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msjr0119 · 5 years

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Love, Fate, Destiny

Part 2- Reality Tv and Whiskey

Riley Brooks is a waitress in a ‘Dive bar” in New York. One Saturday night, her past comes back to haunt her as some unfamiliar punters enter her bar on a bachelor party- one of them being someone who she was once close to.

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*****

Riley returned the hire car after her kiss with Drake. That moment on the beach, gave her mixed emotions- lust for the man she lost her virginity to, sadness that he wouldn’t keep to his promise, happiness to see him again after all these years. She didn’t want to keep her hopes up - he walked out on her without any explanations all those years ago. Her heart couldn’t take any more strain or heartbreak. Not wanting to make the first move, she thought she would allow Drake to settle back into Cordonia before contacting him.

*****

Drake was due to meet the men at the hotel, ready to leave for Cordonia. Kissing Riley again brought back memories as well as doubts. Doubts about leaving her again. The last seven years she never left his mind- he never thought that he would see her again. He just played about- fucking with women’s emotions because the one woman he loved he abandoned and could never get over.

“Drake, are you okay? You’re actually smiling!” Maxwell said in a jokingly manner.

“I smile, Beaumont. I smile a lot. Just not when I’m with you set of morons.”

Maxwell pretended to stab himself in the heart- he was still a child at heart.

“That hurt Drake. That really did hurt. I thought we were buddies.”

Drake eyebrows shot up at the younger Beaumont, whilst shaking his head.

“Why haven’t you got your bags anyway? Liam said to meet here precisely at 1700hours.”

“Hey Drake. Sorry about the mix up. I really don’t want to rush back, my father is already stressing about the social season. Would it hurt to go awol for an extra night?”

“Li are you kidding me? I cut my time short with Riley to be here on time!” Exasperated with the lack of communication, Drake couldn’t catch his breath.

“You.. you were with Riley?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to tell you where I was going. It was personal. Luckily she was there. And we kissed.”

“Get in there Drake! Sorry...” Maxwell said in an excited manner.

Liam looked at the love sick puppy, he felt guilty for not telling Drake the truth about why they were staying.

“Ah, I see. Well why don’t you go and see her? Tariq got on a commercial flight back earlier. I’m sure myself and Max can entertain ourselves.”

“I don’t know where she is Li. I don’t know where she lives or anything. I didn’t even get her number because she said she would contact me. I’m - I’m going to have to face Daniel and ask him.”

“Do you want us to come with you?”

“No Li. I’ll be fine. Besides if Daniel didn’t steal my girlfriend, I’d have never been with Riley. Keep me updated on flight times etc.”

Liam smirked at his friend, he now knew that Drake was unsure if he was returning to the hotel tonight. He glared at Maxwell, wondering how their plan was going to work.

****

Drake entered the bar, and immediately saw Daniel cower behind the bar. He had no time for this- did Daniel really think he would still be mad after this time? The initial shock catching them in the act caused Drake to be angrier than the hulk. But he was grateful in the end for his girlfriend being unfaithful.

“Daniel. Long time no see.”

“Hi, Drake. W-What can I get ya?”

“I don’t want a drink. I need Riley’s address and phone number.”

“I don’t think I should give things like that out.”

“Daniel please. It’s the least you can do after fucking my girlfriend in MY bed!”

Daniel wrote down the details, shaking. Drake had to conceal the laughter that was building up inside of him.

“Thanks. And thank you for doing what you did all those years ago. You don’t have to be scared of me yano.”

Drake walked out of the bar smirking, Daniel finally felt a bit of relief. Drake was taller and bulkier than he was, and he wouldn’t like to be in a fight with him.

****

Riley was sat in her apartment watching ‘Keeping Up With The Kardashians’, wearing a crop top and skimpy shorts. She often wished for an ass like Kim. Hearing a knock at the door, she placed the now empty Ben and Jerry’s tub on the coffee table next to her glass of wine- annoyed that someone would disturb her at this time.

“Drake?”

“Hey.” Drake was fixated on her appearance. It was seven years since he last saw her dressed showing a bit of flesh off.

“How? What are you doing here?”

“I had to beg Daniel, let’s no go there. Liam insisted on staying another night. So here I am. I wanted to see you again. Here I got these for you. I know they won’t make up for all the hurt I caused you- but I’m trying Riley. I’m really trying.”

Riley accepted the flowers, inhaling the strong scent she gave him a kiss on the cheek- before crying.

“Hey, what’s up?”- Drake dropped his bag, and began to caressingly wipe the tears from her cheek.

“No ones ever bought me flowers before except from my dad. Sorry. It’s a sweet gesture. Are you coming in then?”

“I’m a gentleman, obviously like your father, Brooks. I was intending on coming in, if you’ll allow me?”

Riley gestured for him to enter. Thank god I did a spring clean before, she thought. Drake sat on the sofa, acting nervous.

“Kardashians I see. My favourite.” He said in a sarcastic manner.

“Now I know you’re lying, Walker. Whiskeys in the bottom cabinet if you want to help yourself, whilst I put these in a vase.”

“I’m not lying- okay maybe a bit? Am I that predictable? How do you know I’m not t-total now? You’re just assuming.”

Noticing her eyebrows rise, he knew she was clever. The world would have to end for him to give up whiskey.

“Come on Drake... you’d marry a crate of whiskey if you could.”

“Hmm maybe. Maybe not.” I’d definitely marry you though Brooks. When you know you know.

Riley joined Drake on the sofa, he wrapped his arm around her pulling her closer. Holding her tighter and protectively- his touch made her feel warmer and safe. Every time she saw Drake she would have butterflies in her stomach- now her stomach was still fluttering at the feeling of their bodies touching. Kissing her forehead, he was grateful for Liam deciding to stay an extra night.

“I love you Brooks. I’m glad fate made us cross paths again.”

Riley thought back to the first time he told her he loved her.

****

Lola threw a party at her parents house- a celebration for them graduating. Even though they were underage- Mr and Mrs Hughes allowed Lola and Beth to drink. If they was drinking elsewhere they couldn’t keep an eye on their daughters.

Riley knew her limit- she would only have a few. The first time she got drunk the hangover put her off. Drake met her there. It was awkward being back at his ex in laws house but he didn’t want to ruin it for Riley.

They both stayed close to each other all night expressing constant PDAs now their relationship was in the open. Drake led her to the guest room, just wanting to talk in private- Riley on the other hand began to panic. She believed he dragged her there for sex.

“Drake, before you talk. I’m really not comfortable doing this.”

“Doing what?”

“Sex. And especially in my friends guest room. Anyone could walk in.”

“Ri, I don’t want to have sex with you. Well I do. But I’m not going to rush it. I just wanted to talk to you alone. I couldn’t hear a word with all the music blurting out.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?”

Riley began to cry uncontrollably. Assuming that he was a ‘typical’ man just wanting sex made her feel shit. For once in her life she was wrong. She wanted to tell him the truth, scared that she may lose him - but he needed to know.

“There’s something I need to tell you... it’s really embarrassing... you’ll probably be put off me... I don’t know how to say it? Drake, I’m a virgin. And it’s not because I haven’t wanted to do it- I’ve chosen it to be this way. I want to save it for someone who loves me. Someone I trust.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know- I think.”

“Riley, it doesn’t bother me. I’d never be put off you. The fact that you want to save it is nothing to be embarrassed about.”

He cupped her cheek and placed a slow kiss on her cherry bud lips.

“I love you. And I’ll wait for you if you want that special person to be me.”

Riley smiled softly- he really was a fluffy marshmallow under all that rough interior. She stood up abruptly, and locked the door, Drake stared at her confused as she stripped down to her underwear.

“I want you to be that special person, Drake Walker. I want you now.”

“Are you sure? I’m happy to wait.”

Riley pushed him onto the bed, hovering over him. Kissing his neck she then whispered in his ears that she was ready. Sitting up he removed his top onto the floor. Cupping her breasts, whilst kissing her deeper. He was ready. He rolled her over and off him, so he could stand up and remove his jeans. Spreading her legs he positioned himself in between.

“If it hurts let me know. I don’t want you to be in pain. I want to make love to you Ri, I love you. I think I’ll always love you.”

“I love you too.”

******

“I love you too, Drake. I always have. I’m glad fate brought us back together too.” She said as she held him tighter.

“I should really get off soon.” The sorrow in his eyes matched Riley’s. He knew he didn’t want to leave, but didn’t want Riley to expect him to stay.

“Stay. If it’s the last time I see you, I want to spend every second with you.”

“I already promised you I’d come back every weekend. I intend to keep that promise. I’m not hurting you ever again. I don’t want to impose.”

“You won’t be. It’s nice to have some company. I’ll show you a good night Walker.” Biting her lip and winking at him- she knew she was going to tempt him to stay.

“Lead me to your room then.” Riley intertwined her fingers with his leading him to her bedroom.

*****

Drake woke up early the next morning, admiring the beautiful woman he shared the bed with last night. Riley was right, she did show him a good night- they made love three times, before both collapsing with exhaustion. He really didn’t want to leave her. Determined to make every second he has with her worth it. Laying there wide awake, he just held onto her, tears began to slide down his cheeks. The minute he got back to Cordonia, he had decided to pack his things and move back to New York. Liam didn’t need him anymore, he was going to be married and planning a family sooner or later. Reaching for his phone he read a text from Liam.

Hey, dirty stop out. Hope you had a good night. I need to have a meeting with Bastien before we return, we are flying just shortly after 12pm. Meet Maxwell at the airport and I’ll see you there too.

Okay, please communicate with me if there are any changes. I’m not a dirty stop out Li, I spent the night with the love of my life- that’s the difference. See ya soon

Riley began to stir, probably due to the noise from him texting Liam back. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek was instinct- he couldn’t get enough of her sweet scent every time he kissed her. The smell lingered on him.

“Morning beautiful girl.” Drake could get used to this feeling. Waking up to her beautiful smile and being happy.

“Morning handsome. What time is it?” Blinded by the sunlight, she couldn’t see the clock nor time. Lazy to ask him- but he seemed more awake that she was.

“Erm 9am.”

“Shit, I’ve got 3hours before I need to go to work.”

“Oh I didn’t know you was working today. We’re flying back shortly after midday. But I’ll see you on Friday. I promise.”

Riley smiled hoping that he would not break her heart again, for the next three hours they spent time wrapped in each other’s arms. Their goodbye was emotional. Drake promised to text her as soon as he had landed, and that they would talk everyday. She walked into work five minutes late, but really didn’t give a fuck- the amount of over time she had done didn’t compare to this five minutes. Getting dressed in her uniform, she saw the blonde man sat in the corner.

“Liam?”

“Hello m’lady. Over there is Bastien my royal guard.” Liam pointed to the stern man who nodded at Riley.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“No thank you. But I do have a proposition for you...”

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darkenrose-s · 7 years

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Unexpected- chapter 6

While living in England you had a brief affair with a criminal. Not just any criminal but one wanted by governments and secret agency’s. In those brief moments you were together you helped heal each other. Now amost a year later you meet him again in the most unlikly place. Living in your Godfather tower.

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Warning- swearing.

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You spend a lot of time with Tony. After him and the team came upon you and Bucky in the living room, he’s been strangely quieter then usual. You had spent a long night and most of the next day discussing with him, about the fight between you and the terminator. You’d told him that you and Bucky were both adults and able to talk without inflicting war on each other. Tony didn’t like it. Didn’t like that you and Barnes were clearly more then distant acquaintances. He didn’t like that he was starting to notice that on the few times all three of you were in a room together, the ex-assassin seemed to follow you like a flower facing the sun.

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You groan as you tried to stretch out on the bed. Feeling the now familiar pull in your arm you wince and hiss through your teeth. You stifle a yawn, still tired after going to bed early. Healing definitely takes it out of you. It had been nearly two months since you where shot and you were sure the drugs they kept giving you, to fight infection and to lessen the pain were making you ill. You figured you might have caught a bug of something, and your body was to busy fixing your arm to fight against it aswell. You made a mental note to ask Bruce about it later when you went you a check up. Your stomach rolled dramatically as you sprang towards the bathroom. You were mentally glad that Bucky wasn’t in the room with you. You couldn’t deal with his concerned hovering right now. How Steve ever managed him in that mode, you will never know. You don’t throw up but you don’t make any plans to stray far from the bathroom. Maybe you’ve eaten something the meds didn’t like? You drink a glass of water slowly hoping it will settle the party in your stomach.

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You watched as Bruce made up a needle ready to take your blood. A requirement to see if it is the new meds that are making you ill. You squirm nervously. The first time he had taken blood you stared giggling uncontrollably. Tony had been with you and had freaked out. “How can she be laughing with you sticking that great thing in her arm?! ” he had squawked eye the large needle like it was something terrifying. It was. This time Bruce had shooed him away, you had found he can be quite manipulative when he wanted to be. Bruce had this ability to look at everything he was dealing with like it was something under a microscope, whether it was new technology or a human. He took your arm and you wonder if the other guy, the Hulk, skin would be as warm? You don’t voice this random question. Bruce gets flighty when question about his alter ego, only Tony gets away with it, mainly because he has no filter most of the time. When he is finished he hands you some ginger tea. You sign. You miss English tea. You miss your tiny flat and your kettle and your bed and your fluffy blankets. You miss home. To your horror you feel your eyes start to tear. You brush them away before Bruce notices. Bruce confirms that it will be a few hours before he gets results and you shuffle off for a nap before Tony is let back into the lab.

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You wake to the sound of your phone dinging. You check the time and find that four hours have flown by. Wow, I didn’t know I was that exhausted. You think to yourself as you check the message. Bruce wants you back in the lab, somethings has come up with the results and he’s distracted Tony away from the lab. You yawn and stretch before shuffling out of the door. You feel a bit better, maybe the tea worked. When you arrive at the lab, it quiet and Bruce hustles you into a chair looking equal parts adorably flustered and a tad embarrassed. He leans heavily against the glass worktop in front of you, he holds his glasses in one hand and absently chews on one of the ends while he thinks about what he has to ask you. “Y/n. I’ve for some abnormalities in your blood work. One I think I can identify, but erm, while you’ve been here, after you were injured, have you-did you,” his face flushes more, and he moves his hands around like he is trying to grasp the words he needs from thin air. It’s a very Tony move and you start to wonder just how many hours a day the two spend together. “Say it scientifically if it’s easier. I’m sure I’ll get it.” He shoots you a small smile. You figure being shot and being in the meds have made the abnormalities in the test and try not to worry about it. “Have you had sex in the last five weeks?” He says in a rush “See that wasn’t so-” you stop when you realise what he had said. You already feel heat racing to your face. He didn’t say that, did he? “Excuse me?” “Have you had sex, lately?” He says slower. If the ground could open up and swallow you, now would be a good time. “What does that have to do with anything?” Even to yourself you sound a bit hysterical. You look around the room. Searching for Tony or Bucky or someone to jump out at you. “Everything” Bruce gives you a patient look, you’ve seen him give it to Tony many times. You blink at him in hopes he would carry on. “It looks like you could be, pregnant.” He watches you for a reaction but you only blink at him. It’s like he’s saying words at you and you don’t understand any of it. Bruce shifts uncomfortably under your gaze. “I’m not this kind of doctor. I can send for a proper medical doctor if you want. This kind of thing isn’t my field.” You continue blinking at him. “Y/n.” He gets no response, as your own brain highlights the word pregnant. “Y/n?!” “Can’t be.” You blurt out, half in thought. “I can’t be.” You start again, “ I got the, the thing,” you gestures wildly to your arm. Your bandaged arm. You stop and stare at it like it had personally betrayed you. “Implant. Must have been a million to one chance.” Bruce mutters softly, watching you process. Fuck.

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You had sneaked out and brought a few home test, while Bruce was contacting the proper doctors. He was adamant that you needed one and while he was ok at patching people up (normally under protest) it wasn’t his field. He wasn’t a medical doctor. You sat on your bed, knees to your chest, one arm around them the other holding the last test you did. The first had been positive, the second negative. Why in the hell was this test not staying still long enough for you to read? Was that a + or a - ? What kind of crappy test is this?! You couldn’t make out what the last one said. Have I given it long enough? What if it was negative? What if it was positive? Can I be responsible for a defenceless life? I’ve got by on your own up to now but it wasn’t easy. What if this kid hated you? What if I’m a rubbish parent and they grow up to hate us both? I’d have to tell James. What would he say? What would James say?! This will be his child too. How am I going to tell him? What am I going to say? What if he doesn’t want this? I could look after this child anyway. If he didn’t want it. You took a deep breath. Glancing at the test again. Oh. Looks like I will would be looking after my child anyway. You felt hot and cold and joy and fear. Oh god, oh god, oh god. What am I going to do?! You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders. What if I’m a bad parent? I’ve never held a baby before, how can I look after my own? Oh god, oh god. What am I going to tell Bucky? What about Tony?! He’s going to hate me forever. Oh god, oh g- WAIT! I don’t remember putting a blanket on. You cautiously look around to find a fluffy blanket around your shoulder. The last time you saw it, it was in your chair by the bed. You glance at it and find it occupied. You freeze. Your brain makes a squawk in surprise and the only words it forms is fuck. His beautiful blank face stares at you. You blink slowly. Maybe he hasn’t noticed what you’re holding? Yeah try to carefully lower your arm without him noticing. How long has he been here? How did I not see him come in? Stupid sneaky assassins. “Is there something you want to share with me.” He never takes his eyes off of you. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Maybe?” You say slowly. You had wanted to confirm it with Bruce’s doctor friends, wanted to come to terms with it yourself before telling anyone. In truth you’re absolutely terrified right now. A child. “I thought you couldn’t-” he inclined his head to where you tried to hide the test away. “Lucky shot.” You try to laugh. Bucky stands and moves to sit beside you on the bed, curving his arms around you and tucking his chin into your shoulder. He reaches around and pulls out your hand and its death grip on the test. The small plus sign is bold. His arms tighten around you and you rest your head against his. “Bruce is looking for a doctor, to confirm it, he says this isn’t his field. ” You’re not sure how he will react. You’re still not completely ok after your fight, what if this sparks it up again? You wait for him to leave. To yell at you. To freak out. Part of you still wants to freak out. Bucky sign heavily and buries his face in your neck. His human arm pulls you securely against him. “Then we wait.” He says and you think you feel a small twitch of a grin on his face from where it presses against you.

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