagito was awoken by the sudden calling.

“Yeah, Kichi? Is there anything wrong?” You softly spoke through the phone. It calmed Kokichi a little just hearing the two of you guy so worried over him.

“I-I know It’s out of the blue-“ Kokichi gasped for air “B-but can you guys please come over?”

And oh boy, did you and Nagito get there in record time.

After just a mere ten minutes, you and Nagito were outside of Kokichi’s bedroom door, and the both of you could hear the desperate hiccups and gasps of your poor friend.

The both of you had no doubts, nor questions. You just wanted the struggling boy to feel safe.

“We’re coming in.” You said, affirming your actions with light knocking on the bedroom door.

When the both of you came face to face with a Kokichi with puffy red eyes, clutching his heaving chest, and thick tears rolling down his face, it felt like the both of you just got shot in the heart, the weight of it sinking down into the stomach, emitting a feeling that could only be described as pure pity. But the two of you automatically got to work.

Sooner rather than later, You and Nagito were cuddling Kokichi from either side, supporting him, as well as being his shield for protecting his small, delicate frame from his own cruel thoughts. You had started to run your fingers through Kokichi’s hair, causing his breaths to become fuller, and not nearly as hitched. Nagito also wanted to contribute in his own way, so he decided to mindlessly draw messy shapes and squiggles into Kokichi’s side, hoping that what he was doing would be of any help.

After only a mere five minutes, Kokichi had passed out from exhaustion, but the two of you kept on doing what you were doing, wanting for the boy in-between you two to have sweet dreams about all of what he desires all night long.

Kokichi has never let go of that memory, and never will for the rest of his life, and it’s a constant reminder on how much he had lied to himself. He actually wanted the truth out of something for once in his life, and that was how long it would be in order for the loves of his life to live without restraint of societal chains. Whenever it was, he would always be ready. Always, with arms as open as the horizon.

. . .

“Why in the world are we watching Big Hero 6 again? Didn’t we watch this, like, a month ago?” Kokichi trudged from the microwave, to the plush couch, bowl of buttered popcorn in hand.

“(Y/N) wanted to watch it, is there a problem?” Nagito tilted his head, holding the remote, about to press play. You were bouncing in anticipation, because this movie was just never a disappointment.

“Hm, well, I GUESS there’s nothing wrong with it….just don’t be surprised when you hear me snoring.” Kokichi huddled up beside you, placing the bowl of popcorn on you lap.

“I deem you the popcorn peacemaker! Your job is to make sure no one’s being a pig.” Kokichi snickered, while you giggled at your new role in life.

“Nagi? You like popcorn, right? Here!” You placed the bowl on his lap, causing him to smile.

“Hey, HEY! NO! That means I have to reach my WHOLE ARM over to to Lucky boy, JUST SO I CAN GET SOME POPCO-“

“Sh sh sh! The movie is starting!” You giggled, shushing the purple haired boy, while you heard a little chuckle from the white haired boy who was next to you.

. . .

The last problem was you. Your heart bubbled up in joy whenever you where around these boys, making your face erupt like a volcano whenever something slightly suggestive is aimed at you when it has to do with either one of them. You liked both of them, a lot, and you gave everything in order for the three of you to flourish in bountiful friendship. Yeah, that’s the problem, it was friendship.

Oh, how desperately you wished that everything could be easy! If life were like an infinite rolling of crashing waves, things would be flawless, predictable even. Unfortunately, life really likes to give you the short end of the stick, and this was honestly one of the shortest sticks someone like you would have never asked for. The loving of two men, both equally, and having an intense desire to treat them as lovers. What would they do as lovers? Where would they go as lovers? The questions and possibilities are endless…

The only time where you felt as if the friendship could’ve resembled anything somewhat romantic, was a summer evening trip to the beach.

The water was the perfect temperature, the ocean was as clear as glass, and the sand didn’t burn the soles of your feet. The boy’s were in their swimming trunks, having their own little fun. Nagito was afraid of getting to deep into the ocean, so you always stayed in the shallow end, trying to capture as many tiny fishes as you could with your bare hands.

Kokichi insisted that him and Nagito bury you in sand, leaving your head poking out of a sandy little cocoon. When the sun started to set, you got some supplies that you brought, and lit the fire that the group planned to create. Everyone gathered around it, cooking hot dogs on sticks, and crafting tasty s’mores that we fed each other.

One could say that that night might be the most casual and platonic friend trip ever, but something was off.

Everyone looked at each other differently that night. When looking into their eyes, it was oddly intimate. It was like all of the stars in the night sky reflected off their eyes conveyed so much...love.

That night, you felt so adored, so cherished and cultivated to the brim of your existence. You felt something, and maybe the other boy’s did too, but that feeling has changed your life.

Thanks to these stupid boys; These stupid boys that you’ve given so much to, you don’t think you could ever love any other.

One you’ve helped get out of a terrible degradation cycle, another you’ve helped to not lie to himself, and not as much to others.

And thanks to your down to earth humility, your heart has been stolen, and it was going to stay taken by those lovely, unique boys who have helped you out of so many ditches, and so many of life’s cracks and dents. God, how could you not fall?

Their lives were precious to you, but you had no idea how they would feel about an actual relationship, so you’ve always been terrified. Petrified and paralyzed to the bone to ever think of what may happen if you were the cause of the fracture of the friendship. You didn’t want to ruin something that has taken so long to build, yet can be torn all down due to a selfish desire.

But, maybe, just maybe, if they went to you first, confessed everything that was bottled up inside, dittoed on how you felt…

Then you might just be the luckiest person to live on this earth, there’s no doubt about that.

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theficplug · 4 years

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis: reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself.

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.”

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head.

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door.

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you.

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows.

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door.

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then, he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door.

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.”

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes.

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background.

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

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Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea.

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation.

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower.

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower.

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A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed.

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you.

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together.

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging.

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik.

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie.

After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates.

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head.

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup. " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her.

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

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Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe.

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on.

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities.

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind.

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you.

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip.

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest. I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in.

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him.

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter.

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips.

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art.

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra.

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder.

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently.

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it.

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head.

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him.

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever.

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you.

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment.

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey.

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped.

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month.

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it.

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them.

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet. You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking.

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home.

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright.

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off.

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-"

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first.

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"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again.

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever.

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly.

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long.

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to balance himself.

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips.

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there.

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts.

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you .

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips, it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him.

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you.

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below.

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing.

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you.

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him.

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly.

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply.

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms.

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing.

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression.

"I know. I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-"

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you.

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it.

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer.

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.

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You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again.

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess.

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room.

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit.

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around.

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you.

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips.

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go"

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go.

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you.

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

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"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to a car that clearly wasn't from this area.

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat.

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car.

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding away.

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