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softieekayy · 19 hours

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Stop! I’m in love with the way you write, it’s so sweet and it flows so well! 🩷🩷

my love mine all mine l vincent renzi x f!reader

summary: after seeing her for the first time, he just fell (deeply) in love word count: 3.7k content: female reader (no description of genitalia), mention of sex, mention of stretch marks, description of hair and eye color (but not texture or skin color), french laws and locations being misinterpreted, use of tv shows and books I didn't watch or read, non canon note: english is not my first langague! I wrote this in portuguese and then translated to english myself, there's a chance you'll find an error or something. I'm sorry sorry! I highly recommend you to listen to the song while reading.

you can check the aesthetic references for this oneshot here but take note that none of the people actual faces on this reflects on the character identity that I wrote, so don't base all of the details on the references for the characters in story.

The first time he noticed her, she was sitting on one of the wooden benches outside the courtrooms. She seemed nervous, shaking her legs and glancing restlessly between the watch on her wrist and the clock on the hallway wall, as if it made much difference. Regardless of her worried expression and furrowed brow, Vincent felt that he had never seen such an attractive woman in his life. From her brown hair to her brown boots, looked like she stepped out of one of those '70s fashion advertisements he'd seen in vintage magazines as a kid. He didn't had time to notice much more than that, as he crossed the hallway and headed to his session. At the end of the day, of course, she was no longer there.

What seemed to have been one of those street crushes that you see when crossing an avenue and never think about again, stayed in Vincent's head for a few days. Every time he passed by the corridor, he waited to see if the brunette would be there. He tried to guess what she was doing there that day and whether there was a possibility of bumping into her again, a question to which the universe answered “yes”.

Two weeks later, this time leaving work, he looked down buttoning his blue coat, distracted in his thoughts when he noticed the same brown boots a few steps in front of him. The stranger held a cigarette between her fingers and had her arms pressed against her body. Although it was snowing lightly, it was extremely cold for an autumn day. Her look was different, probably due to the weather, with a coat with a puffed collar and puffed sleeves, once again looking like she belonged to a previous decade. The wind ruffled her hair a little and the moonlight illuminated her posture, a scene Vincent believed could have come from a movie.

All his past relationships were comfortable. Someone he knew in high school, someone he knew in college, someone who was introduced by friends or someone his friends encouraged him to talk during an outing. He didn't consider himself an introvert, but he never needed to pursue someone who was interested. Things just happened for him. It wasn't his comfort zone just to approach a stranger like that, much less at the door of his work, but something that day said it was the right thing to do.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and approached the girl asking to borrow a lighter. His sudden plan only went so far.

As soon as she turned to face him, she gave a friendly and inviting smile, taking the object out of her pocket and activating the flame in front of his face. Vincent stood still, staring into her eyes throughout the action, mesmerized by her and her sparkling brown eyes.

“Will I ever meet a lawyer who doesn’t smoke?” She asked as she extinguished the flame, placing the lighter and her free hand back in her pocket. Too cold to let it out.

His response took a few agonizing seconds, as his mind was far away and still lost in her gaze. He composed himself, running a hand through his hair and looking away.

“The day this happens, let me know. I want to be there.” Vincent laughed awkwardly, causing the girl to laugh as well. At that moment, he felt that he wanted to provoke more of this reaction, he wanted to see more of her smile and so the conversation flowed.

His first question was how she guessed he was a lawyer and not a passerby to which she replied, "You stand like a lawyer." He shared how being a lawyer was boring and tedious, but it did have its dramatic moments in court when she asked if the career was challenging like its portrait on TV. He also discovered that she was there to pay a car ticket caused by her younger brother, hence the great nervousness when he first saw her a few weeks ago.

“When my parents told me that my 20th birthday present was a baby brother, I already felt within myself that I would be the best sister in the world. That I would try to make his life as easy as possible. 18 years later, he asks to borrow my car to visit his girlfriend - which I don't hesitate to do, after all I support young love. And the little shit-head makes sure on parking in front of a fire hydrant.” The girl blew smoke to her right side, not taking her eyes off him. “Would you be my lawyer if I try to choke him?”

Vincent could only laugh at her spontaneity, easy way of talking about life and easy way of making conversation.

“Just threaten him, it will be an easier case for me to win.”

They talked about Metz and how her family decided to move to Paris when she was a teenager because they knew the city needed more beautiful people, a fact Vincent agreed with. In order not to dismiss him, in a very charming way, she praised his Parisian accent and said that such a comment did not apply to him and only God knows how Vincent felt inside after that.

The two shared their tastes, such as reading romances and watching Dix pour cent every night before bed. It was as if they knew each other much more than the 1 hour they spent together under the snow. They shared maybe two more cigarettes before realizing it was getting a little too late to chat like that on the street.

He doesn't even know how he got out of that situation alive and managed to get home with her number.

Their first date was at a local cinema on a Friday night for a re-showing of Buffet Froid, a film Anne had never seen.

He didn't remember the last time he felt butterflies in his stomach, although it was guaranteed that nothing could compare to this time. As he got ready and tried to match his best t-shirts with his beige pants (which he eventually changed out of, finding them too tacky), Vincent remained nervous thinking that she might not show up or that this would be the first and last time they would meet in this circumstance.

In the end, all the “first time” flutter went out the window when he saw her smiling and waving on the other side of the street, already with the tickets in her hand. “I'm glad you came.” She said, holding his arm as they walked through the door of the establishment.

“I wouldn't miss it.” he replied.

The two took watching films very seriously, so it was only during the ending credits, after a lot of laughter, small comments and bumping hands on the popcorn bucket, that the two kissed.

He felt the softness of her skin on his hand and her sweet scent of perfume, in addition, of course, to the hot and saccharine kiss. It was slow, serene, just as they both wanted, being able to feel each other in that moment. It was also Anne's desire to slowly run her fingers through his hair and she didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity.

After throwing their trash away, the two walked out of the cinema, now closer to each other, hand in hand. The weather wasn't as cold as when they first met and they were free to enjoy the warmth of their bodies without so many layers covering them.

“For a great 70's mind, you never having watched Buffet Froid is an insult.” He pointed at her with his free hand, wanting to tease her.

Anne rolled her eyes. Even though she liked the film, she didn't want to give a taste. “Obviously you would like action movies like that. It suits you.”

“I’ll make you like it too.” He stated, trying to imply that he wanted them to meet again, to which she responded by kissing his cheek and saying, “Next time, let's watch a romcom.”

Once, twice, three, four and a few more times, all being unusual dates. Sometimes she would call during his workday and say she would pick him up for an adventure. She drove aimlessly, just the two of them talking about their days and observing the city lights. These were Vincent's favorite “dates”, as they all ended with the two of them making out like two teenagers parked in the driveway of his apartment.

The more he got to know about her, the more he wanted to constantly be a part of her life. Anne owned a clothing store downtown, something he never tired of saying was the “most suitable job her”. On the last date they had, she took him to the closed store and put on a fashion montage for him, with improvised note cards on paper left on the counter and all. But she knew that the judge had been bought when he only gave her 10s. She also took the opportunity to get Vincent to do the same, putting him once again out of his comfort zone to find out that bell bottom jeans don't really suit him.

They even got to watch a car race - something that not even Anne had done, she had just decided that it was an experience they needed to have. They both entended up hating it, but the important thing was that the company was great.

That was one of the nights Anne slept at his house.

They ate some junk food from the fridge and watched a silly but captivating show on TV while they chatted more. When she realized she could sleep at any moment, Anne got up to brush her teeth and change her clothes, putting on her uniform for whenever she was there: a Vincent t-shirt.

Vincent found it charming how she captivated his gaze regardless of what she was doing. He loved her unique and sophisticated style, but he also loved seeing her like this, casually wearing his clothes, in his home, as if she were his. And lastly, he loved seeing her with nothing on.

Every detail of her body, her birthmarks on her shoulder and that one next to her beautiful eyes or her stretch marks on her back, everything about her seemed to have been chosen down to the millimeter. When they made love, his hands went everywhere, trying to reach as much of her as he could, to feel the warmth she exuded.

And the best way to love her was by looking into her eyes, admiring her beauty, running his lips up and down her body, being grateful for the privileged position it was to be able to love her.

Mornings were like nights, with him waking up earlier and being able, once again, to admire the woman beside her.

“You are even more beautiful in the morning.”

The two walked through the streets of Paris, both tipsy, looking for an available taxi in the dead of night. With their relationship now more established and their schedules aligned, they made it a challenge to come up with these unusual date only once a month so it wouldn't lose its fun. Today had been the day to go to the opera and due to their lack of sobriety, they didn't seem to have left anywhere other than the shabbiest bar on the corner.

The event was boring as fuck and they left halfway through to drink somewhere more enjoyable. They found an open bar showing a PSG versus Marseille match. Neither of them supported the teams or understood about football rules, but this seemed like a new opportunity for them to have another different experience that day.

One laughter after another, some passionate kisses between drinks and the two were celebrating PSG's victory at the bar with some strangers whom they befriended.

“My mother wants to meet you. My brother too. I said I might have a lawyer for the next time he's up to no good. Do you think it’s too early?”

When drunk, Anne tended to speak fast and slurred, but Vincent understood perfectly. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the tip of her nose. “I will love meeting your family.”

They never actually asked each other to go steady, but it was clear that they already belonged to each other at that point.

Vincent was on his cell phone writing a text to his mother about the shopping list for Christmas dinner and their desire to participate in decorating the tree (Anne's request to spend more time with her mother-in-law) while his girlfriend was lying on his lap reading his copy of Around the World in 80 Days (and she was loving it, for sure).

It was a lazy day for both of them at Vincent's place. A year into their relationship, the two of them loved sharing these moments together doing different activities.

“She said she misses you a lot and looks forward to seeing you on Christmas, but that you're banned from being near the kitchen when it is time to prepare desserts. Everything you touch that’s sweet ends up burning for some reason.”

Her smile, excited by her mother-in-law's affection, turned into a face indignant at the rule she imposed. "What?" She looked up from the book and pulled Vincent's hand to check if the message was real and it was. “This is so unfair!”

“Sorry, Anne, you’re just really bad at this.”

She lightly pushed his arm and pretended to be uncomfortable, although she knew it was true and wasn't really upset. Before she could return to her book, Vincent placed his cell phone on the table and began talking.

“One more thing, huh,” he cleared his throat, “I made one more space on the rack for you. I don't want certain clothes to get wrinkled in the drawer. I’ll make room in one more drawer too.”

Anne put the book aside and knelt on the sofa, facing her boyfriend. “Won’t it bother you? I already have space in my bedroom drawer, bathroom… In fact, there are a lot of my things scattered around the house. I don’t want to impose my space here.”

This was a subject that she had also been waiting to comment on for some time. By working her own hours at the store and having an employee to take her place wherever needed, Anne had a more flexible schedule than Vincent and it was easier to stay at his house, helping to keep everything on track and cooking for both of them. He would arrive just before dinner time and they could enjoy together without rushing to do the chores.

Because of this, the few clothes she wore just to sleep there became a drawer full, her makeup in the bathroom sink and her shoes near the door.

The gray-haired man hugged her around the waist, kissing her forehead and assuring her of his action. “You are not imposing anything, mon chéri. I want you to use this space. I want to have more and more of you here.”

For him, having her scent permeate the rooms was a gift wrapped in the best bow. Knowing that every day he would come home to see her welcoming smile and welcome kiss was the biggest work incentive.

“It feels like my home.” She whined.

“It’s your home. Our home.” He insisted.

In his favorite action, he cupped her face and looked warmly into her eyes, admiring her features trying to associate with what he was trying to say. They both smiled at each other realizing where the topic was going.

“Are you…”

“I want you to move in with me.”

The beautiful smile that filled his heart appeared on her face and Vincent, who was sure of her choice, but a little afraid of her accepting it, smiled too at her positive reaction.

In conclusion, he ended up needing to make more closet space for her countless boots, but he was happy that she could call the space her own (and she looks great in those boots, he would never complain about making room for them).

The snack table was almost empty and that made Anne happy. She might not be good at desserts, but her food was always praised and she almost never had leftovers when she cooked for her friends.

“This sandwich is delicious, aunt Anne!” Daniel stated, taking another one from the table and sitting on the sofa next to her. “Can I take some home?”

“Of course you can! There’s more stored in the kitchen, I’ll put it on the side for you to take.” She continued, now coming closer to whisper. “You can give Snoop a bite, I won’t tell your mom.”

“Hey, I’m watching you two!” Sandra said towards the back of the sofa, pointing at the two jokingly. She was talking to Vincent leaning against the wall in the hallway, looking anxious.

There was approximately 10 people spread throughout the room at this gathering. The couple chose to host a celebration for the launch of Sandra's new book, a dear friend of both, and tried to make room for everyone present. She was very delighted with the honor, although unaccustomed to the positive attention she was receiving.

Even though they weren't glued to each other at the party, Anne and Vincent always stopped for a moment to exchange a kiss and ask if everything was okay. He, even more so, couldn't stop admiring his girlfriend from afar. Parties like this always made him happy to be able to share the love he had for her and also show others that this was his girl.

It was around 6pm that they said their goodbyes and thanked their friends for being there. After closing the door, Anne took a deep breath and leaned against it with Vincent kissing her neck and hugging her waist.

“Had fun today?” He asked against her neck, kissing slowly until he reached her face. Hugging him back, she just nodded yes, pulling him into a longing and passionate kiss.

Vincent pressed his body against hers and tightened his grip, placing his free hand against the wall for support. Everything was going well, until Vincent suddenly stopped, as if he couldn't give in to temptation yet.

He also took a deep breath, with a shy smile as he looked at her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked, still leaning against the door and resting her hands on his shoulder.

"What?" He retorted.

“During the party, you kept looking at me like that, with those heart-eyes, that fool in love face of yours. And now you're doing it again. It seems... different.”

Vincent laughed awkwardly, as if he was unprepared to respond that quickly. “In my defense, I always look like a fool in love when I’m with you.”

Before anything else, Vincent took a red velvet box out of his pocket and opened it, showing a silver ring made especially for her. With the hand that was on her waist, he slipped into her hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Kneeling isn’t your style, nor are long speeches in front of our friends, but I can’t just leave the ring in your hand without saying anything. The day I saw you for the first time, I was intrigued. The second time, that feeling I had of needing to talk to you urgently, of not letting the opportunity pass, I think, somehow, I knew we were going to get to this moment right now. By the third time - I was already in love. Head over heels, worshiping the ground you pass, heart-eyes, whatever you want to call it. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't feel those butterflies in my stomach before seeing you, that I don't feel the eager to be by your side. If you do me the honor of marrying me, I can promise that you will have a man who wakes up in love with you every day. Forever.”

Anne's eyes were already full of tears as soon as she saw the box and she couldn't help but shed them when she heard the proposal.

The last 4 years of their lives were instinctive, passionate, in a way she never thought she would experience. All her last lovers didn't last long, they couldn't handle her personality or couldn't love her right, so she was left with no hope that it would change. But Vincent's speech was something that she not only believed, she felt. Every day, she felt his love, his affection and his care. Wave of action speaks louder than words and she trusted her man.

There was no other answer than yes.

The same word was repeated by the two of them at the registry office a few months later. The idea was never a big party, it didn't suit either of their personalities, but Anne always wanted a dress and a veil, so they were both there, in their wedding clothes just before lunch time in the registry office next to Vincent's work place.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

With that sentence, the two shared a classic wedding kiss, with Vincent holding her around the waist and Anne throwing her leg up. They could live that moment over and over again, but they needed to go out for a little celebration party with their friends before they left for their honeymoon (and Anne was more than eager to have her friends around so she could toss the bouquet).

Outside, in another snowy day, Anne reached through the car window and took a black bag from the glove compartment, handing it to her now husband.

“What is it?” He held on, swinging by the loop to feel the weight so he could find out what it could be.

“It's your wedding gift.” She cheerfully replied.

He stole one more kiss from his wife before opening the bag, already imagining what could be inside.

“It has our initials and today’s date on it,” she pointed to the bottom where the details were, “so no other girl coming out of court will need to offer you the lighter.”

Vincent took a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with his newest gift, but without inhaling, just lighting it for the sake of it.

“No one will have my love. Only you, mon chéri."

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softieekayy · 19 hours

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This was so cute! I love little family moments like these and you write so well 🩷🤩

family dinner l vincent renzi x reader

summary: your kids don't want to eat your food and vincent comes to the rescue word count: 2.6k content: female reader, no mention of skin color, hair or apparence, no use of y/n, maternity, food, kids being kids note: a short and quickly made story to thank you all for "my love mine all mine" good reception! omg 100 notes what a honor!!! from now on, word count will only increase :')

The table was set, but there were still two things left for dinner to be complete, one of which was Brigitte's food choice.

“My sweetie pie, would you rather have carrot or potato?” She asked the beautiful baby girl on her lap, pointing to the two options inside the kitchen cabinet. The baby, who had her head resting on her mother's shoulder, quickly stood up with interest in the bright colors inside the cabinet and was ready to stretch her hand to try to pull something out.

“It's too heavy for you, Brie. If you try to pick it up, you’ll drop it on the floor and make a mess for mommy to clean.” The mother warned, kinda hoping that her daughter would understand and stop reaching out to grab everything she saw in front of her, which didn't happen. Brigitte was in a pointing at everything phase and loved to knock things out, specially the ones that break.

With her eyes shining, the baby now bounced in her arms, excited as she recognized the jars in front of her as her baby food.

“Gu.” She tried to say, still pointing forward at the cabinet, but now looking at her mother, hoping she would understand what she was saying.

And she understood, just as she understood all of her daughter's almost words. “That’s it, my love. Food!" The older one repeated correctly so that Brigitte could repeat and learn. “Say it again: food. Fooood.”

But the baby was not interested in learning to talk, she was hungry and continued to push her weight towards the closet. Not wanting to take more long with it, her mother gave up and decided that Brie chose the potato flavor since that was the direction she pointed to. She placed the baby in her high chair and started to feed her.

Not long after the third spoonful, her restlessness began again and her pointing habit returned. She was completely uninterested in the spoon in front of her face and kept pointing to her brother's plate at the other side of the table.

“You can’t eat that, it’s your brother’s. Babies like you drink milk and eat baby food.” Mom said, pushing the spoon closer to her face.

But Brie wasn't caring about her food anymore. She was hungry but for the only thing she couldn’t eat: her brother’s food.

“You wanted it two minutes ago! How can you change so quickly?” Said her mom trying to laugh at the situation. The baby just kept trying to leave the high chair to crawl the table while the mom kept putting her down. “Can’t you eat at least two more spoons? For me?”

She tried to bargain, however Brie didn’t care.

“Baaaa.” Babbled the baby, in her way of saying “brother” and showing again her desire to whatever he was eating. But luckily for Brie, at that moment her mother noticed her son and how he was not eating too.

Little Vincent's plate was also full, even though she had put it down more than 10 minutes ago, right before looking for Brie’s food at the cabinet. The little boy was always the first to finish, looking forward to the rule that he could only eat dessert after cleaning his plate. Now, even with a pudding (something he loves) waiting to be devoured, he didn't want to eat the main plate.

“Vinnie, your food it’s getting cold.” She pointed out, turning towards her son to also give him attention. “Is there something wrong?”

“I do not like this.” The 4 year old said in a soft voice, almost embarrassed to speak out loud and upset his mother.

The woman, not understanding, insisted. “It’s made from cheese. You like cheese!"

“But I don’t like this one.” He pushed the plate away lightly and placed his little elbows on the table, frustrated, probably understanding that he won’t be able to eat pudding today.

“But I've never made soufflé before and you didn't touch the food. How do you know you don’t like it?”

“It looks ugly so I don’t like it.” He said pouting.

“Baby, it doesn’t look ugly!” She gave an uncomfortable laugh, not wanting to belittle her own creation, but she understood that it was paler and smaller than it really should be. “At least not that ugly.”

The front door opened before she could say something and the second thing missing from dinner appeared. Vincent entered quickly, leaving his coat and briefcase on a table next to the front door. He looked very tired and sweaty, but he kept a smile on his face for his family.

“Hello, reasons for my happiness.” That was the first thing he said as he approached the dinner table. He squeezed Brie's cheeks, gaining a smile with her little baby teeth from her and her arms thrown in his direction, asking to be picked up, which he couldn't resist to say no.

“Daddy!” Said little Vinnie, leaving the table and his sad face to hug his father's leg.

“Hey, champ.” With his free arm, Vincent got his son up too, kissing his forehead and shaking him a bit to get some giggles, putting him down again. Now for his wife, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips (gaining a “bleh” sound from their son) and sat down in front of her.

“Sorry for being late for dinner. You won’t believe the case that came to me today. I had to drive to meet a friend and… Well, I won’t talk about the details in front of the kids.”

She gave him a weak but happy smile, looking a little tired but trying not to dampen the mood. “It’s okay. We kinda just started.”

She started to put her food down on her plate, since Vincent arrived and could help her with the kids.

Already noticing there was something wrong, he continued on to a subject that might please her. “What did you do for dinner today, babe?” Even with everything on the table, he asked his wife to answer, as she loved talking about her attempts in the kitchen.

Most of the days, Vincent was the one cooking at home and she only made the most basic parts or simplest foods. Her husband has always been a handyman in the kitchen and prepared one thing tastier than another. Often, he would make some preparations on the weekend so that they could eat for the rest of the week, but as his work schedule was busy that month, his wife tried to cook something new to make his life easier.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t known for her cooking skills and that’s why Vincent took care of that part.

But after becoming a mom, she decided she wanted to cook more for her children and today’s experience was not the best.

“Soufflé au fromage. My mom called today and we talked about things I liked when I was a kid and after finding out what soufflé was, I wanted to eat it everyday, all the time. So I decided to make one for us.” Said sitting on the table again.

“Aw, that’s really sweet of you, babe. I didn’t know that.” He stretched forward to hold his wife’s hand, giving it a little squeeze. “But why do I feel there’s something wrong?”

She sighed, throwing herself back and pretending to melt on her seat. “Your kids.”

“What did my little rascals do? ‘Cause they’re only mine if they’re bad behaving.” Vincent said with a teasing smile, managing to get a grin from her too.

No matter how frustrated she could get in any type of situation, Vincent never needed to say or do much to make her forget her problems. His jokes or reassuring words always made her believe she could get out of any bad mood. That’s kind of his thing.

“I’m starting to believe they are plotting against me.”

“No, they would never plot against you without inviting me.” He jokingly said, giving her hand another squeeze and smiling at her. “Let’s start with this cute baby here. What’s the problem?”

“She forgot her teeths are still little and wants to eat the soufflé she can’t have.”

Vincent started to shake his leg up and down to bounce the baby, who began to giggle happily.

“That’s always a thing with her, huh? But that’s the secret. She always wants something she can’t have.” He proceeded to reach for the baby food in her seat and put it in front of them on the table. He filled the spoon the most he could and pretended to eat, opening his mouth and passing the spoon right next to his cheek. “So good. Let me get more.”

It didn't take long for this to attract the little girl's attention and she began to pull her father's arm, interested in what he was doing.

One spoonful after another, Brie was completely interested in finishing her meal and Vincent placed her back in her baby seat to move on to the other question.

“You make it seem so easy.” Said his wife in disbelief, still shocked with his efficiency to solve the problem.

“You deal with worse situations than this all day. That’s nothing.”

With their one year old in diapers and their four year old potty training, he could only imagine how her day went being a stay home mom.

At this point, Vincent got up from his chair and went in direction to his son, picking him up from his seat and showering him with kisses. “What about this young gentleman here? Huh?”

“I’m innocent.” Said Vinnie making one of his cutest faces to appeal to his father, who just laughed along.

“That’s something a bad guy would say.” Replied the lawyer.

Brie was a very predictable girl. She is curious, likes to investigate the house and poke at everything in front of her, so assuming that she would want something "forbidden" was easy. Vinnie was a different story. When he puts his foot down, he won't change for anything. He also knows his parents are light hearted and usually goes along with his wishes.

“He also refuses to eat.”

“But I don’t like it!” Vinnie stated with a sullen face.

“Have you tried?” Vincent asked his son, to which Vinnie replied shaking his head no. “Then you don’t know what you’re missing! Soufflés are actually very good, especially the type your mom made. You’ll never know if you don’t try it.”

“Then I’ll never know.” The little boy shrugged.

Mrs. Renzi couldn’t resist but burst into a laugh, not believing what the 4 year old was saying. “He got your sharp tone.” Said pointing to Vincent, who provoked her by sticking out his tongue.

Vincent took the spoon and tried to feed the kid too, earning grunts and "no's" from him. “You’re growing and you need to eat to be big and strong! Just like your dad.”

“Can’t I just eat beef? I like beef. I don’t want to like anything else.”

This case was lost and the only thing he could do was accept it. Vincent looked at his wife, who just shrugged, satisfied that at least they got 1-2.

“It’s okay, we won’t insist anymore. But mommy worked hard to prepare this meal, be grateful for her efforts.”

Vincent released the child, who ran towards his mother and apologized for his behavior, promising he wouldn't do it again. “Sorry again, mommy.”

“It’s okay, my baby. I’m not mad.”

She made a move to get up, with the idea that she would make the steak for her son, but Vincent put her down, kissing her forehead and assuring her that he would take care of it.

“Let me do it. You need to relax a bit. Finish your food.”

Once again, she picked up her fork and now could finally eat.

After the difficult dinner, the Renzi family sat in the living room to finally enjoy dessert. Lucky for them, the pudding had come straight from the market and the woman had no involvement in its preparation.

For family time, they watched Frédéric Anton scolding the Masterchef chefs for their mistakes. A very educational program for them.

“It was terrible, wasn’t it?” She asked Vincent as soon as he sat down, kinda already knowing the answer. Vincent took a little more to eat since he had to prepare a different dish for his son and at that point, his wife was already cleaning Brie in the bathroom, so she couldn’t see his face eating the food first hand.

He wrapped his arm around his wife, shaking his head. “It’s not terrible. I would never use that world.”

“Then you love it?”

“Love, love…” He looked away with a small smile on his face, a little unsure of what to say. “Love I only have for you.”

Rubbing herself a little closer to Vincent's embrace, she felt the response was enough. “Good answer. I’ll let it slide.”

The two were finally having a moment together (with Brie off to the side drinking a milk bottle and Vinnie distracted by the television and the pudding, sitting on the floor). Vincent kissed her cheek and then her mouth, hugging her body against his and finally enjoying the warmth of her body. She also couldn't resist his touch and her body was completely relaxed, feeling light and untroubled to be next to him.

But they had children, so it couldn’t last long, of course.

“Mommy, I want to eat that.” Vinnie pointed to the television that was showing this week’s challenge, which was a carbonara dish made from scratch. He jumped up and down, excited “Mommy, can we eat this pasta tomorrow? Please, please, please!”

“I bet your dad knows how to do it.” She replied to take away her responsibility for this work. “How about asking daddy to prepare it? Tomorrow is his day off, he will have time to cook this for us.”

“We can prepare together, like the chefs on television. Look!” He pointed once again to the TV and ran to the sofa, jumping between his parents. “It'll be fine, won't it? If we do it together…”

It was his way to say again that he was sorry for not liking her food and how he had hope for her cooking skills. She felt relieved and really loved, with Vincent by her side also giving her support. There was no plot against her, after all.

“Sorry again, mommy. I like your food sometimes.”

“I can sleep with that.” Said jokingly. “Okay, we’ll do it.”

Little Vincent offered her a well accepted hug, followed by big Vincent joining too. She already anticipated that it would not go right on her part and carbonara would turn into carburnara, but to have her children and husband next to her, believing she could do it, she felt like she could make a thousand mistakes, ‘cause they would still be there waiting for another try.

“I can't wait to try this dish.” Vincent said out loud.

“No, daddy. I said I want to eat so it's just for me. You’ll only help because you’re an adult. Stated the young boy.

“You won’t give me even a small, small piece?” Vincent asked, pretending disbelief.

“No!” Vinnie said laughing and running across the sofa to get to Brigitte, now on his mother's lap. “Maybe I'll share it with Brie because she's cute. But only with her.”

Vincent, offended by his son's selfishness, started tickling him and his wife took the opportunity to tickle Brie too, leaving the room filled with laughter.

Food really brought people together. Especially the Renzi family.

#swann arlaud #swann arlaud x reader #vincent renzi x reader #kay’s recs

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softieekayy · 20 hours

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just watched crimson peak and i can’t stop thinking about sir thomas sharpe… fuck it, i could fix him

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Grief is such a strange thing. It’ll be six years this year since my dad passed away and I’ve been doing decently well. But sometimes it just hits yk. My kids will never know him as grandpa but rather my step dad and I’ve nearly lived longer without him than I have with him. I miss him. He wasn’t the best but he was my dad.

#tw grief #daddy issues #death of a loved one

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softieekayy · 1 day

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I miss zemo fics, plz bring them back

I need more :(

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softieekayy · 2 days

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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??

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i had the craziest dream

Pairing: Avenger!Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Inspired by: The song "I Had the Craziest Dream" by Doris Day

Summary: You've been getting strange dreams involving Loki lately that confuse you, and it doesn't help that he's started behaving just as strangely around you.

Warnings: Lots of food mentions (like half of the scenes involve food in some capacity for some reason, idek why)

Author's Note: Repost from my old Tumblr account!

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Contrary to the majority of your team, you originally saw no reason to be completely hostile towards Loki when he joined your team. He was already being punished by being forced to work with you all as an Avenger, so there was no need to antagonize him further. If you and he ended up reading in the library at the same time, you wouldn't insult him, tell him to leave, or even leave yourself to get away from him. Instead, you'd simply give him a nod and go back to your book. On missions, you would protect him if he left himself open to attacks and trust his instincts if he shouted for you to do something in an emergency. Even in the mornings when you crossed paths with him in the kitchen, you'd offer to make him tea or coffee, the same way you'd offer the same for the rest of the team.

And it seemed to you like he returned the decency and respect of your space. When he saw you reaching for a book on a higher shelf, he'd get it for you wordlessly and continue on reading. He never betrayed you or endangered you on missions. A few times, he even accepted your offer of a drink and made casual conversation. You truly thought that he had no ill will towards you.

That is, until you started getting the dreams. Those damn dreams. Maybe he'd gotten bored and wanted to get back to the mischief he revelled in in his younger years according to the stories Thor told, and this time he decided his subject would be you. Really, that was the only explanation you had for why this started.

The first happened after a long evening staying up to train. You'd been restless that whole week, just trying to find something to do with yourself, but you had a tendency to go off the deep end as much as any of your colleagues. Bruce had had to drag you from the gym to your room, imploring you to rest, and it was only due to the fact that he had a gentle disposition that you obliged him and went to sleep.

The dark green sheets on the bed beneath you combined with the leather armor on stands around you signified that you were in his bedroom. You sat between his legs with one of his arms around your waist, his fingers dancing with the hem of your shirt with the cool fingertips grazing against your warm skin occasionally. In his other hand was the book he was reading aloud from in front of the both of you so that you could read for the female characters' lines. The cadence of his voice as he read persuaded you to relax against him, resting your head back on his shoulder. Your own hands were tracing his forearms, and you took in the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with his movements with rapt attention.

"'No, not a whit,'" he purred against your ear. "'I find you passing gentle. 'Twas told me you were rough, and coy, and sullen, and now I find report a very liar. For thou art pleasant, gamesome, passing courteous, but slow in speech, yet sweet as springtime flowers.'"

Closing your eyes, you lost track of where he was until silence lingered for a few moments too long and you realized you were meant to say the next line. "Oh," you murmured softly, reluctant to break the silence that followed his reading. "Sorry, Loki."

"I find no offense with a lady as lovely as you being charmed by my voice," he replied easily, putting the book down on the bed beside the two of you. "I was once famed for my silver tongue, you know."

"Hm, I wonder if the talents of your tongue only apply to your ability to read Shakespeare."

He lifted your chin and turned your head back slightly so that you would face him more easily. "Would you like a personal demonstration of what my tongue can do?"

His lips were less than an inch away from yours when your eyes snapped open in the morning. Even though you knew it was a dream, you swore you could still feel his touch on your skin, his eyes devouring you, his breath just barely grazing your face. You took a few good deep breaths to try to calm your racing heart, but it just wouldn't stop pounding away in your rib cage.

It didn't help that when you walked into the kitchen after getting into your gear, Loki was already in the kitchen, sipping his tea with a book in hand. Your thoughts kept lingering back to the dream and the way it felt to be in his hold.

He looked up at your arrival, and you almost halted when pierced by his green eyes. You had to force yourself to keep walking to the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup of something to wake up. Shock you back to reality.

"Sleep well?" he asked. Your eyes dropped to his mouth at the words.

Swallowing down some coffee, you nodded. "Uh-huh." To your own ears your voice sounded too high to be convincing, but Loki seemed to take it in stride, returning to his book. "How did you sleep?"

"For the most part, rather well, but I was roused in the middle of the night once." His eyes darted briefly to you as he turned the page of his book, and the barest hint of a smile curved his mouth.

A smile, or a smirk? You couldn't decide, but it followed you throughout the rest of the day. As you finished your coffee and he gave his full attention to the book, during training despite Loki not being in the gym at the time, and most especially in the library, where you sat in your usual spot with a book and Loki sat right across from you.

"I think you'd do well with something by Shakespeare next," he commented quietly when you finished your novel sooner than you expected. "He is a rather skillful writer, I've discovered."

Though you gave a smile and promised you'd think about his suggestion, you planned on booking (no pun intended) your way out of the library right after putting the novel back.

The second dream happened the night after the first, and you wondered if it were due to your worrying about the first all day long. Maybe if you had put it out of your head, your subconscious wouldn't be dragged back to it.

Cool breezes pushed your hair out of your face as you took a sip of the strawberry lemonade in your hand. He sat next to you on the blanket, eating a spring salad. The sun didn't bear down on the two of you due to the large tree protecting you.

"It's nice out here," you said, and you turned your head to find him nodding and smiling serenely.

He swallowed the food in his mouth before replying, "Yes, I have to admit that Stark keeps a good garden. Nothing like the royal garden we had on Asgard, of course, but..."

"Nothing is like Asgard," you finished.

He picked up his own drink and focused his gaze on it intently. "It could as well be said that there are things on Midgard which no other planet shares."

His light tone interested you, and you smiled before knocking your shoulder against his. "Things?"

"People. You in particular." He leaned in to press his lips to your forehead affectionately, and he said against your skin, "I already find it hard to believe that I was lucky enough to find someone like you, so I can't comprehend the idea of anyone just like you anywhere else."

"Well, you're not exactly like any of the men I've ever known," you admitted, cupping his face. You dragged your fingers lightly over his cheek and jaw. "No one could be this charming, this intelligent, this gentle, and yet... as mischievous and conflicted."

He lowered his head, and before you knew what you were doing, you plucked a blueberry from the bowl of fruit between the two of you and pressed it to his mouth before he could kiss you, chuckling at the confused expression on his face. He ate the berry anyway, his lips grazing your fingertips.

"Would you like a strawberry next?"

"I'd prefer a taste of you."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" you joked, sitting up straighter.

And yet again, you awoke with a start, almost shooting up from the bed. Instead of trying to lay back down or calm down, you sat up and held your head in your hands. Why? Why were you having these strange dreams? Loki wasn't... you didn't think of him that way. You couldn't possibly after what he did to New York and the people he'd hurt, including other members of your team.

You didn't change out of your pajamas as you trudged over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. Stretching to relieve some of the ache in your muscles, you yawned. Thankfully, you'd woken up at a time that no one else - including a certain dark-haired god - was around. So, you were free to enjoy the warm cup of coffee in your hands by yourself as you tried to understand the tricks your mind was playing on you by night.

Tricks. Was your mind doing that, or...?

"Good morning, (Y/n)!" You nearly spilled your coffee on yourself at Thor's booming voice, but lucky enough only a few drops trickled over onto the table. Looking up, you found him wearing more casual attire than his armor, as he often did on days without training sessions scheduled. He opened the refrigerator to start making breakfast. After staying at the Tower for a while, he'd gotten the hang of cooking for himself and even found some joy in it - as long as the fridge was stocked. "Did you have trouble sleeping last night? I hope you weren't plagued by nightmares."

After getting up to get a paper towel, you gave him a strained smile and shook your head. "Not nightmares... I mean, my dream was just very confusing. Say, Thor?"

"Yes?"

"If anyone knows Loki best, it would be you, right?"

He winced at the question as he scrambled some eggs in a bowl. "When it comes to Loki, I daresay even the person who knows him best would not know him well enough. He's changing here, certainly, and I think it's for the better, but... I cannot claim to know what is in his heart or mind unless he himself shows it. Even then..." Shaking his head, he looked back at you and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was wondering, about his powers. He's a trickster, right? And he hasn't played any pranks on anyone while he's been here so far."

"I wouldn't go so far as to say that," Thor chuckled. "I always was his favorite target, but he's no worse towards me than he was when we were children, so I don't say anything. Did he do something to you, though? If he crossed a line—"

There was a hint of anger in his voice at the implication; that if Loki hurt you or went too far, this sort of community service Odin assigned him to do would be turned into an actual prison sentence. Those were the original terms the Avengers had agreed to before Loki joined, after all.

"No," you quickly assured Thor. You didn't know for sure if Loki had given you these dreams, so you didn't want to accuse him. It's just that you were confused and wanted answers. "I wanted to know, is he able to influence others' dreams? And do you think he would?"

He gave it some thought as he cooked his food, his brow furrowed. "I don't doubt that he has that ability, but I don't think— sorry, I suppose it's more correct to say that I hope he wouldn't do that to someone without their knowledge or permission. Just to have a bit of fun? No. He should understand that dreams are very intimate."

"Hm," was all you managed. A short hum as you finished off your coffee.

He brought over the pan and a plate to the table where you were sitting. "Would you like some eggs? I think I made a little too much for myself."

Knowing that Thor knew exactly how much to make for himself since he was already used to cooking, you accepted. Your questions and the tired, confused state of you must have made him concerned. "Thank you. Especially for answering my questions."

"May I ask something?" Thor questioned as he sat beside you with his own plate of food. When you nodded, he asked, "What brought this on?"

Maybe you should have expected that that would be what he'd ask. "It's like I said. My dreams have just been very confusing these past couple of nights. Nothing scary or harmful, just strange."

"And they involve my brother?"

Reluctantly, you nodded. "Don't tell him. I don't think he's done anything - what you've said has more than confirmed that."

He nodded, taking a swig of his drink. "Well, dreams are often stranger than anything we could ever imagine in our waking minds. As long as you're not upset by them, I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

When the two of you finished eating, you parted ways and carried on with the rest of your daily routine like normal. Except, of course, when it came time for your reading. Loki was sure to be in the library, and you couldn't possibly face him again after the last two dreams.

You cursed under your breath when you found him sitting in the only other place you would settle down if you were too tired or injured to walk all the way to the library - on a couch in the corner of the living room. He himself wasn't reading, rather he was eating a bowl of something while he gazed out the nearest window. Steve and a few of the others were also in the room, sitting on the seats in the center of the room, in front of the television.

"Good afternoon," Loki said when you entered, offering for you to sit next to him.

It would have been odd for you to refuse, so you took the seat. "Afternoon, Loki. No book today?"

"Well, I figured I'd rather have a snack for now." He picked one of the fruits in the bowl and held it out to you. "Strawberry?"

Your eyes widened at the offer. Okay, he had to know about your dreams, didn't he? At the very least, he knew, and at most, he was the cause of them. Damn him. What game was he playing at? Whatever it was, you didn't want to be a part of it.

Shaking your head, you got up and remarked, "Oh, I just remembered I have to go finish up editing files on... Thomas Gideon."

"Who?"

"That's why I have to work on the files. See you later."

You didn't leave him any room to ask other questions as you scrambled to get away, to get back to your bedroom. If you didn't know that someone would drag you back to bed eventually, you would have pushed yourself to stay up that night in the gym or hiding out somewhere you wouldn't run into Loki again. But things being what they were, you settled down in bed again when night fell, hoping against hope that you wouldn't have another repeat for the third night in a row.

Evidently, it was too much to hope for.

The two of you were in one of the Tower elevators this time. He wore a tailored all-black suit that fit him too well for your blood pressure, and you wore a rather nice dark green cocktail dress.

"Did you have fun tonight, Loki?" you asked nonchalantly, staring at the floor number counter at the top of the elevator.

With a short hum, he replied, "I suppose Stark's party was enjoyable, but I would have had more fun if I'd spent more time with you."

"Oh, really?"

"It is always preferable to socialize with one's... friend than without."

You raised an eyebrow. "Just a friend? You can make new friends at parties. Though I hope you don't flirt with and kiss all—"

As he faced you, Loki gently took hold of your waist and turned you to him as well. You swallowed thickly at his proximity, stepping back until he pressed you against the wall of the elevator.

"Do you truly need convincing that you're the only one I care for in this way?" he said under his breath.

Your eyes darted to his mouth, but you held off from pulling him to you. "Only when you downplay that care."

He pensively curled a strand of your hair around his finger. "Would you prefer I call you lover?"

"Loki, yes," you sighed, half out of exhaustion from the long evening and half out of anticipation for whatever move he would make next. His eyes fell closed, and you followed suit as he—

You groaned in frustration when you woke up, not knowing if you were frustrated just because you'd had another one of those dreams again or if it was because you were getting tired of almost kissing Loki but never getting to. Wait a second.

Forcing yourself to sit up and get out of bed, you tried to rationalize why you'd think that. It had to be those damn dreams. Yeah, that was it. You just had Loki on the brain, and the more you thought about him, the more he seemed... attractive, you supposed. Not that you could say he wasn't attractive whether or not you thought so - those silky black locks, bright green eyes, and his lean body would all beg to differ, let alone the millions of girls who, despite his attack on New York, fangirled over the man. Sure, he looked good, and his voice sounded like heaven, and maybe you enjoyed the quiet moments the two of you shared. He was simply good company. And so what if there were a few missions where he'd thrown himself over you to protect you and you couldn't stop your heart from racing until he'd finally pulled away? That was just the heat of battle. And maybe you really did want to kiss Loki. Maybe you wanted to be held by him, for him to call you his lover. Maybe you wanted all that and more. It didn't mean anything!

With a sigh as you got dressed, you admitted to yourself reluctantly that it unfortunately did mean something. But you couldn't, wouldn't ever tell Loki that. If he had anything to do with the dreams, he was just playing with you and your feelings, and you wouldn't be able to trust him knowing how you felt.

You mentally cursed when you walked into the kitchen and saw Loki standing beside the coffee maker holding not only his usual mug but yours as well. By the steely determination in his eyes, you knew that you weren't going to get out of this the way you had before.

"(Y/n)," he greeted you with a smile, holding out your cup. "I can't help but feel like I did something to wrong you yesterday. After you fled to go take care of files, Thor had a few questions to ask me concerning you."

Great job not telling him, Thor, you sarcastically thought. As you took your drink, you said, "Oh, really?"

"Yes. If something is weighing on your mind, I may be able to help you parse through it."

And still, you had to ask yourself what game he was playing here. Why would he ask you what was wrong? If he was causing the dreams, why not come clean? Maybe he was just waiting for you to notice what was up.

"Well," you said slowly, putting your cup down on the counter, "I had the craziest dream last night—"

He hooked a finger under your chin and brought your focus up to his visage. His expression was unreadable, brow smooth and jaw set. The only thing you could focus on were his eyes and the way they glittered as he examined you in turn. When he took a deep breath, though, you sensed an inkling of hesitation, of worry.

And he confirmed your suspicions. "I know." He must have seen panic in your expression or sensed the way your shoulders tensed. "But it's not what you think, I promise you."

"Explain what it is, because I swear, Loki, if you—"

"Did you know that you talk in your sleep?" You stopped short at his question, your cheeks heating up at the implication, at the things he could have heard. But he was kind enough to not let you speculate the worst. "You summoned me the other night. Mumbled something about Shakespeare. Then you called me again the next night and asked about strawberries. And then last night, the way you sighed my name..." His gaze lowered briefly before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "It makes one's mind wander. Makes one's heart skip a beat. So, if there's a chance that these dreams are more than an overactive imagination—"

You were tired of waiting for Loki to lean in towards you half a second before you woke up, so you grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down to press your lips to his tenderly. Just in case this, too, was a dream, despite your absolute certainty that it wasn't. As if he knew exactly what you'd been literally dreaming about, he pulled you to him and kissed you back deeply. The way he passionately explored your mouth felt even better than anything you could have ever dreamt in those previous few nights. When you carded your fingers through his hair, it felt softer than you would have thought (and far less greasy than Tony frequently joked it was).

When he broke the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, you whispered, "Please tell me I'm still awake."

A chuckle rumbled in his chest, and he brought a hand up to caress your face. "What's the saying - would you like me to pinch you to make sure?"

"Maybe another kiss will do instead?" you suggested despite still needing to catch your breath from the last one.

"Can't hurt to try," he said before capturing your lips again.

if you liked this, please reblog! have a nice day!

#stoopppppp #a dream about Loki would have me acting the same way frfr #kay’s recs

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softieekayy · 3 days

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one thing about me is i’m gonna rewatch the walking dead even i have loads of other shows i’m meant to be watching

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softieekayy · 4 days

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LOKI MASTERLIST

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✧ Moments of Magic ☆

Summary: You bring Loki two gifts to mark his birthday. One a magical object and the other your heart

✧ 14 Hours to Cape Town (18+)☆

Summary: When the rest of the Avengers are sent on a mission to Cape Town, you're forced to stay behind to recover from a previous mission while Loki isn't trusted enough to go along. How will you cope with being made to stay in the compound with the man you're in love with when he seemingly wants nothing to do with you?

✧ Warming Him (18+) ☆

Summary: Loki makes you warm him

✧ Stay Here One More Time

Summary: On the anniversary of the Battle of New York, Loki discovers he has someone on his side

✧ Don't Go Tonight

Summary: While on a mission fighting against HYDRA you do the one thing you’re not supposed to do and get distracted. The price you pay is a high one.

✧ Do I Haunt Your Mind? ☆

Summary: You finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to Loki, but it goes badly wrong

✧ Little Green Dress (18+)

Summary: You try, and spectacularly fail, to tease the god of mischief.

✧ I Want To Make You Feel Wanted (18+)

Summary: On a mission you get the opportunity to kill the HYDRA agent responsible for torturing you, but, misreading the situation, Loki kills him before you get the chance. And now you want to kill him

✧ "My Pet." (18+)

Summary: Tony’s Christmas party gets a little steamier than you had imagined

✧ Tiny Blessings

Summary: Growing up within the royal palace of Asgard, you learned magic alongside Loki and his mother Frigga. After Frigga's death, you find a way into the dungeons to comfort her broken son

✧ Paper Trail

Summary: Loki organises a romantic treasure hunt for you

✧ Back In Your Arms

Summary: Loki arrives back at the compound, and back in your arms, after the battle with Thanos

✧ Illicit Affairs (18+)

Summary: A marriage built on nothing but childhood infatuation was always bound to fall apart. The love you once thought you had for Thor has dwindled to nothing but indifference. He doesn't know the things you crave and makes no effort to find out, so you turn to the one person who will fulfill all your filthy desires: his brother.

✧ One More Week (18+)

Summary: When Loki makes a request of you in bed, how can you possibly deny him?

✧ Burned (18+)

Prompts: “Do I look like I’m messing around? Do I look like I won’t punish you?” ||"Fucking is a reward, but you haven’t been good.” || "Be a good girl

✧ In The Quiet Of The Morning (18+)

Prompt: Soft morning sex with Loki

✧ For All To See (18+)

Summary: You, Loki, and a floor-to-ceiling window. What of it?

✧ Between His Thighs (18+)

Summary: Loki makes you warm him. Again.

✧ Emerald Lace (18+) ☆

Summary: Your first time wearing lingerie for Loki has you nervous, but your god is quick to show you how much he adores you.

✧ Underneath The Willow Tree (18+)

Summary: A spring afternoon in the gardens with your husband is just another occasion for debauchery in his eyes

✧ Victory Prize (18+)

Summary: Loki arrives home from a mission eager to celebrate its success

✧ Atonement (18+)

Summary: Loki disobeyed you and touched himself without permission. Now, he must suffer the consequences

✧ To Those Who Wait (18+)

Summary: Loki has denied you for one whole week, but just when the week is up, he's asked to accompany Thor and Nat on a mission. Frustration follows

✧ Teasing the Dragon (18+)

Summary: What could go wrong when you tease Loki about his stamina?

✧ Even Gods Get Sick

Summary: You care for your love when he gets a sudden summer cold

✧ Call You Mine (18+)

Summary: It's your third anniversary with the love of your life, and Tony has given you a very thoughtful gift

✧ For The First Time (18+)

Summary: It's been a long build up, but you finally sleep with Loki for the first time

TWO PARTERS

✧ When You Play With Fire (18+)

Summary: When Loki doesn’t accompany you to Scott’s birthday celebration, you think you have the upper hand by leaving him to stew in his own desire. You should have known better than to play with fire.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ Dancing With The Devil (18+)

Summary: You’ve burned for him for centuries, but you know he sees you as nothing more than a prize to claim. Still, you play his game of teasing and innuendo, but never give in to how badly you crave him. That is until an innocent smell of a flower on Midsummer leaves you with no other choice.

PART ONE

PART TWO

✧ On The Throne (18+)

Summary: Yet again Loki has allowed a security council meeting to run late. You decide that, this time, you’ll go and help hurry it alone

PART ONE

PART TWO

DRABBLES

✧ Don't Move, Darling (18+)

Prompt: "Move an inch and you won't be coming tonight."

✧ Purple And Red (18+)

Prompt: "I won't apologise for marking you up, everyone should know you're taken."

✧ Against The Glass (18+)

Prompt: "I want everyone to see how good you take it."

✧ Make You Sing (18+)

✧ Eyes Open (18+)

Prompt: "Keep your eyes open."

✧ Consequences (18+)

Summary: Loki gave you one simple order when leaving the palace and now you have to face the consequences of failing to follow it

✧ Worship You (18+)

Summary: Yours is the only altar Loki will ever worship at

✧ The Black Suit (18+)

Summary: Loki's black suits makes you late for a party

✧ I Love You

Summary: Loki tells you he loves you for the first time

✧ Yours (18+)

Summary: Loki discovers how much you love when he leaves his mark on you

✧ A Welcome Distraction (18+)

Summary: Loki can't keep his hands off you while you're supposed to be working

✧ Little Noises (18+)

Summary: You try something new to get Loki off

✧ Adore You (18+)

Summary: While worshipping Loki, you discover something new about your lovers likes

✧ Good Boy (18+)

Summary: Loki loves to be praised

BLURBS

✧ Loki with an overstimulation kink

✧ How would Loki love us?

✧ Loki praising us

✧ President Loki

✧ Sub!Loki

✧ "You'll take what I give you."

✧ Waking up next to Loki

✧ Library drabble

✧ Holding Him

✧ Aftercare

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MEET CUTE MEET CUTE

tbh I just wanted them to be really blush and giggly and awkward. Your feedback means the world to me 🩷🩷

Sweet treat

Vincent Renzi x reader

Word count: 1.8k

A/n: the dialogue is italicized because my French isn’t good enough (yet) to right proper dialogue.

Moments like these were precious to Vincent. These quiet serene moments where the only sound was the chirping of birds and the soft, mellow music in the background that accompanied it. He liked to light a cigarette, lean into his chair as he sat on his small balcony, looking out to the sky and the street below him.

However what captured his attention more was the cute little baker from across from him.

Vincent noticed that she often started her day early, rushing into the store as if her pants were on fire, hair unkempt and a cigarette dangling from her lips as the long winter coat protected her from the harsh wind. Vincent often donned a smile seeing her. He saw himself in her. The way the hair was messy and the cigarette, she was just another version of him. One that he so desperately wanted to know.

He watched her now, eyes squinting slightly as the silver haired man waited for his mystery woman to arrive. She was late today but Vincent swore up and down that he wasn’t stalking her. No, he’d never do that. He’d just familiarized himself with her routine. It wasn’t much different from his own. Up at such ungodly hours doing lord knows what.

This time though, she felt him watching. The clearly disheveled woman could feel eyes on her a couple months ago yet she chose to ignore it. Until she caught a glimpse of possibly the most beautiful man she’d ever seen. The young woman let a small smile graced her lips as he looked up at him, eyes squinting from the sun that decided to peek out today. He wasn’t looking at her then, no. He was looking ahead, not even in her direction. Deciding that she was running late already, the woman headed into the shop, quite unaware of Vincent’s watchful eyes.

Days went by yet neither of them made any moves. (Y/n) watched him occasionally, admiring the way his silver hair fell over his forehead. He looked like a cat. A very beautiful cat. She wanted to know the man yet she couldn’t exactly match up to him and ask questions. Her nose crinkled at the thought of being so invasive. Vincent, ever the recluse, watched her from his balcony, a cigarette in his mouth. He wanted to introduce himself to her and get to know her, possibly at dinner but he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“Watching him again?” A voice, Helene’s voice, interrupted the young woman from her thoughts. She turned her head slightly to look at the older woman standing in front of her, a teasing smile on her face and arms crossed.

(Y/n) scoffed. “No, I’m just… admiring the weather.” Her voice held uncertainty. Helene laughed, the young woman couldn’t lie to save a life.

“Mhm, because the weather is stunning today.” It wasn’t. The weather was horrible, not a peak of sunshine. It was just strong wind and clouds looking like they’re about to bless the ground with snow.

“Yeah. I can’t wait for the inevitable snow storm we’ll have.” The younger woman replied sarcastically, throwing her hair over her shoulder. She’d done it nicely today, two braids on both sides.

Helene looked up at the man, his name still unknown to both of them.

“He is quite beautiful.” She sighed, taking in Vincent’s form and earning herself a jab in the rib from her coworker.

“Come. Stop being distracted, we have work to do.” (Y/n) tells her, pulling the older woman in by her arm, leaving Vincent unbeknownst to their conversation.

The older man retreated into his apartment, it wasn’t a very small one. It was nice, well, nice enough for him. Two bedrooms, one used as an office while the other one looked like it had barely been slept in. He rubbed his eyes, trying to drive away the tiredness that seeped through his bones and into his head. Vincent looked over to the pile of files he had to sort through, sighing, he went over to brew himself a nice, warm cup of coffee.

“Fuck.” Vincent muttered, seeing the sputtering of the old machine. He sighed, rubbing his forehead in agitation. He knew he should’ve replaced the damn machine months ago but he didn’t. And now he’s seeing the fruit of his labour. Maybe today was his lucky day. Maybe he’d get to talk to the cute owner of the coffee shop. The older man exhaled deeply, pulling on a black sweater, one of his nicer ones along with a black trench coat.

The weather didn’t seem to be letting up soon and he wasn’t fond of freezing.

Vincent made his way down the stairs of his apartment, walking across the street and towards the shop. He stopped for a minute, breathing deeply, he didn’t want to come across as a stalker and he sincerely hoped that the cute girl didn’t notice his obvious staring. He pulled the door open, walking into the shop, surprised to see it busy.

“Oh my god.” Helene whispered, her jaw dropping as she noticed the silver haired man walk in. She nudges the younger woman beside her.

“What?” (Y/n) asked her, not in the mood to listen to another one of Helene’s rants on the cute guy that just walked in. (Y/n) stood up from where she was crouching and turned to look in Helene’s line of direction, only for her jaw to drop as well. The man that she had been admiring for the past few weeks was even more beautiful up close. His hair fell so perfectly over his forehead and the sweater he wore just did something for him. Not that he wasn’t perfect already.

Vincent looked at her, eyes crinkling as a small smile donned his lips as he made his way up to the counter.

“Hello.” Vincent greeted her politely, hands stuffed into his coat pockets. God she was even more beautiful up close. Big doe eyes looking up at him from behind the counter making him forget why he was here in the first place.

“Oh hello! Welcome to Café of Curiosity! How can I help you today?” The young woman chirped happily, looking at Vincent. Well, she wasn’t really looking, she was admiring him. Vincent lost his train of thoughts for a small second. He wanted to hear her voice for the rest of his life.

“Café of Curiosity?” He asked.

“Mhm. It’s because there’s many coffee flavors that intrigue curiosity that we offer!” Helene chirps in and both of them turn to look at her. (Y/n) shooting her a sharp glare while the older man just looks at her and nods before turning his attention to the woman before him.

“Right then. I’ll just get a plain black coffee and a croissant, please.” Vincent tells the young woman in front of him, nodding at his choices.

“Going for the basics?” She asks, not looking up at him from the screen. Vincent hums in answer.

“Right… May I grab a name for the order?” She asks him kindly, offering him a sugary sweet smile.

“Oh I’m sorry! It’s Vincent.” (Y/n) laughed at his expression, a deer in headlights. Vincent felt warmth rush up to his neck and into his cheeks, no doubt looking like a beetroot. He’s sure he’s embarrassed himself and ruined all his chances while the woman opposite him thought that he was endearing and charming, in an awkward way. She nodded and gestured for him to wait by the other side of the counter.

“He’s cute, no?” Helene nudged the younger girl who only smiled. Helene knew though, she always knew. She looked up at the man, Vincent, who was looking at her co-worker and smiled.

“Well, I’m not handing him his order.” Helene exclaimed, moving to greet the person at the counter.

“What why?!” (Y/n) asked, eyebrows furrowed together and a small pout on her lips.

“Because, my dear, I doubt I’m the one he’s here to see.” Helene winked, pushing the younger girl forward gently. Vincent smiled awkwardly, fiddling with his phone, opening the photos app and settings, trying to look like he was doing something other than staring.

“Vincent!” She called out, capturing his attention. The said man looked up at her, smiling. He seemed to be doing a lot of that near her. He went up to the counter to grab his drink and croissant, hands briefly touching.

“Oh, thank you!” He responded, grabbing his coffee off the counter. The younger woman nodded her head in response. Having nothing else to say, he awkwardly turned around and left, cursing himself for not saying more. Inside the café, (Y/n) was doing the same, shaking her head in disapproval at her stupidity for not saying anything.

“You know, he’s still outside.” Helene pointed out, seeing the mop of silver waiting for the light to turn green. (Y/n) looked at her before smirking, she grabbed a tiramisu, tossing it in a box before running out.

“Vincent!” The young woman yelled out, waving her hand for him to pause, and he did. Vincent halted in his tracks, waiting for the woman to catch up.

“You forgot this.” She panted out, one hand holding the box out to him while the other was on her knee, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh… I didn’t order this.” He told her, trying to turn it down, thinking that she had mistaken him for someone else.

“Think of it as a treat! From me to you.” She told him, shoving the box in his hands and bolting before he had a chance to say anything else. The older man huffed out a small laugh at their interaction and made his way home, not thinking much of it. On his short walk home, he couldn’t get the sound of her voice out of his head.

Vincent Renzi was utterly enamoured by this siren of a woman.

He set the box down, opening it up only to see something that surprised him. Inside the box was the woman’s phone number and name.

“Call me… or not.” He whispered out loud, laughing a bit. He hadn’t even known her properly yet she was already weaseling her way into his heart. He saved the number in his phone, not quite ready to shoot her a text yet.

This had to be the best day possible for him. All because he forgot to replace his stupid coffee maker.

Deciding that the weather wasn’t going to change its mind anytime soon, Vincent decided to drink and work outside, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Only to see that she was waiting for him, in the window of her café, waving at him shyly before signaling her hand into a phone. Vincent nodded, truly intending to know the woman more, hopefully over a nice dinner and a glass of wine. She smiled before turning on her heels and rushing back to the café.

Oh dear, he hadn’t even known her yet he was in so deep.

Tagging: @caramel-hufflepuff @weird-civilian @hypocritic-trash-baby @ynguklvr @jake-g-lockley

#vincent renzi x reader #vincent renzi x reader fluff

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softieekayy · 4 days

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A thought I’ll elaborate on later but imagine Bucky loving when his girl gets the night time zoomies. He loves how she slinks across his lap like a cat, sometimes chittering to herself while munching on a snack that was hidden somewhere under her pillow for safe keeping.

He knows it’ll last for about 5 minutes and then she’s out like a light, sleeping like a log and taking up the entire bed even though she’s just half his size.

He has to curl up in a ball when she steals the blanket and he can’t help but chuckle at the little gremlin sounds she makes when he tries to tug it back.

That’s his feral little raccoon and he loves her forever.

lil trash panda.

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softieekayy · 4 days

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it’s been a long day. an exhausting long day, in such an environment where everybody is required to be high-strung, deliberate, exacting on every action. everything was tense.

the decades vincent has on his plate never really made it more comfortable, if you were to dig through his psyche. it has simply rested on his shoulders, no amount of wine nor cigarettes can aid in chipping them away. his neck often stiff, shoulders tensed in all which he tries his best to alleviate by stretching, but it’s all temporal. moments in every hit of a cigarette, consequential in liquor.

you’re more than pleased to kiss and knead them away, though. it’s become a thing to look forward to, however late at night he finally comes home. like his job, your hands are methodical, pleased to dispel the invisible weight he carries on his muscles. your kisses on the back of his neck raise goosebumps on its wake, and vincent gets to breathe deeply and exhale relief as the pads of your fingertips soothe through their pressure.

he lays on top of you with his back on your chest, arms around his neck as his own hands hold them. you leave trails of kisses on his hair to his cheeks. he turns his body to now cage you beneath him, fingers combed in your hair and palm resting on your cheek, thumb caressing.

“mon amour,” face inches from yours as he looks through your eyes so soft, so lovingly sincere, “how could i ever give you my gratitude for loving me?”

you hold his face with both of your hands, “you existing with me is enough, my love.”

i finally got to watch anatomy of a fall hehe hes so

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softieekayy · 5 days

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So, this series I binged in like an hour!! It’s so fucking good! Like frfr. I really recommend checking out literally everything by this author because they’re fucking amazing! My favourite series has to be Method Acting!!

JEALOUSY & FLIRTATION MASTERLIST

18+

Frat!Bucky x F!Reader

There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.

Series Warning: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader, Bucky has a best friend who is obsessed with him, F!OC, some pick me behaviour, fluff, angst, smut.

Part One: Operation Distract Juniper Johnson

Part Two: The Second Encounter

Part Three: The End

Part Four: Mr Bitter

Part Five: Operation Distract Juniper Johnson II

Part Six: Investigation Launched

Part Seven: She's Crazier Than I Thought

Part Eight: You're Only Playing Dress-Up

Part Nine: Saudade

Part Ten: Flaming June

#bucky x reader #frat!bucky #steve rogers x reader #frat!steve #Kay’s recs #marvel

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softieekayy · 7 days