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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years

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clandestine (chapter 5)

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is an up and coming actress, married to a once hotshot actor, Harrison (Haz). What happens when her co-star, Tom, makes her realise that she is stuck in a loveless marriage. A marriage starts crumbling and a new romance stars brewing.

chapter 5: the rumour has it

A/N: i do not encourage cheating. i hope you guys like this chapter!! feedback is always appreciated. thanks for reading <3

warnings: drinking, cursing

word count: 1.6k

important: bold and italic are character thoughts

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The video of Y/N and Tom singing ‘SOS’ broke the internet. It was trending for at least four days. The whole internet, already on the witch hunt to find evidence of a relationship, was being fed. The paparazzi were circling around like vultures. The threat of being outed made them hide in their caves.

Haz was coming to London in two days. Y/N was trying to rid the house of anything and everything that hinted that Tom had been staying with her. Between the paps, shooting, and Haz, she couldn’t find time to meet Tom and give him his things.

There were Polaroids scattered all over the house. While she was packing a box to parcel to Tom, she found a Polaroid on her glass coffee table next to her ‘vanilla sage’ candle from Bath and Body Works. In the photo, Y/N was lying on her stomach on the hardwood floor in her living room, a gin and tonic next to her. Tom was sitting on the floor with his right arm extended to take the photo. They were both smiling.

She remembered when he took that photo. It was the same day she found a vintage vinyl of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong’s ‘on verve’, during her exploration of Camden market. They decided to have a listening party of that album on the floor. Tom found his new favourite song that day, ‘let’s call the whole thing off’. She smiled at the memory. Instead of putting it in the box, she went into her room to put it in her wallet where only she could find it.

Y/N noticed her phone vibrating next to her purse. It was Harrison.

“Bonjour mon amour”,

“Hi Haz, did you board the flight?”

“Just did; listen you don’t have to pick me up from the airport, I know you are busy at work”

“Fine. Text me when you land”

“Su-“, she hung up the phone.

I can’t believe I have to live with this man for a whole week.

Haz came in late at night, even though his flight was supposed to land at 5pm. Y/N was already sleeping. When she woke up around 8 next morning, she found, much to her surprise, Haz snoring next to her. Last night she made sure that there was a pillow and a blanket on the couch for him, a subtle way of saying ‘I don’t want you sleeping in the same bed with me’. Also because she thought he knew about the affair and wouldn’t want to sleep next to her.

God, I wish I had another bedroom

Y/N was sitting on the bar stool with her laptop on the kitchen island, going through her mail while drinking coffee. Haz had just woken up from his deep slumber, and found his way to the kitchen to fetch him some coffee.

“Good morning!” she said enthusiastically, without looking up from her laptop screen. She had thought it was a sleepy Tom, coming out of the bedroom to make himself tea.

“Morning”, Haz said as a reflex, rubbing his eyes. Y/N’s smile disappeared upon hearing the sound of his voice.

“Did you make breakfast?” Haz asked while pouring himself coffee into a mug Tom had gifted Y/N.

“I made myself breakfast when I woke up, three hours ago. Was I supposed to make breakfast for you too?” It was a rhetorical question. Y/N noticed the mug, it made her uneasy watching a man she doesn’t love drinking from a gift given by the man she did love.

“There’s eggs and bread in the fridge, help yourself”, she pointed at the refrigerator.

As Haz cracked open an egg on the pan, Y/N received an email from Greta.

“Good news, Netflix bought the distribution rights to Greta’s movie, she just sent me a mail”

“Oh”

Oh? Seriously, oh?

“They are planning the premier for this Friday, do you want to go with me?”

“I don’t think so, I don’t really like the people you work with” he was putting butter on cold bread.

There is nothing more tragic than love turning into hate. Tragedy had struck their marriage. The rest of the week, they only spoke when they absolutely had to. It was like living with a roommate, you share a bed with but cannot share your day with.

It was Friday, the day of the movie premiere. Y/N was excited to see Tom after a week without him, which felt like an eternity to her. She was wearing a silver colored floor length gown with heavily studded earrings. Her hair was up in a bun with two strands out, to shape her face.

Since it was Netflix, the event could afford to take place at the Royal Albert Hall. Y/N had only been there once, for an Arctic Monkeys concert. When she stepped out of the car, she was met by blinding lights of the cameras. She walked over to the whole cast on the red carpet. The only thing she could hear was the deafening noise of photographers screaming to look towards them and in between, tabloid journalists asking her questions about her life and rumours.

Y/N was still pretty new to walking red carpets because she had mostly worked on indie films that couldn’t afford a grand premiere as most of the money would go towards entering different festivals. Y/N was wearing a mask of pure joy on her face but Tom could see right through it. He could see how uncomfortable Y/N was feeling.

He walked towards her, “you look gorgeous darling” he whispered in her ears and for a second that mask she was wearing became real. They both posed together, but regretted it immediately. The whole media went on overdrive, seeing them together.

“Are you guys seeing each other?” a person from the left screamed.

“Y/N, did you leave Harrison?” someone from the right asked

The voices were coming from everywhere. All they could do now was walk off the carpet. Tom had arranged for Y/N to sit next to her during the screening. His hand was linked with Y/N’s the whole time. He could feel her shivering.

“Are you cold?” he asked her.

“Not really”, she took a long pause. “I am just nervous about my performance in the movie and I guess the questions really got to my head, it’s all making me very anxious”

“Don’t worry babe, everyone is going to love you in the movie, and those hunters out there are shell of a person, all they care about are these bullshit rumours. They don’t deserve a house in your thoughts”

“Shhhhhh” someone whispered from the row above theirs.

Y/N’s phone was vibrating, it was Harrison’s fourth call in fifteen minutes.

Why is he not getting the hint that I don’t want to talk to him

She ignored it.

A few minutes later, her phone rang again.

What if it’s serious?

She got up and went outside of the theatre to take the call.

“What is it, Haz? You know I’m busy right now”

“Umm, are you Y/N?” A man with a heavy, older voice said.

“Yes?” She was confused. “Who is this and how do you have my husband’s phone?”

“Your husband is trashed, ma’am. He passed out on my bar counter about half an hour ago. Your number was on his emergency contact list so I'm calling you to pick him up”

“I’ll be right there, can you tell me the address?”

“Yeah sure it’s 141 Albert Street, Spread Eagle”

Tom came out of the theatre.

“Is everything okay, Y/N?”

“I have to go pick up Haz, he’s splashed out on a bottle somewhere, bloody fool can’t even walk”, she said whilst texting her driver to pick her up.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

“No, I need to deal with this alone”

She walked out the back gate and got in a black Audi.

The paparazzi had noticed her early departure, so they started following her recklessly.

It was a corner pub, the bar was at full capacity. Y/N saw Haz with his head down on the counter, an almost empty tequila bottle next to him.

“Haz wake up, come on, we need to go, get up darling” Y/N was trying to shake him awake.

“O-oh Y/N, y-you’re he-ear”, he was slurring his words.

“Yeah now let’s go”

He started to get up, Y/N had her one hand on his back and the other on his forearm, to support him.

“Honey I th-think I’m going to puke”, he looked sick.

“Is there a restroom here?” She asked the bartender. He pointed towards the corner of the room, a dimly lit area.

“Thank you”. She helped Harrison to walk to the restroom.

The washroom felt like their marriage. They were cramped up in it. The whole room was pure white but also yellow, caused by the lack of cleaning. There were no windows and had only one white florescent light. It was suffocating. The room made her realise that she could not hide from the inevitable, anymore.

Has was on his knees, holding on to the toilet seat with his dear life, puking all the poison out. Y/N was standing near the sink, taking off her statement earrings. She could see a vulnerable Harrison in the reflection of the mirror.

“I want a divorce”, she whispered, loud enough to be heard in this stifle room.

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jonahlovescoffee · 3 years

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Mistletoe | J.M.

a/n: i suck at writing. the only thing im good at is procrastinating my procrastination so send help pls :/ this fic was supposed to be up before Christmas but i just finished writing it today and i’m not even proud of it :’) anyways, happy reading and be sure to tell me what you think in the end <3

summary: all you wanted to do was kiss your boyfriend under the mistletoe, but things didn’t work out as planned.

warning: secondhand embarrassment, fluff & some mildly suggestive themes in the end bc i couldn’t help it lmao

word count: 2407

“And that’s what I call a perfect plan,” Emily threw her arms up in the air excitedly, thankfully not getting the attention of anyone else in the cafe. She had just finished explaining the details of her stupid plan to make your boyfriend finally kiss you that was admittedly not so stupid after you ran through the whole thing once again in your head. What’s the worst possible outcome of her plan? Him hating you forevermore? You highly doubt that’d happen so maybe this plan was actually worth a try after all.

“Do you think this is a good idea though, I mean I don’t wanna come off as too needy or anything...” you rambled on nervously, your hands fidgeting with the hem of the beige sweater you were wearing.

“You always overthink everything,” Emily landed a firm reassuring pat on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’ll be completely fine. Couples kiss each other all the time! And it’s about time for that dip to do the same to you too.”

You and Jonah had been dating for quite a while now — nearly a month and a half to be exact — but you both had never kissed. His previous girlfriend had left him heavily scarred and this was your first romantic relationship with anyone, meaning that you were too inexperienced in this relationship department to know how it works, so of course both of you had agreed to take it slow. Don’t get you wrong, he did shower you with affection all the time through other methods, mainly through intimate gestures but he didn’t make a move to take it any further and you being the useless coward you were, you didn’t even dare to initiate it either even though you’d gotten comfortable enough with Jonah to the point where you do want to kiss him. Very badly.

Now, you knew that each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with not choosing to express one’s love through something as absurd as kisses, but after Daniel accidentally let the fact that Jonah actually kissed his ex on their first date slip during one of your conversations with him, you started to wonder whether you were the problem. Were you not pretty enough? Not capable enough?

Your worsened insecurities didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, which was exactly why she dragged you out to a cafe that late autumn day to offer you her so-called ‘foolproof’ plan that couldn’t go wrong.

So when winter rolled around and it was time to put up Christmas decorations around your house, maybe it was because of the indescribable Christmas magic in the air, or maybe it was because of the delightful festive cheer, you eventually decided to follow her advice and hung a mistletoe above the door. Now all there’s left was for you to greet him at the door, inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, say something along the lines of, “Wow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!”, and then hope he’d get the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss — If he did go along with the plan, that is.

Which explained why here you were right now leaning against a wall of your living room, shifting your weight from one foot to another repeatedly while biting your nails as you stare intensely at the clock, trying your best to soothe the nerves in your stomach. You had just invited him over for dinner like usual and was now waiting for his arrival anxiously like something big was about to happen although you knew very well that a kiss was hardly considered that big of a deal.

The loud chime of the doorbell that sounded moments later disrupted your train of thought, startling you a little. You hurriedly smoothed your attire and took a deep breath to calm yourself down before making your way to answer the door. You flung open the front door with a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

“Hey, ba....Corbyn?! What are you doing here?” Your voice raised a pitch in the end of your sentence from how shocked you were when you were greeted with the sight of Corbyn standing on your doorstep instead of your boyfriend whom you were expecting, your eyes widening in disbelief so much that you swore they almost popped out of your sockets.

“Just here to pass your present before I return to my hometown tomorrow for Christmas,” he answered, passing you the rectangular shaped present that was beautifully wrapped with vibrant Christmas-themed wrapping paper. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve thanked him profusely and proceed with guessing excitedly about what he might’ve gotten you (because he is an amazing gift-giver) but this time was different. You had a mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above your head and your friend was not supposed to be here now. Out of all the times he could’ve passed you your present, he had chosen today to do it. Great.

“But isn’t that Jonah’s car?” You asked, pointing at the black Audi that was parked in your driveway, completely ignoring the present that was now in your hand.

Please don’t see the mistletoe. Please don’t see the mistletoe....

“Not even a thank you?” Corbyn cocked a brow but sighed and gave you a reply to your question when he realised you were scowling at him. “Yeah, I caught a ride with him since we’re heading to the same place and he wants me to wash his car afterwards. This dumbass is too lazy to do anything by himself,” he explained and rolled his eyes.

“He’s in the car now talking on the phone with our manager, so yeah,” he added, still not noticing the mistletoe, even when he looked up a little and scratched the back of his head. Luck was definitely on your side today.

“And I bet you have tons to pack for your trip tomorrow, don’t you? So you better hurry home and get ready,” this was the best excuse you had to get him to leave before things got awkward.

“Hello? It’s me you’re talking about,” Corbyn ruffled your hair with his hand. “My stuff is all packed and ready a week ago.”

“But I guess I should get going anyway,” he said, clapping his hands. Jonah can be seen walking towards you both. “The last thing I want is to third wheel your date so see ya’ soon,” he bid his goodbye and you felt a weight lifted from your chest when he still paid no attention to the stupid plant.

But someone else sure did. You watched as a smirk grew on Jonah’s face when his gaze lifted higher to see the mistletoe above you. He was about to walk away when Jonah stopped him by putting an arm over his shoulder.

“Hey, Corbyn, don’t you think it’s extremely rude to leave a girl standing under a mistletoe without a kiss?” His simple question had you internally cursing him with a long string of profanities as embarrassment flooded your veins instantly, heat spreading from the tips of your ears to all over your face.

“Oh,” He dragged out the one syllable word when he finally took notice of the mistletoe as realization hit him. “No wonder you were acting all weird just now! Because you wanted a kiss from me but you didn’t have the guts to say it, huh?”

“No, I absolutely don’t want anything from you!” You waved your hands frantically in front of you in denial.

“Including your present? So give it back to me,” Corbyn instructed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, in which you responded with another deep scowl.

“No, the present is mine now so you can’t take it back!” You practically screamed at him as you tightened your hands around the said object protectively. You friendly banter went on for a while more, with Corbyn teasing you and you shooting your crafty retorts back at him.

Jonah watched the exchange between you and his best friend silently with an amused smile and couldn’t help but burst into laughter when Corbyn suddenly said “you’re so annoying! It makes me want to kiss you to shut you up” in the midst of your playful bickering, making your cheeks redden even more and from the way you open and close your mouth without any words coming out of it, it was evident that you were at a loss of words too.

“Then kiss her, bro,” Jonah urged him with a nudge of his shoulder. “But not on the lips. Those are mine,” he said in a serious tone, the former cheekiness all gone. It was merely a simple sentence but little did he know butterflies erupted in your stomach just from hearing it.

“As much as I’d not want to kiss you, this is tradition and we can’t break it,” with a hopeless sigh, Corbyn scrunched up his nose in disgust but proceeded to lean in and give you a brief kiss on your cheek before pulling away almost immediately. “There, that’s settled. Hang your mistletoe elsewhere next time. The last thing I want is to fucking kiss my best friend again,” he left with a wave of his hand at you and Jonah.

“I guess it’s just the two of us now,” Jonah stated the obvious as his car pulled out of the driveway a moment later by Corbyn.

“Shut up and get lost, I don’t wanna talk to you,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking away from him, still mad that he made your friend kiss you. It was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t awkward.

“But why are you still standing here then? Right under the mistletoe,” he moved closer and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, kicking the door shut behind him. You were engulfed in his uplifting and clean scent of autumn that you loved so dearly, considering that autumn is your utmost favourite season of all. “Wonder how did that get here. I don’t remember seeing the mistletoe the last time I visited.”

“Fuck you, Jonah.”

“Here? Against the wall? Damn, darling, you sure are one kinky girl,” he joked, earning a playful smack from you.

“Stop,” you whined and buried your face in his chest to hide your blushing face that was already as red as a tomato or even redder at this point. He chuckled, his hand moving to cradle your face and pushed it backwards gently before tilting it upwards.

“Sometimes I forget how delicate and innocent you actually are,” he breathed and you could feel heart doing jumping jacks when your gaze met with his intense one. Your mind went totally haywire when he started to lean in, your breaths mingling with each other’s. “And you have no idea how much I’ve thought about doing this.”

When your lips connected at long last, the wonderful sensation was like nothing you had experienced before. The kiss was soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. You yearned for more — you wanted so badly to feel so, so much more of him — so you didn’t hesitate to comply to his wish when he bit your lip lightly for permission for his tongue to slip into your mouth.

The heat rose in your cheeks as your tongues entwined, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of you. Instinctively, you grabbed fistfuls of the soft material at the front of his coat to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groaned when you bucked your hips against his as his grip on your waist tightened to prevent you from repeating the same action because his self-control was reaching its limit. One more time and he might not be able to restrain himself from pinning you against the wall and ripping off your clothes to devour you.

Plus, he knew that you weren’t ready for that either.

“That was amazing,” you said in awe when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, breathless from the heated kiss-turned-makeout session with your boyfriend. “If I can get kissed like that everytime I stand under a mistletoe, I think I might go against Corbyn’s advice and hang more of those around my house.”

“You don’t need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever you like,” he replied, his thumb caressing your cheek gently, as if you were his most prized possession that he was more than reluctant to let go of (which you were).

“But why haven’t you done that before?” You asked, staring quizzically into his hazel eyes that were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside.

“I wanted your first kiss to be special,” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “There’re a lot of things that I want to do with you and do to you that I haven’t done yet, love, so you gotta be patient,” he promised and took your hands in his, squeezing them once.

“But what if I want you to show me what you want to do to me now?” You wanted to take the question back right after you said it out loud. His lips curled into a smirk which made you even more embarrassed than you already were, not saying a word. “No, I mean what am I even talking about...” you trailed off, pulling your lower lip between your teeth tentatively, not on purpose but because that was what you did everytime you were nervous, only to find his jaw slightly clenched as you did so before using his thumb to softly pull your lip back out.

“Desperate now, are we?” He teased, holding your hand as he led you towards the dining room where the various dishes you had prepared for dinner sat on the table. “Maybe I would, but let’s have dinner first, okay? Dessert will come later.”

It took you a moment to understand what he meant and when you finally did, your face turned red all over again.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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PrettyLittle GoodBoy

Summary: After Rami’s GQ Middle East covershoot, his girlfriend needs him to know just whose good boy he really is.

A/N: I hope it’s not too vanilla—if you’ve read my stuff, even my smut, you know I’m a soft bitch. So, this is me trying out that (soft)dom life.

Warnings: Forgive me, creator, for I have sinned (NSFW, 18+ ONLY, Sub!Rami)

After trekking through at least two football fields worth of dust and bramble, you and Rami popped out on location near the infamous HOLLYWOOD sign for his GQ Middle East covershoot. As you shook a piece of twig off your sneaker’s lace, a small crew of people rushed over to greet your boyfriend, including a fashionably-dressed man with reddish-blonde hair. As the man pulled his sunglasses from his face, he looked every bit like the hackneyed Hollywood producer, except his light blue eyes held nothing but a desperate plea.

Whatever he was about to ask, he was afraid Rami would say no.

“Listen, Rami—we decided that this location just isn’t good enough for you. Not for what we want to convey with this shoot. We want to take you to Jim’s place in Palm Springs. We know it’s a lot to ask—”

“Anything for you guys, Steve. I’m just grateful for the opportunity.”

With a firm handshake, Steve’s apprehension disappeared and he shouted to everyone to head out. He sent Rami the address for the new location and the two of you hiked back to the Audi.

Inwardly, you rolled your eyes at the producer’s hesitance to request something of Rami; clearly, he didn’t really know him.

“You should’ve said no—played the role of a diva,” you voiced.

Rami snickered. “Did you see how nervous he was? It’s not like they were asking me to strip naked and slide down the hillside on my ass or something.”

“They have no idea what a compliant guy you are,” you said as you waited with your hand on the door of Rami’s car. He pressed unlock and you opened the door and slid in, tugging on the front of the soft, white t-shirt you stole from him to fan yourself.

As soon as the car started, Rami fiddled with the AC.

“Makes me wonder how many people are total dicks. I mean, there is a paycheck attached to this kinda shit.”

You reached over and gave Rami’s thigh a squeeze, and he shot you a grin.

“Maybe I should become an asshole? Demand a dressing room lined with silk drapes? A snack of chips and guac with a ratio of 3 red chips to 1 white?”

You laughed. “Shut up. You would never do something so . . . Hollywood.”

Rami leaned over and pursed his lips, waiting for you to close the gap and kiss him. You did, and both of you smiled against the other’s lips before you pressed yours into his one more time, then settled back into your seat.

“Let’s go-ooo,” Rami sang, putting the car in drive.

* * * * *

Steve had made a good call; even though they were rapidly losing daylight, every space at the Palm Springs location seemed to mold itself around Rami as if it finally felt like it was being properly occupied.

And Rami was, of course, an absolute dream.

Which he was, of course, told again and again.

All the while, Rami had no idea what it was doing to you to watch him like that, to watch him eat up that praise, to watch him be such a good boy for the entire crew all afternoon and into the evening.

With every complied command, you thought about what you wanted to do to him, how you wanted him to please you.

“Rami—Rami look this way. Yes! Hold your smile. Fucking divine,” the photographer uttered as she snapped.

At the word divine, Rami chuckled nervously, ready to counter the utterance but the photographer kept going.

“Can we get Marissa over here? Just to touch up the sweat. Its hotter than the devil’s dick out here and you haven’t complained once, Rami. I love you!”

At the words I love you, Rami’s cheeks colored and his face spread into a shy grin, this time his lips not even bothering with a protest.

“Let me just fix this curl . . . perfection!”

At the word perfection, he lowered his eyes and pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, successfully halting the widening of his shy grin.

“Yes, Rami. What an absolute joy you are. One more big grin—like the one I saw you give your girlfriend this morning—yes! That one!”

It was like that all day—praise after praise, and by the time the shoot was over and he climbed behind the wheel of his car, his body was invisibly vibrating from the high of being such a good boy all day long; you weren’t sure you had enough restraint to make it back to the twins’ house, the car refusing you the gift of distance so you were left with nothing to do but listen to his excited chatter, inhale the fresh scent of the high-end styling products and the brand new clothes, and glance over at the way the last outfit of the shoot clung to his body, custom made, just for Rami Malek.

* * * * *

Rami tossed his car keys on the kitchen island, something you would normally scold him for considering there was a mounted keyrack directly beside the door, but you were so focused on the way his ass looked in his black trousers that you forgot. Besides, you had an important question to ask.

“Is Sami home?”

“In DC with Jas, remember?”

“Oh. Right,” you answered in a soft tone as you flicked on the recessed lighting in the kitchen.

Rami pulled a beer out of the fridge, twisting the top off and tossing it on the counter, the lid skidding to a halt right next to his keys.

“Want anything?” he asked after a long drink.

You shook your head no.

Rami frowned as he realized how quiet you had been since the end of the shoot. “I’m sorry today ran long. We can do whatever you want tonight.”

As you toed out of your sneakers, you also bent to retrieve the shoes he had kicked off the second he walked in the door. As you walked both pairs into the mudroom, you knew your silence would make Rami guess at your mood. Were you upset with him? Why? His eyes slid to the keys on the counter, and he picked them up and took them over to the keyrack. Then, he plucked the beer cap off the counter and tossed it in the trash.

Rami leaned against the counter, twirling his beer which had begun to shed drops of sweat, and watched as you reentered the kitchen.

“I’m really grateful you spent your day off—"

“Go . . . sit . . . down,” you slowly and evenly enunciated as you held his gaze before dropping it to walk over to the big couch in the living room, the one that sat against a wall of windows that overlooked a section of woods and the many twinkling lights of the other homes in the Hills.

He abandoned the last dregs of his beer to follow you, and you could feel his mind working to puzzle out what he’d done to displease you.

You turned around and gestured to the middle cushion, and just as compliantly as he had been during the photoshoot, he took a seat and waited, his big eyes staring at you. You let him watch as your gaze drifted over his body. He was still in the last outfit from the photoshoot and you didn’t even want to know how much money he was currently wearing. The black Tom Fords fit him to perfection and the tan and black, tiger-striped dress shirt made his skin look smooth, dark, and ten years younger. The dim lighting that crept over from the kitchen dyed his hair to a pitch black of perfectly ringleted curls.

He looked so good your mouth went dry, and when you thought again about what a good boy he had been, your eyes slipped shut in a moment of greedy indulgence.

Rami’s eyes remained fixed on you, alert, despite his tiredness from the all-day shoot and the extended drive. He continued to watch cautiously as you slid onto his lap, his hands twitching once, twice, before deciding it was okay to touch you. He ran his hands up your bare thighs, toying with sliding them underneath the frayed edges of your denim shorts before grinning and moving them to your hips.

Your face remained stoic, fixated on how much you wanted to control him—to make sure he knew just whose pretty boy he was.

“You loved today, didn’t you?” you purred in a low voice that made all the blood in Rami’s body rush to his cock.

He licked his lips and swallowed audibly in anticipation; there was a flicker of recognition dawning behind his eyes, but he still hadn’t puzzled it all out . . . yet.

You pressed on, your voice still a sultry purr, “You loved being posed. Being praised. Being primped and petted. Didn’t you?”

His eyes dilated, now more grey than blue, as he watched your mouth move. That flicker of recognition blossomed into understanding, and he stilled, frozen and silent.

You fisted his curls, the oil the stylist had used feeling like a breath of wet silk as his hair twined around your fingers. You pulled, tugging so hard he gasped.

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” you bit out, your purr replaced with a forceful tone.

“Yes—yes I loved it,” he immediately whispered.

Your eyes roamed his face as the pulse of attraction beat between the two of you, and with your hand still gripping his curls, you kissed him, brutally sucking and nipping at his lips. Rami’s hands were still on your hips and his fingers flexed, digging into the flesh of your jean-clad ass.

You pulled at the button on his trousers and yanked at the zipper, not even pausing as you heard them rip at the juncture. His cock had already found its way out of his underwear, so you grasped its velvety hardness in your hand and began to jack him off, your grip tight, purposeful.

You controlled every inch of his body in this moment: your hand in his hair and the other on his dick, your tongue in his mouth, and his thighs pinned beneath your weight.

Rami whined into the heated kiss, and with a gasping breath, you pulled back and hissed, “And now you wanna be my good boy, don’t you? You wanna be my pretty boy?”

After pulling on his curls again, Rami answered with a shaky voice.

“Ye-yes!”

“Yes what?”

“I wanna be your good boy.”

“Then come for me, good boy. Come all over your posh clothes.”

“Fuck!” Rami keened as his hips bucked into your hand and he came, thick ropes of cum staining his expensive shirt and even more expensive trousers.

“That’s my pretty boy, good boy. Come hard,” you panted in his ear as he rode out his orgasm.

“Ohmygod,” he slurred. “Fuck, Y/N. Fuck!”

You relaxed your grip on his hair and let him catch his breath as you pumped your hand lightly up and down his cock, cum coating your palm.

“That was fucking ama—”

“Oh no,” you said, quickly moving your cum-covered palm to slap over his mouth. “Was implies that we’re done, and Rami . . . we’ve only just begun.”

He whimpered under your palm and you removed it, leaning in to kiss him, relishing in the taste of his cum on his lips. You took that same hand and wrapped it around the back of his head, once again controlling the kiss.

Leaning back, you smiled wickedly. “Look at the mess you’ve made.”

Rami looked down at his clothes, and you knew he was inwardly groaning. Yes, he loved high fashion, but he remembered what it was like to live paycheck to paycheck, working a motely mess of jobs just to survive.

“What a waste—doubt those, what? $1,200 pants can be salvaged.”

“$1,520,” Rami stated, a frown turning down the corners of his mouth as he rested his head against the back of the sofa.

Stoking his inner conflict, you whistled before stating, “That’s a lotta dough, Ram.” You gave his face a few light pats before moving off his lap and on to the cushion next to him.

“I had to watch you dress and undress all day long and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it. Now that there is, be a good boy, stand up, and undress . . . just for me.”

Rami turned to glance at you and seeing no room for negotiation, he shuffled up and off the sofa. You put your foot on the edge of the coffee table and pushed, the light piece of furniture skidding back, almost into the wall beneath the television.

You raised your brow and waited, your face schooled into a mask of indifference.

His pants were tight enough to still cling to his hips, so Rami brought his fingers up to the top button of his tiger-striped shirt. He moved quickly and you tsked at him.

“Slowly, baby. Slowly.”

Rami’s thick fingers hitched before steadying over the next button, his head bent in concentration.

“Eyes up here.”

He looked up, obeying without hesitation.

“Good boy,” you praised, eyes locked on his as he continued to open his shirt, and at your praise, that part of him that was so alive during the photoshoot came to life again. When he reached the last button, he paused to let you drink in the strip of brown skin and the light dusting of dark hair on his chest.

When your eyes made their way back to his, he held your gaze as he unbuttoned his cuffs and shrugged out of each of the sleeves. He let the shirt pool to the floor, and the next thing his fingers reached for was his watch.

“No, baby. Leave the watch on.”

Rami’s tongue darted out to wet his lips before his mouth opened to take in more air. You could see his half-hard dick twitch, and your mask of indifference flickered as you smirked.

Rami’s hands grasped the expensive black fabric and tugged. Once his trousers were past the tops of his thighs, they slid down his legs and he stepped out of them. One of his socks was still pulled up properly while the other was drooped to his ankle. He bent to remove the drooped one, then he removed the other.

Your eyes slid over the thick, curly black hair on his legs and travelled back to your second favorite overly-proportioned part of his anatomy. As gorgeous as his cock was, his eyes would always hold first place.

You shifted on the sofa and raised your chin, looking up at his face as he slid his thumbs beneath the waistband of his black boxer-briefs. He was seeking permission to remove the last of his clothes and you smiled before giving him a single nod of assent.

Rami stood in front of you, naked and unsure of what to do with his hands. This always made your heart flutter; he was so sexy and confident for the public, but for you, he was demure and so eager to obey. Letting him squirm for a few moments longer, you used the time to drink in his nakedness before finally standing.

“On your knees.”

He complied, his hands hanging loosely at his sides, save for the occasional twitch of his fingers.

You circled him, once, twice, building his anticipation, and when you stopped behind him and brought your hands to his shoulders, he shivered at your touch.

Digging your fingertips into his flesh, you slid your hands forward and down over his pecs, kneading them before you found his nipples and tweaked them, rolling them between your index fingers and thumbs before giving them a tug.

Rami moaned, and you leaned next to his ear as you said, “Shh. Good boys are quiet as church mice. I don’t care if you bite your lips until they bleed—you are not to make another sound until I say so.

“Are you still my good boy?”

He nodded once, and you acknowledged with a swift, sharp smack to his right ass cheek.

Rami wanted to groan—in fact, he started to, but he cut himself off by biting down on his lower lip.

Always a sucker for synchrony, you smacked his left cheek so it blushed just as prettily as the right.

The sound of your denim shorts unzipping had Rami’s shoulders tensed. You could tell he was listening as you undressed, wondering if you’d be naked when you moved back in his line of vision. You weren’t ready to go that far yet, so when he did see you again, you were still covered by a plain white bra and matching white panties.

Gripping his hair once again, you pressed his face into your mound and Rami rubbed his nose against you, back and forth, before dipping his tongue between your covered lips. After hooking one leg over his shoulder and using his head and other shoulder for balance, you let him mouth at you until your panties were soaked with his saliva and your arousal. Try as he might, he just couldn’t get his tongue underneath the tight elastic for any significant portion of time. You could feel his frustration, but it only spurned you on.

“Poor baby. I know how much you love eating pussy.”

Rami sighed, his hands on your calves, his mouth reaching up to grip the waistband of the infuriating barrier between his teeth.

You smacked lightly at his cheek, and he retreated, head lowered.

“You wanna taste me that bad, huh? All right. Get on all fours.”

You walked in a half-circle, once again standing behind him as he got into the position you commanded.

A gorgeous, deep blush bloomed across his shoulders. Dropping to your own knees, you settled between his thighs and aligned your hips against his ass. You pushed into him, teasing him like you would if you had a different anatomy, and you knew Rami was fighting a losing battle to keep quiet.

You scratched his back and continued to press against him, bending to kiss down his spine and to reach around to lightly stroke his cock, which was hard again. When you tugged on his balls and slowly massaged each of them, Rami half-whimpered.

He was trying so hard to behave.

You dragged a finger between the cheeks of his ass and lightly fingered him, not with penetration—just a simple pressing of your index finger just enough to make him clench and lean back into your touch.

Chuckling, you moved to scratch up and down the backs of his thighs and in the same, low purr from earlier, you wove him a little story, something you knew drove him absolutely wild. “You want to come again. I can feel it—your balls are tight and hot, your ass is clenched. You should see how sexy you look from back here, baby. The muscles in your back are twitching, oh, and your thighs, too. I bet a part of you wants to end this, wants to force me to the floor and fuck me until that ache at the base of your spine bursts open. But you can’t. And more importantly, you won’t.

“All because you are my pretty little good boy.”

This time, your good boy did whimper, so you brought both of your hands down onto his ass cheeks, spanking him until they turned a pretty pink. You smiled at the little gasps that escaped from between his lips, and when you could no longer ignore your own body’s need, you pressed a kiss to the base of his spine, right where you knew he ached.

Standing, you finally slipped out of your bra and panties, and you walked to the sofa, taking a seat facing him. His eyes were wet and crackling like a livewire. While crooking your index finger, you hooked one knee over the edge of the couch and exposed your soaking pussy to him.

“Crawl,” you commanded.

His bottom lip was a mess, indentured from his teeth and you wondered if the inside of his mouth was wrecked, too. Rami was vocal, all of the time, so it was a true challenge for him to stay quiet, and you were basking in how well he was doing. When Rami’s face was no more than six inches from your pussy, he looked up, his eyes still electric, and he begged with them. Even though he could see and smell how aroused you were, he waited for your command.

“Do you want to fuck me with your pretty mouth?”

Rami’s eyes burned into yours as he nodded.

“Do it.”

His mouth was hot on your center and both of your hands thrust into his curls. His tongue was inside of you, his nose pressed against your clit while he licked and swirled as deep as he could reach.

“Enough teasing,” you groaned with a tug to his hair.

Shifting closer, Rami moved his mouth up and wrapped his lips around your swollen clit.

“Ah, fuck,” you moaned, lost to the pleasure of his mouth. “Make me come.”

Rami licked at your clit with short, quick bursts of speed before closing his lips and sucking. He had your thighs pinned open and his fingers were bruising as he fucked you with his face.

“Ah, fucking hell Rami! That’s my good boy!”

Rami moaned around your clit and you didn’t care because it sent you straight over the edge, crying out a slur of swears that were punctuated with his name.

He softened and slowed his ministrations as he rubbed his nose, mouth, and chin over your pussy, waiting patiently for you to regain your composure, knowing that you were far from done with him.

At some point, you had let go of his hair and reached up to grasp the couch cushions, so you sighed as you brought your hand down to push lightly against his forehead.

“Wipe off your face and rub it over your cock,” you commanded in an even tone.

Rami did as he was told and his eyes slammed shut, his throat uttering a noise even though he was still trying to stay quiet.

“Do you want to come again, baby?”

He nodded, his eyes still shut tight as his hand picked up its pace.

Lightening quick, you moved off the couch and grasped his wrist, yanking it from his cock. Rami yelped, like a wounded animal and your eyes burned into his as you scolded, “No—that’s a bad boy.”

Two tears leaked from the outer corners of his eyes and your intensity wavered. Those little beads of salt were too tempting to pass up and you licked away one tear, then the other before kissing him.

“Do you still want to be my good boy?” you asked as you pulled away and looked at him, making sure the game hadn’t gone on too long. “Answer me,” you pressed, cupping his face and leaning in to place sweet kisses over his cheeks, his nose, and his eyelids.

“I do,” he croaked.

You pulled back and looked at him, your eyes searching his.

“I do.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, your thumbs stroking his cheeks before you let him go so you could stand up.

“Bedroom—on your back, arms above your head. Wait for me.”

Rami used the edge of the sofa to pull himself up, and you went into the kitchen as he walked upstairs to his bedroom. You needed him to calm down just a little in order to pull off your next move, so you cracked open one of Rami’s beers and returned to the couch.

The first mouthful was so cold, so crisp and good, the perfect topping for your incredible orgasm. The second mouthful did nothing other than remind you of what Rami tasted like, and you began to ache for him again. Standing, you walked upstairs and to the bedroom, your beer clutched lightly in your fingers.

He was waiting on the bed, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, and you were struck with such a profound urge to photograph him like this—to memorialize him as your perfect, good, boy.

“Such perfection,” you breathed, and Rami’s demeanor once again swelled under your praise. Unfortunately, so did his cock, and you just couldn’t have that. Shaking your head, you walked into his closet.

“Rami—you’ve got to close your eyes and think about something else,” you called out while digging around in the bottom drawer of the bureau in his closet. “Think about Sami,” you said with a devilish laugh.

Grabbing two ties, a purple one with silver polka dots and a silver one with purple polka dots, you emerged from the closet only to be greeted by his scowl.

“That worked,” you said, patting his thigh before you straddled his hips and tied one of his wrists to the bed post, then the other.

You laughed as you kissed his forehead, then climbed off of him again. You stopped to take another long drink, and Rami watched you, his cock starting to move from semi-erect to erect.

“No, no,” you scolded, laying your beer down.

With a growl of frustration, Rami shut his eyes. They shot open again when he felt the slick heat of the lube being dripped onto his cock.

“Be a good boy and close your eyes—you know you can’t watch without getting too hard.”

You slicked up his cock and his balls and quickly fastened on the cock ring, knowing you only had a small window of time. You didn’t fault him—you knew without certainty you had nowhere near the level of submissive willpower Rami had.

Well, that Rami mostly had.

You hadn’t even touched him yet and his dick was already swelling back to fully erect.

“Open your eyes, baby.”

You were rewarded with that same electric fire as earlier and held his gaze as you got back into bed and settled between his thighs.

“I wish you could see yourself,” you murmured, holding eye contact. “Your pretty cock all wrapped up and begging, begging for my . . . wet . . . heat.”

Rami’s cock swelled, his balls tightening and starting to turn a delicious shade of red.

You leaned forward on your hands and bent to lick his balls with teasing, tiny strokes of your tongue. You could hear him pull on the wrist restraints and suck in a breath.

“If you need to stop, what are you gonna say?”

“Stop,” Rami stated clearly.

You locked eyes with him and nodded—if he said, stop, you’d stop.

Before you bent to his cock again, you said, “I wanna hear how good I make you feel, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed, his hips lifting on the bed in a silent prayer that you’d take him in your mouth.

Laughing softly, you licked his cock from base to tip, almost unwilling to believe that he could get any harder than he already was. As you straightened up to pump him, you glanced at the hands on Rami’s watch to make sure you didn’t push him for too long.

You positioned yourself over his hips and slid your soaked pussy along his cock, teasing and enjoying the way his rock hard dick felt when it brushed your clit.

Rami moaned and it was a beautifully desperate sound, an aching call for you to just finally fuck him. Shifting your position as you rocked your hips, his dick slid inside of you and both of you shuddered at the contact.

“Fuck, Rami. You feel so good—so fucking good.”

Rami’s wrists tugged at his restraints as his hips bucked under you, desperate for you to move, except you didn’t. Instead, you just perched on top of him and let your eyes run over his face and his torso.

“So good for me,” you said with a wicked grin. “Hold still, baby.”

Rami’s eyes filled with tears and a strangled cry sounded low in his throat.

“Shh. Just a little longer.”

His breathing hitched and began to come in shallow gulps as he strained against his ties, desperate to focus on anything, even pain, over his denied-ecstasy as you cockwarmed him.

“So good,” you said as you began to work your clit, your fingers finding a familiar, easy rhythm.

“Oh god,” Rami groaned as tears fell from his eyes. “Oh god, oh god.”

“Oh yes, oh YES!” you growled as you came quickly, your pussy clenching around him, causing him to utter a choked sob.

As the last waves of your orgasm ebbed, you began to ride him and you focused on his flushed, tear stained cheeks, you knew there was not a creature more beautiful than him in existence. He was your good boy, your pretty little good boy and he deserved to come inside of you.

Picking up your pace, you clutched at his chest, forcing his hazy eyes to focus on you.

“Are you ready to come, baby?”

“Yes! Please, please yes,” he begged, his voice so deep and desperate that he spoke more from his chest than his throat.

A flush of pleasure rushed through you as you reached around to unfasten the cock ring, and you didn’t even need to move before Rami’s orgasm tore through him, a scream of pleasure rushing past his lips as he came so hard you could feel every spurt of his hot cum splashing inside you.

Gently, you rode him through his intense orgasm. When Rami’s head thrashed from side to side, and he said, “Stop. Stop,” you moved off of him immediately and reached up to unloop the ties from the bed post, knowing it would take a minute to get the knots around his wrists undone.

You kneeled beside him as ragged breaths tore through his lungs. Working the knots off his wrists, you soothed him, “Rami, baby, you did so good. You were such a good boy. No one, no one is as good as you, baby. No one.”

Rami took a gulping breath as his chest evened out. He stretched his legs and his arms, flexed his wrists and reached up to wipe the sweat off his brow.

“Oh, sweetheart—god, you’re perfect,” you said with a kiss to his sweaty temple. “What can I get for you?”

“I’m so thirsty,” he rasped, his eyes half-lidded, that electric fire finally sated.

“You’re gonna be starving in about ten minutes, too, so I’ll order something while I’m in the kitchen.”

“Mmmkay. So good to me,” he murmured with a sweet smile that melted your heart when you turned to look at him from the bedroom door.

“I love you, Rami.”

“Not as much as I love you, Y/N.”

You smiled at each other, wide, mirrored grins of happiness, and after one more glance, you dashed down to the kitchen to take care of your good boy.

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tomthesoftie · 4 years

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can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.

cheesy spoilers pt.2

a/n: this was so long... it took me like 3 hours to finish it, so hopefully it’s up to standards... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: minimal sexual innuendos, swearing, nervous tom

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pt.1 | p1.2

You awoke to the aroma of delectable foods coming through the cracks of the door. Your eyes fluttered open only to shut after meeting the beam of light peeking through the curtains. You groaned, shuffling under the covers, not wanting to get up.

You heard the door creaking as your brunette boy stuck his head into the open space between the door frame and the door. His eyes focused on you, he saw your figure under the large white blanket. Quietly, he tip-toed over to you and hopped onto your body, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Tom,” you moaned.

“Fuck, darling, do that again,” he sighed.

“Stop,” you blushed, “Get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“How rude,” he scoffed, standing back up.

You giggled and took his hand before he hoisted you out of the bed. He dragged you to the dining table, plates neatly displayed at two seats across of each other.

“For you, m’lady,” he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “Did you do all of this? Just for me?”

“Well, I had some help from Sam, but I did most of the work. Besides, why wouldn’t I do this for you?” He smiled proudly.

“I love you so much,” you gushed, “But we’ve been together for years now. There’s no need to be extra.”

“Anything for my love. Now, less talking and more eating,” he declared as he dug into his plate of food.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while eating your brunch, only sounds of chewing or the knife cutting your meal occasionally filling the air. You would look across at Tom from time to time. He looked quite nervous about something as you could hear his leg bouncing under the table.

“Anything wrong, Tommy?” You asked, concerned.

He seemed shocked but answered, “No, nothing wrong at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself,” he smiled before getting lost in his train of thought once more.

You couldn’t seem to put your finger on what he was so worried about. You tried to think back to the night before, but your memory was foggy. You couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

You felt like you were missing something crucial from the conversation. You focused on the conversation, hoping it would help you put the pieces together, but to your dismay, you could only remember getting tired and falling asleep in Tom’s arms. You shrugged it off and finished your meal.

Tom stood from his seat, plates and utensils in his arms, walking towards you.

“Finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grabbed your own dishes before he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. You go and get ready. I’m taking you out for a stroll somewhere you’ll love and then to dinner,” he took your plates and piled it into his arms.

You watched his back as he left to do the dishes. As much as you loved the boy, he annoyed you by always pushing you away when you offered to help. Rolling your eyes, you did as he instructed.

You walked out of your room, hair neatly curled and wearing a floral square neck sundress. Your white Chelsea boots clicked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m ready, Tommy,” you announced, stepping into the room.

“Perfect, I just finished,” he said, wiping his hands on the washcloth.

He turned around to face you and was rendered speechless. His eyes were wide and tinted with admiration. He blinked, scanning his eyes over your form.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

“Let’s get going,” he chuckled, finally moving from his state of awe. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You giggled, blushing as you gently slapped his chest. As you reached the door to your home, you grabbed your round, straw shoulder bag and placed your phone and wallet into it. Tom grabbed the keys to his Audi, starting it up after leaving the house. You sat beside him in the passenger seat, staring at the neighboring homes as you drove by. Soon those homes became cars then trees.

“Where are we?” You asked.

“The Hill Garden and Pergola. You’ll love it.”

He parked the car and the two of you got out of the vehicle. He grasped your hand, leading you to the vast green land. When you entered, you did love it. There were beautiful shades of greens and occasional pops of colors from the flowers. You walked through the structures and into a large space. Pillars surrounded an empty center and supported to gridded roof. Past this area was a round structure with a teal dome ceiling.

“C’mon, Tommy,” you took your boyfriend’s hand, rushing him towards it.

A bright smile lit up your face while Tom looked nervous and frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his left hand remained in his pocket, grasping an object. In the confined, isolated space, he found this as a perfect opportunity.

“Y/N,” you turned to face him, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, and we’ve been together for 6 years now.” He got down on one knee, revealing a red leather box with the word Cartier in gold on it. He opened the box, “I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been the love of my life ever since we were only teenagers. I want to have children and grow old with you. If you’ll do me the honor, that is.”

Tears filled your eyes, hands cupping your mouth. Your words came out as strange slurs and sobs. You resorted to nodding and stuck your hand out for him to slip on the ring. He stood for his stance and pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air before connecting his lips with yours.

“Thank you so much, love. You’ve no idea how blessed I am to get a girl like you,” he spoke, your foreheads resting against each other.

“No, thank you, Tommy,” you sputtered.

Lost in the moment, you hadn’t noticed the small crowd that filled the area. They had started clapping and whistling, catching your attention. You laughed and smiled, waving at them. As the two of you exited the structure, many people congratulated you. A group of girls hid on the side, crying and whining in jealousy. They glared at you as you walked by, but you weren’t fazed by it, too consumed in the proposal.

Tom drove back to town, valeting the car as you arrived at the building. He led you into the it and up an elevator to 31st floor. The metallic doors opened, displaying the restaurant Aqua Shard. Remembering the familiarity of the restaurant, you realized it was rather expensive, in your opinion.

“No, I couldn’t,” you tugged on your fiancé’s arm.

“Yes, you can. Besides, I already have a reservation,” he objected.

“Fine but you can’t make me waste your money,” you snapped.

“You’re not wasting any of my money. You’re worth it, all of it,” he leaned down, gently kissing you.

The waitress behind the pedestal brought you to your seats. You had a perfect view of River Thames and Tower Bridge. You were also able to watch the the burst of pink and orange fill the sky as the sun set.

You ordered the most affordable dishes they had. You’d gotten pearl barley risotto, which surprisingly was able to fill your stomach. Tom offered to get dessert but you denied. Obviously, he thought you were acting obnoxiously and bought it anyway.

“Ugh, I’m so full but it looks so good,” you groaned.

“It’s for you, darling. Dig in,” he pushed the dish towards you.

“You’re trying to stuff me,” you argued but tasted the chocolate and toffee tart. “Fuck, it’s good,” you moaned as you took another bite of it.

“I told you,” he smirked, receiving a roll of your eyes.

Tom drove back home with an overstuffed you. You felt sick from all the food that was contained in your stomach. You complained to him multiple times on your ride back. He only laughed at you and ignored your complaints.

You stepped out of the car, stretching with a sigh. You were able to digest most of the food on the long drive. Tom unlocked the door, and you rushed in to the warmth. On the counter, there were a dozen of roses with a small note attached to it: Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Tom

Then, the events from the night before came rushing back into your mind.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides.

“Oh my god! How did I forget?” You groaned.

Tom looked at you, confused, “What?”

“You told me about your gifts last night, but this morning, I forgot about it completely,” you face-palmed.

“Really? I thought you remembered, that’s why I was so stressed,” he explained.

“Well, I didn’t so it was a nice surprise,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pushed you against the wall, hips rubbing against each other. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were combing through his curls. His hands reached down to grab your ass. He squeezed it, gaining a moan from you.

He pulled away and breathlessly said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t need to reply, he was already making his way to your shared room. He slammed the door locked behind him.

Surely the next morning, you would be sore, but that’s to care for later. For now, you’d enjoy it. The night was restless. There was no silence in the house all night

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sophiainspace · 4 years

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Coldwave - "always coming back to you" ~ have fun! (from Aurelia)

So, funny story… This prompt is from ages ago, and I forgot this was @itsflake‘s prompt, and made her beta read her own gift fic. So, uh, sorry @itsflake. Hope you enjoyed it anyway and thanks for excellent beta reading of your gift! :D

Coming Back To You

3+2+1. Len comes back for Mick three times, and doesn’t come back for him twice. And then, one last time, Mick comes back for Len.

Len gets out of juvie before Mick. Short sentence, all things considered.

(He learned that lesson well: don’t piss off your father on a job. He told Mick the story mere minutes after meeting him. “Unbelievable, what they get you for. They charged me with joyriding, for fuck’s sake. Can you believe my asshat of a court-appointed lawyer pled guilty to that?”

And Mick said, “Shut it, you mouthy little shit - I’m trying to stop the bleeding here.”)

But with arson and multiple counts of manslaughter on his rap sheet, Mick’s sentence could go on till he ages out of here. Especially if he doesn’t stop antagonizing the guards and setting trash alight in the yard. He’s got at least another year left of this shitshow.

Mick’ll be fine, Len tells himself from his bunk, watching his friend, silent at the window. Mick knows how to survive in here. Not like Len, who’s had to hang off Mick for six shitty months, letting everyone think they’re fucking. (As if. Len’s fourteen, and Mick thinks about fire the way most people think about sex - and vice versa.) If Mick can take care of Len, he can take care of himself. Right?

At the window, Mick is running a lighter down the bars. The past week, he’s been quieter than Len’s ever seen him, and he was plenty quiet enough before that. Every day in here is screwing with his head a little more, and not just because he can’t set light to anything.

Len saunters up to the window, following the line of Mick’s gaze out to the grim yard, where Grieg is taking his frustrations out on some poor new bastard. The guards will let him get on with it until it turns really bloody. Len stills Mick’s fidgeting fingers against the bars, lacing his own through them. “I’m coming back,” he says firmly. “I’m gonna be waiting at those gates in a year. Then we’ll both be out of here, yeah?”

Mick turns his head, smiling like he trusts Len more than anything else in this shithole of a world. “I know,” he says.

A year and three weeks later, the gates slide open to the music of a warning buzzer, and Mick shuffles through them. Len is leaning on the edge of the fence trying to look casual, but he can’t keep the smirk off his face. “What did I tell you?” he crows.

Grinning, Mick pushes past him. His touch may be a little rough, but it’s far from casual. “Yeah, yeah, you made it. Congrats, asshole. Now make yourself useful and get us home.”

Inclining his head, Len steps to the right, revealing an Audi shiny enough to melt the eyes of every shitty guard in the Iron Heights Juvenile Detention Wing. There’s maybe a bit more pride in his voice than he means to give away, when he says, “Told you I was too good to get caught for petty joyriding.”

Mick throws back his head and laughs.

As they climb into the car, Mick says, “Hey, Lenny. Thanks for coming to get me.”

Len grins. “Always.”

It’s late when Len’s phone buzzes on his nightstand, jerking him out of sleep. Even at 3 in the morning, he’s on the very edge of alertness. The habit doesn’t do his temper any favors, but it’s been keeping him alive all his life. He only regrets it occasionally. Like now.

He gropes for the phone in the dark. Blurry words light up like a neon sign above a dive bar.

Blew out a tyre.

Len pats the nightstand for his glasses. He’s tempted to berate Mick for his terrible driving, or for being out at 3am. A darker place in Len’s cold heart would just love to ask Mick if he’s been driving drunk.

Sighing, Len sends back a single sentence.

On my way.

The phone buzzes again with an Apple Maps link and an irritating animated broccoli giving a thumbs-up.

The map link takes Len to a country road just past Keystone. He can barely see against the rain, but finally he makes it.

Mick is sitting on a covered bench at a bus stop, stuffing his face out of a half-empty box of donuts. “You made it,” he yells, his voice just carrying over the din of rain on a tin roof. He sounds surprised.

Len darts under the shelter. “What are you doing out here, Mick?” He’s trying to sound every bit the hard-nosed boss keeping his underling in line, but somehow it comes out like a gentle sigh.

Mick looks up at Len with the face of a kid caught with his head in the cookie jar. “I wanted donuts,” He points at the road near his overturned motorcycle. “There was a pothole.”

“Yes,” Len says with exaggerated patience. “You’re out in the middle of the country, at night, on a road with no lights, in a storm. There probably was.”

Mick nods solemnly, like he’s really learning from this predicament.

“Is there a reason why you didn’t get donuts from the corner store a block from the safe house?” Blank face. Len tries again. “Why go way out past Keystone, Mick?”

Something unfamiliar crosses Mick’s face, gone again before Len can try to read it. Mick slides along the bench, patting the space next to him. Len sits, huddling into his partner’s warm side against the rain.

Oddly quiet, Mick says, “They’re tearing down my old farmhouse. Wanted one last look before they turn it into apartments for rich bastards, y’know?”

Len sighs, reaching out to clap Mick on the back. “Sorry, buddy.”

“Yeah.” They sit there for a minute longer, just staring out into the rain.

Till Mick stands up, grabbing the soggy box. “Bringing these back for Axel,” he says, conspiratorially revealing three rainbow-frosted donuts huddling at the corner of the box.

“I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.” Len pats Mick on the shoulder. “C’mon, buddy. Let’s go home.”

“Thanks for coming to get me,” Mick says, as he climbs onto the back of Len’s bike.

Len shrugs, casual, but he’s smiling into the darkness. “Always.”

The warehouse is all but empty. For a horrible, interminable moment, Len thinks he might be too late.

Stumbling in the half-light, he hears a yelled out, “Over here, boss!” from one of the crew.

He pushes past him, towards the only thought in his head. Mick.

The rival gang have done a number on him. The whole right side of his face is purple. Len doesn’t want to see what’s lurking under his once-white shirt, now brown with dirt and dried blood. Mick is curled in on himself on the floor, groaning.

“He’s hardly conscious, boss,” someone says.

Len shoves him away. “Get out. Give me a minute.”

When the crew’s gone, when Len is alone with Mick, only then does he run his hand down the side of Mick’s face that isn’t speckled with ugly bruises.

Mick’s eyes flutter open. “You came,” he croaks.

Len’s planning brain is already spinning into overdrive, calculating exactly how he’s going to take out the bastards that did this. He’s gonna make it messy and brutal.

But right now, he just strokes Mick’s face and murmurs, “Always.”

+1.

In this business, a job can go one of three ways.

There are the successful grand heists, the celebrate-for-weeks jobs. Where your crew get out with the score, nothing worse than minor scrapes, and a treasure trove of stories to tell for years to come.

Then there are the close calls, the just-get-out-with-your-ass-in-one-piece jobs. Where you scrape out with what you came for, but not without damage.

And there are the ones that go like this disaster of a job. Throw-away-the-plan jobs. Burn-the-score-and-run jobs. Jobs where your crew don’t make it out to tell the tale… Not all of them.

As Len watches, a warehouse packed to the rafters with art is going up in flames. Of fucking course it is — because Mick is inside.

He’s burning up right along with the score, too lost in the flame even to make a sound. The horror has already had Len doubled over retching — and now he’s about to walk the fuck away. Every muscle in his body is screaming where Mick is silent, trying to fix him to the spot, but Len is walking away.

He’s straining hard to hear anything above the roar of the bright monster consuming his world from the inside, but there’s still no word from Mick.

“I’m coming back for you,” he whispers over his shoulder, and it feels like he’s being ripped in two.

In thirty years of partnership, it’s the first lie he’s ever told Mick.

+2.

He’s chained to a rail on Chronos’ ship, the one place he deserves to be.

Mick is empty-eyed, his helmet heavy in his hands.

Len says, “I was always, always coming back for you,” and his lies are a hollow echo in his ears. Like a whisper in a burning warehouse. Like a broken promise.

He doesn’t know the man looming over him. That can’t be his pyromaniac, chilling Len to the bone with that cold stare at his betrayer.

That first lie he told his partner was too easy. Now they’re sliding out one after the other, smooth and comfortable. We’re just here to steal. We’ll go home soon. This crew don’t mean as much to me as you do, Mick.

I was coming back for you.

“No,” Mick says. “You weren’t.”

In all his life, Len has never run out of words. He thought he could talk himself out of the fires of hell if he had to. Turns out, he can’t.

There are no more empty promises left in him.

++1.

He doesn’t think years exist, not really, in this time-forsaken place. But if they do, they pass. And pass. And pass.

He waits at the edge of time, on the dark horizon of the multiverse. Even if he doesn’t know what he’s waiting for.

At first he thinks he’s imagining it. Movement, where nothing has moved in eons. Light, where he’s only ever known darkness. God knows he’s hallucinated enough nightmares here, beside the twisted wreck of the Oculus that plays out a thousand lifetimes in his brain, on an endless repeating loop, till he’s at the vanishing point of his sanity.

But then there’s a rumbling earthquake, a hole being ripped in the universe, and he knows it’s real.

Someone’s coming for him.

Then he’s on the ground, and Time is shaking him to pieces.

And Mick — Mick — is on the ground with him, holding him together.

“You came back for me,” he croaks. It feels like he hasn’t spoken in centuries.

“‘Course I did, Lenny.” Mick’s voice — God, Mick’s voice — is surprised, like it was never even a question. “Always.”

Len reaches through the chaos for more words and comes up empty. There’s only Mick. “You came back for me.”

With wide, shining eyes, Mick just repeats, “Always.”

#dccoldwave #mick rory #leonard snart #coldwave #legends of tomorrow fanfic #angst with a happy ending #and some fluff #NO REALLY THERE'S FLUFF #ok and a brief bit of whump #don't you people know me by now #my fic #the flash fanfic #none of us can queue this alone

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moon--vixen · 4 years

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Glimwood diaries

April 27th, 2020

today, it rained for the first time in...gosh, I don’t even know how long! I do know this is the first rain that lasted the entire day since I moved onto this island though. the other two days were only some of the day. so I finally got to pull out this raincoat I was gifted a while back!

the first thing I did was visit Marshal, who was making something new!

I uh...

um....bed please....

thankfully Marshal only remembered the recipe, but I still got outa there pretty quickly. on the beach near our houses I found a little bottle, and it gave me a fossil doorplate card! that’ll be fun once I finally complete that section of the museum! wouldn’t want to accidentally use one I needed, yanno?

I checked the top of the hill, and I was surprised to see the house had been torn down! I had been expecting to see Opal already busy moving in, but I suppose that’ll have to wait till tomorrow..

you’ll never guess who decided to show up on this rainy day though. sure, I’m happy to be rid of the bugs I’ve been holding onto...but still...

I went to visit mom to get a few items from her able sisters. the view from the plane feels so familiar lol

when I got home, I found Fuchsia and Hamlet having an “anything you can do I can do better” battle.

it was...certainly something.

I’m still working on this pet project, but...I’m not liking how it looks. those 3 big rocks are just giving me the biggest fits...

I decided to take a brake and visit a friend, where I finally learned how to make that cute little table!

while I was there, I got to see a very familiar face. and my friend, being her usual nasty self. it was...a very interesting trip.

but she did let me have a whole bunch of lily hybrids so that was nice!!

as fun as my trip was, I came home to some very sad news though.

now Audie wants to leave!

I begged her not to go, and thankfully she agreed, but...it does make me wonder what I’m doing wrong...I make sure to talk to them whenever I see them, I send them letters and give them gifts, and I’m doing my best to make this island as lovely and fun as possible...so...why do they all want to leave..

I decided to check in on Beau in the hopes it’d cheer me up, and found Poppy visiting him as well. I’m so glad she’s getting along with everyone so well.

feeling a bit better, I decided to get a bit more comfortable and settle in for a few more hours of working on this pattern.

it’s so perfect for this chilly evening, and my new bedroom.

though I get the feeling I won’t get much done before the rain and my boredom puts me to sleep..at least there’s always tomorrow!

#animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #acnh #glimwood diaries #finally #internet came back so I can get this posted #it's well after midnight but oh well #at least it's been done

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buttercupwriter7 · 4 years

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Family Christmas Party - t.h.

You know how sometimes when you’re just so excited, ready for the next day to begin, that you can’t sleep?

Today was one of those days. I went to bed early to make sure I got enough rest for the next day. It was currently 6 am and I’d already been up for two hours, unable to sleep more. Just too excited. Today was my family Christmas party. I always love these parties but this years was bound to be the greatest of them all. Usually it’s my family, grandma, aunts and uncles, sometimes a couple of cousins. Most of the cousins are hard to get everyone together at once.

I laid in bed, trying to go back to sleep but failing miserably. Pulling out my phone I send out a quick message to Tom. He’s coming this year and that’s one of the reasons why I’m so excited. It’s my first year with a boy to bring to meet the family at holiday time. We got so lucky that he had a break from filming the newest Spider-Man movie and it was conveniently near the Christmas Party.

“Hey, you excited for today?” I send him.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, what should I wear?” He sends back.

I laugh, “anything, you’ll look great no matter what ;)”

Tom replied, “haha hey that’s my line, can’t wait to see you. 4 right?”

“Yep! See you soon,” I send to him.

I force myself out of bed and get dressed. I head upstairs and find myself surprised that no one else it awake yet. I cut up fruit for the fair salad, decorate some cookies and pull out the Christmas dishes.

After an hour of setting up alone, my mom and aunt come out to help. We decorated more cookies, prepared the food for dinner and set up some cute decorations.

“Is Tom still coming?” My aunt asks smiling.

“Yes, he’ll be here at 4!”

“Ohhhh, I can’t wait to meet him!” She exclaims. My family have heard about Tom, mostly from me. But they also know he’s an actor so they’ve seen him on social media here and there.

We finished decorating the kitchen and living room and I head down to shower and change for the party. I look at my phone and notice it’s already 2. I jump in the shower quick and get dressed in my black and red striped sweater with my dark skinny jeans, Christmas socks showing proudly. I dried my hair and curled it slightly.

By the time I was done it was already 3:45 and people were starting to show up. One of my cousins Max was the first one there, I greeted them when I come upstairs and he was excited to see me.

“Y/N! I’m so glad you came!” He joked, I laughed and punched his arm.

“No! I want to thank you for intruding in on my house,” I joked back and I said hi to his kids who went straight for the presents under the tree.

“No, wait! Those are for after dinner!” Max yelled after them.

They looked sad and Max looked over to me, still talking to them, “Y/N’s boyfriend will be here soon. Come hang out with her before he gets here!”

The kids ran over and I held them both, “my gosh! You guys have gotten so big! You hungry?”

They both nodded and we ate snacks and sat at the table.

“I’ve got a gingerbread house, do you guys wants to decorate it with my?”

“Yeah!” Both Josh and Emma said at the same time.

I broke out the kit and used the frosting to glue the house together. As soon as it was dried, the kids set to decorate it. Josh decorated his side with blue candies and green gumdrops. Emma decorated her side with pink sugar balls, Christmas trees and TONS of frosting on the roof.

As soon as they were done decorating I put the house up on the counter to dry.

The kids grabbed more snacks and ran back into the living room by the rest of the family.

I watched the clock carefully, watching as more and more family came in through the door. But still no Tom.

It was now almost 5 and almost everyone had arrived, Tom was still MIA.

I kept my seat at the table, making conversation with family but still watching the window for that black Audi. It was a gift from Robert Downey Jr, tricked out with Spider-Man seats and everything.

Max walked over and grabbed my shoulder, “don’t worry, he’ll show. And if he doesn’t, I’ll kick his butt.”

I smiled, “Thanks Max.” The kids ran over and pulled me into the living room with everyone else. They’re all sitting around talking, snacking and wine sipping. The amount of gifts around the tree grew tremendously. I know that they’re all for the little kids, but I still have hopes that there’s a little something in there for me.

The doorbell rang, but I didn’t hear it. I was busy having an arm wrestling contest with Max. Apparently everyone else heard it though because it got real quiet. Max let me win our battle and we laughed before stopping, noticing no one else was making a noise.

“Who is that?” Aunt Mandy asked, trying to think of who else wasn't there already. I stood up and headed to the door. I didn't see that Audi I loved so much and my hopes deflated. Opening the door, changed my mind. Tom was standing there, with a bouquet of roses, a full trash bag, cookies and flour in his hair.

I covered my mouth, laughing at his appearance.

“Wanna help me in?” He asked with that smirk of his.

I nodded, laughing again. “Come on in, Santa Tommy.”

This time he laughed, I grabbed the flowers and trash bag.

“What’s in here??” I asked about the bag.

“Presents,” he smiled at me.

He put his goodies and I went to hug him. We hugged and then he kissed me.

“You’re late,” I scolded him lightly.

“I was baking....and almost burnt the house down.” He said getting quiet.

“Geez! I thought it taught you how to use the oven,” I giggled and he shrugged.

“I don’t know what went wrong, but I brought flowers for you, to make up for being late.”

“You've got flour in your hair,” I brushed his hair out of his face. “And I love the roses, thank you.”

He brushed more flour out of his hair and I grabbed a vase for the flowers. We made out way out to the kitchen where everyone was staring at us.

“Everyone, this is Tom. Tom, this is my family.” I said. I could introduce them all individually.

Tom waved a little and smiled that smile that makes me the happiest.

Everyone went back to their conversations.

I helped him put out the cookies and we walked into family room holding hands, his other hand holding the full garbage bag.

“What’s that?” Josh asked.

Tom smiled, “presents. I’m Tom.”

He shook Josh’s hand and it was adorable how cute he was with my little cousins.

Tom dumped the gifts out of the bag, right near the fireplace. There was almost no room for them.

I slowly introduced Tom to everyone as we made the rounds.

Tom ended up over talking to my uncle John and I went back to sit down by the kids. Max poked my shoulder and I turned around, “what's up?”

“He seems nice,” he said.

I nodded looking back at Tom, “he is. He’s a good one.”

“He better be better than good. You’re the best which means he needs to be equivalent to that, otherwise unworthy.” He said seriously but laughed a little.

“You should talk to him, he’s really smart. Maybe if you ask nice he’ll give you some Marvel secrets,” I say, nudging him.

Max apparently didn't want to wait. He shouted across the room, “hey Tom!”

Tom turned right away, looking like the was waiting to be saved. “Yeah?”

“Y/N says you like to share Marvel secrets?” Max asks. He’s such a good, he knows who Tom is and his past with accidentally giving out spoilers.

Tom laughed, “Yeah apparently I do.”

Max leaned back on the couch, crossing his arms, “tell me what happens in the new Spider-Man movie, tweeny bop.”

Tom laughed and ran a hand through his perfect hair, he didn’t want to be the focus of this family Christmas party. He looked at me and shook his head, “if I could I would man. If I spoil another movie I’ll be worse than Ruffalo.”

“But I do have something you might enjoy in place of trade secrets.” He looked to me for confirmation but I was confused. Did he forget to bring something? He jumped up, grabbing my hand as he ran out to get his shoes.

“Tom!” I yelped, almost tripping over everything we passed.

We got into the hallway and he pulled me in for a quick yet deep kiss.

“What was that for?” I asked breathless.

He rested his forehead on mine for a minute before looking into my eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I said back, I’d never meant anything more in my life. Between the way he interacted with my family and was dedicated to me, I knew he was the one.

“What’re we doing?” I asked him.

“Right,” he said blinking, he ran out to his car and came back within 30 seconds.

“That was fast,” I commented.

“It is freezing out there.”

“What’ve you got??” I asked again and again he ignored me. It looked like another garbage bag.

We came back into the living room, he sat with his back to the fire and me next to him, holding Josh.

“Since I knew I would be asked for secrets, per usual, and I cannot give any out, I’ve got these instead. Hopefully they make up for it.”

He reached into the bag and pulled out some Spider-Man memorabilia including posters, toys and costumes for the little kids, all signed of course.

Wow, I thought to myself, this was beyond dedication.

Max’s eyes lit up and he thought it was the coolest thing, “I’ll take one of each.”

No matter the age, everyone loves free things. And they love free things even more if they are from one of their favorite movies.

Tom laughed and handed him the bag so he could take his pick.

Shortly after he finished showing off some of the souvenirs he brought, my mom announced dinner. We all got up and grabbed food from the kitchen, searching for a place to sit. We found space to eat downstairs where it was a little more quiet.

We started eating in silence, hearing the soft music and conversations going on above us.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” I say taking a drink of my pop.

“Me too, I’m sorry I was so late. Robert called me while I was at the store getting groceries for the cookies and I was too loud and some girls recognized me so I had to stop and take pictures. So that took longer. And there is a LOT of snow here and it’s still snowing and hard to see while driving. Then the cookies went terribly wrong and I just...”

“It’s okay Tom, I was just worried....that you weren’t going to come. Maybe something more important came up and....I don’t know,” I shrugged, feeling guilty now that I’ve actually spoken my mind. It’s not that I was worried hew aunt going to show, just more that he was going to decide something was bigger and better than his girlfriend’s family holiday party.

“Hey, I’m sorry I was late, but I just need you to know this. I would not have missed this for the world. You’re my favorite person and I don’t ever want you to think that I would blow you off,” Tom smiles hugging me.

I smile back and place my empty plate on the table, “You’re the best.”

“I know,” Tom shrugs with a laugh.

We play a couple of very competitive rounds of foosball, which I won. Tom fake pouted for a while before we headed back upstairs to join the rest of the party.

Tom grabbed a cookie and we made out way into the living room. My mom was FaceTiming with Jeremy, my other cousin and Max’s older brother, who was coming in tomorrow, delayed by work and the snow. “Hey Y/N! Jeremy’s on the phone, here!” She passed her phone to me.

“Great!” I grabbed the phone and looked at his scruffy, bearded face. “Hi Jeremy, we miss you!”

Tom jumped up to grab another cookie while I spoke with my cousin.

“I know! I’m great! I’ll be there tomorrow to hang out with you guys, so don’t have too much fun yet. The weather totally sucks up here,” he laughed at himself.

I rolled my eyes, “yeah, yeah, don't remind me. Just drive safe when you guys are coming up! Also tell Jessica she’s my favorite!” I complimented his soon-to-be wife because she’s awesome.

He fake gasped, looking hurt by my comment.

Tom walked back over to me, three cookies in his hand. He sat down next to me, arm around my shoulders.

“Uh....Y/N,” Jeremy says.

“Yes Jeremy?”

“Who is that boy and why does he have his arm around you?”

I laughed turning the phone over to Tom’s reddening face, “my boyfriend Tom.”

Tom waved and said hello.

Jeremy’s smile dropped, “Hello. Give me a minute with the kid.”

Tom looked nervous. “Sure thing.”

I shot him a thumbs up before he walked away with the phone in his hand.

I look over to Max who is smirking at me and the kids. They couldn't wait any longer and began shaking all of the gifts.

“What are you laughing at?” I shot at him.

He laughed more, “if you wanted to keep that boy of yours, you wouldn’t gave handed him over to Jeremy.

I roll me eyes, “I have faith in BOTH of them. I’m not too worried. Besides, Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can beat him up then if I have to.” Max laughed again, “I’d pay to see that.”

Tom then came back into the room, handing the phone off to my mom.

“How’d it go?” I asked him as he sat back down next to me.

He wiped his hands on his pants, “I’ve never been so nervous in my life. Not even when I met RDJ. Oh my god.”

It was my turn to laugh this time, “Oh sweetie, you’re okay. Jeremy will be here tomorrow so I can talk to him for you if you’d like.”

Tom’s cheeks turned red, “No, it’s okay. I’ll get over my feat of him before then. Hopefully. Maybe.”

I then got a text adn I looked at it, it said it was from Jeremy and it read, “he’s a good one. keep him. see you tomorrow.”

I smiled, my family plus Tom made for the best celebrations of all time.

The kids then opened gifts, the adults played white elephant and craziness ensued. Most of the family left shortly after gifts and dessert. But for the who were left, we played Christmas movies. Elf was first and then we began watching Home Alone.

Tom looked to be getting tired so I grabbed his hand and ushered him off of the couch. I brought him downstairs and brought him to his overnight accommodations, the couch. I kissed him and watched him collapse onto his bed, already passed out. I went back upstairs to say goodnight to the rest of the family and goodbye to those not staying for tomorrow. I headed back downstairs to rest up for the next day.

The next day we were doing family brunch for those who were in town longer than just a day.

I woke up, having slept in til 8:30. Getting dressed and heading down the hallway. I passed by the living room and saw no Tom on the couch. Confused I went upstairs and could head hushed whispers. As I walked in I saw them. Tom sitting on the couch with Max and Jeremy, Josh on his lap. They seemed to be in an intense, hushed conversation about being the scenes of the Spider-Man movies. None of them even noticed I had come upstairs until Finn saw me and ran over, jumping into my arms with a huge hug.

“Good morning,” he smiled at me with that cute toothless, 6 year old smile.

“Hi Josh,” I smiled back.

“Uncle Jeremy is here and he’s being nice to your boyfriend,” he laughed as he spoke to me.

I giggled back, “well I hope he’s being nice. Otherwise I’ve gotta kick his butt!”

“Yeah!” Josh quietly shouted.

I put him down and went over and hugged Jeremy, “when did you guys get here?”

“’Bout an hour ago, didn't hit as much traffic as we thought. We’re staying over at Anne’s, Jessica is showering then coming over to eat.” He said, hugging me back.

“Great! We’re so excited for your wedding, I expect a full on party.” I said sharing my excitement. Jeremy was the last kid in his family to get married and he is so much fun that we’re all expecting an unforgettable wedding.

“It’s going to be rad, I really hope you bring your boy here. He’s pretty cool.” Jeremy said, nudging my side. I’m so glad that my family loves Tom as much as I love him and he loves them. They just love that I’m happy and have someone so special to share things with. And it means so much to me that my family, who can sometimes be a little too honest and judgmental, love Tom after just a day of knowing him.

I looked back over at Tom who was once again having an intense conversation with Max, most likely about another Marvel film.

I nodded, “hopefully he has time off, I’d love to bring him with.”

We sat down with the other boys and joined in on their conversation. It only lasted about a half an hour before everyone else was awake and we began prepping for brunch. We all ate and hung out more, playing Pictionary and What Do You Meme.

Tom was excited to be spending so much time with me and my family around the holidays since he was away from his own. He didn’t have enough time off to fly back to London and visit his own family, so he was glad to be able to spend it with someone’s family.

You sat at the table, after the most recent game of Pictionary and your team had won. There were many conversations happening and you looked over and saw Tom looking at you longingly. You tipped your head over to the other room and he followed you. You grabbed his hand and lead him downstairs. The two of you sat on the couch facing each other.

Tom leaned in and kissed you, long and passionately. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve been right here with you all day, English.” I say back at him, in between kisses.

I pulled away eventually to take a breath and he smiled at me, the sweetest smile.

“Are you having fun?” I asked him, playing with his hand.

Tom nodded at me, “I am, I’m so lucky to have you.”

I blushed and scooted closer to him, “I’m lucky to have you. I’m lucky to be a part of your superhero life, to be able to call you mine. You’re mine.”

He kissed me once again, this time sweet and lovingly. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Tom.”

I love you too

FIN

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Hey guys! This is my first official fic and I hope you like it! I think I’ll maybe do a second part where they couple attends the cousin’s wedding. What do you guys think? Also I’m new to writing for people but I’d love to do some requests! Let me know what you guys wanna see :D

- KK

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Stark Spangled Banner- One Shot:Empire State of Mind

Katie Stark and Steve Rogers- How it all began…

So this is a little different to how I normally write, so I hope you all enjoy it. I was listening to the radio and ‘Empire State of Mind’ by Alicia Keys came on and it gave me a bit of inspiration.

Warnings: Language!

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist

Grew up in a town that is famous as a place of movie scenes

Noise is always loud, there are sirens all around and the streets are mean

If I can make it here, I can make it anywhere, that’s what they say

Seeing my face in lights or my name in marquees found down on Broadway

Something catches her eye on the coat hooks by the door. A light blue coat. A woman’s coat.

“Babe…” he begins, but she isn’t listening. She pushes past him into the apartment and glances around. There’s a pair of heels by the couch. Her blood runs cold

“Kay…”

Pushing open the door to the bedroom she stops dead. There’s a woman in there. A blonde woman. Lying, in the bed. On her side. Her chest tightens, her word crumbles and she turns to her boyfriend, who is stood in the doorway, guilty expression on his face.

“Katie…”

She punches him square in the nose, brings her knee up sharply into his groin leaving him groaning on the floor before she runs, stumbling onto the street. The rain is cold as she gasps for breath, shaking with anger. Before she knows what she is doing, she’s dug a huge scratch down the side of his car, his silver Audi A5, his pride and joy, with her keys. And then the red mist well and truly descends and she wrenches open her trunk pulling out the socket wrench for the tyres…

“Katie…what the fuck…”

She hears his yells as she brings it down with a crash into one headlight, then the other in a fit of rage she doesn’t ever recall having had in her life before. A hand catches her wrist and she spins round, trying to escape out of the hold.

“LET GO OF ME GRANT!”

“I will if you drop that…” She does, and it clatters to the floor as she looks up, tears falling down her face mingling with the cold March rain.

“13 fucking months.” She sobs, her voice quiet “What was it for you, all lies?”

“No, course not…I love you baby…you know I do, I fucked up….” She looks straight into those warm, hazel eyes, the eyes she loves so much and something inside her breaks and it physically hurts. She needs to get away.

“Fuck you…” she whispers softly before she turns and walks to her car.

Even if it ain’t all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams Baby I’m from New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York! These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear it for New York, New York, New York!

She is sprinting. The base is about to collapse on top of them, and they run through the tunnels, weaving in and out of the falling structure.

“We’re clear upstairs sir,” Agent Coulson says on the radio. “We’re good to go.”

Together they hurtle out of the doors and sprint towards a helicopter which is waiting. Agent Fury shoves her up and into the cab and the helicopter starts to fly up in the air just in time before the ground crumbles below them.

She presses her face against the window, glancing down as the facility crumbles. But that wasn’t what she is looking for.

Sir!“ she shouts, pointing when she spots her target.

"Move,” Fury orders the pilot. The pilot turns around and drops altitude, fast. Both whip out guns and she closes one eye and pulls the trigger. Windscreen glass smashes and the jeep swerves off the road and onto the grass verge, making her smirk slightly, Clint has taught her well. She takes aim again but this time doesn’t get a chance. Loki aims his sceptre at the helicopter and hits, causing the helicopter to stall and lurch.

“Jump…!” Fury yells, grabbing her arm. And she does. She rolls along the floor, covering her head as the helicopter passes over and crashes about 20 feet away.

“Shit!” she groans as she gets to her feet, the jeep now well out of range, both hands grab at her hair in frustration.

“Director,“ Coulson says on the radio. "Director Fury do you copy?”

"The Tesseract is with a hostile force,“ Fury replies, glancing at her and then back at the helicopter. "I have men down. Hill?”

“A lot of men still under,” Hill responds. “Don’t know how many survivors.”

“I want every living soul not working rescue looking for that brief case.” Fury commands.

“Roger that,” Hill complies.

“Coulson, get back to base, this is a level seven, as of right now,” Fury continues into the radio. “We are at war.”

“Sir, what do we do?" she asks. He turns to face her and takes a deep sigh.

“He hit us hard…” Fury said, as the sound of another chopper approaching his her ears. “So we hit him back harder.” On the avenue, there ain’t never a curfew, ladies work so hard Such a melting pot, on the corner selling rock, preachers pray to God Hail a gypsy cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight with a hunger for more than an empty fridge

He rounds the street corner, someone is stood there selling something, yelling “Buy some time! Get your time here!” If only he thinks to himself. He spots a café and crosses the street, settling down at a table. He purchases a cup of coffee and pulls out his sketch book, sketching the large building that stretched above him. It’s only when he really paid attention he notices that it reads STARK across the side. He snorts, the building is just the type of thing he would expect to be associated with Howard’s son.

“Waiting for the big guy?” a soft female voice says.

“Ma’am?” he looks up from his drawing, confused slightly as the waitress stands with the coffee pot in her hand.

“Iron Man,” she explains. “Lot of people eat here just to see him fly by.”

“Right,” he says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “Maybe another time.” He pulls out his wallet and drops some cash on the table preparing to leave when the Waitress speaks again.

“Table’s yours as long as you like,” she says kindly, “Nobody’s waiting on it.” She pours him some more coffee and as she walks away she says, “Plus we’ve got free wireless.”

“Radio?” he mutters. She turns back and smiled.

“Ask for her number, you moron,” An elderly man says from the next table over. He stares round at him, confused for a moment, then simply shakes his head.

Everything, even his fucking Baseball team is gone and finding that out is the thing that tips him over the edge, the thing that makes him lose his shit completely, the thing that had him cursing the fact he has been pulled out of the damned ice in the first place. At 10 pm he is in the gym, taking his frustrations out on a punch bag.

Fist after fist, punch after punch as memories fly before his eyes.

"There’s not enough time! I gotta put her in the water.”

“You won’t be alone,” Peggy whispers.

He grips onto his wrapped hands tight and punches the bag in bitter remembrance. He throws one last hard punch across the punching bag that makes it tear away from the ceiling, and broke the bag of sand apart. He is out of breath, trying to calm his anger down. He brushes the sweat away from his forehead and goes to pick up another sandbag by the chains. He starts to hook it up on the ceiling, takes a deep breath and starts again.

Then hears the door open and heels clicking on the laminate flooring of the gym.

“Trouble sleeping?” A soft, female voice speaks, a touch of amusement in her tone. Her accent wasn’t local. He looks up, and for the first time he sees her. Perfect lines, curves, and bright green eyes.

I'ma make it by any means, I got a pocketful of dreams Baby I’m from New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York! These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear it for New York, New York, New York!

They’re in Stuttgart. They’ve traced Loki.

“The sceptre is dangerous.” she says, her eyes flashing as she watches “That’s how he got Barton and everyone else under control. That has to be the first priority, stop him using it.. But even without it, he’s powerful…”

“Alright I’ll take Loki…” he speaks, inhaling. “You start moving these people out to safety.”

She nods, and slips off to the left. He turns to watch Loki again, waiting for his opening as Loki bears down on the old man who has challenged him.

“Look to your elder, people. Let him be an example.” And then, as he raises the sceptre and it started to glow blue he knows he can’t wait any longer. Instinctively he flies out from the shadows, diving in front of the man, blocking the blast with his shield. The beam reflects and knocks Loki down backwards.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing” he says, as the crowd starts to dissipate around them.

Loki cocks his head, but his attention is soon drawn to a point over his shoulder.

“You know we really have to stop meeting like this” she says loudly as she draws level with him, staring at the dark haired man whose attention flickers to her.

“Hello, again Agent Stark…” Loki’s twisted grin spreads across his face

“Yeah, hi…” she shrugs, waving, concentrating on keeping him talking enough to let people get out of the way and back up to arrive “How many times is this, 3? You know you could just ask me on a date…” “It is nothing but sheer, dumb luck that has kept you alive the last 2 times we met…”

“Well technically the first time we didn’t meet. You sent that big fire shooting robot thing after your brother, you didn’t actually come yourself. Why was that? Too scared?”

He side eyes her. She’s good. Definitely has Howard’s gift of the gab. He sees Loki’s grin slip again, before he sneers down, his attention flickering from the woman to his left and over to him.

“And you. The soldier. A man out of time”

“I’ve got a shot…” Romanoff sounds in his ear and he gives a little smirk.

“I’m not the one who’s out of time.”

But it never works out how you plan, does it? As Romanoff sends him a warning, Loki replies by sending his own- a blast of blue at the Quinjet, which maneuverers upwards just in time. And then they fight, the 3 of them. Ducking, diving, kicking, vibranium flying, shocks sounding. Loki is strong, the strongest opponent he has ever fought and at one point the god gains the upper hand, tripping the Captain, sending him to his knees. As he stands over him, he has his head bowed, as Loki, points the tip of the sceptre on his helmet.

“Kneel…”

“Not today!” he says, flipping his body over and then she runs forward, aiming a two footed kick at Loki’s chest which sends him stumbling backwards. They begin to fight again, almost like they are performing some kind of twisted tango, then suddenly there’s a loud blast of music. She instantly stills and looks up, scanning the sky for something.

“Hey Kiddo, did you miss me?!” a male voice asks and her face splits into a grin. He looks up to see Iron Man fly over the top, blasting Loki backwards to the ground.

He lands in between the Captain and the Agent, turning to look at the woman. “You know one of the problems of little sisters is always having to bail them out.”

“You’ve never bailed me out of a fight yet!” she snorts indignantly as Iron Man turns to look at Loki, his suit shooting out every piece of weaponry it contains.

“Make your move, reindeer games…”

Loki puts his hands up and surrenders, his armour suddenly vanishing leaving him in a long, emerald green jacket with a black leather trousers and top underneath.

“Good move.”

“Mr Stark…” he says, not looking at him as he greets his friend’s son for the first time.

“Captain…”

One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams, all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put your lighters in the air, everybody say Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

They lose Loki, but get him back again after she talks his brother, the God of Thunder down in the middle of the forest. Then they row, about SHIELD building Weapons with the tesseracts, about egos, about being on a threat list.

“Wait, you’re on that list?” Tony looks at him “Are you above or below angry bees?”

He feels the anger bubbling in his chest and he snaps back, stepping forward towards the man, holding his gaze.

“Stark, so help me God, if you make one more wisecrack…”

“Threat! Verbal threat. I feel threatened” Tony says, pointing at him.

“Tony for once in your life shut up!” she yells at her brother, angry flushes redden her cheeks.

“Who died and made you President?” Tony childishly replies and raises his eyebrow at her

“God you’re such a dick!”

“Fuck off!” Tony replies

“Hey.” he feels himself snap again.

“What’s your problem now?” Tony glares at him.

“You shouldn’t speak to her like that.” he has no idea why but he feels compelled to defend her. Her brother snorts. “Thanks but I can handle him on my own…” she folds her arms and looks at him, but it isn’t an unkind glare. It’s almost a thank you.

“You speak of control yet you court chaos.” Thor’s voice loudly cuts over everyone quieting the room down slightly.

“That there, that’s his M.O., isn’t it?” Bruce Banner points at Thor “I mean, what are we, a team? No, we’re a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We’re a time bomb"

“You need to step away.“ Director Fury speaks darkly.

"Why shouldn’t the guy let off a little steam, right?” Tony asks placing his hand on the Captain’s shoulder as if they were old friends.

“You know damn well why, back off.” he says said angrily throwing Tony’s hand off.

“Oh, I’m starting to want you to make me.” Tony says straightening up in front of him.

He smiles somewhat condescendingly. “Right, big man in a suit of armour. Take that off, and what are you?”

“Genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist.” Tony shoots right back.

At that point she steps in between them both.

“Stop it!”

“I know guys with none of that worth ten of you.” he hisses and she spins, gently pushing on his chest. He acknowledges her touch by stepping back slightly but he continues to goad Tony “Yeah I’ve seen the footage, the only thing you really fight for is yourself. You’re not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on the wire and let the other guy crawl over you.”

“I think I would just cut the wire.” Tony responds nonchalantly.

“Tony I mean it…” she says, still in between the two of them as she spins back to face her brother. “For once in your life…”

“Always a way out.” he can’t help but bite back, “You know you may not be a threat but you better stop pretending to be a hero.”

“A hero?” Tony repeats in disbelief, and with that he moves his sister out of the way, stepping forward. “Like you? You’re a laboratory experiment Rogers, everything special about you came from a bottle.”

“Put on the suit, let’s go a few rounds.” he hisses, the two men now almost nose to nose.

Thor’s loud laugh rings across the lab “You people are so petty, and tiny.”

“Not helping!” she snarls, rounding on the god.

The sniping continues until Banner makes them all nervous as he picks up the sceptre. The tension diffuses somewhat as the location of the Tesseract is found, but as he watches her read the screen, he has a split second to register the look of shock and horror on her face as she locks eyes with him, before the ground shakes as they’re hit.

Differences are thrown aside as they battle their enemy. Loki escapes, sending Thor plummeting to Earth and after transforming into the Hulk they have no idea where Banner is either. They regain the archer, Clint, Hawkeye.

But Coulson is dead. And she thinks it is her fault, for choosing to try to release Thor, but he assures her it isn’t, and that he would have done the same. A gentle hug as she cries is all he can do. She’s small in his arms, but not weak. Now the mood is solemn as they are left floating in the sky, with no idea what to do next. All previous differences are put aside as they grieve, mourn the loss of one of their own. And then it’s back to business as they figure out Loki’s play- he wants a monument in the sky with his name plastered all over it after all.

And the Avengers assemble on the streets of Manhatten.

In New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York! These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you

They are operating as a team now, and he falls into his natural role as leader, as Captain. His instructions as to keep the aliens fighting and their attention off civilians whilst trying to figure out how to close the portal. They’re back to back and he looks around as she takes down another alien with an expert shot between the eyes and he feels a surge of pride at how fiercely she is fighting.

“Cap.” Clint’s voice came through the radio. “The bank on 42nd past Madison. They cornered a lot of civilians in there.”

He stops dead as does she. The two exchange a look and she nods.

“We’re on it.“ He says back.

They turn and ran back in the direction of the bank. When they arrive she doubles over, catching her breath as the pair of them glance through the glass doors. Most civilians are located on the lower floor, in the lobby whilst the Chitauri stood on the upper portion of the bank, pointing their weapons down.

“Shit…” she sighs “how do we get in there without setting them off in a firing frenzy?”

He is looking around for a solution when he suddenly spots one. He points to the small annex at the side of the bank. It’s one story high with a flat roof. “If we get up there we can get through onto the top balcony of the bank.”

She nods and together they run round the back to the alley which was lined with dumpsters.

“You saw Nat right?” he asks, gesturing to his shield. She nods and easily clambers up onto the dumpster. She takes a second then jumps onto the shield and he propels her easily upwards. As he watches she twists and manages to reach the edge of the building easily, the top half of her body safely over the ledge. He vaults onto the dumpster and takes a running jump, catching onto the ledge and pulling himself up. They make their way over the roof, using the various steel vent columns to hide. The aliens have their back to them both but one is doing something on the floor.

“Cap… that’s a-“

He knows what it is. And sighs. “We’ve got to get in there…”

“But how, if we go charging in then-“

“We’ve no other option…” he says, “look, I’ll go first. If you follow, hopefully we can get their attention and keep the fight on us.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. He backs up a few spaces and then runs, clearing the meter gap between the two buildings with ease, going shield first through the window of the bank. She follows a few moments later, rolling over on the landing before leaping up. There is a moment’s pause as the aliens registered their arrival, punctuated only by the rapid beeping of the bomb in the background.

Then, the fight begins. He hurls his shield one of the Chitauri’s heads. Another one growls, shooting off its spear, as he dives for cover landing in front of a desk, kicking it forward. She approaches another one and leaps into the air, snapping its head as she arches over the top of it, before throwing it down onto the lower portion of the bank.

"Everyone, clear out!” she yells over the railing, looking down at everyone below.

He turns to another alien that was coming at him, and he raises his shield pushing the alien backwards. But another grabs him from behind in a headlock. He gives a yell as he feels it gripping at his head but he dodges under its arm, leaving his helmet behind and giving a huge two footed kick into its back, sending it over the railing. Meanwhile, his partner manages to squirm out of the hold of the one holding her and he kicks at it before spinning it round and using it as a shield to take the shots fired from the one remaining Chitauri.

“Katie!” he yells as the remaining Chitauri scrambles to pick up the ticking bomb. He races over to her, grabs her round the waist just as the Chitauri throws the bomb in their direction.

His shield takes most of the impact but the force of it sends them both flying out of the window. He twists in mid-air so that she is clutched to his chest and sheltered from the impact as they crash onto the top of a car, his body taking the blow, the roof of the car crushing under his weight and the impact they hit it with. That hurt. He opened his arms to let her out of his grip, moaning slightly as he rolls down and lands on his back on the floor. He opens an eye and stands up, looking around taking deep breaths, eyeing up the chaos. The sounds around him dim slightly, and everything seems to be moving slower. He starts to wonder how they’re going to actually win this one. He looks around and spots the civilians coming out of the bank. One of them he recognises vaguely…

“Captain… Steve!” a voice cuts through his thoughts and he spins round, pulling himself up to full height as he looks at her, then he notices 3 of the aliens stood a few feet away. He grabs her arm and pulls her behind him and his shield.

The 3 Chitauri Warriors look back at them for a moment before they launch. He does the same, snapping the neck of one, ripping the arms off another, using his shield to cave in its head. It writhed in front of him on the floor before going silent.

He turns to look at Katie, the third at her feet as she slid her gun away. They lock eyes for a split second, chests heaving as they catch their breath and then there’s a loud bang above them. Instinctively they both duck and look up, attention to the sky.

One of the leviathans has exploded in the air as Iron Man shoots out from its tail end, and comes crashing down to Earth, taking out a glass bus stop a few hundred yards from where they were. Then he flies off again, his thrusters at full pelt.

They go again, it’s a fierce fight. Shield, hammer, bullets, arrows. At one point he thinks they are clear and drops his shield to his side, and he is caught in the stomach by one of the rays which burns through his uniform, scorching his skin. He drops to his knees, clutching at his side hissing slightly at the stinging and then she is there. Green eyes searching his, asking if he is ok as she kneels down, one hand on his shoulder, the other gingerly pressing just underneath the wound as she bends to get a look at it.

And then Natasha says she can close the portal. He tells her to do it, but Tony stops them.

“I’ve got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute. And I know just where to put it.” Tony says.

“Stark, you know that’s a one way trip.” he warns, turning away from her slightly as he speaks, looking up into the sky.

“Tony. Don’t you dare I…. I…” she begins to protest and he turns to her, sadly.

“To the Stars and back, Kiddo.” Tony’s voice is calm, and she takes a choked breath at his words, the words he always spoke to her as a little girl when he tucked her in at night are echoing in her head, I love you the stars and back.

“Tony…” her voice cracks as she looks up. Tony climbs higher, and higher, past Stark Tower gaining speed before he flings himself through the portal.

Everything goes quiet on the comms. He glances down and she looks up at him meeting his gaze through watery eyes and he sticks his hand out to take hers, squeezing it. He hopes she understands what he is trying to say, that he had been wrong about her brother. He was the one to put his neck on the line after all.

“He’ll be fine…” she says, stubbornly as she turns her head back to look upwards, tears trailing lines on her dirty cheeks, visible under the bottom of her helmet “He’s never let me down before…”

They watch the explosion. The Chitauri soldiers in the street convulse and shake, then stop.

“Come on Tony…” she mutters, as she grips his hand even tighter. He pauses, but there is no sign of the eldest Stark. Nothing. He sighs, he has a code, he never trades lives, but as he watches, he knows that portal has to be closed…and what were the chances of Iron Man surviving that?

“Close it.” he speaks, the words catching in his throat as he turns to look at her, his head bowed. “I’m so sorry Katie…”

She struggles for words, her sobs choking in her throat as he pulls her close, her head burying into his chest. He stands stock still for a moment before he turns his attention back upwards to make sure the portal is closing. He wishes it could have been different, losing men never sits well with him. He feels like he has failed again, just like he failed Bucky.

But as the hole closes a scarlet and gold figure plummets down through the sky.

“Son of a gun.” he says, his lips curling up in a smile as he gently pulls back and directs her attention to the sky where Tony has made it back.

Now you’re in New York! Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There’s nothing you can’t do Now you’re in New York! These streets will make you feel brand new Big lights will inspire you Hear it for New York!

The group escort Thor and Loki to Bethesda Terrace in Central Park, the safest place for Thor to call the Bi-Frost as it can be surrounded on all sides by STRIKE agents, should Loki try and pull a fast one.

Thor firmly grasps his hand before he turns to her and pulls her into a huge, bone crushing hug.

“I will return, Little Stark” He says as he holds out a glass tube in his hands “I’m hoping that with the tesseracts power we can repair the Bi-Frost permanently.”

“Always a pleasure, just don’t bring him with you.” she grins, gesturing to Loki with her head. The dark haired god returns her jibe with a glare, which she greets with a smirk and the raising of the middle finger of her right hand. Thor nods, gently touches her neck with his hand in a sign of friendly affection before she moves back a few steps to the side of her Captain. The group watches as Tony opens the Tesseract’s case. Dr Banner takes it out, holding it carefully between metal forceps and places it into the glass tube Thor is holding. Thor thrusts the end of the tube to Loki, who reluctantly takes it. The blonde haired god shoots one more look round at the group, nodding, before he twists the handle and then the pair step into the energy beam it generates.

The remaining heroes begin to say their goodbyes and he walks over to Tony, holding out his hand and the man shakes it, smiling.

“I was wrong about you.” he says to the inventor.

“So was I” Tony says “Turns out I wouldn’t just cut the wire, huh?” He gives a little laugh as he drops Tony’s hand. He watches as Tony turns to Banner opening the trunk of his car so Banner can drop his bag into it.

She watches the exchange, smiling slightly, before she steps up to his side and speaks to him.

“So what’s next for Captain America?” she asks as he turns to facer her. “I mean, once the weeks of debriefing and analysis are over…”

“I dunno” he says, looking around. “Fury has something in the pipeline for me within SHIELD, apparently. What about you? Back to DC?”

“No, I’ll be sticking around for a while, certainly whilst the clean-up operation gets going so you’ll get to see my smiley, happy face every day…” He laughs and she pouts “That was your cue to say you’re so excited about working with me.”

“Sorry!” he shrugs, peeping out at her from under his hair.

“Whatever, anyway you’re gonna need this.” she says, handing him a piece of paper “That’s my cell number, call me.”

Steve stares at the piece of paper, his thumb stroking the writing on the page before he looks down at her.

“You know, your father would be proud, of you both.”

“I like to think so.” she smiles. “I mean, he is part of the reason I do what I do.”

There was a moment’s pause before he leans forward, hesitating slightly, before he drops a gentle kiss to her cheek. She feels herself flush slightly at the contact of his lips and the compliment, and his own cheeks flush red too.

“See you soon.” He smiles as she turns to go, grinning to herself as she walks towards Tony’s car

“Hey!” he calls and she stops, turning back to face him. “Maybe I could er, stop by the Tower sometime in the next few days, if that’s ok?”

“You do that!” she smiles “Or I’ll come find you instead.”

He nods, waves, smiles and turns back to his bike before she shouts back to him

“Oh and Cap…”

He turns to look over his shoulder

“You might technically be nearly 100 but you don’t look it so ditch the plaid, yeah?”

He frowns, looked down at his shirt before he looks back at her, she shrugs innocently before settling into the car behind her brother.

**** It was late. Almost 1 am, but her side of the bed was cold and empty. Steve raised his head, blinking. He can’t remember her coming to bed, in fact her pillow doesn’t look like she had. He sat up, still, listening slightly and then heard the faint sounds of the piano and her soft voice. He threw the covers back and padded out into the hallway and down to her music room.

He loved watching her play. She did it with such elegance, and her voice was always so soft yet sultry. As he watched, the soft lamp illuminating her features as her hair fell over her face, her graceful fingers flew to the last key and she let out a soft hum of the last note.

“You ok?” he asked giving her a moment.

Katie turned on her seat and smiled at Steve as he walked into the room and gently placed his hands on her shoulders, dropping a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Yeah…” she sighed as his hands gently began to work her muscles.

“It’s late Kitten.” “I know, I got ready for bed but just wasn’t tired.” she says, her eyes closing at his soothing touch. “Any particular reason you were singing that song?” he asked.

“Not really. I heard it on the radio before for the first time in years” she said as he worked her stiff shoulders “It got me thinking about the battle, how we first met.” At that point his right thumb found a knot under her shoulder blade which he dug into, causing her to hiss slightly.

“Sorry.” he said gently, easing off but she shook her head.

“Don’t stop, feels good” she mumbled.

“How about you come to bed and I can do it properly.” he said softly.

“Yeah and how long till it descends into you giving me another earth shattering orgasm?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing.” he pouted.

“Didn’t say that…” she smirked as she tilted her head back to look at him and he leant down so his mouth was an inch or so away from hers.

“Come to bed.” he said softly, and there was something about the way he said it that made desire pool in the bottom of her belly and she nodded, gently pressing her lips to his.

He stepped back allowing her to stand and she turned off the lamp and slipped her hand into his as he led her to their bedroom.

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fangirlinsweden · 5 years

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Promises 5

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: about 2500 words.

Square Filled: Crying themselves to sleep for @star-spangled-bingo

Summary: Y/N always keeps her promises. Always. This time that hurts her.

A/N: This is my second fanfic series for the @star-spangled-bingo.

And I would like to thank @kaunis-sielu & @allaboutthebooz & @itsanerdlife for their help and support. These women are amazing writers, that you need to check out if you haven’t already.

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Promises Masterlist

Steve was miserable without Y/N. The mission she had missed had gone well, but Steve had found that he wasn’t in the best head game and the rest of the team was still mad at him. And they were even madder at him for taking some, according to them, unnecessary risks with his life on the line. This made him try and avoid the rest of the team as much as possible. He wished Y/N would come back soon, but it had only been 5 days, and she had asked for 1-2 weeks free time. But he would not be surprised if she was away longer time.

Steve knew from what Wanda had shared with him that Y/N was at her childhood best friend Wyatt. A friend that Steve hoped to get to meet one day. Steve knew a bit more about Y/N childhood and life before the Avengers then the rest of the team, but he had a feeling that the reason behind that was that he had found her crying in the gym in the middle of the night, this was the night before mother’s day. Y/N had told him about how her mother had tried getting her institutionalized when her ability’s started manifesting themselves. But Y/N’s father had stood by her side and refused that. In the end, her father had won and her mother left them. Steve knew that Wyatt and his family had been an escape for her and that they had supported her and accepted her ability’s. Y/N had eventually ended up at Professor Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngster, where she had got the help to control her abilities. Then Fury, who was a kind of friend of her father, had offered her a place at Coulson’s team. Then she had been introduced into the Avenger team, two years earlier, after the Accord and while everyone was still dead after the snap. She had been a big part of defeating Thanos and getting everyone back to life. Everyone in the team loved her. She fitted in with everyone on the team and she always made sure that everyone was doing okay. Y/N had made sure that everyone came out from their rooms after the big takedown. That they talked about their feelings and all the fighting that had happened between the team. She had made the Avengers into the Avengers again. Made the team whole and happy again. She had also encouraged Peter to go to university, to take some time off from save the world. She had said that he should get a degree and be a normal university student, or at least as normal as he could be. One of the things Y/N had done was to make sure that the team had at least one big family dinner a week. She got everyone involved and they had a great time. They were a family again. Bucky and Tony even started getting closer and friendlier after Y/N had talked to Tony. Steve had no idea what had been said, but whatever she had said to Tony had really made a difference.

Now that she wasn’t at the compound it felt colder and less bright. Y/N always brought the laughter into every room she was in. Steve knew that she had a lot of secrets about her life. One time he had asked her about her past and she had answered that she didn’t live in her past, she lived in the now. She had never told him about why she always kept her promises, but now he knew. He wishes he would have known earlier. Then he would not have fucked everything up as much as he did.

Steve stood looking out the window in his bedroom thinking about Y/N and what he would say when she got back. He needed to be brutally honest with her about his feelings. Just put it all one the line for her and hope she gave him a chance. He just hoped she thought he deserved a chance.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Are we going to talk about it,” Wyatt said on your sixth day with him.

“About what?” You asked looking away, eyes focusing on the bookshelf to your left.

“Don´t even try with me,” he said and you pull a hand through your hair. “I have known you since you were 6 years old. Do you think I can’t see when something is wrong with you?” This was a conversation you knew that you could not push off any longer.

“Okay,” you said and pulled him to the living room and the couch. Then you told him everything that had happened with Steve.

“I know that you have had your feelings played with before,” Wyatt says putting an arm around you hugging you to his chest. “But I think you need to acknowledge the fact that Steve has little knowledge about women. He made a mistake.” You nod at this. It was something you had been thinking about the last couple of days. You site quiet for a while. Your head is spinning with your feelings and thoughts on Steve and the whole situation.

“What are you planning on doing?” Wyatt asked after a couple of minute’s silence.

“I honestly don’t know,” you exhale. “I mean, I still have feelings for him. Even if I want them to be gone, I know in my heart that he is a man that woke up in the wrong era and that he has no idea what he should do. I heard that he listen to Bucky and that is when it all got fucked up. I just don’t know what I want or what I want to do.”

“Well, you can’t hide here for the rest of your life,” Wyatt teased you. You push him in his chest.

“Are you getting tired of me already?” you sass.

“No, absolutely not,” Wyatt admits. “But you have a life. I mean, you are a fucking hero saving the world. As I always knew you would. You need to go back home and figure all of this out.”

You nodded. Wyatt had always been there for you. Not thinking you were a freak. He had always supported you in all you had ever done.

“I am staying a couple of days more. I want to see your father get out of the hospital. I promised him that I would cook him food one time before going back,” You say after a while. Wyatt nodded and left it at that.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was five of days later that you parked the Audi on its spot and took out your bag. You were tired, but you needed to let the team know you were back. The team was your family and even though you had been with your other family, you still missed them when you had been gone. You had talked to Nat, Wanda and Tony while you had been away, but that was all. Even though Steve had messed everything up and you were mad at him, you still had missed him.

“FRIDAY, where are the team?” you ask.

“Bruce is in the lab, Wanda is in the kitchen and Steve is in his bedroom. The rest of the team is out on missions,” Friday answers.

“FRIDAY can you let Bruce know I am back?” You say and thank FRIDAY when she tells you she has notified Bruce. You leave your bag in your room and make your way to the kitchen to talk to Wanda.

Wanda is cooking some food and it smells delicious.

“Hey, Wanda,” you great her.

“Y/N! Welcome home,” Wanda calls out and drags you into a warm, tight embrace. You hug her back and feel how your body starts to relax. It was nice being home again.

“The rest of the team should be back soon,” Wanda says as she releases you from the hug. “I am cooking dinner for everyone. Are you hungry?” You smile at her.

“Yes, I am hungry,” you answer. “Do you need any help?”

“No, I am fine. Why don’t you take a shower and relax. I have FRIDAY tell you when the food is ready,” You thank her and give her another hug before you walk out of the kitchen. You stand in the hallway for a while, wondering if you should go and tell Steve that you are back, but you decide against it. You needed to get your bearings some more before you saw him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

About an hour later you leave your room, feeling refreshed by your shower. You are dressed a pair of jeans and one of Wyatt’s T-shirts that you stole from him. It made you feel ready to meet Steve. You walk in the kitchen and everyone is talking with each other and nobody notices you. So you clear your throat and all eyes’ shout to you. It got really loud and they all take time welcoming you home. Nat holding you a bit longer than the rest, when you noticed that Steve wasn’t in the room.

Everyone is wondering how you are and how your friend is doing. You tell them everything about how Wyatt’s father had been flirting with all the nurses in the hospital and all other fun things you wanted to share with them. And the team went around telling you everything you had missed while you been gone. You notice that they don’t talk about Steve, but you don’t say a word about that. After a while, you can no longer hold it in.

“Have you killed Steve or does he still don’t want me on the team?” you ask looking around the room. It is dead quiet around the room and nobody meets your eye.

“Bucky,” you say after a while. He meets your eye and his eyes seem darker.

“He is alive,” Bucky says, but nobody adds anything.

“So I guess that means I am off the team,” you say. That gets a response. Everyone says no.

“Can someone, please tell me what is going on,” You say when nobody tells you anything.

Bucky tells you about Steve skipping missions and taking time off. Bucky had been on them all and Nat had taken the roll as captain on some of the missions, instead of Steve.

Of what you could understand his head had not been in the game and that was dangerous.

Bucky also tells you that Steve knows that he had overreacted to your demand to take some time free and that he knew he was royally fucked. You nod and look around the room. Nats smirk at you and Wanda is looking like a cat that swallowed the bird. You knew you needed to talk to them alone later.

“Has anyone told Steve that Y/N is back?” Bucky asks after a while.

“No, I told FRIDAY to tell him that dinner was finished,” Wanda answer. “But he said that he was not hungry”.

“I did not tell him I was back,” you say when Bucky looks at you.

You don’t talk more about Steve after that. After a bit longer, when everyone had finished their dinners, you excuse yourself. You were tired and needed to sleep. You send a quick text to Wyatt to tell him that you would talk to him tomorrow then you crawl into bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

But you can’t sleep. Steve’s behaviour is keeping you tossing and turning. You knew you needed to talk to him, but you wished everything could just go back to normal. Back to the way they were before. After a few more minutes you give up on sleep. Instead, you put on a pair of fluffy socks and walk to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate. That would hopefully settle you so you could sleep.

“Jackpot!” you say out loud and did a little happy dance when you found marshmallows in one of the cupboards in the kitchen.

“Y/N,” said a low voice behind you that made you stop what you were doing.

“Hey, Steve,” you said then turn around to look at him.

“When did you get back?” he looking down at his hands.

“A few hours before diner,” you answer. He nods.

“Do you want some hot chocolate?” you wonder. “I made more than enough” You knew you were known by every member of the Avengers for your hot chocolate. You made it from scratch after an old recipe from your grandmother. Everyone loved it when you made it and you know that Steve was not an exception to this. By the way, his face lit up when you asked him, you understood that he had not expected you to offer it.

“Yes, please,” he answered taking a seat at the counter. You study turn to the stow again to stir in the hot chocolate. You had noticed how Steve looked. He had obviously not shaven for the time you had been away, his beard was kind of scruffy. There were dark circles under his eyes and he looked really tired. To be honest, he looked like shit. And it made it hurt in your breast. You knew that it was not your fault, but this just showed you that you still loved him.

Steve sat there looking at her. He could not really get it into his head that she was back. Even though he saw her standing there stirring in the hot chocolate. Every ounce of self-control he had was needed for him not to walk over there and hug her tight. He wanted to fill the silence, but he had no idea what to say to her. He had honestly not expected to see her here in the kitchen in the middle of the night and not when he looked like this. Steve had made a plan of how he would act and what he would say the next time he saw her. But now he could not get a word out of his mouth.

Y/N places a mug in front of him.

“Thank you,” Steve says and sips it. The hot liquid warms his body and he sees her looking at him.

“Y/n,” Steve begins, but gets interrupted of Bucky walking into the kitchen.

“Hot chocolate!” he cheers and walks over to Y/N giving her a hug. “You are the best, Y/N!”

Steve looks angry at Bucky. He really wanted to talk to Y/N alone.

“Help yourself, Buck,” she said and made a gesture in the direction of her bedroom. “I am going back to bed. See you tomorrow” She leaves the room giving them both a small smile.

“God night,” Steve says after her. When she has left the room he turns around looking at Bucky.

“What has crawled up your ass?” Bucky asks drinking his hot chocolate.

“She is finally back and I got her alone in the Kitchen, actually looking at me,” Steve growls. “And you walk in interrupting,” Steve sighs in the end.

“You would have made a mess of it,” Bucky shrugs. “You need to give her more time.” With those words, Bucky leaves Steve alone in the kitchen with his thoughts.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

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takingcourage · 5 years

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Under the Stars

Pairing: Drake x MC

Word Count: 2,300

Summary: As he struggles to get his newborn colicky daughter back to sleep, Drake considers what it means to be a father.

Note: I love Drake Walker, I really do. But I’m having a hard time dealing with the idea of him becoming a father almost immediately after the events of TRR3. In many ways, this story was just a way for me to get used to thinking of him in that new role. With that being said, I haven’t even begun to process what it means for his child to be Liam’s heir. If I choose to explore that particular aspect of his fatherhood, it will be in another story on another day.

This also fulfills the request I received for kiss prompt #14 (standing behind someone, hugging them around the arms or the waist, and kissing the top edge of the shoulder). I hope you enjoy!

Drake jolted from sleep, uncertain exactly what the noise had been that had disturbed his slumber. Rolling onto his side, he tossed out an arm in a vain attempt to find his wife.

Jena had spent the first several months of marriage sleeping curled against his chest, but the pattern had been interrupted of late -- first by pregnancy and more recently by the mugginess that no amount of dehumidifiers seemed able to shake.

Still, they had always slept with some part of their bodies touching – ankles hooked, a hand on her side, her back to his shoulder – finding the bed empty was an anomaly.

He sent out a searching hand in one final effort before prying open eyes that would have much preferred to remain shut and invite further sleep. The glaring face of Jena’s clock confirmed that it was nearly 3:00 in the morning.

Damn.

She’d gotten up for a feeding almost two hours ago. His heart skidded in panic at the realization. Something must be wrong.

Throwing back the blankets, he jerked himself out of bed, not even bothering to put anything on over the boxers he’d been sleeping in. Before he could wrench open the door to the hallway, he noticed a muffled cry coming from the balcony. Drake changed his course, trying to turn the handle as quietly as he could. Even with the moonlight coming in from the paneled glass to guide his movements, it was something of a delicate procedure.

As he twisted the handle, he recognized the sound from before -- a pathetic creak to remind him how long he’d been forgetting to oil the stupid hinges. With a whispered curse he stepped out into the balmy morning air.

Jena was staring out at the water, her back turned to him, though it was obvious that she was still cradling their child in her arms. Breeze tossing her loose hair, she bobbed slowly from side to side, rocking the infant in a steady motion. “Shh, shh, shhhhh.”

The whispers were nearly lost beneath the rush of water and wind. Unsurprisingly, the tactic proved ineffective. A fresh strain of crying broke out just as he latched the door.

Drake’s heart clenched at the baby’s hoarse wails. She sounded exhausted, and if his assumptions were correct, it had been hours since either she or his wife had slept. A pang of guilt stopped him in his tracks. Although he’d taken his fair share of midnight feedings and late-night rockings to sleep, he knew that it wore on Jena so much more than it ever wore on him. When had a simple thing like getting a full night of sleep become something he was ashamed of?

As he pondered the question, his attention shifted from his daughter to his wife. Even without seeing her face, she carried her weariness in every movement. Her shoulders were tilted forward – pulled down more from fatigue than from the weight of the child she carried.

Drake’s whole world was before him. Somehow, he knew without a doubt that those two beings were worth infinitely more than all of the galaxies in the space beyond his sight.

Coming up behind Jena, he encircled her waist, lifting up until his arms supported the bundle she carried. She leaned into his chest as he pressed his lips to her bare shoulder.

There was the strain of tears in her shuddering breath when she turned her face toward him, cheek skimming the tip of his nose. “Hey.” She whispered the syllable tentatively, as if afraid that full voices would do further damage in upsetting the already wide-awake child.

“You should go to bed,” he insisted in low tones. “I’ll stay up with her.”

Lacking sleep, her response was driven by pure emotion. “I just don’t know what to do. It’s been hours and she hasn’t stopped crying. She’s absolutely miserable.”

He tightened his hold on them, eager for anything to assuage the influx of tears that were glistening in her eyes. “The doctors said she’ll grow out of it.”

“But it’s hurting her and I can’t do anything about it.” Her protest came out in a choked breath.

“I think the best thing is for you to get some rest tonight. Wearing yourself ragged won’t do her any good.” Drake let go of her slowly, turning her to face him.

Eyes adjusting to the moonlight, he could see her resolve crumble. Grey eyes searched his face. Her tongue darted out across her dry lips, as if preparing for a further excuse. “C'mon, Jena. I’ll take her for a while.”

“I just want our baby to be okay. I know colic is normal, but it doesn’t feel normal, Drake.”

He knew exactly what she was thinking. It felt like they were terrible parents – not an ideal start to the family they’d looked forward to raising together. Even though they both knew the situation would be temporary, that didn’t make it easy in the meantime.

Drake slipped one hand beneath her arm, the other sliding between the cradled baby and Jena’s breast so that she could pass her to him. Jena surrendered her burden with some reluctance, though there was relief in her bearing when she took a step back.

“We’ll look back on this someday,” he theorized, as much for his benefit as for hers, “and we’ll hardly even remember it.”

He could tell that her halfhearted smile was spurred on by appreciation for his attempt rather than any real sense of consolation.

"Get some sleep. Audie and I will be fine." Shifting the infant to his side, he leaned over to press a kiss to his wife's lips. “I love you.”

"And I love you,” she barely managed before her mouth was taken over by a yawn. Murmuring a goodnight, she sauntered back into the bedroom.

Drake's forced positivity dropped the moment Jena disappeared through the door. Back to the stone wall, he grimaced and lowered himself carefully to the flags beneath. Laying the baby across his thighs, he began going through the series of exercises the doctors had shown them some days before.

They’d tried everything – gripe water, dietary changes, massages – nothing seemed to offer the child any true relief. If Jena had been unable to get her to sleep, his efforts were going to be futile.

But he'd give it a try anyway.

Their child was well and truly helpless. What was worse, so was he. As much as the prospect of being a father had frightened him in the months leading up to her birth, he'd always assumed that he’d shift into the role automatically once she'd been born.

Some parts had come naturally -- the love he felt for her had been present since the moment he'd learned Jena was pregnant. But these moments of having to solve her problems, to discern whether her tears were from anger, pain, hunger, or any other myriad feeling -- in these times he was completely out of his depth.

His daughter was depending on him for everything, and he was failing.

He soothed a hand over her brown curls, overwhelmed by an influx of love for the restless child in his lap. She’d stopped crying for the moment, though her breathing was still too shaky to be much comfort to him. “I’d take it for you if I could,” he whispered, heart aching for her plight.

The pair of small, distracted eyes were scanning the stars above them. “You like being outside, don’t you?” He hoped that the quiet tones would be as soothing to her now as they’d been when he’d spoken to her inside the womb. He’d felt like he knew what he was doing then. Now, he wasn’t so sure.

“That’s a good thing. There are lots of things out here that I can’t wait to show you.” He traced two fingers below her ribcage in another attempt to stimulate digestion. “You’re lucky to have been born in the summer so that we can spend time outside. If you’d come in the winter, it would be a completely different story.”

“But you’ll like winter too,” he continued, gently stretching her legs from their bowed position. “It’s perfect for snowmen and skiing. I’ll even take you to watch the meteor showers in Lythikos someday. We’ll have to go there for something eventually.”

He sucked a sharp breath at the thought of the Duchess of Lythikos having an influence over his child’s life. Admittedly, Olivia wasn’t as insufferable as she’d seemed when they were growing up together, but he still wasn’t sure he liked the thought of Audie having her as an example. Knowing Olivia, she'd probably gift the child with a set of knives for her first birthday.

Drake ran a finger along his daughter’s fine dark brows, alternating sides and watching her lids grow heavy under the touch. Her grey-blue eyes fluttered shut, mouth calm in a perfect bow as she drew breath.

Success.

Releasing the air he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, Drake stilled his movements and considered the baby before him.

He'd spent so much time planning for the things he was going to do with this child, that he'd hardly stopped to consider what it would be like to simply be with her.

Like now.

It felt like he ought to do something with her -- like there was some way he could be spending this time to make the most of being a parent. But he came up short. It was late and she needed sleep more than anything.

She needs a father who knows how to help her, Drake considered, fingering a corner of the thin blanket spread over his knees. He wondered if his dad had ever felt so inadequate, but it seemed impossible. He couldn't remember Jackson Walker being anything other than a perfect father.

But then, he'd never had to deal with colic.

Drake felt his daughter's cry before it actually came. In a panic to keep the noise from Jena's hearing, he scooped her back into his arms, hoping that the comfort provided would soothe her quiet.

"C'mon, c'mon, c'mon. Shhh, shhh."

His daughter showed no interest in his nonsensical bargaining. The tiny face screwed up tightly, brow furrowing as her mouth puckered open.

Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, damn…

Against the still backdrop of the night, the resulting cry felt like enough to shatter glass.

Holding her securely, he scrambled back to his feet, stopping to shake out the sleepiness that had burrowed into one leg. “You’re fine, you’re fine,” he urged.

Audie’s agonized scream suggested that she was far from fine. Drake carried her to the furthest edge of the balcony, bouncing her with gentle firmness. The vice around his heart tightened with each cry. Somehow, he'd never expected having a baby to hurt like this.

He lifted her to his shoulder, continuing to rock as her tears dampened his bare skin. The position only made matters worse. Her wailing escalated the longer she was upright.

Uncertain what else to try, he turned her over on her stomach, stretching the length of her body along his forearm. It took the space of several minutes for the crying to fully stop, but eventually her breathing evened.

Drake paced the floor slowly, careful not to jostle the baby too much, but afraid that ceasing the movement altogether would mean jarring her awake. Her small cheek was squished against his inner elbow, tears drying quickly in the cool morning air.

One minute passed, then two. Humming quietly, he walked instinctive patterns under the arched breezeway, looking out to the starry sky beyond.

Miraculously, Audie remained asleep.

Even as relief flooded over him, he sensed the tinge of pride. Only his baby would be more content to sleep under the stars than she was in that stuffy, fancy nursery.

More than that, she’d fallen asleep with him. He hated the stress that Jena had gone through in the preceding hours, but he couldn’t shake his feeling of satisfaction. Maybe, just maybe, he was capable of doing something right.

He was still pacing when Jena found them some two hours later. The sky was glowing in anticipation of sunrise, and he could just make out the vivid red sleep lines across her cheek. Her hair was similarly disheveled, but she looked more rested than he’d seen her in days.

"How is she?"

"She's actually been sleeping for the last couple of hours," he informed, returning her whisper in kind.

"All of that crying must have worn her out.” She lifted a pitying hand to his cheek, fingers catching on the bristly stubble. "Probably wore you out too."

"I’ve had worse nights.” Drake shifted his arms slightly to redistribute the weight. “I think I’ll bring her out to see the stars more often.”

Jena squinted at the sudden gleam of sun that appeared over the tops of the trees. “She’s lucky to have you, Drake.” She met his eyes significantly, her words lingering as he considered the depth of meaning behind the statement.

Even if he hadn’t learned long ago that it was fruitless to argue with his wife’s judgement, he was still more inclined to accept the praise than he had been mere hours before. At some point in the night, all of his expectations and comparisons had ceased to be important. This baby was reality.

While he watched the sun rise that morning, his daughter trusting and wholly dependent in his arms, Drake was left with one overwhelming realization:

Even if it meant never sleeping through another full night in his life, he would still choose this -- choose her -- in a heartbeat.

#playchoices #playchoices fanfiction #the royal romance #drake walker #drake x mc

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groundtoairofficial-blog · 5 years

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Because someone needs to start it, here we are: I'll introduce myself!

My name is Liv Mruck and I'm one of the two admins of this page.

Keiran, the other admin, will post his introduction aswell.

Both of us share the great passion of cars, planes and flying. So we thought: Why dont we create a page and share our passion, memories and experiences? 15Min later, this page was created. I also created a page for Instagram and Tumblr. If everything goes right, we may create a website.

Point is, you should get to know us a bit. Everyone hates reading so we did a little Q&A.

If you're not into smalltalk Q&As scroll down, I'll talk about my memories, experiences etc.

Q: How old are you?:

A: I'm 20, soon 21 and fully grown up. ;)

Q: Are you male or female?

A: I'm a female.

Q: Where are you from?

A: I live in Berlin, Germany but plan to move to the UK in the next 3 years.

Q: Do you have pets?

A: Yes! I have two amazing cats. Both are female and love cuddles.

Q:Which sports do you like?

A: I'm into soccer and iceskating.

Q: Do you have tattoos?

A: No, I never liked them on me but I want to get a little tattoo of a Cirrus SR22 on my wrist. Ops!

Q: What kind of music do you listen to?

A: Depends on my mood.

Q: Do you travel a lot?

A: Yes. And no. I didnt travel for a half year now. After my passport is done I'm looking forward to fly around Europe.

Q: Do you have a favorite City?

A: Thats hard to say, but I'd say Miami it is!

Q: Do you have favorite movies?

A: of course! Need for Speed and Sully are my favorites!

Q: Do you work? If so, as what?

A: I'm a butcher and a saleswoman.

That's the smalltalk Q&A. If you have questions, never be scared to ask me!

Now lets head to the interesting part about Cars!

Q: What car(s) do you own?

A: I own a 2006 VW Fox. Nothing special. But I'm planning to get a GT86 or Audi S3 Sedan.

Q: What is your dream car?

A: The Mclaren P1. Its my favorite car ever. I'm a Mclaren kind of girl!

Q: Where is your passion from?

A: I cant really remember. I loved cars since I'm born I believe. When I was 5 or even younger, I was able to name all the cars in my neighborhood. My dad loved working on his cars and I tried to help. Welp.. tried. I had around 200 toy cars and loved them all. I always cleaned them, named them and took care of them. Safe to say they were my babies.

Lets head to the plane themed Q&A....

Q: Where is your passion from?

A: As already stated, I loved cars from the beginning. I liked planes too and often visited the airport with my parents, but it really kicked in after my flight from Dusseldorf to Moscow with an Aeroflot A319 or A320. I was seven years old and everything was so amazing and beautiful. The uniforms of the crew, the sounds, all the tech-stuff, the view from above. Then it made CLICK in my head and I was into planes and flying. My parents took me often enough to DUS (Dusseldorf airport) and when I was like 10 or so, I went to the airport every weekend.

Q: Do you have a favorite plane and Airline?

A: Yes, of course. Although it isnt just ONE airline and plane, haha...

I really love the 737-800 or 737MAX8. GA wise, the Cirrus SR22 is my favorite. They are sooooooooooooooo cute... lol!

Favorite Airline is a tricky question. For hopping around europe I personally love Ryanair, For longer flights I prefer Swiss and for longhauls I prefer United Airlines.

(If you're interested, this is my Flightdiary account: https://my.flightradar24.com/LivMruck# )

Q: Talk about your travel memories.

A: Well, since I was 12 I dreamed about the USA. But my parents hated the US and flying in general. As a student i had a little job and flew around Europe. Like, Amsterdam and Vienna with Easyjet, Brussels with Ryanair etc. When I finished school with 16, my mom gifted me a daytrip to Istanbul for around 300€. She wasn't wealthy and I appreciate it still so much. I flew from Berlin Tegel to Munich and from Munich to Istanbul. Both on the same plane: Lufthansa A321 in the Star Alliance colors. (D-AIRW). And back from Istanbul to Zurich and from Zurich to Berlin TXL with Swiss, also the same plane: Swiss A321 HB-IOH)

After another ''tiny'' daytrips finally my dream came true! I booked some flights for under 150:

Berlin to Madrid with the Iberia Express A320, Madrid to Frankfurt with the gorgeous LATAM 787-9 and back from Frankfurt to Berlin with an Airberlin A320. The 787 always has been one of my favorite widebodies and it was pure joy to fly on one.

This was 2016. Remember my dream of flying to the US?

Yes... 2017, when I turned 18 in march, I was still an apprentice and really didn't earn much. I saved 200€ every month and booked my flights to the USA with a bonus I received. I saved a lot in the end and booked two domestic flights.

..October 2018: My dream came true. I packed my bags, my mom drove me to Berlin Tegel in the early morning. She hugged me and told me to take care of myself. After dropping off my bag and answering a few questions to the staff about my bag I already sat in the waiting area. My plane already arrived but only the nose was visible... a few moments later, I walked down the aisle and found my seat. Only one really nice girl in my age sat next to me and I had the best view ever of the wing of our United B763..ever?

Long story short, I arrived at EWR, waited some hours, took my plane to Miami. Spent 2 days there, took the train to Fort Lauderdale, took a Soutwest 737 to Orlando, spent some hours at the airport and flew back to Miami inside an American Airlines B763. When this journey ended, I took the Swiss 777-300ER back to Zurich and changed planes quickly to an A320 of Swiss which took me back to Berlin...

I'll post the whole story of this trip here for sure!

The last question: Are you a pilot? If so, what do you fly?

A: No, I'm not. But I really want to do my PPL. I look forward to it!

That's it. If you just read all of this: Thank you, really. Its just the start of our little page/blog and I really hope that we can deliver some good stuff for you!

-Liv

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trollhunter94 · 5 years

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Moment of Clarity

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: Demon fight, feelings, mutual pining, declarations of love, kissing.

Summary: It only took Sam Winchester 4 months, 7 cases and one close call to fall hopelessly in love with you.

A/N: Happy Galantine’s Day @oneshoeshort! A little gift of love-struck Sammy <3 Sorry it’s late, I’m the worst.

[Yesterday]

The seconds were running out.

The hunters had become the hunted. The slippery Demon had ambushed you and Sam before a decent plan of action could be made. With a clench of it’s fist, the Demons power pulled you away from Sam’s side and slammed you against the wall.

Organs crushing and twisting inside your chests, the seconds counted down before your untimely demise. As you looked over to the youngest Winchester and saw his equal immobilization, only one option was left.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus-”.

The Demon flinched and glared at you with absolute hatred. Focusing it’s painful hold, it diverted more pain to your churning insides. Sam was quick to catch on to the plan of action, picking up where you left off. “Spiritus, omnis satanica potestas-”. His interrupted groan of agony passed the baton back to you.

With each line of incantation that was spoken, the deadly hold began to fade, allowing the two of you to plant your feet firmly and take control of the situation. Sam’s face was full of determined radiance as he delivered the final blow. “Te rogamus, audi nos!”

A plume of black smoke flew out of the vessel’s mouth and circled violently around the room, taking with it a whirlwind of dust. After it shot through the window, Sam wafted the hair out of his face and looked over to you, seeing the beaming smile and delight that illuminated your features. At that exact moment, the preoccupied Hunter experienced a feeling of clarity.

You were the definition of perfect. Someone who not only cared deeply for him, but is able to accept his lifestyle. Not to mention the fact that you have a thorough understanding of the lore. The perfect partner to hold his hand and walk into a fight; to help him hold the line.

How had he not realized this sooner?

[Today]

The sound of crunching entered Sam’s dream. It was out of place, certainly not the noise that would naturally accompany the serenity of his sleeping mind. When a pair of eyelids flickered open to focus on the audible intrusion that disturbed his slumber, the crunching became louder, more localized.

Slow and unfocused, his sight adjusted to the morning light that filled the hotel room. A turn of his head on the pillow revealed that he wasn’t alone. That’s when he discovered the source of the crunching; he saw you.

She’s sitting at the table with her legs intertwined around the wooden chair. Jaw moving gracefully as the light shines upon her gentle features. Gripping the spoon that’s hovering mid-air, her expression is blankly fixated on a section of the wall. Her mind seems to be caught up in some kind of inner debate or serious reflection.

Turning away to gaze up at the ceiling, his thoughts pondered on the events of yesterday. How amazing it felt to beat that Demon alongside you and the way it made you smile. That moment of pure happiness had ignited a spark of hope inside.

To strive for such happiness in the face of so many untold dangers is the ultimate pipe dream. Even if it was possible, would he be enough to make you happy? With a deep breath and a little push of courage, he decided to suck it up and accept these new feelings.

Long legs folded over the edge of the bed as Sam sat upright and prepared himself for the interaction. Would it be possible to act normal? To pretend as if his feelings hadn’t changed towards you, or that all he wanted was to see you smile that way again. There was only one way to find out.

“Hey”.

Sam’s distinctively gentle tone easily diverted you away from the inner workings of your mind, eyes coming into focus on the tall silhouette that came traipsing into view. He stood opposite the table for a moment, giving you a half-smile and a friendly nod.

You swallowed the mouthful of food in order to greet the youngest Winchester. “Good morning”.

To avoid any suspicion of his new-found feelings, he looked away and started walking. Your eyes followed him across the room as he headed for the counter to pour a cup of coffee. You couldn’t help but notice the way his bed clothes clung to his frame with perfection.

Little did Sam know how you felt. After spending four months with the Winchester brothers, it was impossible not to notice and admire the qualities that Sam held. He was thoughtful, intuitive and super cute. Of course, you naturally assumed that he would never be interested in being anything more than friends.

When Sam turned around with a cup in-hand, your direct gaze only served to disarm him of any confidence previously held. A nervousness held his form as he side-stepped towards the empty chair and sat down. “So, uh. What’s your plan for today?” he asked, directing any focus away from himself.

“Not much” you responded casually, stirring the spoon around the cereal bowl. Holding the cup to his face, a slow succession of sips held the perfect distraction as he studied the softness and beauty of your face. Even the sound of your voice seemed to be more enticing.

“We could check for any cases nearby or just head back to the bunker”.

A thick swallow of liquid came as a result of your reply. Going back to Kansas was not the ideal option. Dean would suss the change in him immediately. “Yeah” he coughed abruptly. “Let’s, uh. Let’s stay and look”.

Oh crap, he inwardly facepalmed. Had he just let his insecurities give him away? Sam was quick to gauge your reaction: She’s looking at me with such a curious nature, brow cocked with a small hint of confusion. It’s as if she knows. She can tell and it’s going to drive her away.

You watched as Sam’s face reacted to his inner thoughts, the lines that formed between his brows, all the while looking directly at you. His prolonged staring was highly unusual. This behavior certainly couldn’t go unquestioned.

“Okay, what’s with you?”

He mirrored your question in a defensive tone, eyes darting to the side and back before squinting slightly as if trying to hide a secret. “Nothing. What’s with you?”

“Nothing”. You mused heartily at your own reply, wondering why this had turned into an awkward word game. “But something’s definitely wrong... What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing’s wrong” he dismissed with a vague hand gesture. “I’m fine”.

He took this moment to retreat from any further interrogation, picking up his cup and kicking back his chair. Before he could escape the subject or the room, you stood up and reached out, taking hold of his arm and tugging against his hasty retreat.

“Please, Sam. Talk to me. Maybe I can help”.

Eyes falling to the floor, the sweetest smile grew across his face and a small huff left his chest. You were the only one who could help. It seems that keeping this revelation from you was going to be impossible. So, here goes nothing.

“You” he admitted quietly, feeling cautious about how you’d react to any declaration of affection.

“Me?” The instant feeling of somehow disappointing him spread through you. “Sam, I’m sorry. If it was something I did-”

“No”.

His head shook softly in amusement. Only you could feel responsible for something that never even happened. It’s one of the many qualities that made you so special. Maybe his approach was too indirect. He needed to do something bold.

Reaching out slowly, his fingers skirted down your palm and interlocked hands with you. It definitely gained your attention, his warm fingers encasing yours and pressing down with just enough pressure to send an unspoken message. Looking back up, his eyes were soft and directly focused on you.

“You” he assured, this time with an uplifting tone and a look of utter endearment on his face. It was unusual for Sam to be like this, so attentive and physical. He must truly feel this way. This was your moment of clarity.

“Sam” you said timidly, almost bursting from the feeling of overjoyed excitement. “If you like me, then... say you like me. Because, that would be kind of awesome”. The smile that escaped with your words didn’t go unnoticed. His reaction was one of relief and complete astonishment.

“I, uh... I like you, Y/N”.

Now that he had said the words, it felt so easy to continue expressing them. “I like you a lot”. His head dropped slightly, showing his response to something funny. “I think you’re awesome”.

As his eyes lifted to meet yours again, you couldn’t think of anything to say. There were no words to describe how you felt in this moment. The only way to express these feelings were through action.

Sam watched your facial expression, waiting and hoping for some kind of similar response. He wasn’t expecting you to grip his hand tighter and step forward, closing the distance between you. He certainly couldn’t believe it when your hand lifted to cup his cheek, holding his face with the softest touch. Your amusement rang clear in the only thing you could think to say.

“Awesome”.

Sam chuckled in response, taking in the pleasure of seeing you smile again, whilst discarding any remaining doubt. You liked him too, how did he not see it?

His smile faded as he continued to watch you. Something about the way you looked at him was mesmerizing, eyes so still and full of want. The more he looked, the more it drew him in, locking you both into a deep connection of stares.

The seconds passed by and Sam’s mind melted into mush. Nothing was going to distract him from this moment, from being happy. Your close proximity had unleashed this new feeling, the need to be closer, to touch you. Some unknown force was pushing his head lower, pushing him closer to you.

When his lips landed against yours, all previously lost thoughts came rushing back to his head, blurring any intake of senses. It wasn’t until you started moving your lips, that he came back to the present moment, embracing your action and increasing the pressure of his touch in response.

The deepened intensity of his kiss felt incredible, so warm and welcoming. Like home. It ignited a blazing fire inside of you, an assured determination to keep him close.This inspired your hand to fall to his neck, attempting to hold him closer if it was even possible.

It was obvious that he felt it too when his free hand moved up to rest gently on your waist, fingertips pressing lightly against the fabric of your shirt. When the rush of warmth began to grow inside, something strange happened. Sam pulled back to break the kiss, breath heavy with overwhelming emotion. How did this happen? Another huff of amazement left his chest as he looked at you.

“Is this really happening?”

You couldn’t believe it either. After pining over Sam for weeks now, he was here, in your arms and kissing you. It was a dream come true. You couldn’t help but smile as you responded.

“I hope so”.

That was it. That smile. That moment of clarity. He could make you happy.

Tagging:

@spnfanficpond @mrswhozeewhatsis @vic-shadowz

#sam x reader #galantines day

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kihowon · 5 years

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hey yall i’m gabe, he/they, est. and this is my boy kiho he’s a rather new muse modified to fit this world but overall he’s still the guy i know an love n hope yall do too!!

┅ ☆ ★ ✮ ∟ ‖ do kyungsoo. 21. male. he/him. ‖ — a lolipop stained tongue, blaring black-light neon, eight-bit sound effects accompanied by the sound of heavy clicking. 」did you hear that KIHO WON is planning on attending the next race ?! i won’t lie, i’m pretty excited to see their NAVY BLUE AND ORANGE & AUDI R8 SPYDER in person. i know people say they’re really CORDIAL , DEXTEROUS & UNWAVERING, but don’t you think they come off way too SUSCEPTIBLE, RETICENT & SENTIMENTAL ? i hear they’re always blasting ONE MORE by YAEJI ? oh well, they’re a member of the KINGS so i guess i shouldn’t complain. ┠ gabe , est , 21 & he/they ┨

my boi kiho born in seoul, to his mom and dad, jiho and kihyun won, tho his parents divorced at a young age.

his dad worked for a tech company while his mother was an architect

at a young age his father had forced him to live with him, giving kiho zero choice but to bid farewell to his mother who he felt closest too. this trait of his overbearing, demanding father had ruined most of kiho’s childhood, leaving kiho to find solace in other things outside of his home rather then to be home and be told to do things by his father

his self esteem isnt the highest but he’s learned to build a tough skin to insults

kiho found this solace in gaming and arcades mainly, he coins it his dream job.

though most of kiho’s money he achieves through racing, repairing cars, or taking it from his dad without him having any knowledge of it

he didnt visit his mom often when he was younger only seeing her whenever he finally begged his father to let him go or when he sneaked out, but as he grew older he still found himself stuck between wanting to see his mom but worried that she might not like what he’d grown into or what he’d gotten himself into, now he only sees her two/three times a year with some money and gifts only to give her the idea that every things okay and theres nothing she’d ever have to worry about

his mom is really his everything, he calls her more then he’d like to admit often believing that even from afar his mom is his best friend even though he can’t tell her much

but being the self taught technician that he is, learning it begrudgingly at first at his father’s insistence to follow his footsteps, he found use it once his interest went from car games to real cars.

he’s a pretty good mechanic and technician, he prides himself on it really though people don’t really expect a lot from him he’s really just an odd kid

no one expects kiho to be a great driver with the way he carries himself but he really is, and if anyone ever asks him how he does it he swears it’s with the help of forsa, sometimes even mario kart

his first car was rather shirt compared to the one he has know, which he won through pinkslips

kiho all in all is really just a kid in a adult world, managing his best, he excels at arcade games like ddr, pump it up, but like if yall thought u were bad at dancing?? ur a fool because kiho might have really good coordination for dance games but his body?? the rest of his body?? doesn’t compute???

but dude plays a mean pinball, like duel him to a game of ice hockey and uR ON. smash bros?? oOF ur in for a battle.

he’s pretty naive and most likely to go along with anything, he’ll try anything once, it’s one of the many reasons he got involved with the kings, it started as a small thrill that grew into an addiction very similar to his kleptomaniac tendencies.

kiho’s never really had a strong group of friends other then ones he met online, or the regulars at the arcade he works at, he’s always drifted through, had friends, known people, but he’s never trusted anyone so deeply, but he’s also a bit scared to?

it’s what made joining the kings so easy, finding a home outside of his own, finding a group of people willing to accept him, encourage him?

he’s easily susceptible and getting him hooked on street racing, a familiar group, well it wasn’t too hard to convince him

he’s also pansexual, and a biggo mess when it comes to relationships meaning he doesn’t know how they work, he’s never been in one? he’s barely kissed anyone or done anything with anyone and he’s def just like a shy simple romantic kinda guy, and all he’s really looking for is someone to hold his hand?? someone please just hold his hand?

he’s overrall just a lame boy with a good heart who likes people n just wants to be liked back and u know play games, whether it’s fooling people into thinking he’s a shitty driver that anyone could beat and showing them up, like the lowkey hustler that he is, or with a controller in his hand, he’s always ready for a challenge

wanted connections/plots ahhh

maybe a mentor? someone who brought him into the kings, taught him, helps him build his confidence?

honestly a good friend someone he can trust n just have a stress free game sesh with

someone who’s car he takes car of like his own? just like someone to talk mechanic with like the lil nerd that he is?

honestLY i dont have much im really just open to brainstorming n taking any suggestions!!<33

welp thats pretty much it, though i feel like i’m missing some things but like if u wanna know more or like pLoT, please lemme know or like straight up like this post n i will come to u!!!

i dont really have much set with what i want to plot out so im really willing to brainstorm n take anything or everything you want filled as long as it matches kiho’s personality :)

anywaY thank yaLL for reading my long ass post ur a real trooper n u deserve the world<3

#tempointro #just like this post n ill come to u!!<33

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dreamdragonkadia · 6 years

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Being married to Tony Stark Include...Part 2

Tony can get really jealous when people ask you to dance or when you get dragged into a group chat.

He always saves you from these rich people and reporters.

People ain't allowed to talk bad about his wife, or he gets involved. Sassy Tony is the best Tony. The morning after skipping his award ceremony, you wake up alone.

“J.A.R.V.I.S is he down in the lab?”

“As per usual Mrs.Stark.”

Checking notification before rolling out of bed.

“Did he eat?”

“He did not.”

Grabbing Pepper’s birthday gift and walking downstairs with Tony’s ACDC shirt on.

“Good morning, [Y/n].”

“Morning, Pep. Happy birthday and good luck dealing with our shit for another year.”

Giving her Tony’s card to buy herself something pretty from him.

Signing all his paperwork when his busy or when he’s working on something.

Pepper trusts you so much to make sure Tony gets his stuff looked at and knows what's happening. You are kind of the reason she keeps her sanity when dealing with him.

He relies on you so much, that it is possible for him to break apart cuz he won't eat unless you constantly remind him or bring him something.

You have your own sets of codes and know Tony's. But the AI opens everything for you beforehand. Unless authorization is extremely emphasized on if it's something that important.

Tony's workplace does not count even if he thinks it does. You and him are the only people who can get in and out without a code. J.A.R.V.I.S knows better.

Him not realizing you enter the workplace unless you make your presence known or place a cup of coffee or plate of food down.

“So I made sure J.A.R.V.I.S will remind you of all the important things coming up. Pepper needs you to look over these papers. Also, shouldn't you be halfway across the world by now? Your jet was scheduled to leave half an hour ago.”

“One, our jet babe. Two can't you read over that stuff and give my okay with it on whatever you decide. Also, the jet won't leave without me. What's the point of having a private jet if it leaves without its owner?”

“Uh, no. I do most of your CEO shit anyways. By the way, Larry called about having another buyer for the Jackson Pollock in the wings. Do you want it?”

“What do you think?”

Your opinion is very important to him. Even if it frustrates you to no end when Tony keeps nagging you about clothing or colors for one of the cars. He once upgraded J.A.R.V.I.S with new settings and wouldn’t take “Whatever you think dear.” Or “I don’t care” as an answer.

Sometimes he’ll do things that you don’t know about till Pepper tells you. Or he ends up saying it while half-asleep or drunk.

There are almost no secrets in this relationship. It’s scary how much trust they have with each other. Don’t get me started on the honesty.

If you think one of his designs are shit, be prepared for an offended drama queen. In the end, he appreciates the feedback. People don’t usually give him an opinion because they don’t want to piss him off or say something bad.

“I think it’s really overpriced, I believe that’s because of you being a billionaire. So in the end, your choice.”

“I need it. Tell Pepper to buy it and store it.”

Constantly needing to remind him about speeches he needs to give. Tony will postpone those things until the last second. Luckily, you have them written because we all know he likes winging it.

Pushing him towards the car so you can go spoil Pepper for her birthday. That girl needs a vacation.

“You seem eager to get rid of me. What do you have plans?”

“In fact I do, so we got to hurry this up because I need to take the Audi home after dropping you off.”

“You know I don’t like it when you have plans without me, Mrs. Stark.”

Tony always calls you, ‘Mrs.Stark’ to remind people exactly who you're married to. It’s also to boost his ego.

He is pretty worrisome of you. Tony knows that you can get targeted because you're married to him. He isn’t trying to restrict your freedom and you sure as hell don’t blame him for it.

Don’t know if I’ve said this, but he gets jealous really easily. You two are best friends before marriage.

Blasting ACDC through the car whenever speeding down the highway. ‘Highway to hell’ is the longtime favorite since that song got you into the band.

Hugging for at least a couple minutes before letting him board the plane

Don’t forget about kisses. Those are the most important besides the physical contact.

“You sure you don’t want to come along?”

“No, Tony. I have a company to deal with while your gone.”

He pouts when leaving you behind.

Will reassure you that everything will be fine, even though your bad feelings are usually right.

One last kiss before him leaving for what you thought was only going to be a few days.

As soon as he gets on the plane, Tony will send you a cheesy text message about how he misses you. Or something like that. He can be a drama queen sometimes.

After you had gotten married to Tony, you were still against using his card, (despite merging your bank with his and having to change everything to [Y/n] Stark) that he makes you get your nails done every two weeks or when they start cracking off.

After the first time, you fell in love with the medium stiletto nails. Tony really likes them too because of the head scratches and how you drag them down his back during sex. He shows off his temporary battle scars.

The media gets a kick out of it.

Dancing is very important. It’s a tradition in the morning or when y’all haven’t seen each other in a while to tango or dance to a random song when making food. Actually not even then. Just whenever. It always turns cheesy.

FYI, y’all are the sickening cute couple that everyone wants to be.

After a day passes without word from Tony, you start getting worried. The longest amount of time without any sort of communication was 5 hours and he had never replied back to your text even after J.A.R.V.I.S had confirmed the plane landed.

Pepper refuses to hold long-term eye contact with you after the first day.

You know something is up….

Any hope of sleeping is gone. At most, you get 2-3 hours of sleep.

After the second day, you are demanding to know what happened. Confronting Pepper and Happy to see if they know something.

In the end, you call Obadiah. Hissing at him to get his ass to the Malibu house.

You make him and Pepper sit the fuck down while ordering J.A.R.V.I.S to lock all doors.

“Of course Mrs. Stark. Lockdown protocol active.”

“[Y/n] what is the meaning of this? Have you lost your mind?”

“Where is my husband? Either you tell me or J.A.R.V.I.S will?”

You're scary when pissed off.

In the end, Pepper spills while Obadiah tries to hold information back. He never liked you anyways.

Going into a slight shock.

“It would be best for you to sit down, Mrs. Stark. Your heart rate is spiking quickly and seems to be descending towards an attack.”

“No, it's fine. J.A.R.V.I.S deactivate lockdown.”

Having to sit down in the end while J.A.R.V.I.S is undoing the protocol.

Calling Pepper out so she can set up a meeting with the media.

Obadiah instantly disagreeing with that. But Pepper does it anyways.

Sat in bed and touching his bedside, wishing he had listened to you.

“Hey… J.A.R.V.I.S. I need an honest answer. What are the chances…”

“All my calculations end the same, Mr. Stark has a 0.25% survive rate.”

Staying up almost all night while occasionally bawling.

When the sun rises, you're already in the kitchen making coffee as Pepper walks in.

“You want a cup?”

“No thank you, [Y/n]. Are you doing alright?”

“ As Good As It Gets.”

Having your morning girl talk with her because Tony is gone and there's no one to gossip to.

The meeting with the media only lasted three minutes. Announcing what happened to Tony Stark and that you would be taking his place as CEO till his returned and that the board could fight you if they had any problems.

They don’t bother arguing with you.

Obadiah is pissed off though. You fucked up his plans. Good job!

Sassily walking out while putting on Tony’s sunglasses. It helps hide your pain and no one even knows how broke you are at that moment.

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