#i’m sorry if this is annoying but i don’t want to keep reblogging the event 😭

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only four matchup spots left now!

also to the anon who was an intp and a cancer, did you have a name or alias i can use? if not i can just leave you as unnamed, but i figured i’d ask just in case!

[yoongifis]

💌 | myg drabble 05

where yoongi wouldn’t mind fucking you in the little dress you’re in than going to a stupid company event.

; pairing: idol!yoongi x female!reader

; genre: mature

; warnings: it’s a bit filthier than i usually write (lol), ass grabbing, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, pxssy slapping, creampie, usage of mature words, sex in front of a mirror, established relationship.

; a/n: hi all! been a while since i’ve posted. i haven’t been really in the mood to write. cant seem to find a lot of inspiration or have the energy to write… really sorry about that :( like i said, i write occasionally or whenever i feel like it. i’m mainly a blog that reblogs fics that i recommend, however, i also haven’t been in the mood to read fics. i’ll try to get into the groove again or whatever and see how it goes!!

for some reason, i wanted to write something about yoongi being a little more naughtier with y/n. thought this idea of yoongi not being able to hold himself back when he sees y/n in a dress he really likes her in was cute.

thank you for giving my work a read and showing them support! i really really really appreciate it !! <33

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“Baby, did they really say we have to go to this event? I don’t remember them telling us it was mandatory.”

Yoongi’s slouching on the small couch in your guys’ shared hotel room. Manspreading as he’s scrolling through his phone, tie around his neck but still undone because he wanted you to ‘help him’ with it. The TV was on but none of you were paying attention to it—it was kind of there just for some background noise. Nothing interesting really came up on his phone that made him want to keep scrolling, so he tossed it onto the small coffee table. His eyes immediately search for you, sitting criss-crossed on the floor and doing make up in front of the full-length mirror.

Now this is a view he could never get tired of.

You look at him through the mirror, letting out a little chuckle when you see him looking a little more grumpier than usual.

“Yes, baby, they told us that we have to go,” your mouth is slightly open as you apply your mascara, making you talk a little funny, “it’s a quick company get-together, at least that’s what I was told.”

You put your mascara back into your little make up pouch. You smooth the material of your bathrobe, making sure nothing is flipped up and exposing you. He carefully watches you making your way to the bathroom to finally change into your outfit. Mumbling a quick “be right back” before closing the door.

He scoffs, getting up from his seat just to throw himself onto the bed.

“If it’s a quick get-together, why should it be mandatory!” he yells out, enough for you to be able to hear on the other side.

He’s annoyed.

Not over you, of course, but for this event.

One thing about Yoongi is that he hates going to company events. He thinks they’re boring to be at, a complete waste of his time. The one you two will be going was probably (Yoongi assumes) going to be like every other one he’s been to in the past despite what they say. He doesn’t understand why some of the artists are dragged into this because all they do is just stand around or talk with other artists or people from other entertainments. And to be completely honest, he’d rather be working than be there.

The boys kept begging for him to bring you along, which he didn’t understand why. He would’ve thought (and hoped) that you wouldn’t want to go. However, you kept insisting to go because you wanted to dress all fancy—and, like you said, ‘it’s been so long since i’ve dressed up all pretty!’ God, that little twinkle in your eyes, how bright your smile got when you were talking, the way you were just so excited about dressing up…He couldn’t say no to you. So, here he is now—sort of regretting his decision.

“Baby, if you don’t wanna go, it’s okay. It can just be the boys and I.” Yoongi hears the tapping of your heels tapping against the tile on the bathroom floor, then it being slightly muffled by the carpet floor. He immediately sits up, eyes trying to look for you.

And there you were. Right in front of that mirror again. This time, you were wearing a short, satin, and red bodycon dress that damn blew his mind. The dress paired with your beautiful body so well. It hugged you so tightly in all the right places. It’s got him practically salivating for you.

“Fuck, baby,” Yoongi mumbles under his breath. He could actually feel his dick twitch in his pants just from the way you looked. You turn around to face him, now letting him get the full view. You smirk, the way he looked at you dumbfoundedly made you giggle.

“It’s cute, right?” You turn away from him, facing towards the mirror again to touch up your makeup.

He scoffs, his senses finally coming back to reality. Yoongi knew you were teasing him just to get something out of him. He liked playing things that way, though, because it made situations a little more fun.

“Sure. It’s cute,” he huffs, getting up from the bed to walk towards you. He’s rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, exposing his veiny forearms. He pulls off the unmade tie off his shoulders and throws it onto the bed.

“But it won’t do.”

“Mmm?” you hum in response, still ‘focusing’ on your makeup, yet a smile slowly creeps onto your face.

From behind, he’s wrapping a strong arm around your waist, the other hand sliding up and down the other side of your waist to the curve of your hip. He finds himself near the crook of your neck, his minty breath hitting your skin.

“This—,” he emphasizes his words by sliding that one hand on your side further and onto your ass, giving it a firm grip, “this dress won’t do.”

“But it’s cute,” you whine, “besides, it’ll just be me and the boys since you don’t want to come.” You’re putting away your makeup in your little make up pouch as you spoke with him.

“Who says you’ll be going without me?”

God he would go crazy if he actually let you out like that by yourself.

“Me, of course,” you chirped, with a know-it-all grin on your face.

He snickers at your boldness.

God, you’re cute.

Well? Guess he’ll play along. Both of his hands make their way to the bottom of your dress, slightly tugging on it.

“How can I let you go out when your panties are all soaked? Shouldn’t we fix that?” He’s moving his head closer to your head, bringing his mouth to playfully nibble on the upper cartilage of your ear.

“Ah, Yoongi—,” you whimper. Hands trying to swat away his large hands from getting any closer, but failing.

“Don’t believe me?”

Before you could protest, he’s already lifting your dress up, letting the tight material bunch around your small waist. His hand is quick to go to your panties. You watch him through the mirror, two fingers pressing down, gliding in between your folds, on the dampened material. Your wetness coats his fingers, proving himself right.

He brings his fingers in front of you, pressing his fingers together to show how wet they are.

“See?” He hums in satisfaction, “how about we take a peek underneath, hm?”

“Y-yoongi—we’re going to be late—.”

Those words fall out of your mouth but have no meaning to it. Because in all honesty, you couldn’t care any less that you would be late.

“I’ll be quick, baby,” he mumbles into your neck, head looking down to watch his fingers move your panties to the side, exposing you.

You, on the other hand, watch him through the mirror. His fingers sliding in between your glistening folds again, but this time his fingers trap your sensitive bead in between them. He pinches that sensitive spot, receiving a little gasp from you. He’s smiling against your shoulder, removing his hand away for a second just to put his fingers back on that spot, giving it a couple taps with his fingers before he’s rubbing your bead again. You’re watching him with hooded lids, mouth slightly open as you whine out his name. He’s wrapping his free arm around your waist again as you can feel your legs start to give out.

“So e-embarrassing,” you manage to say, covering your face with one of your arms.

He’s chuckling, grabbing your arm down with the arm that’s holding you. Yoongi enjoyed the way you were bucking your hips against his fingers, squirming around.

“Not at all, baby. Look at how pretty you look when I touch you this way.”

God, you thought it really was embarrassing. I mean, you’ve never actually physically seen yourself this way before—a panting, whining mess all because of him.

“‘m sorry baby, but I really can’t control myself right now. I’ve gotta fuck you in this dress so bad.”

Your eyes open a little wider when you feel him remove his fingers. He’s nudging you to lean forward, so you place your hands on to the mirror and slightly arch your back. Your ass is pressed against his clothed hard on that he’s been rubbing against you since his arms were first wrapped around you. You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt, the unzip of his pants.

“What a good girl,” he hums, placing one hand on your hip for support and using the other hand to hold the base of his cock. He rubs his tip against your folds, collecting the juices coming out from you. He’s pushing his cock in between your folds to coat himself with your essence, not necessarily inside you just yet.

You’re whining, and he absolutely loved the sound of it.

“Y-yoongi need you.”

He chuckles lowly, “I would’ve teased the shit out of you but you’re lucky we’re running late.” He’s licking his lips, slowly guiding his tip into you.

“Fuck,” he groans, then hissing at how tightly you’re squeezing him.

“You look so fucking good in this dress, baby—god, I want it to only be seen by me.”

He’s completely in you now, buried in you deeply as he gives you time to adjust to him.

“T-told you it’s cute,” you can feel yourself pulsating around him, his thickness a bit too much to handle.

Yoongi scoffs at your comment—that one comment you kept on repeating earlier. He’s gripping onto the sides of your ass firmly.

“Cute?” He’s sliding out of you again, tip only in, “this dress is way too fucking sexy.” He punctuates his sentence with a sharp thrust, earning a loud moan from you. He keeps a steady pace as he pounds you from behind, the sound of each other’s skin colliding with the sound of your moans and his low growling. You’re starting to give out a bit, resulting in leaning your forearms against the wall, head resting against it to prevent it from hitting against the wall.

He takes this opportunity to try and slide his arm in between the small space between your head and your arms, pulling you up against his chest. His other hand now on your waist so that he can bring your body against his whenever he would thrust into you. Your hands immediately go to gripping on to his arm that lays across your shoulders and chest, holding you. This new position is making you twist your face and curl your toes, all while your mouth is slightly open, panting, whining, and begging for no reason.

“Look at how pretty my baby is when taking in my cock,” he’s kissing your head through your hair, soon making his way to your shoulder.

“I get to see you like this and admire you whenever I’m fucking you like this,” he mumbles into your soft skin, planting quick kisses onto the same spot on your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t it be fair to let you see what you look like, baby? Especially in this goddamn dress?” He thrusts up into you this time in a particular way that has you digging your nails into his arms and trying to rest your head against his shoulder.

“Nnghh—Yoongi—please,” you choked, eyes tightly closed due to all the pleasure. He was hitting that spot in you too well.

He’s smirking at the way you’re writhing in his hold, enjoying every single second of it. Seeing that the straps of your dress slipped down the sides of your shoulders, he took this moment to take his hand from your waist and bring it up to your chest. He holds onto the straight neckline of your dress and swiftly brings it down, exposing your bare chest. That hand immediately goes to your right breast, rolling your nipple in between his thumb and index finger. He feels you squeeze him a bit from his new action.

“Open your eyes, baby. Look at how sexy you are right now. Tits out, the makeup and tears running down your face, this fucking dress that looks too good on you—all while you’re stuffed with my cock.”

“Too—ah—embarrassing,” you whine, “want more..please…nngh~.”

He knows that you’re almost at your limit. Yoongi knew your body more than you did. But before he could let you get what you want, he wanted you to look at yourself in the mirror. Glance over at him all drunk from his cock, batting those pretty eyelashes. He was sure that he was going to make you have a look at what you looked like being fucked by him. He uses his other hand, that’s holding you by the shoulder, to cup underneath your chin and position your head in a way that can make you look at the mirror.

“Take a look at yourself first and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby,” he says, voice low and demanding.

It was hard for you to open your eyes when the little bumps and ridges of his cock felt so good sliding against your tightened walls and his thrusts were hitting that one spot over and over, which has you moaning out his name each time. However, he’s slowing his pace compared to how it was before. He’s taking his time, the speed too agonizing. He’s teasing you, and you were sure of it.

You slightly open up one of your eyes, squinting at the blurred reflection of the two of you. You manage to open the second eye, both eyelids hooded. You can sort of see that evil-looking, lazy grin growing on his face. Most importantly, you can see the state that you were both in, and—fuck— was it kinda sexy.

“There you go baby,” he mumbles into your hair.

“Yoon-Yoongi,” you whimper, “please—need more.”

He’s smiling into your hair, giving you another kiss to your head. He’s picking up the pace, finding a rhythm that has you moaning out loud.

God, it was loud in the room. It’s like the sound around you was suddenly amplified once he stopped teasing you. The chattering from the TV that’s still on, the jingling of his belt, skin slapping against each other, and Yoongi’s grunting and strained groans. At this point, it’s honestly no secret to your neighbors that you guys were definitely up to something.

“Yoongi—I-I’m gonna come—,” you choked.

“Yeah? Then do it. Come for me, baby.”

He’s rough with you, arm still across the front of your shoulders tightly holding you against him while his other hand is pinching your hardened nipple. You’re repeatedly calling out his name, until you reach that point of pleasure—sighing when your release comes. However, that doesn’t stop Yoongi from ramming himself inside you from behind.

“Y-Yoongi, I’ve already—ah—cummed!”

“I know,” he mumbles, “gonna make you come again.”

With a little nudge from toward the mirror, you release your hold on him, hands and arms back on the mirror to keep yourself steady. He’s bringing his hands back to your waist as he’s removing himself from you. With a quick move of his finger, he manages to slide your string-like panties off, now on the floor pooling around your heels. He lifts your left leg up by the back of your knee and takes his other hand to hold you steady by the waist. Yoongi bends his knees a little, lining himself up with your abused hole before he slams himself back into you, but a little more upwards this time.

This new sense of depth and angle has your mind going blank, unable to put together any coherent sentences. Instead, you’re spitting out obscenities. Groaning out the word “fuck” whenever his skin slaps against yours. You could feel your breast bouncing and hitting against the cold mirror and as well as the side of your head (just slightly) after every thrust.

“Yeah? You like this?“ His voice is rough, practically growling into your ear. Yoongi’s sliding his hand that's on your waist to wrap around the front of your body. His hand moves south, fingers finding your sensitive bead. He gives it a couple slaps before he takes his index and middle finger to play with your clit, intensifying your pleasure. You couldn’t even answer him properly at this point—you’re begging for him, yelling out his name every snap of his hips, mumbling words that none of you could even make out, really just a whole babbling mess.

He’s loving every second of this moment.

God he could never get tired of filling you up like this.

“Yoon—gi,” you cried, “c-cum—nghh!”

“Yeah?” He grunts, his movements becoming a little unstable.

“Gonna cum? Or want my cum?”

“Fuck—ah—both!”

“Fuck,” he lowly groans, absolutely pleased with your answer. He was definitely at his limit.

He’s slamming into you with more aggression, his pelvis slapping against your ass was for sure going to leave red marks. He’s raising your leg a little higher, while his other hand goes at it with toying with your clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—-Yoongi!” You cry out, just about to give out. You could feel the dampness on your cheeks, your head felt like it was spinning from the pleasure.

“Fuck!” Yoongi grunts, he thrusts into you, hip movements stopping as he finally releases his seed into you. You sigh in relief, as you also reach your high and do the same. He’s putting your leg down, immediately wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you up. He’s pulling out of you, watching the way your tight hole is still trying to grip onto his flaccid cock. The mixture of yours and his cum starts to spill out of you, but he’s quick to take the head of his cock and push it back in, making sure everything stays in there before he’s quickly grabbing your panties, that are pooled around your feet on the ground, and pulling them back on you. He’s pulling your dress back down, as well, to get you all properly dressed. You’re still bent over and leaned against the mirror, still trying to catch your breath. He’s reaching over now to pull back up the neckline of your dress so that your breasts weren’t spilled out in the open.

“Baby, can you stand up for me real quick?” He’s putting himself back in his pants, buckling on his belt before caressing the side of your hip gently.

You do as he says, finally making eye contact with him through the mirror. Yoongi gives you the most gentle smile—as if he didn’t just fuck you brains out a second ago. He kisses your head again until he bends down a bit to hold you in his arms, carrying you bridal style.

“Yoongi!” You squeaked with the last drop of energy you had. He’s quick to bring you over and lay you on the bed. He plops himself right next to you, laying on his side so that he can admire your side profile. You turn your head to glance over him, who now has a little stupid smile on his face. You roll your eyes before you roll onto your side, the both of you now looking face to face with little space between the two of you.

“Were you really going to go out with barely anything underneath that dress?” Yoongi brings his hand over to your exposed thigh, gently caressing your warm, smooth, and slightly sticky (from your sweat) skin.

You smile, already expecting for him to say something about the lack of ‘proper’ undergarments you had on.

“Mmm.. ‘course not. I just had a feeling that you were going to be like that once you saw what I was wearing,” you giggle, “you reacted the same way the first time you saw me in lingerie.”

He’s chuckling, one of those laughs where his shoulders are moving up and down as well. You’re bringing your hand to cup the side of his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb. He’s leaning into your touch, now removing his hand from your thigh to place it on top of your hand, gently holding it. He turns his face to your hand to kiss the inside of your palm, eyes still looking at you—god, he’s so in love with you.

“Mine. All mine,” is all he mumbles into your hand, before he turns his head back to face you, keeping his hand on top of yours.

You scoot closer to him, practically closing the space between you two, only to just kiss him slowly on the lips. He’s groaning against your lips, realizing that he never got to touch your lips at all earlier. You’re already pulling away but he’s quick to wrap an arm around you to pull you close, pecking your lips as much as he can before you’re turning your face away from him. However, that doesn’t stop him as he’s placing quick kisses on your cheek, resulting in you in a giggling mess. He’s pulling away, watching you with that beautiful smile plastered on your face. Slightly blushed cheeks, faint dried up makeup running down your face, lips all swollen…god he loved it all. He loved everything about you—the way you looked right now as you’re giggling, the sound of your giggles, the way you looked at him with loving eyes (and with a bit of confusion) after you realized that he wasn’t attacking you with his kisses…

He loved it…he really loved it all.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, still in awe over you, “I love you so much, you know that?”

You’re rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

“You already know that I know. I love you too Yoongi, but I have to go wash up and get re-ready again.”

He smirks, “aren’t we already running late?” His eyes follow you as you’re removing your heels before struggling to stand up, wobbling your way towards the bathroom.

“And who’s fault is that?”

He lowly chuckles, obviously enjoying your playful attitude.

“Guess we should skip the event.”

There’s a pause of silence once you enter the bathroom, shower already running. You pop your head in the doorway, the both of you immediately making eye contact.

“Too tired to join me?” You innocently say with a little pout on your lips.

“You never invited me,” he responds, mirroring the pout you had on onto his face..

“Who says you needed an invite?”

Yoongi’s already on his feet, licking his lips. He’s unbuttoning his shirt starting from the top as he makes his way towards you.

“If you say so, baby,” he hums, with a big smile on his face, “just know I won’t be holding back if we end up going another round.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to hold back,” you’re biting your bottom lip as you watch him stop in his tracks.

He’s smirking again, pleased yet slightly surprised with your answer.

“Round 2 it is then, baby.”

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Yours Submissively ~ Preparations

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Banners by me!

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Previous: Conversations

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Belle felt the tears running down her face. All the worries, the anger, the frustrations that had plagued her… 

They just melted away. 

She starred at Steve’s face.   

The man who annoyed her, frustrated her, cared for her, loved her, who made her feel crazy, protected, wanted, special.  

The face of the man she has loved for the last six months. 

“Yes.”  

Steve broke into a huge smile as he slid a gorgeous ring her finger. The round diamond was set in an antique setting with smaller round diamonds and small oval sapphires on each side, all set in platinum.  “I love you.”  

“I love you.” Belle cupped his face as she pressed a kiss to him. “Oh my god.” Steve lifted her up and swinged her around as she laughed. “We’re getting married!”  

“I’m so happy my love.” He set her down and kissed her deeply.  

“Am I interrupting?”  Bucky came in holding three glasses and a bottle of champagne. He saw the big smiles on the couple.  He put everything down and embraced Belle.  “Congratulations sweetheart!” 

“Thank you, Bucky.”  

Bucky let go and turned to his best friend.  “Congratulations punk.”  

Steve pulled him in for a hug.  “Thanks jerk.”  

Bucky’s expression became solemn. “Seriously, I’m proud of you Stevie. Your ma would be so proud.”  

Belle let out a tiny sob at the emotional moment. “Sweet pea?” 

“I’m sorry, its just, we won’t have our parents there and …” 

“Oh baby, don’t cry.  It will be ok.”  Steve wrapped himself around her as she cried.  “We’ll figure it out.” He held her as Bucky got the champagne ready.  

“A toast! To you, Steve, my brother and best friend and Belle, my future sister-in-law. Congratulations!” 

Arriving back in New York was surreal.  Belle arrives not just as Belle Davis but now the future Mrs. Steven Rogers. All of their friends were excited for the couple, with Tony and Pepper throwing an engagement party for them.  When Belle mentioned not knowing where to start, Pepper and Natasha stepped up to help her navigate the inter-working of the New York social circle and wedding planning.  They got her in touch with a top wedding planner and scheduled a photo shoot.  

“Really? Why?” Belle whined.  

“Hon, Steve is a top executive as well as a former Avenger.  His marriage is top new and its important to set the narrative,” Pepper explained.  “Besides with a three-month time frame for the wedding, we want to stay on top of that.”  

That was the other things that was irritating and led to a long argument.  Belle wanted to wait the traditional year to get married. Steve wanted to be married the next day.  “I love you, sweet pea and I just want to let the world you are mine forever.”  

“And I want a wedding amore.  I mean I don’t have any family to share it with, but I still want to celebrate it.”  Belle looked down at the mention of family.  

“Oh, baby, I didn’t even think.”  Steve took her hands.  “Of course, I want to celebrate my new life with you with our friends.” He kissed her knuckles.  “Three months. Let’s do it in three months.  Just after the holidays.”  

“Really?” 

“Really, my love.”  

“Thank you, Steve.”  

“No thanks needed sweet pea.  I promised to give you the world.  That’s what I’m doing.”  

While Belle and Steve agreed on where, when and what the wedding would be, the only decision that was truly Belle’s was her dress. She poured over magazines, marking them, taking notes, approaching them as if it was an assignment.  Steve found her at her desk one night with notes on post its. “Uh, sweet pea, what are you doing?” 

“Steve! You can’t look!” She screeched.  

He quickly turned around. “Love, what is going on?” 

“I’m doing research.”  

“Research?” 

“For my dress.”  

Steve started to turn around. “Love…”  

“No! You can’t look.  You can’t see what I’m thinking.”  

Steve chuckled at the seriousness she was taking and decided to let her in on a surprise he was planning. “Sweet pea, I made you an appointment at Kleinfelds for Saturday.” Steve clasped his hands behind his back as he waited for her reaction.  

“Really?” 

“Yes. I also reached out to Pepper, Wanda, Nat, MJ and Hope and they will all be joining you.”  

“Oh my… Steve!” She raced over and jumped on his back.  He grunted at the forced but grabbed onto her thighs to hold her. She pressed kisses to his neck and cheek.  “You are the most amazing fiancé!”  

“I could tell you were stressing love. Have fun.  Happy offered to go for security and you have lunch at the Ritz afterwards.”  

“Thank you, amore. I love you.”  

Steve swung her around, so she was around his hips. “You will look amazing in anything so have fun ok?” 

She smiled and then let it slip for a moment.  “How will I pay for this?” 

“Oh.  I have this for you.”  He smiled as he handed her an envelope.  She smiled and opened.  

Darling Belle,    You have grown up so much in the few years I’ve known you. I remember the first day we met.  You, a bright-eyed intern and I, a grumpy CEO.   I know that Steve can provide for you, but I would really like pay for your wedding dress. It would be my honor.   Pepper has all the instructions.  Enjoy your day.    Tony 

“I can’t let him do that.” Belle looked at Steve.  “I have some money…” 

“No, sweet pea, Tony wants to do this for you.  He and I had lunch the other day and I mentioned about family.  The Avengers have always seen each other as family. I mean Bucky and I lost our families in the 40s, Tony’s parents are gone and so on.”  

“I’m an Avenger?” 

Steve chuckled.  “You are an Avenger by marriage, my love.  And we take care of each other.  Tony sees you as an adopted daughter. He wants to do this for you.” He kisses her head. “You have a family, Belle.  We are all your family.”  

Kleinfeld’s is the premier bridal store in New York.  Thousands of designer gowns line the walls of the store.  Belle and her entourage are greeted and escorted to a couch and chairs with champagne. Fashion director Randy comes out to make sure everything goes well.  Because when Tony Stark and Steve Rogers personally call and make sure that this bride get everything she wants, all of the top people are at her disposal.  

“So, tell me beautiful, what do you envision?” Randy asked.  

“I don’t really know.  I don’t know what would look good one me.” Belle wrang her hands together.  

“I think she would look good in a mermaid,” Natasha commented.  

“Oh, maybe a drop waist,” MJ offered.  

“Maybe something sleeker,” Hope said.  

Belle blushed.  “I just know that he is my Prince and I am his Princess.”  

Randy smiled.  “Ok.  Let’s try on the different silhouettes and go from there.  Have no fear, we will find your dress for your wedding in eight weeks.”  

Eight weeks.  Belle shivered at the thought of it being so close.  But if the man could close a business in hours, build another in a day and save the world in a week, he can have a wedding planned in no time.  Belle went to the dressing room with an assistant, Anna, and tried on the first dress, a straight satin sheath dress with a keyhole back and sweetheart neckline.  It looked very sophisticated.  She came out to her group.  

“Well…” 

“I mean…” 

“Guys, this is not it,” she said with a smile.  “Just be honest please.”  

“Ok, it looks beautiful on you but not for your wedding,” MJ replied.  

“Thank you.  That’s all I’m asking for.”  Belle turned around, hiked up the dress to everyone’s amusement and went back to the dressing room. The processed repeated for the mermaid, the trumpet, the fit and flare, and the A-line.  Belle was becoming frustrated until Randy came into her room.  

“Tell me about him.”  

Belle smiled softly. “He’s amazing, he’s gentle, loving, kind.  I feel like he rescued me from everything.  I was just this girl from Brooklyn, trying to make her way in the world when he asked me to dance. A Brooklyn boy just asked me to dance.  He is my Prince.  My Prince Charming.  And I love him.”  

Randy smiled at her.  “I know just the dress. C’mon.”  He took her hand.  

The girls were sitting on the chairs, waiting for Belle to arrive.  “Do you think she will ever pick one?” Wanda asked.  

“You could always influence her,” Nat said with a big smile, wiggling her fingers.  

“Not funny,” Pepper replied.  She heard a rustling of tulle, turned and gasped.  The dress was a ball gown but so much more.  The drop cap sleeves led into a sweetheart neckline, the bodice sitting on a natural waist.  The skirt was covered in fine lace detail. Delicate buttons flowed down the back to a chapel train.  Randy had pulled Belle’s long black hair into a bun with a few tendrils around her face.  He led her up to the podium and faced her friends.  

“So…” 

“Oh my god Belle, its perfect,” Hope gushed.  “Have you seen yourself?” 

“No, not yet.”  

“Let me finish,” Randy said.  He pulled an intricate flower and branch crystal barrette and attached it with a simple veil to the top of her bun.  “Close your eyes beautiful.”  Belle closed her as Randy turned her to face the mirrors.  She could hear the sniffles from behind her. “You ready?” He asked her.  

“Y-yeah, I’m ready.”  Belle’s voice wavered as she waited to see herself.  

“Ok, open them.”  

Belle looked in the mirror and gasped. She didn’t see herself, well, not really.  She saw herself as Steve’s princess, he’s new queen.  “Its, its… uh… oh my god.”  She let a couple of tears fall.  

Pepper instinctively went to Belle stand next to her.  “Are you ok? Is it not it?” 

“No, its perfect.”  

Pepper hugged her. “I think so too.”  

Randy smiled, “A true princess dress for our princess.  It’s called the Cinderella gown and its…” 

“Don’t say the price,” Pepper interrupted.  “Tony and I will be taking care of this and any accessories to go with it.”  

“Pepper, oh, thank you!” Belle squeezed her tight.  Pepper smiled and wiped away the tears.  

Across town, Tony’s phone dinged.  He flipped it over to see a picture of Belle with her back turned to the camera.  Her dress was the only comment and he smiled.  

“Something to share with the class, tinman?” Bucky asked. 

“Not anything I can share while he is in the room,” he replied looking at Steve.  

Steve smiled softly.  “She found a dress?” 

“She did.  And no, you can’t see it,” Tony smirked.  He shook his head.  “Let’s get back to it.”  

“Boss, the note sent to the Stark servers is untraceable,” FRIDAY, the Avengers AI said.  

“FRIDAY, can you read it to me again please.” Steve’s face moved from jovial to sadness. 

“Sure Captain.  To Captain America and Iron Man, you still have what we want.  Our heir needs to take her place.  Release her.  Hail HYDRA.”  

Bucky sighed.  “I haven’t had a hot lead in over a month.”  

“And surveillance for all of the buildings and homes are clean,” Sam added.  “We are chasing a ghost.”  

“So, what is the plan then?  The wedding is in eight weeks. We have the holidays as well.” Tony stood up and paced the room. “Cap?” 

“We have to tell her. About the threat.  We,” he pointed to Bucky and himself, “promised her that we wouldn’t keep it a secret from her.”  

“Have you told her about her family lineage?” Clint asked.  

Steve shook his head, “No, I can’t.  Not while we are getting ready for the wedding. She has been asking what preventive messages she can take.”  

“Rogers,” Tony started but took in the look on his face.  “Ok, I’m setting aside the whole Belle’s family things for now.  We have been working on a set of glasses she can wear that will change her eye color.  Its so distinctive that it would be smart to hide that.”  

“That’s good. Anything else?” Steve asked.  

“Yeah, your honeymoon, we have secured the location and safeguards.” Clint looked at his notes.  “Local authorities are ok with the additional force that will be present.”  

“And, we have increased the invisible security on Belle and you, Steve,” Bucky said.  “You guys won’t even notice, especially Belle.  School will be on break next week and Clint will be spending time with his kids since Belle will be with me at the apartment.”  

Steve nodded. “Ok, I think…” 

“Oh no, you are not getting out of discussing your bachelor party,” Tony said with a mischievous grin.  

“I don’t want nor need a bachelor party,” Steve said crossing his arms.  

“The party is not for you.”  Tony stopped and held up his hand.  “Wait, let me try that again.  The party is to celebrate you but it’s mostly for us.  Don’t deny us the reason to celebrate that you actually are committing to someone, Rogers.”  

“Stark, I don’t think Isabella would like me…” 

“She’s going on her own party,” Clint says quietly interrupting.  

“What?” 

“Well, Nat and Wanda approached me about arranging security for her party about two weeks before the wedding.  It’s supposed to be a surprise for Belle.”  

Steve groaned as Tony clapped in glee. “That settles it.  That same night, gentlemen, will the swan song for the singledom of Steve G. Rogers.”  

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The Divorce (5)

summary | Victor Creel’s house was the description of a haunted house, a true haunted house. Searching for clues you had no idea how they could look like seemed like the most promising line of investigation and it did nothing to make you settle with the anxiety that was building inside. What was it like to be with Vecna’s curse in Vecna’s chosen house?

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pairing | Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

warnings | angst, arguments, hurt/comfort, SEASON 4 SPOILERS (episode 5), tiny bit of fluff, again they’re in love but don’t tell them yet, talks about death (reader), self deprecating talk, Vecna’s Curse, stranger things usual stuff

word count | 4k 

author’s note | i’m back with part five!!! (and i figured out there are going to be more than six parts and an epilogue, sorry) i’m also sorry that i’m taking longer to write it because college and work are really taking a turn on me and i’m left with no energy :( i hope you guys like the new chapter! <;33

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You couldn’t sleep for the whole night after you saw the clock.

That fucking clock.

You knew one of the symptoms Max had described you was nightmares — not that you nights were that easy before, specially with the Upside Down problems looming over your shoulder. So it seemed pretty reasonable to just not sleep.

You can’t have nightmares if you’re awake, right?

But it was difficult to run away from Steve’s suspects, he was keeping an eye on you since the graveyard event, since you saw that clock and didn’t tell him. It was just like he was inside your head and wanted you to admit to him things weren’t right.

Because you promised him. Promised he’d be the first to know about any clock you saw.

But you didn’t want to take the focus away from Max and the actual problems. Fuck, you didn’t even had a favourite song to save you, right?

If everything went as planned everything should be solved soon or it wouldn’t be solved at all.

Especially for you.

It had to be about 6am when you were blinking heavily and felt a warm liquid running from your nose.

Your hand was there quickly, preventing it from getting to your mouth or your shirt. With the first rays of sun passing through the basement’s window it was easy to spot the crimson liquid staining your pointer finger. You were up in no time and got to the bathroom, closing the door to avoid any more suspicions.

The cold water cleaned the fresh blood easily, but you still sat down on the ground with your head leaning back to try and stop the bleeding.

Three firm knocks on the door came not too far after you got inside.

“Yeah?” You said in a loud voice without opening your eyes.

“Is everything okay?” Steve’s worried voice echoed inside the bathroom like he was right by your side.

You breathed deeply before answering. “I’m fine!”

“You’re sure?”

You got up and closed the facet right before opening the door to face him. “All good.” Your annoyed tone was enough to make his eyes widen and search for anywhere to look that wasn’t your face.

Standing there in the doorway was a weird place, but you waited for Steve to say anything more or just get out of the way… Damn, the stress was getting a little out of hand. Going against all your expectations, Steve’s eyes locked on you getting more serious every second.

“Look, I know something is wrong.” He started, raising his finger when you already began to defend yourself from the very much right accusations. “I may not be the most intelligent person, but I like to think I still know you. I’m here if you need me.”

His eyes carried a hundred more comfort words you couldn’t make out, just feel. It was overwhelming to say the least, all the goodness in his eyes, everything Steve could make you feel with only a few words. It made you want to spill everything that was inside your head and hide into his arms.

It was unfair, because you weren’t together anymore. Everything should be buried deep down, forgotten and healed but it clearly wasn’t, at least not for you.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to run away or try to find out if it felt the same for him, if his worry was fruit from the unspoken and lingering love you felt or just some mutual respect you developed for the past three days after that first unsettling encounter. Steve chose to follow Nancy after all, right? He was trying to get away from you and the kids but it was already explained… Would he lie to you to hide the fact he was still in love with Nancy Wheeler?

That was not something the Steve you dated would do, so all you could do was hope it was just your paranoia.

You were lost in your thoughts for good seconds to make the situation a bit uncomfortable for Steve that wasn’t aware of your inner monologue.

“I know.” You finally answered, shaking away the slightly sad face. Your hand found his that secured him leaning on the threshold without even thinking, but you needed to hold it. “I know, Stevie. We just have bigger problems now. But… We’ll talk, okay?”

He didn’t look excited by your response but yet nodded his head. His thumb traced small designs in your hand, like Steve didn’t want to let you physically go.

“Hey there, you guys are coming? We need to get going right now!” Dustin shouted from the top of the stairs making the soft atmosphere dissipate very easily.

“Let’s go then.” Steve said, making a gesture for you to go first.

The start of another lovely day to fight some monsters.

…

“Yeah, that's not creepy.” Steve was the first to break the silence as the group faced the abandoned house that once belonged to Victor Creel.

The whole house was sealed with nails and wood clapboards, closing the windows and all the doors to prevent any invasions. Nancy had brought two hammers in the car to help with the whole “getting inside process”.

“What exactly are we supposed to be looking for in this shithole?” Steve asked as he helped Nancy with the board that covered the front door.

“We're not sure.” She answered him. “We just know this house is important to Vecna.”

“Because Max saw it in Vecna's red soup mind world?” Steve kept trying to rationalize it for some reason.

“Basically.” Nancy was tired of his questioning so she was brief.

“Great.” He mumbled under his breath, changing focus to the task of getting inside the house.

“Maybe it holds a clue to where Vecna is.” Dustin decided to get in the conversation. “Why he's back. Why he killed the Creels. And how to stop him before he comes back for Max.”

“I just think this is the best clue we got till now, right? It’s better than having nothing.” It was your time to mutter, winning the attention of only a few members of the group that were near you.

“We… don't think he's in here, do we?” Lucas asked, a bit unsure.

“Guess we'll find out.” Max responded.

Nancy and Steve quickly let the wood board go and fell to the floor, exposing the stained glass with the figure of a rose right in the center of it.

It was creepy to say the least.

You felt colder than before, the same sensation you got at that moment when you were leaving the graveyard, those goosebumps down your spine that were far from pleasant. There was no voice you could hear but you could almost feel it telling you weren’t supposed to be there or anywhere near it.

“It's locked.” Steve announced the obvious. “Should I knock, see if anybody's home?”

“No need.” Robin shouted with a large brickstone in her hand. “I found a key.”

What a key… The glass shattered very easily with it, taking the bottom half of the rose away with the brick. Steve was the one to get his hand through the opening and open the house from the inside. The door creaked so much it was obvious it had been closed for a long long time.

Lucas tried to turn on the light unsuccessfully. “Looks like someone forgot to pay their electric bill.”

You walked near Dustin and Steve, getting the flashlight you hung on your belt before getting out of the car.

“Where'd everyone get those?” Steve inquired, looking at the flashlights everyone carried like he was left out.

“Do you need to be told everything?” Dustin was as soft as always with his tone. “You're not a child.”

You laughed at the situation, getting their attention. Extending your hands towards Dustin’s backpack, he let you hold it and take an extra flashlight out and hand it to Steve.

“Thank you.” Your ex-boyfriend whispered and you flashed him a smile, leaving Dustin’s bag in the ground so you could get it later when you left the house.

“They just left everything.” Nancy said as she took a look around with Robin.

“I guess a triple homicide isn't good for resale value.” Robin had a point with her snarky comment.

You took a look around by yourself, stopping on your tracks when you saw it.

The grandfather clock, the same as the day before.

Just that this time felt so much more real, the ticking was louder in your head and it looked… in place, like it belonged there.

“Hey, guys?” You could still hear Max while in trance? That was weird. “You all see that, right?”

“Yeah.” Dustin’s voice was there too.

“Yeah.” Steve was the one to make you realize it was real, that the clock was actually inside the house. That it was the inspiration for the one that appeared in your head.

“Yeah.” You muttered weakly, stepping away from it. 

“Is this what you saw? In your visions?” Nancy asked Max.

“I mean, it's… just a clock. Right?” Robin said, stepping closer to it, which you clearly wouldn’t advise her to do. The last thing wanted was to touch that thing and make it feel a thousand more times real than it already was. “Like a normal old clock.”

"Everything can be normal until you're seing it in weird places." You mumbled.

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks?” Steve raised a question. “Maybe he's, like, a clockmaker or something?”

“I think you cracked the case, Steve.” Dustin’s voice was dripping with irony, making Steve look at him with a slight shade of anger.

“All I know is the answers are here. Somewhere.” Nancy announced dramatically before going down to business. “Okay, everyone stay in groups of two. Or three.” She added before looking at you. “Robin, Y/n, upstairs.”

“Come on. Let's go.” Max got Lucas’ hand and pulled him to follow her out of the room.

You followed the girls up the stairs leaving Steve and Dustin arguing behind you. They decided to go for the main bedroom, it looked like it came straight from a horror movie with everything in place but looking almost ghostly.

“Wow, this bed looks comfortable.” You mocked looking at the silky sheets that had already incorporated all the dust.

“It once was for sure.” Robin said, looking around the room.

The door to the bathroom was slightly closed, so you used your feet to kick it and look at more dust and webs that were starting to worry you and making you feel like the spiders were crawling over your skin and getting under your clothes.

“Hey.” Nancy called you, making you look at her in shock. “Anything over there?”

“Nothing, just a tub with three generations of a family of spiders.”

“Ew!” Robin widened her eyes. “Remember me to stay away from that bathroom.”

You kept looking in silence, Robin making a comment or two just to stop it from getting too uncomfortable — or too scary.

“Hey, Y/n.” Robin called you when you went to look in the same place in one that once was a young girl’s room. “Please be kind to Steve. He… He looks at you in the very same way he did back in July.”

“What?” You looked confused by the way she started the conversation out of the blue.

“He still loves you.” She went right to the point.

“I… To be honest I thought he was going for Nancy after the trailer park stunt and all.” You avoided looking straight at her, devoting all your attention to the cracks in the wall and floorboards.

“No, he spent the whole time we were inside the library complaining about how you didn’t seem shaken to see him.” Your eyes crossed with Robin’s after that revelation, a silent way to ask “What?” just to make sure she wasn’t playing with you. “And I have reason to believe you…”

“Yeah, right.” You went back to your careful examination of the structure of the place. You didn’t want to expose yourself to her, it wasn’t like your talks in the backroom of Scoops Ahoy.

Now she was Steve’s best friend and she wanted what was best for him, you could understand that and it made you happy to know Steve had someone who had his back here.

You hadn’t. And even lost the few who could’ve stayed with the breakup and the departure back in July 1985.

“Just… be kind with him, okay?” She asked one more time.

“I will.” You promised Robin, because you didn’t want to shatter Steve Harrington, it was the last thing you wanted to do. “I care about him way more than I should.”

“I bet he does the same.” Robin granted and she… she couldn’t be more right if you thought about the words that kept echoing through your mind if you let the fear of Vecna go for more than two seconds.

The way you jumped with the noise that came from the hallway made the floorboards creak a bit more intensely. You went quickly out of the room before exchanging worried looks, to check on what the hell was happening in that house. You found Steve and Nancy trying to take a spider out of his hairs, his voice raised a bit with every word.

“If there's a spider, you're never gonna find it till it lays eggs and the babies spill out.” Robin mocked him, exchanging a smug face with her friend.

“What's wrong with you?” Was all he could manage as a response. “Robin, seriously. She's got problems.” Steve mumbled the last part so only you and Nancy could hear.

“Tell me about it.” Nancy added.

“I missed her, though.” You confessed, looking at her walking forward and noticing it was true.

You wanted to go back and just make small talk with her in the backroom of the ice cream shop. And maybe help her with teasing Steve’s antiques with his stupid hat.

“It's cool you two are friends now.” Steve commented to Nancy, she only smiled a bit and went to follow Robin, leaving you alone with him.

“It's not like we're dating.” Steve said out of the blue. “Me and Robin. Not like we're dating.”

“I know, Steve.” You granted it, you just didn’t feel romantic tension between them. Love was there for sure but it was just… friendship.

“She told you? That we're not…?”

“She didn’t need to. You both look like brother and sister by the way you act with each other.” You explained, containing a laugh. “You sure argue like family.”

“It’s just… Robin is so…”

“If you say annoying you’re only going to confirm my theory.”

He laughed at you even if he didn’t want to show joy at you joking at his face. “You didn’t change one bit.”

It was an innocent comment but it sort of hit you hard, like everything you had before the Starcourt Battle was still there and like Steve was still seeing you as the one he loved back there. But you knew the truth, you knew you weren’t the same — there was a reason you two had broken up after all…

But you smiled at him anyway.

“You’re just the same.” He continued, eyes focused on you like they could see your soul. “But you’re still weak, right?” That made you uneasy, it sounded so off for Steve to say something like that, it didn't fit his voice. “You still push everyone away without warning, as I can see. Was it that easy to leave me behind?”

“What? No…Steve…” You tried to speak but the words would come to you, your mind was just a thunderstorm of mixed thoughts you couldn’t separate in any comprehensible form of communication. “I… It hurted so much to let you go.”

“So why did you do it?” He was ruthless to shoot that question right in that moment. “I needed you back there and where were you? You were breaking up with me and moving out of Hawkins.”

“Steve, we both agreed that we couldn’t have stayed together like that. We were no good for each other and…”

“That’s what you wanted to make me believe.” Steve accused you, his index pointing right at your face making you retreat in yourself. “You only wanted the easy way out, right? You were never suited for all the shit we go through in Hawkins, should just stay in the dark like the rest of the city. You just can’t deal with it, am I right?”

The tears flowed down your cheeks and there was no way to stop it, you were shrunken against the wall and Steve’s hands were starting to get weird, bigger fingers and burnt flesh replacing his features, a face without clear skin.

A terrifying face looking right back at you.

Vecna’s face.

“Y/n.” Vecna said your name in that scary slurred voice of his making you want to run as fast as you could even if you didn’t have anywhere to go. “Your time is coming. It’s always easy to use the weak link as a plan B.”

You slipped in the wall to the left to get away from him and close to any door you could find to put between you and Vecna, but you only fell back in the place you were standing before, stepping carelessly to the left because you suddenly lost your balance. If it wasn’t for Steve that was holding your cheeks firmly with his hands — when did that happen? — you wouldn’t be up.

“Oh, thank god! You’re back…” He was going to say some more things but your hand went to his mouth to stop the words from coming out and calling more attention.

“Did you call anyone here?” You asked him with a serious face, but the hurried steps getting closer answered it for you.

“Is everything okay?” Robin was there out of her breath, followed by Nancy and Dustin that were on the same floor.

You breathed deep to keep your act before turning to face them. “I’m good, I just tripped over one of these terrible floorboards and my feet got stuck. But it’s already solved. Steve got a bit too worried about it.”

They looked around to analyze the scene and it was weird. Even with the good act you fought to keep it was hard to believe, Steve’s shouts were too desperate and it didn’t fit with only a fall.

“Yes.” Steve freed his mouth from your hand and confirmed the story without an ounce of plainess. “I was just… on edge.”

They stood there for a few more moments at the door, but there was nothing to say if you guys didn’t want to say anything. It wasn’t like it was a vacation and everyone could go after some gossip, it was literally a mission in a haunted house inside the city everyone had grown up.

The moment they left you let Steve go fully, trying to ground yourself but it was hard when the house was so similar to its darker version you saw in your head.

“It has already happened, right?” Steve didn’t have to wait for the answer to know the truth, everything was already perfectly clear inside his head. “Fuck, Y/n! You promised you’d tell me!”

“I couldn’t, all right? I… I couldn’t take the focus away from Max. I’m the one who needs to keep her safe and not make everyone worry about me.” You continued the argument in the shushed voice.

“When did you see the clock?” His hands were on your shoulders now,keeping you steady and keeping you close. You were afraid Vecna would do his little trick again. “For the first time?”

“Yesterday at the graveyard.”

“I knew it. I fucking knew something was wrong!” Steve was mad, but even with all the madness that was your head at that moment you could see it wasn’t really directed at you. It was directed at him for not pushing it.

“I’m sorry.” And you were being completely honest with him. “I’m so sorry, Steve.”

He took a deep breath before talking. And one more just to make sure. “It doesn’t really matter right now. But I’m not leting you go through this alone and let you just kill yourself. We’re telling the others…”

“No. No!” You cut him, hissing the words because you could hear steps approaching. “I don't want you to tell them. We’re not going to tell them. That’s final!”

“Okay.” Steve said bitterly, looking around like he would find the solution in that old haunted dusty room. “I won’t tell him. But we are going first thing after we go out from here to the trailer park and we’re getting a tape of your favorite record.” You were going to argue but he didn’t let you even start. “There’s no way you are talking me out of this, if you say no I’ll tell everyone the second I see them. You’re walking with that in your pocket now and that’s final.”

It was weird, having him deciding things so seriously like that, so decided to keep you safe. “I care about you way more than I should”, the words echoed through your head bringing you a small comfort to your still racing heart.

“I think he’s changing his modus operandi or something.” You told Steve that looked back at you even more worried if it was even possible. “I only saw the clock once, and now he talked to me? I… I don’t know what he’s trying to do here.”

“He talked to you?” He asked in shock.

“Yeah. Said something about me being a plan B.” You decided to just spill everything to Steve, he already knew the worst part, there was nothing to do about it.

“So Max might be plan A…” He tried to form something but apparently it was way too hard. “We need everyone to analyze the new information, if we just tell Dustin…”

“No.” You were firm in your decision.

“It might help us understand.” 

You had no idea why Steve was still trying to reason it with you, but it got somewhere. What if what you were hiding was vital information and it could help solve everything? What if by keeping it you were endangering the kids even more?

“Okay, Steve. We tell them but not right now.” You placed your cards on the table waiting for him to accept it or not. “This is final.”

It wasn’t the best, it wasn’t what he wanted, but if it was all he could get to try to save you he would grab it with everything he had. “Deal.”

You shook hands like you were trading something that wasn’t this life threatening, still touching eachother even when the handshake was supposed to end. His other hand came to the back of your neck to find support, the brown eyes were looking at you with such devotion you only ever saw there.

“Guys! Come here now!” Max shouted, getting you out of the pretty eye’s spell.

“Hm, we need to go.” You said, untangling your hand from his and walking towards the stairs. He followed you closely and you found everyone in the old dining room looking up at a blinking chandelier.

“It's like the Christmas lights.” Nancy said, eyes glued to the orange glow.

“The Christmas lights?” Max asked.

“Yeah, when Will was in the Upside Down, the lights… came to life.” Nancy explained it.

“Vecna's here.” Dustin said. “In this house.”

“Just on the other side.” Lucas added to it.

Steve looked at you preoccupied, the serious expression was still there and it only got stronger with the fact that you now knew that Vecna was sort of there. It was like you were talking through eyes only, his saying “Be more careful” and yours trying to keep him calm while saying “There isn’t really much to do”.

The light blinked even more until they shut down for good.

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said as everybody looked around just as if searching for a ghost.

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Say Hi To Larry (Chapter 14 2/2)

Book Title: Widowed Willow Warnings: Bugs, Amari accidentally slaps Elena, Seance, Bonnie gets possessed, Amari passed out, Damon is a dick, Carolines an asshole DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! YOU MAY REBLOG BUT DON'T REPOST! Story Masterlist | Previous Part | Next Part

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“Who the hell is that?” Amari asked from her place on top of the counter, she heard Elena walking towards the door. “It’s Stefan.”

Furrowing her brows, Amari glanced at Bonnie who shrugged before they both followed the brunette teen. “Thanks for coming, I wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t important.”

“I know,” Stefan reassured as Amari nudged Bonnie towards the stairs, “Could you wait upstairs for us?”

Bonnie nodded as Amari kissed her on the cheek, once she was upstairs Amari shoved the remaining pair out the door with her and closed it behind her. 

“Tell your creepy stalker brother to leave Bonnie alone,” Amari huffed, as soon as she shut the door. 

“Amari.”

“Woah, wait, slow down,” Stefan demanded, confusion clear in his voice. “What’s going on?”

“Damon’s a creep who jerks off to people’s terrified faces,” Amari answered, immediately wincing when Elena punched her in the shoulder. As Amari softly whispered an apology, Elena turned to Stefan and enunciated. “He threatened Bonnie, Stefan, he’s harassing her.” 

“What would Damon want with Bonnie?” Stefan wondered, his brows pulled in a frown as he glanced between the girls. Elena paced the porch avoiding Amari’s hand swatting a mosquito, “She has this necklace, Caroline got it from Damon, she gave it to bonnie, and now Damon wants it back,”

“Like this mosquito, Damon is annoying the shit out of Bonnie,” Amari added, swinging her arms above her head in hopes of hitting the intruding bug, she accidentally hit Elena in the head. 

Now grabbing Amari’s arms and pinning them to her sides, Elena sighs, tired of the day's events, “Tormenting is what you meant to say.”

“Over a necklace?” Stefan asked in disbelief.

“No, a talisman. It belonged to her ancestor back in your time, if I remember Michelle correctly.”

“Emily, yeah,” Stefan nodded, looking to the side in thought before looking back at the pair in front of him. “She was Katherine and Amethyst’s handmaid and Laila’s mentor. She was also a witch.”

“Ok, Stefan knows she’s a witch, lovely.” Amari huffed, yanking free from Elena and slapping another mosquito from Elena’s face. Ignoring the cry of pain from her friend, Amari continues her thought aloud, “Damon knows as well, and wants the necklace talisman thingy.”

“But why?” Elena asked, rubbing the side of her face in hopes of soothing the sting. Stefan shrugged, glancing between the two and doing a double take at Amari shuffling away from a spider. 

“I’ll… I’ll find out,” He said, huffing at the girls’ cry of surprise when a bug flew at them. He turned to walk away, laughing when he glanced back and saw them running into the house. “Lena, the bug is in your hair!”

“GET IT OFF!”

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Sighing loudly, Amari sat on the counter again, after killing the bug and flushing it away. Now she was just sitting in awkward silence with her best friends, two of which were in the middle of a silent argument. The dark-skinned girl watched as Elena nudged Caroline, pointing at Bonnie in a silent demand to apologize. Grabbing her phone, Amari sends her blue-eyed friend a text. 

Why didn’t we invite you to the sleepover?

Cause I told you not to after you said Care and Bon would be there.

Gee Mitch, really feeling the love

“I’m sorry, there I said it,” Amari’s head shot up, smacking it on the cupboard behind her head, creating a loud thud. The group glanced at Amari before looking at each other and laughing. “Don’t laugh, you were supposed to apologize. Elena, help my hair is stuck”

While Elena goes to help Amari, Caroline turns towards a chuckling Bonnie. The blonde tried and failed to look apologetic, “I’m sorry, Bonnie. If you want the ugly ass necklace, keep it. It’s yours.”

“Would you hate me if I threw it way?” Bonnie asked, hesitating slightly glancing over at Amari when she hissed, “Hypothetically, she meant if she hypothetically threw it out. Elena that’s my scalp!”

‘If you’d stop sitting on the counter like a cat, you wouldn’t be in this situation!”

“You threw it away?!” Caroline repeated, ignoring the arguing pair in favor of glaring at Bonnie. The dark-skinned brunette winced, playing with one of her braids while explaining, “It sounds crazy, I know, but it was given me nightmares, I had to get rid of it.”

“You could’ve just given it back to me,” Caroline suggested, crossing her arms over her chest with a sarcastic smile on her face. Elena scoffed, finally getting Amari’s hair untangled from the cupboard hinge, “Why? So you can give it to Damon?”

Huffing at her friend's desire to interfere, Amari hopped off the counter and towards the island. “Are you guys seriously arguing over a necklace that some guy, who is an abusive piece of shit, by the way, wants? You’re gonna let this random guy you met, what? A week ago? Over someone you’ve known since a few years after you popped out ya momma’s coochie?”

“Amari please!” Elena pleaded, huffing out a laugh as Caroline leaned forward to catch a laughing Bonnie. The blonde nodded, looking at her friends, “You’re right, screw Damon. Are we doing manicures or what?”

“In my bag,” Bonnie replied, shifting to grab her glass of juice. 

“So, Elena-” Caroline grinned, digging through Bonnie’s bag to get her kit. “How long do you think this fight with Stefan’s gonna last? Is it, you know, like a permanent thing?”

“I don’t know Caroline,” Elena sighed as she ate a piece of Amari’s sour patch kids. Dodging Amari’s fist, Elena continued, “I think me and him should stay friends. I think I wanna see someone else and I know he’s better off with someone else.”

“Why are you such a little liar, Bonnie?” Caroline snapped, everyone’s heads turning to her in shock and Amari choking on her spit.

“Excuse me?” The Bennett demanded before her eyes widened when she saw Emily’s talisman in Caroline’s hand.

“Now she’s just fucking with you,” Amari spoke, clearing her throat when Elena glared at her. “What? We both watched her throw it in the field, not it’s in her bag. How that work?”

“Who is she and why is she fucking with Bonnie?” Caroline asked, twirling the necklace in her hands. Bonnie sighed, explaining the ghost issue and Emily constantly bothering her. Caroline chuckled in disbelief, looking between the other girls to see if they believed it. They hadn’t even batted an eye, Elena looking at Bonnie in concern and Amari counting the remaining sour patch kids in her hand.

“Ok, I’ll play. Why wasn’t I told this? You guys always leave me out,” The blond snapped, crossing her arms on her chest. Elena shook her head, softly whispering, “That’s not true.”

“Uh, yeah it is. I had to invite her here 'cause she didn’t know about the sleepover,” Amari spoke, still digging in her bag of candy, “Don’t get me started on the number of times I had to catch her up on different topics.”

“I can’t talk to you, you don’t listen,” Bonnie spoke, huffing in annoyance as the blonde cast an offended look. “That’s not true, I listen. When do I not listen?”

“I’m a witch,” Bonnie sighed, Caroline tilted her head, “And don’t we all know it.”

“You think Aiden would mind picking me up?” 

Bonnie groaned, rolling her eyes at her blonde friend. She turned and stormed out of the room causing the other girls to wince. The tallest of the group glared at Caroline until she followed after Bonnie, grumbling under her breath about apologies and annoying friends. While their friends talked, Amari and Elena sat in the kitchen throwing sour patch kids at each other in hopes of landing one in the other’s mouth.

“You guys can come in now!”

Smiles on their faces, the pair walk into the living and sit in the living room wondering what they should do. “Let’s do a seance?”

“And die like they do in the horror movies? Or end up posses?” Amari scoffed, looking at her blonde friend in surprise before shaking her head and picking at her fingernails. “No thanks.”

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“Why am I doing this again?” 

The group sat in a circle in Elena’s bedroom, candles lit around the room, and windows closed. They all held hands, their eyes closed except Amari, who was peeking at Caroline in irritation. “Be quiet, Bonnie needs to concentrate. Now, call to her.”

Rolling her eyes, Bonnie sighed in defeat, “Emily, I call on you, I know you have a message and I’m here to listen.”

Not a second later, the candles all flared making the girls jump out of the circle. The flames grew higher almost reaching the ceiling, “We’re gonna die1” Amari hollers, Elena yanking her away from a nearby candle before turning to Bonnie. “Ask her for a sign.”

Bonnie shakes her head making Caroline huff, “Emily if you’re among us, show us a sign.”

“I’d rather you didn’t.”

Silence, after a moment Amari sighs. Glancing around, “Emily?” 

The windows slam open causing the four to scream, Bonnie shook slightly as she yanked the necklace off her and threw it on the floor, “I can’t, I’m done.” The candles fade out leaving the room in complete darkness, the girls shout over each other trying to turn the lights on.

“I got it!”

With the lights on, everyone glances around and Amari’s the first one to notice. “Alright Care, hand over the necklace.”

Looking over at the candles, where Bonnie had thrown it, there was no necklace. Caroline’s eyes widen as she glares at her friends. “I didn’t take it, why would I want it after we just almost died?!”

Floorboards squeak right behind Elena in the hallway causing the color to drain from her face. She shouts as she dives straight into Amari’s arms, “I’m not looking back, I remember! That’s how they die!”

Bonnie whines as another board squeaks, this time much closer to the door. The group all crawl into the bed and wrap the blanket around themselves. Elena pokes her head out, “Jeremy?”

“Is at Aiden’s house.” Amari answers.

“Jenna?”

“She’s not here,” Amari yanks Elena back under the covers, “She texted me earlier about her not coming home tonight.” Sighing, Amari crawls out of the covers she smacks Caroline’s hand away. “I’ll be right back if something happens to me. Jeremy can have my sketchbook, Elena can have my sour patch kids, Caroline can have my clothes, and Bonnie can have Nemo.”

She creeps towards the bedroom’s doorway, Amari glances back at her friends, a piece of the blanket lifted slightly so they could see. She chuckles, “We really think a blanket is gonna protect us from a ghost.” Bonnie yanks a pillow under the blanket while Elena and Caroline grab smaller objects to protect themselves. Amari shrugs, flinching slightly when she hears another floorboard creak. 

“I won’t let him free them.” Spinning around, Amari sees the outline of a person. She screams falling backward and crawling towards the screaming group of girls. Now under the covers, Amari leans into Elena’s chest. “I saw a thing, it looked like that guy who could turn invisible from the movie Zoom.”

Bonnie sighs, handing Amari the pillow and crawling out of the blanket, “I’ll be right back.”

Bonnie glances around, A creak in front of her causes her to look towards the bathroom. “Uh, guys?”

The group peaks out and sees Bonnie walking toward the bathroom. They share a look before yelling in fright when the door closes and locks, trapping Bonnie in the bathroom.

“Bonnie!” Amari cried out, the group falling off the bed and running towards the door. Hearing Bonnie screaming they all try yanking the door open, Caroline slams her shoulder into the door, “Bonnie, what’s going on?!”

Suddenly, Bonnie’s screams stop and a thud is heard before silence. Trying the doorknob again, Amari slams the door open leaning on the ground next to Bonnie. She looks up at Amari, her brows furrowed, “I won’t let him free them.”

Seeing the color drain from Amari’s face, Elena leans next to her. She places her hand on Amari’s cheek before glancing up at Caroline who scoffs, “Unbelievable, you were totally faking it.’

She turns to run out of the bathroom with Elena following after, “Caroline!”

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“I must go,” Bonnie spoke, walking towards the front door causing Caroline to frown. “If she’s leaving then I’m leaving.” Elena scoffed, shaking her head as she exclaimed, “You guys can’t just leave!”

Amari yanks Bonnie from the door making her slowly turn towards her. “Explain, woman.”

Bonnie sighs as she stares at the dark-skinned teen in front of her, she smiles slightly before frowning as she lifts the necklace slightly, “I can’t let him have this, it must be destroyed.”

“Damon wants to save Katherine, but to save her he’d release the others,” Bonnie continues, staring at Amari with an expectant look. Glancing over at her other friends, Amari frowns when they shrug at her. Bonnie grabs her hand and drags her towards the door, “I’ll show you.”

The blonde’s eyes widen, glancing at an equally shocked Elena, they follow their friends. “Where are you going now?!”

“Back to where it all began,” Without sparing a glance, Bonnie answers. Amari glances back, still attempting to keep up with Bonnie’s fast walk. “Elena, stay here.”

Suddenly, they’re pushed into the house and the door slams shut. Elena reaches forward, trying to open it but it clicks, the lock shutting in place. After a moment of silence, the door opens causing the girls to scream. Staring at the pair in confusion is Jeremy, he shouts in surprise when Caroline shoves past him shouting in horror, “I’m out of here.”

Glancing at Elena, Jeremy shakes his head slightly before jogging up the stairs and into his room. Running her fingers through her hair, Elena pulls her phone out and calls Stefan, “Stefan, it’s Bonnie.  I think Emily possessed her or something, she took Amari and said something about showing her something and that she had to stop it.”

Grabbing her keys and running outside, deciding to close the door in fear of it yanking her back in again. She climbs into her car, putting it on speaker, “Elena what exactly did she say?” 

“I don’t know, I was panicking,” Elena spoke quickly, looking around her house. There was that random mark on the wall again. “She said she won’t let him have it, that it must be destroyed. Then she grabbed Amari and dipped.”

“Where do you think they went?” Stefan asked, after a moment he checks his phone to make sure she hadn’t hung up. “Fell’s church, by the old cemetery, Emily took Bonnie there in her dream.” 

“Alright, I’m going to find them, stay home,” Stefan spoke, before hanging up. Elena scoffed as she pulled out of her driveway before speeding towards Fell church. 

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Stefan frowns hearing his brother groaning, rushing towards him and yanking the branch out his side. The raven-haired man sighs in relief as he heals and sends a frustrated look toward his brother. Damon frowned and yanked Stefan so he turned around, behind him stood Amari and Emily. The latter drew a pentagram on the floor with a large stick, Amari standing there while hitting the side of her leg. She looked up as if sensing them, “Stefan?”

“Are you alright?” He questioned, stepping forward slightly with Damon following. Before she could answer, Emily spoke up, “I wouldn’t harm her, she’s the reason we exist. Once I complete the spell, she’ll remember. She and these people don’t deserve this, they should never have known such evil.”

“What evil?” Stefan frowned slightly, Emily glares at Damon “I won’t let him release them. To save her, I had to save them.”

Stefan’s eyes widened in shock, “You saved everyone in the church?”

“With one, comes all.”

“I don’t care about them-” Damon huffs, yanking his hair, “I just want Katherine.”

Finished with the stick, Emily throws it at Damon before lifting her hands, “Incendia!” Letting out a shout of fright, Amari grabs onto Emily as a ring of fire surrounds the girls.

“Amari!” Stefan yelled, trying to run towards her but jumping back when the fire grew bigger. Emily yanks a bracelet off of Amari and throws it in the fire, “What the hell are you doing?!”

Emily sighs as she turns to face Amari, “I used this necklace to save Katherine I must destroy it to prevent him from letting the vampires out. To do that, I need you to remember.”

“Amari!” Elena yelled, running towards the pair only to be yanked back by Stefan. They watched as Emily threw the necklace in the air, the remains of the bracelet following it. Amari gasped, grabbing at her chest in pain before falling to her knees and screaming. She hears someone shout her name, it sounded like she was underwater before it cleared and she could hear Elena, Stefan, and Damon calling out to her. She sees the fire die out before falling forward, face first on the floor. 

Bonnie glanced around in confusion before screaming when Damon rushed towards her a bit her neck. He’s thrown back by a hand grabbing his hair, and Bonnie falls to the floor next to Amari. Seeing the faint rise and fall of Amari’s chest, Stefan checks Bonnie’s pulse. Biting into his wrist, he feeds Bonnie his blood and watches as the wound on her neck heals.

Gasping awake, Bonnie glances around before crying out, “Amari!”

Elena sits on the floor cradling Amari to her chest, Stefan next to her checking his friend for wounds. Bonnie gapes at her friend, “I don’t understand, what happened?”

Elena glanced up, “How do you feel?”

“I’m fine, it’s just-” She flinches back when Stefan looks up at her. He sighs, “I’m not gonna hurt you.”

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After placing Amari in the back of Elena’s car with her head in Bonnie’s lap, Stefan and Elena stand a little away from the car. The brunette sighs watching the car before turning to Stefan, “Bonnie’s not in danger of… you know?

“She’d have to die with my blood in her system,” Stefan said, shaking his head, “Keep an eye on her tonight, once it leaves her system she’ll be fine.”

“I need to tell her the truth, we can trust her,” Elena stated, glancing back at the car before looking back at Stefan, “What about Amari?” 

He frowned, glancing at the car before looking down at his hands, “Emily said something about her remembering and that she was the reason they existed. I think she’s probably going through flashbacks of…”

Glancing at Elena, he sees her frown in concern and concentration, “I’m listening.”

“I know,” He assures, wiping his face before continuing, “I think she’s getting flashbacks of someone’s past so she can remember things. Like how she was able to lift Damon.”

“And give him a migraine,” Elena realized, nodding her head. She looks down at Stefan playing with his fingers, a habit he picked up from Amari. She smiles as she glances between the car and Stefan, “You don’t have to push her away, we can do this.”

Stefan shook his head, looking toward the car and smiling slightly when he sees Bonnie lift Amari at the perfect angle for him to see her face.  “I sho- I can’t, Elena, I have to leave. Too many people have died and your friends got hurt.” 

“If you think you’re protecting us then you’re an idiot,” Elena glared, her smile completely gone. She frowns when Stefan chuckles, “Amari said the same thing. Well, she called me a dumbass, but still.”

“I have to do this,” Stefan stepped back, looking around and away from Elena, “Coming home was a mistake, I can’t be a part of your lives anymore.”

“Don’t go,” Elena pleaded, stepping forward slightly and frowning when Stefan took two steps back. “Please, you don’t have to leave. What about Amari?”

“Goodbye Elena,” Stefan spoke, sending a wave towards the care before walking away from Elena, “You can’t just leave”

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The room had started to become a blur of colours, a messy symphony of voices and background noises. You were struggling to keep your eyes open. Perhaps you shouldn’t have pulled that all nighter to finish all the paperwork your colleagues gave you to do instead of doing it themselves.

Selfless, nice, respectful - what was a person like you doing in the Fatui of all places? The balladeer had pondered this question more than once through the span of your career as his personal assistant. Even he could tell you were out of your element here. Everyone you came across, you treated with kindness, even ones that didn’t share the same respect. Then there was one person you were especially sweet to and that was your boss; the big, bad Scaramouche. You thought he wasn’t as terrible as people made him out to be, but that was only because he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel to you like he was to others. The kindness you showed him wasn’t to get on his good side to get less work, or out of fear that he’d do something horrible to you. It was pure, genuine. You didn’t do it out of necessity, you did it because you liked him. Why did you like him? That, he was still lost about.

Your head continued to droop, your eyes growing heavier with the passing seconds. You hoped your boss wouldn’t notice you falling asleep right next to him. He did.

If he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t blame you. The meeting the both of you were attending had been going on for hours, with constant back and forth arguing. It was making his head hurt and your head throb with pain. His eyes drifted to you, desperately trying to keep yourself standing. Enough was enough.

When the attention left him, he stood, motioning you to follow. It took a moment to realise he had even left the room before you hurried after him.

“Sir?” You questioned quietly, but the harbinger continued to walk, only stopping when he was finally outside. Only then did he turn to you, the bored, almost annoyed look that was always present on his face had softened.

“It was getting too loud.” He said simply, folding his arms over his chest before glancing towards you. He swallowed quietly, the hesitation clear in his features with the way his brow furrowed slightly. “And… I thought you might’ve wanted to take a break with me.”

You blinked, completely surprised. Your silence must’ve annoyed him, because now he was turning to face you. “Did you not want to?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“No! I mean- Yes! I mean…” A sigh of defeat cut your rambling off as you shook your head. You heard him huff out a breath, but the corner of his lip was curled upwards.

“Why are you so shocked? I could tell you were falling asleep. You weren’t very good at hiding it, you know.” His voice was monotone, but you had known him long enough to understand that he was teasing you, a sign he wasn’t angry with you. The tension in your shoulders melted away, your whole body loosening up.

“Sorry… It’s just..” You started, your gaze shifting down to the floor sheepishly. “I thought you’d never ask… For a break, I mean.” Especially for me, but you kept that thought to yourself.

He nodded his head in understanding, before looking out towards the scenery.

“You deserve one.” He said it with such certainty that you were sure your heart skipped a few beats.

“Enjoy it. We’ll have to go back soon or they’ll come looking for us.”

The small frown that had been plaguing your face since the beginning of the day began to transform into an earnest smile. Your body shifted closer to his. With a small surge of courage, you slowly leant your head against his shoulder. He stiffened underneath you, but made no move to push you off of him. And with a content sigh, your eyes fluttered shut and your smile only grew.

“Thank you, Scara…” You whispered, your voice so quiet he almost mistook it for the gentle wind. Violet eyes drifted down to you resting against him before a small sigh escaped his lips. His hand moved around your waist to hold you more securely against him, letting himself have this small moment of peace with you.

“Don’t mention it.”

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SIT ON ME

a/n: heavily inspired of the time when a girl actually asked him the question i used in this fic lmao. also maybe a part 2 might be good for this? let me know if you’re interested in one!

pairing: Sebastian Stan X Assistant!Reader

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Fixing the collar of his shirt one last time you pat on his hard chest, breathing out shortly as your eyes flicker up to meet his icy blue gaze that was already examining you.

“Just try to… not say anything stupid, okay?” you tell him, hopeful that he will take you seriously just once, though in the back of your mind you already know it goes in one ear and slips out the other usually.

Sebastian nods, a small, coy smile tugging on his lips as you fold your arms on your chest, checking the time on the clock on the wall across you, only minutes until they are going on stage. It’s another day, another panel, you have no idea what the event is called anymore, you lost track of even which city you are at right now. You’ve been on the road for weeks now, going from one hotel to the other, jumping from events to appearances, trying not to lose your head, because if you do, that means Sebastian’s head is lost too. Being a personal assistant means that you’re responsible for two people at the same time, you can’t afford falling apart.

“Five minutes, everyone!” a man shouts as he runs down the hallway and Mackie drops a joke about him, but you don’t really catch it, because Seb’s hand touches your waist as the two of you wait patiently for the start.

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirks down at you, leaning closer to your ear so no one can hear him, only you. His hot breath tickles your skin and you try to hide your pleasant shudder at his closeness.

You can’t push the smile down that tugs on your lips as you peek up at him, that boyish glimmer in his eyes never fails to stun you. He is such a beautiful person, inside and out and it’s hard to resist his charm when all he does is trying to wrap you around his finger. He knows the effect he has on you and he doesn’t hesitate to use it. The relationship between the two of you has been a bit blurred these past months, you both could feel the shift when after his last birthday, drunken and totally worn off from his party, the two of you ended up sleeping in the same bed, tangled in each other. You stayed completely clothed, yet the intimacy was burning and the flame hasn’t really disappeared since then.

However you haven’t let it go farther yet, trying to maintain the slightest bit of professionalism in the midst of the madness your job is, though Sebastian doesn’t seem to care about that at all. It’s been a cat and mouse game ever since that night.

Reaching up you cup his jaw in your hand and pulling him closer you can see the surprise in his eyes when he thinks you’re about to kiss him, but then you turn his head and your lips end up on his stubbled cheek, an airy chuckle leaving his lips.

“I think you missed it,” he slyly smirks down at you, but you just roll your eyes.

“Behave, Stan,” you warn him.

The remainder of the time flies by fast and the boys walk out to the stage to the cheering crowd, taking their places, ready to answer any and every questions thrown in their way.

You watch from the sidelines, laughing with the audience every time Mackie cracks a joke, or when Sebastian gives a funny answer, you feel like one of those fans sitting in front of them, you totally understand why they are so obsessed with them. It’s hard not to love them, they are just amazing people.

“Alright, let’s see the next question!” the lady on the stage announces, turning to the girl who has the mic this time.

“Hi! I’m so happy to be here and see you guys!” the girl beams, making the men on the stage smile gratefully.

“We’re happy you’re here too!” Sebastian answers her, definitely making her blush at the sweet response.

“So my question is…” she starts, taking a deep breath. “Sebastian, this is for you. If you were a chair, who would you want to sit on you?”

The question makes the whole room erupt in laughter and you can’t hold back yours either. You can tell Seb is shocked at the blunt and quite dirty question, but you also know that he is definitely gonna answer it, no matter how inappropriate it’s going to be.

“Wow,” he chuckles into the mic, while he is trying to keep his act together, Mackie on his left is fighting back tears at this point. “What an… interesting question,” he huffs, making everyone laugh again. “Um… Okay, if I was a chair, I would want…”

His eyes wander over the crowd until they find you at the side, your gazes melting together for a split second and you already know what his answer is gonna be, just from the way the tiny wrinkles around his eyes appear. And there’s nothing you can do against it.

“I would want my assistant to sit on me,” he answers, a round of howling and screaming washing over the room as you cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. Did he really just say that? In front of all these people?

When you glance up next time, you catch his eyes again, that smug and pleased look in his face is almost annoying, knowing how much he is enjoying putting you into this situation.

“I’m going to kill you,” you mouth to him, but he just chuckles.

“Damn, Sebastian,” Mackie huffs. “You ain’t playing anymore!”

“No, no, it’s all just fun,” he explains. “I just like to tease my assistant, don’t take it seriously,” he adds, trying to save the situation, though it’s useless. His answer has been captured on hundreds of cameras and it’ll be all over the internet in a matter of time.

The conversation on stage carries on and you patiently wait for it to be over so you can murder Sebastian yourself. When they finally say goodbye and head off the stage you’re waiting for them already, trying to look serious and a bit mad about the stunt Sebastian pulled, but when his gaze meets yours you simply can’t keep up the act. You are so soft for this man, he could do about anything and you wouldn’t stay mad at him at all.

“Uh-oh, you are thinking about killing me,” he smirks, not even an ounce of regret or shame for himself present in his voice.

“I am, yeah,” you nod, arms folded on your chest as he stands in front of you, biting into his bottom lip as he cocks his head to the side.

“What can I do to earn your forgiveness?” he asks in a dramatic tone, before his hands find your upper arms, pulling you closer until your front meets his chest and he can wrap you into his embrace.

“Stop being such a flirt,” you prompt, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Oh, I don’t think I can do that, sorry.”

“Of course,” you roll your eyes at him.

When everything is said and done and you can head home, you and Sebastian make your way out, only to face the huge crowd that gathered around the building just to see a glimpse of their favorites. The car pulls up to the entrance and you follow Seb out through the crowd that’s being held back with two rows of security guards, but you need to be fast, because they are starting to lose their shit. Sebastian gets into the car and someone pushes you from behind when you are about to follow him, making you fall and end up on his lap in the car, the door shutting behind you as the driver leaves immediately.

“Shit,” you breathe out, holding onto his shoulders for leverage and his strong arms wrap around you as an instinct, catching you from falling further. A second passes and he smirks at you, arching an eyebrow at you.

“See? You did end up sitting on me,” he smugly points out and you just shake your head laughing as you climb off of him, sitting next to him on the backseat.

“If only we had HR, you’d be in so much trouble,” you warn him, though you can’t keep a straight face as you point a finger at him that he just easily grabs and pulling your hand to his lips he kisses your knuckles with a smug grin on his lips.

“Good thing it’s just you and I then,” he shrugs, keeping your hand in his hold in his lap and you don’t even try to pull it back, you just huff amused, sliding down in your seat, leaning against his arm, your head coming to rest on his shoulder. Sebastian hums contented, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as you both ignore the elephant in the room and pretend like you can go like this forever.

But deep down you know you can’t.

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Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), violence, mutual irritation.

This is dark!Loki x reader and explicit. 18+ only.  Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s a new face in Birch and he’s come to haunt your door.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, and Little Bones

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Chapter 2: Either it'll move me

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Usually your work kept you busy and if you were busy, you were content. Not that day. Not since that man ruined your lunch. You were so worked up that when you got back to the garage, you didn’t even finish your sandwich. You barely got anything done as what you did had to be redone in your distraction.

The night was little better as you planned to get the car done so the next time Loki bothered you, you could tell him to fuck off. If his headlight did come in before he left town, you’d send it down to Carl’s to have the work done. You would take the cost from what Bucky gave you to cover your time.

You were on your second coffee by the time you headed down to the garage, your apartment conveniently above as your existence was relegated to that single lot in Birch. At the bottom step you paused as you sipped from the travel mug and listened to the unexpected noise from behind the black door.

You locked all the doors at night, even that between the entryway and the garage that you kept propped open during the day. You stepped closer and tested the handle and bent to examine the lock. You glanced over at the painted front door and found that both had been picked.

Your fingers tightened on the mug. The last person to break into your garage, well, they weren’t around to bother you anymore after Jerome found out. You swung the door open and hauled the hot coffee across the garage towards the only sign of movement.

Loki sidestepped the splash, a few drops along his dark jacket, and continued to tighten and untighten the wrench. He looked at you nonchalantly and his mouth slanted. He shook his head as he let the tool hang perilously from his hand.

“Is this how you treat all your customers? This ungainly assault,” he peered down at the overturned cup beside his car.

“What the fuck are you doing in my garage?” you huffed as you marched over to him and reached for the wrench.

He gripped it tighter as you tried to snatch it from him and held you close as he sneered down at you.

“Two days,” he said “correct?”

“Tomorrow by my count,” you rebuked and pulled harder on the wrench, “not that it gives you any right to break into my garage and touch my stuff.” He let you yank the metal free of your grasp and you pointed it at his chin, “so leave or this time I won’t miss.”

He chuckled, barely bothered by the tool pointed at him as his green eyes sparkled, “your count is incorrect. I might be early but your work is due this evening so I will wait.”

“Not here,” you waved the wrench at him and grabbed his arm, “so get out and come back later then.”

His hand covered yours and he pried your fingers from him. He twisted your hand back and you gasped and swung the wrench with your other. You hit his shoulder as he raised his arm in defense and grunted at the sharp impact. He let you go and you swung again. He dodged and shoved you away from him.

“Do not presume to put your hands on me,” he warned, “you know who my brother is, that I associate with your cute local chapter--”

“I’m not one of them and I don’t report to them,” you snarled, “so get out now or you won’t be associating with anyone.”

“Mouthy little bitch,” he slithered, “you touch me again, or even attempt it--”

“I said get out,” you hit the hood of his car and left a dent, “It’ll be another day at least.”

His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. He fixed his jacket and sighed. He raised his chin and stiffly strode across the garage and through the black door. You followed feet behind him and made sure he continued outside. You cranked the lock behind him and listened to his footsteps crunch through the snow.

You might not report to Bucky and his goons but he was going to keep the rabble in line.

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It was just after noon but you knew Bucky would already be at The Asp. You ventured down the street in your heavy boots, your jacket flapping open in the wind as you were set on your destination and the conversation that awaited you. You nodded at the man who leaned a few feet from the door and sucked on a cigarette.

You entered and shook the snow off your lined denim jacket and kicked off your boots. You looked around at the mostly empty bar. You rarely went there as it was more trouble than you needed. The men were drunk and dirty and like many places in Birch, you just didn’t fit. You didn’t want to fit.

Bucky sat at his usual table, a woman you recognized beside him. She had been a year or two ahead of you in school and a couple behind Bucky himself. You knew she was his new girl but she never really looked happy about it. Knowing him, it didn’t surprise you. He always wanted more than he got.

You crossed to him and stood in front of the round table as his right-hand thug watched you curiously. You raised a brow at Steve and focused on the boss.

“We need to talk,” you said plainly.

“We do?” he asked genuinely confused, “I owe you something?”

“You do and you don’t. I’m not here about money,” you replied, “but it’s important.”

“Alright,” he pointed to the chair in front of you and gestured to his companions, planting a kiss on the woman’s lips before she stood, her lips slightly curled at the corner, and left you. He shifted in his chair as they went and nodded when he was ready, “sorry, if I knew you were on your way, I would’ve kept her in the back.”

You scoffed and shook your head. He was always obtusely arrogant. “I stopped fucking you, Buck, I don’t care who you’re with now.”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember,” he inhaled and placed his hand against the table, “so what is it?”

“This guy, Loki,” you began, “brought his car to me two nights ago.”

“Mhmm, I sent him down. I know I should come down myself but--”

“Please, you hate going down there,” you waved his words away, “it’s not about the car, it’s about him.”

“What about him?”

“He broke into my shop this morning. There was… well, I got a few licks in and for the sake of you I’ve held back but you need to keep him away from me. I’ll fix his car but I’m not dealing with him anymore. He’s a pompous asshole who thinks he can just do whatever he wants.” You stopped yourself, usually not one to go on at length, “he’s your… associate, as he would say it, so he can deal with you, not me.”

He considered you and pulled his hand back to scratch the stubble along his jaw. His blue eyes were intrigued if not surprised.

“He… coming onto you?” he asked.

“No,” you blinked at him dully, “no, he’s just annoying me. You promised me the shop would be my space. He picked my locks, Buck, so you let him know what’s what.”

“He’s new in town,” Bucky sighed, “but I’ll talk to him.”

“You better,” you stood, “because I don’t care about whatever business you got going on, the next time, I’m gonna pop his eye out with a--”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he snipped, “I’ll take care of him, alright?”

“You better,” you said as you backed away, “or you can find someone else to fix up your bikes.”

“Really? You know it won’t come to that,” he sat forward in irritation, “go, he won’t bother you.”

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The next day you looked over the front of the car. Aside from the cracked headlight, it was as good as new. You rolled up the garage door and took the keys from the hook. You drove the car out and steered it along the snowy street and parked just outside The Asp. You got out and headed inside to hand off the keys to Bucky with a promise that you would take care of the light when it came in as long as he kept Loki away.

You returned to the garage to close the door and checked the time. You were overdue for lunch and hadn’t been back to The Chipped Saucer since that eventful day. You were hungry and too lazy to climb up to your apartment and dig through your fridge. 

You crossed the street and entered the diner as Kimmie looked up from the harlequin novel she hid behind as she stood by the till. She marked her page and closed it before she grabbed the carafe from the machine and crossed to your table. She poured you a mug and confirmed your usual order.

There were a few of the older residents enjoying pie and coffee at the other tables but the snow still kept many in their own houses. You might try the strawberry rhubarb before you went. You didn’t indulge in sweets often but it smelled good.

Kimmie brought your sandwich and as you finished the first triangle, you were disturbed by the last voice you wanted to hear. You didn’t look back as the door chimed behind the new patron and you continued chewing as you once more reviewed the newsletter. 

To your chagrin but not unexpectedly, the figure appeared at your table side. You bit into the next portion of your club sandwich and ignored him.

“Hello, darling,” Loki sat across from you as he had days before, “I saw that you attended to my vehicle at last. Fine work, I must say. I do hope the headlight arrives soon.”

You said nothing and kept eating as you looked out the window and slid the newsletter aside with your other hand. You took the last gulp of your coffee and swallowed. You raised your cup and looked around, “‘scuse me,” you called out, “when you have a second.”

He laughed to himself and you felt his gaze on you. You pushed aside your uneaten crust and went about your meal as if he wasn’t there. When Kimmie refilled your coffee, he ordered a tea and a bowl of the daily soup. 

You barely withheld your grimace as you watched Babs across the street by her bakery. She dusted snow off the open sign before she retreated back inside.

“I’m pleasantly surprised by the food here,” he mused as he stirred a plume of milk into his tea.

“Can’t you take a hint?” you snapped, “I don’t want you near me.”

“Believe me, at first, the feeling was mutual, darling,” he said.

“I told you not to call me that,” you frowned at him directly and he smirked.

“I like the way it makes your eyes go,” he taunted, “admittedly, that first meeting I would’ve liked nothing other than to never encounter you again but the more I poke and prod you, the more intrigued I am.”

“If you don’t stop--”

“You’ll go back to Barnes, hmm?” he intoned, “yes, he did speak with me but I might enlighten you on one fact. The man requires my business more than a mechanic, especially as there seems to be healthy competition in town.”

“You have your car, you’ll have the headlight done, and you can be on your way out of town,” you growled, “and you can be far away from me. Whatever stupid game you’re playing at, I’m not biting. I meant it when I said I won’t miss--”

“Darling, this is not an invitation,” his eyes strayed from your face for just a moment and he considered the buttons of your flannel shirt, “a man like me doesn’t ask, he expects.”

Your eyes rolled so hard it hurt. You pushed your plate away and pulled out your wallet. You left your tab on the table and stood. You shrugged into your jacket and glanced out the window at the white main street.

“Whatever you expect, it’s not going to happen,” you rebuffed, “but I told you what you can expect if you come around me again.”

You left as you had days before and stormed across the street without looking. You dodged out of the way of a slow rolling Ford as it honked and you waved them off. You stomped up to the front of your shop and realised too late you were being followed.

You spun around at the door to face Loki as he slid to a stop. He grabbed your arm and drew you back from the painted wood. You hit his chest and he barely flinched as he flicked your chin with his finger.

“Oh, darling, let’s not drag this out, I do love that temper--”

“Get off--” you pushed him and he nearly slipped and took you down with him as his leather soles held no traction on the frozen ground.

He threw you back and you hit the corner of the doorframe and gasped out as it forced the air from you. 

“I promise you, it won’t last. I will damp out that flame and bask in the smoke,” he neared again and you kicked out. He fell to his knees as the force of it had you on your ass. 

You crawled away from the wall as he tried to stand and you grabbed onto his leg and pulled him back down. He slid back to his kneeS and gripped the collar of your coat. You hooked your arm around his neck and he jabbed your stomach, not as hard as he could, but a warning.

You brought your other arm up as you struggled to get a foothold and you managed to push you both back. You fell in tandem into the snow, your arms locked as he forced his fingers under them to keep them from snaking tighter. He was strong and you knew you could only do so much. You had to keep him on the ground.

He elbowed your ribs and you released him sharply. You rolled away from him as you panted and scrambled on your hands and knees. The frigid snow seeped through your jeans and burned your palms. You heard him behind you and you turned as you climbed to your feet unsteadily.

He was half-keeled as he got his feet set and his dark hair hung over his forehead as he glared through the strands. He stood straight and pushed back the mess of tangles and you faced him, ready for another brawl.

“Oh, this will be fun, darling,” he brushed the powder from his suit and his cheek twitched, “You needn’t worry about Barnes, you should be more worried about me.”

He puffed out a breath and spun swiftly, nearly slipping again on the icy walk. He headed back down to the street and you saw the tension between his shoulders as he pulled his jacket straight. He hurried across the road and you turned back to the garage.

It was a brief retreat, a chance to plot, you knew that much. You only had to outlast him and if you were anything, it was stubborn.

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Botanical Interest - In Bloom

Soft!Mob!Steve Rogers x florist!Reader

Summary: Steve comes home to you angry after a rough day at work. He made a promise to keep his work life separate but can he keep it?

W/C: 4,103

Warnings: Angst, mentions of past abuse, smut, swearing, alcohol consumption

A/N: Hi there! A part three for our soft mob Steve and his lovely florist. Thank you so much to everyone that has shown interest in my work so far, if you like it please reblog and comment!! You can also check out my other stuff if you haven't yet. Cheers!

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When Steve Rogers had asked you to be his girlfriend you knew there was a weight attached to it. A long talk over a stack of waffles and a couple of beers left Steve with a ‘yes’ and some ground rules.

After the incident in the alleyway you both agreed that he left his work at the door whenever you spent time together. Steve’s profession has made you uneasy since you met him and you two couldn’t avoid it forever.

A month later and you’ve managed to avoid conflict for the most part. Nothing as bold as that day in the alley, just small moments where he’d have to take a phone call, once when he had to cancel your plans for a ‘work incident’. But still he really was trying to keep his work and personal life separate and you appreciated it.

It had bothered you that he had to do those things but it’s not as though your work hadn’t impacted your time together either. Being a florist meant a lot of late nights when you worked events. Wedding season in full swing, every weekend was a busy one for you.

That’s why Monday’s have become almost sacred to you, your one day off a week. You and Steve always spent time together, sometimes you’d go out or stay home and just relax.

This Monday Steve had promised to come over and make you dinner. He’d only ever tried to cook for you once and it had ended with a lasagna burnt so badly you had to open every window in the apartment just to get the charred smell out. You couldn’t wait for him to redeem himself and take him to bed after you both came out of your food comas.

You were cleaning the kitchen when you heard your phone buzz. You had asked Steve if he wanted you to pick up any groceries since you had the day off. Expecting a list you were met with mild disappointment.

Running a little late, doll. 6:30 and not a minute later, I promise. Don’t worry about groceries. I'll get it all taken care of, just enjoy your day off.

You were kinda miffed but at least he gave you a heads up and he was going to get the groceries. You picked your sponge back up and scrubbed away at the counter.

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Expecting to be let down, you were pleasantly surprised when 6:30 rolled around and your doorbell sounded. You buzzed him up and waited patiently for him at your door.

Steve appeared as he rounded the corner and he looked exhausted, irritated maybe. He carried a lot of tension in his shoulders and his suit jacket was long gone. His tie was undone and his sleeves were rolled up to where you could see well toned forearms. You bit your lip thinking of those arms holding you in place in bed.

Maybe we should just ditch the dinner and skip straight to dessert.

He approached you and you leaned up to give him a kiss.

“Hi, honey. How are you?” You greeted him as you shut the door behind you.

He set the groceries down onto the counter with some force and you winced. Okay so he did have a rough day. Do I ask him about it? I don’t wanna talk about his work but I don’t want him to feel like he can’t talk to me about his day.

He sighed and turned to face you, took his tie off completely and ran a hand through his hair.

“Don’t worry about it” he responded as he took a beer out of your fridge.

You were off-put by the abruptness of his answer. Maybe he was just short with you because he didn’t want to talk about work.

You stepped closer and tried to approach him again.

“I-“

“I said don’t worry about it.” Steve snapped, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and swiped the screen, visibly annoyed. “I gotta take this”. He slammed the door to your bathroom shut behind him and left you stunned in the middle of your kitchen.

What just happened? You had never seen him so upset aside from when you caught him mid-punch a month ago with Mr. Andersen.

Realistically you knew it wasn’t you he was mad at but you’d never done well with people when they were mad at you. You were engaged years ago to a man that was abusive towards you. Things had started off well like they always do but he became manipulative and he was quick to anger. You were constantly questioned and criticized. He kept you from seeing your friends, even some of your family. It took your friends coming through for you to get you out of the situation safely. Through lots of therapy and flinging yourself headfirst into your business you’ve come a long way but sometimes you had difficult moments.

It couldn’t be helped as your heart began to quicken and you felt heat come to your face from the embarrassment of being snapped at. Unsure what to do you poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down at your small dining table facing away from the bathroom.

You were trying to get yourself to not shut down in response to his change in mood but it was hard. He’s upset and clearly irritated with me already, he probably just wants to go home. Maybe you should just reschedule. Don’t cry, if you cry you’re gonna make it a whole Thing. Don’t cry. He’s not mad at you specifically and it’s not your fault.

In the torrent of your thoughts you didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Steve hadn’t spared you a glance or a word as he started unloading the groceries. Angrily placing a jar of pasta sauce onto your counter with a thud and muttering under his breath. You watched him timidly and took another sip of your wine.

He turned to you and took another swig of his beer.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that? What did I do?” He challenged.

Not wanting him to be upset with you, you devolved into old ways of over-explaining so you could justify your actions. Somewhere in the back of your mind, the rational part was telling you it’s not your fault he’s angry and you don’t owe an explanation but you were too far gone.

“I, I just, you didn’t do anything you just, um, you just looked upset. I don’t want to make it worse, I’m sorry. I was just looking at you, I didn’t mean to-”

You were cut off in the midst of your nervous rambling by the shrill ring of Steve’s phone. A frustrated growl escaped his mouth.

“I have to take this,” he muttered as he strode back to the bathroom. “I told you not to call me until you had it fixed” you heard him before the closing of the door muffled his anger.

He left you there to stew in your nervousness and self loathing. Five minutes had gone by and the rational part of your brain was slowly taking over. The rational part of your brain was angry. It’s okay for him to have a bad day and not want to talk about it but the way he’s spoken to you and responded to you isn’t warranted. You needed to confront him calmly and if he was still angry you needed to ask him to leave. You can talk to him another time but not while he’s angry. It won’t do anyone any good. Just like you’ve talked about in therapy.

You rehearsed the lines in your head and finished your glass. You heard the door open again and almost threw everything you had been going over in your head out the window. Just breathe. It’s fine, he calmed down so quickly after that time in the alley, he’ll understand.

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Steve was angry. With Clint for getting the dates of Pierce’s arrival wrong, with Sam for failing to get the recon they needed to get the drop on him. Even angrier with Bucky for taking all of this out on him when it wasn’t even his fault. But most of all he was angry with himself for letting his work get in the way of your time together. He promised you undivided attention and you deserved it.

He knew how important your day off was to you and after the day he’d been having he couldn’t wait to just come back to you. He just wanted to make some decent spaghetti and melt the worries of his day off with your embrace. He craved the physical comfort he got from you after a long day. The feeling of endlessly sinking into your arms while you held him in bed allowed him to be the vulnerable one for once. He never felt comfortable enough with any of the other women he’d dated to even entertain the idea of being the little spoon.

He always suspected that who he was at work was almost the only reason any of the other women had even gone out with him. Who he was at work was almost a front for the art-loving, touch-starved, hopeless-romantic that he was when he let himself relax. They’d all just wanted this big burly man who was always in charge, a walking wall of muscle and testosterone that they had seen and heard of him to be when he was on the job. But when he was on his own time he just wanted to feel comfort more than anything.

He just wanted to melt into you.

That’s why he was eager to get to you today but the constant calls were cutting him to his last nerve. Bucky was out with Natasha and her parents so he specifically asked not to be called. Being the boss, Bucky was not to be bothered. Being second in command, Steve was.

When he hung up with Clint he exited the bathroom and walked straight past you without a word, knowing you didn’t want to hear about work and talking about it would just make him angrier. He started unloading the grocery bag with maybe a bit more vigor than was necessary.

Remembering he had opened a beer that was probably warm by now he turned to you and grabbed it off the table you were sat at. At this moment he looked up and you had this look on your face he couldn’t quite place. He wanted to know what was up so he asked but you just ended up stammering out a response that didn’t make much sense.

He was trying to listen to you, he really was but he just couldn’t work around this building anger, couldn’t let it go. So of course his phone rings again. And of course he takes it. Excusing himself and locking the bathroom door behind him again he was already forming how to lay into his men on the other line without raising his voice and alarming you too much.

“I told you not to call me unless you had it fixed” he seethed into the receiver. Steve pounded his fist against the porcelain of your sink in aggravation. “I’m not fucking coming down there tonight. I shouldn’t have to be taking fucking phone calls to solve this kinda shit when I’m with my girl. Lose their tail, re-track them, and we’ll deal with the rest in the morning. Don’t call me again unless someone fucking gets shot”, Steve hung up abruptly and took a deep breath.

He wasn’t even sure what he was going to say to you so he just waited a minute to collect himself. He took another deep breath and readied himself to go back to you.

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You were sitting quietly at the table, silently digging your nails into your palm as you tensed your fist. Steve had exited the bathroom and taken a seat across from you. You decided to see if he’d speak first and waited.

A beat of silence and you sighed deeply, readying yourself to talk to him like you’d planned.

“Steve, I understand you’re having a bad day and it’s probably work related. That being said, just because you’re mad at someone else doesn’t mean you get to take it out on me” You blew out a shaky breath, wanting to finish before you lost your nerve and before he interjected. You didn’t dare make eye contact. Only stared at his hands on the table in front of you.

“If- if you’re mad don’t take it out on me, and if you feel like you can’t control that anger I don’t want you around me while you feel that way. If you want to talk through it or just work past it then I’m here. But if you’re going to snap at me again and just be mad then you need to leave. It’s not fair to me.”

I’m pretty sure Dr. Danforth would be fucking proud of me right now. Straight to the point but respectful, just like we talked about. And even if Steve’s mad, you’re in control. You’re doing great.

You braved a peek at his face at this point and he looked stunned himself. He’s probably never been spoken to like that in his life, being the second in command and all. You watched his brows bunch together in what you hoped was thought and not frustration for you and waited for him to speak.

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Oh. Steve was a little struck by what you’d said. Have I been that bad? She’s shaking like a leaf, of course I must have been that bad. He’d had no idea that he even snapped at you, that’s how wrapped up in his own business and his head he was. He never meant to take it out on you, didn’t even realize he had. Sometimes it was like he was so deep into his work life he couldn’t take himself out of it. But he wanted to try, for you.

He remained silent while he pulled the chair across from you out and took a seat. He looked up to meet your gaze only to find you staring at your hands. You were digging your nails into your palms so he brought one large warm hand to cover yours and brought the other up to your face gently to get you to look at him. You flinched away from him and he felt another strike of surprise, but also maybe a hint of shame. Is she afraid of me? Normally Steve likes when people are afraid of him, makes his job easier, but he’d never want that from you.

“Sweetheart”, Steve’s voice was just above a whisper when you finally looked up at him.

“I’m… sorry, that’s really it I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take it out on you. I didn’t even realize I did.” He apologized.

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You could feel your tears subsiding and finally brought yourself to look at him. He looked just as exhausted before, just a little bit more sad. You imagined it was probably easy for him to get swept up in who he was at work so it must be hard to separate himself from it since it requires so much from him. You don’t want him to feel bad for being upset, you just want him to be more aware of himself and to not take things out on you.

“Steve, I know we said you wouldn’t talk about work when we’re together but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t talk to me if you have a bad day. Maybe you can keep it vague but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t say anything or be yourself, unless of course you don’t want to, I don’t want to force you to talk about anything either. When you snapped at me I just sorta shut down” You explained.

Steve seemed to be processing your words and forming a response when he took your hand in his to stop your nails from ripping into your palms like they often do. He nodded and took a breath.

“You have no idea how much it means to hear that from you, thank you. Just for the record, I never feel like I can’t be myself with you, it’s opposite, really. When I’m with you I get to drop all that bullshit at the door. Girls in the past have just wanted me because I was scary but seeing the way you flinched just now, I don’t ever want you to feel scared of me.” Steve confessed.

Maybe it’s time to tell him about the engagement, let him know where you’re coming from. You blew out a shaky breath and looked away from him again.

“I, um, I’m not scared of you. Years ago I was engaged to a man and things were really bad, he was really bad. I’m not ready to talk about all of it but that’s why I shut down on you when you snapped. I’ve been through a lot of therapy and I’m still working on it, but I’m not afraid of you. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, it’s… kind of a sore subject” you admitted.

Steve’s nostrils flared and his grip on your hand tightened a little but you could tell he was trying everything he could to school his features and reply to you.

“I… didn’t know that I’m sorry.” he said as he ran his thumb over your knuckles. “If you ever wanna talk about it more, I’m here. And if you don’t, I understand.”

You stood from your chair and came around behind him to throw your arms around his neck. You kissed his cheek and rested your head against his.

“Thank you for listening and apologizing. I forgive you. And if you wanna talk about your day then I’m here.” You assured him.

Steve turned his head to capture your lips in a soft kiss which you reciprocated. Steve stood to his full height without breaking the kiss and brought his hands up to frame your face. The warmth was comforting again to you. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and he elicited the softest of sighs before returning your passion.

He broke the kiss while his hands explored your curves. “I want to make it up to you, will you let me do that, sweetheart?” he asked.

You could only look up at him with eyes blown wide with lust and affection. You nodded and he kissed you swiftly before leading you to your bedroom. You were holding his hand when he let go and softly urged you backwards onto the bed. You obliged and soon he was on top of you laying feather-light kisses to the column of your neck.

Your hands mussed his hair and smoothed out the tension in his shoulders as you held onto him. He kissed his way lower and lifted up the hem of our shirt and kissed his way back up to your breasts. You sat up slightly and took off your top and unhooked your bra, letting it fall before throwing it to the side. Steve took turns taking your nipples between his teeth and teasing them, licking and kissing them. He knew it always made you squirm and would build the anticipation before you could even touch him.

“Steve, please.” You whined.

Wordlessly he kissed and bit his way lower and undid your shorts. You arched your back to help him remove them along with your panties. Steve wasted no time and administered the smallest of licks to your clit. You gasped slightly at the feeling when you felt two fingers prodding your entrance before going in. Your body was getting accustomed to the initial wave of pleasure brought on by Steve’s movement and slowly you ground your hips against his hand and cried out softly.

Normally Steve would never let that fly, he was always so controlling and dominant in bed but tonight was different. Tonight was soft and he was making it up to you, showing his love in a physical way. So he let you push him deeper and raise your hips just so to reach the perfect angle. You felt yourself tighten around him and this is the point he usually slows down just to drag things out but your loud cries only fueled him as he doubled his efforts. With a final cry you came around his fingers, white heat blinding your vision momentarily.

You caught your breath and looked down at Steve. His beard was absolutely drenched and he sucked his fingers clean. You could almost cum again just from the sight of it. He wiped his mouth on a tissue before returning to you to give you a kiss. You tasted yourself on him but you didn’t care, you just wanted his mouth on yours. You felt his erection pressing against your thighs and it had you squirming all over again. You reached to undo his belt when he stopped you.

“This night is supposed to be about you, doll. I’ll be fine” He protested.

You shook your head at him. “I want you, all of you. Please, Steve”, you begged.

He nodded and undid his belt. You helped undress and when he was finally naked you felt the rush of heat to your core all over again, an itch you couldn’t scratch. You laid back further on the bed and soon he was above you, face inches from yours and one arm at the side of your head.

His cock nudged against your core and entered slowly to stretch you out. You moaned deeply and when he was all the way in he kissed you passionately and began moving. It didn’t take much for him to pick up the pace as he started to fuck you. He swore under his breath at the feeling of you.

“You’re so, so, good sweetheart. So fuckin’ good.” He praised.

His words made you keen as you let the feeling of him making love to you take you over completely. His lips grazed yours in between grunts and he moved one hand to your clit while the other cradled the back of your head. You held onto his shoulders tightly and sobbed out pleas for him to keep going. His thrusts picked up speed and so did his hand. You were so close to the edge and you could feel he was too.

“I love you” he panted out before his hips lunged forward into you one last time before he came inside of you.

The shock of his confession and his work on your clit triggered your second orgasm. It was powerful and had you clawing his back and gasping in pleasure. He’d never said that before. Did he mean it? You looked to him for the answer but his lips caught yours as he gave a few last lazy thrusts. He finally collapsed to your side and was heaving to catch his breath.

You both laid there basking in the afterglow of the makeup sex for a few minutes. You turned on your side to look at him. He was so perfect like this, so at ease.

“Did you.. Mean it? What you said?” You questioned nervously. You really wanted him to mean it.

He turned slowly to look at you and he was blushing. “Yeah, I did. I know it’s kind of soon and you don’t have to say it back, but I couldn’t help it. I love you” he confided.

“I love you too, I’m not just saying it cause I feel like I have to, I love you Steve Rogers. All of you.” you assured him.

The softest of kisses was laid on your lips. This moment with him was perfect.

“I can’t believe you love me. I’m so sorry about earlier. I feel so comforted when I’m with you, the last thing I want is to lose you. I promise I will do everything I can to never be like your ex. Ever. If I’m being a dick I want you to tell me,” He apologized again.

You were about to respond when his stomach let out the loudest groan. You both laughed as you sat up.

“I did promise you dinner. Unburned this time!” Steve pledged as he helped you gather up your clothes.

“That’s a promise I’m going to hold you to, Rogers.”

[amjustagirl]

Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi's heart has always pointed north. He wonders if it's broken when it starts to point inexorably towards her. 

Set in the aftermath of The Astrophile, in the same universe as Storm Chaser.

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi / f! reader

Genre: Fluff, angst, romance 

Wordcount: 7.8k 

Masterlist link here

A/N: Dedicated first and foremost to Ami @softsakusa, one of the first people to convince that my writing isn’t shit and that I should keep creating fics. 

This fic is also for all the readers who wanted a happy ending for the reader in The Astrophile (which sets out the backstory of the reader, Iwaizumi and Oikawa), and also follows the events of Storm Chaser (which follows the turbulent relationship of Miya Atsumu and now wife - I named her Kaiyo in this fic to avoid confusion!). 

Hope you like it - reblogs and comments are always dearly appreciated <3

It must be the worst meet cute of all time. 

That is – if he’s using that phrase correctly. It keeps appearing in the god-awful English movies Bokuto and Miya keep playing during team movie nights that makes him want to tear his hair out. 

But yes, he meets her at Miya Shino’s seventh birthday party, the birthday girl the apple of Miya Atsumu’s eye, the princess of his castle, the most perfect angel in the entire heavens - the list of pet names growing longer and longer the more the obnoxious setter prattles on about his daughter. 

And apparently Miya Shino is a chip off the old block, and is as obsessed with volleyball as her father. Which means that he, one Sakusa Kiyoomi, is forced to turn up on a Saturday afternoon for a birthday party to teach a group of children roughly about the same height as his kneecaps how to play volleyball. 

There are plenty of other MSBY players that Miya Atsumu could have rounded up to fritter away a Saturday afternoon. Hinata, for instance - the sunny, fiery headed opposite hitter a perennial favourite with young fans. Or Inunaki - the liberio has an amiable personality that he certainly wouldn’t mind snot nosed children hanging off his arms like a walking, talking monkey bar. But no, Hinata is apparently busy on a weekend meditation retreat, and Inunaki is at his sister’s wedding party, so both of them managed to escape this travesty of a birthday party. 

That leaves him with Bokuto who’s practically a child himself, beaming, bumping balls at screaming children with one hand, the other hand lifting another child above his head. Meian’s here too but his own kid is somewhere in this gaggle of monsters anyway, so he’s here to carry out his parental duties – hopefully his presence might balance the sheer chaos he’s sure he’s about to face.   

‘Omi-omi you made it!’ Atsumu greets him with a slap to the back. 

Sakusa resists the urge to bare his teeth. Is this what hell is? Screeching gremlins underfoot, the nauseating smell of fried food permeating the air. 

And it’s probably because he’s still in a horrified daze at the situation he’s put himself in (which Atsumu is either too dense to pick up on or already immune due to the series of similar expressions he pulls at him on a daily basis), Atsumu manages to snap a party hat on his head, before he prances off in victory. 

Sakusa snarls, ripping off the red paper hat off his head. 

Why on earth did he agree to this again? 

‘Sakusa-san! Thank you so much for coming!’ 

His glare softens by a fraction. 

Miya Kaiyo, Atsumu’s long suffering wife approaches him, careful not to touch him, waving at him instead. He appreciates her thoughtfulness, so he thaws a little, giving her a slight nod in greeting. 

Right, she’s the reason why he’s here. 

He’s always been fond of her - competent, patient, intelligent, far too good for her idiot of a husband. Approximately a year ago, he sought her professional help with his accounts. He graduated with a business degree from Chuo University, so he can tell there is obviously something fishy that his manager is pulling with his finances, but the accounting courses he took weren’t in depth to pinpoint the problem. Miya Kaiyo, on the other hand, a trained forensic accountant with a nose like a bloodhound for fraudulent accounts, nailed down the problem within a week. So when she asked him after a game whether he’d be free to attend her daughter's birthday party, he hadn’t been able to turn her down. 

‘It was no problem’, he says stiffly, already itching to spray the whole place down with disinfectant. ‘I’m glad to be here.’ 

Kaiyo laughs at his obvious lie, tugging at his sleeve to seat him in a corner. ‘You don’t have to go play with the kids if you didn’t want to! I invited you so we could catch up, and besides, I did want to introduce you to someone.’ 

‘Hm.’ 

He doesn’t try to mask his reluctance this time. Kaiyo means well, he knows, but between her and his mother, he’s tired of having to fend off match making attempts. It’s not like he can’t get a date – he can and he has, it’s just difficult to find someone willing to put up with his prickly personality and busy schedule.

‘Well she’s not here yet, so you’ll have to wait. And while we’re waiting, tell me how’ve things been, Sakusa-san?’ 

Grateful that he’s not going to be forced into shepherding children into playing anything remotely resembling an actual volleyball match (he suspects he might have more luck teaching cats how to do the conga), he settles into his seat, mouth stretching into something resembling a smile. He lets her chatter about work, and they’re deep in a discussion about his plans post-volleyball (because he can feel the countdown on his career in his creaking bones, his aching sinews)  when Atsumu swoops in on him again, like a vulture seeking easy prey. 

‘What’cha doin’ with my wife, Omi-omi’, he slips a hand around Kaiyo’s waist mock possessively. 

She swats at him. He ducks, raising his hands in surrender. 

‘I enjoy talking to an actual adult sometimes, ‘Tsumu!’ 

‘Oh come on, I already have to share you with ‘Samu most of the time, now you’re leaving me for Omi-kun?!’

‘Dramatic ass.’ 

‘Please, you chose to marry me.’ He crows, flipping his hair. He looks ridiculous, he always does. Kaiyo seems to agree - 

‘And I wonder why sometimes.’ She retorts, Atsumu squawking indignantly at her response, hair ruffling like an offended chick. But Kaiyo ruins the effect of her words by laughing, leaning over to affectionately peck her husband on the cheek. 

Sakusa should be annoyed by this display of childishness, but for some inexplicable reason, a frisson of longing bubbles in his chest instead. It’s strange. Marriage or even serious relationships have never been something he’s actively sought. After all, it always seemed horrendously illogical to put all your eggs in one basket and hope nothing trips up – but his heart pays his mind no mind, and the strange sensation continues to trickle down his throat into his chest. 

He makes up an excuse to slip to the bathroom for a tactical retreat from this madness. 

Then he takes a breath. 

Rinse. Lather hands with soap. Rinse. Repeat again .

Familiar motions, bred out of a desire to do things right, transformed into an unbreakable habit. Cold water, washing away soap bubbles.

Right. Now he’s ready for another plunge off the deep end . 

He’s a foot past the threshold of the community hall where the party is being held when Miya Shino darts towards him. She’s very clearly her father’s daughter with his penchant for mischief because she dives between his legs, making him stumble in confusion. Then Meian Shugo’s eldest son Makoto barrels towards him, intent on reaching the ball held aloft in Shino’s hands. 

Athletic reflexes be damned in the face of a pair of hell-spawn. 

‘Shino!’. Kaiyo shouts. 

‘Makoto!’ Meian thunders. 

Sakusa flails, decidedly without grace, and in his attempt at not squashing the two little devils, he manages to do something even  worse . 

Much, much worse. 

He manages to trip over his feet and bump right into the woman Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to (this, he finds out later). It’s a lost cause – he’s six foot two of pure muscle, dwarfing her by a mile, and she’s carrying a huge box in her hand. 

He ends up face planting directly into her chest. 

His brain short circuits at the feeling of plush softness and vanilla and – , 

‘Woah - Omi-omi, never thought I’d have to defend the honour of my cousin in law’, Atsumu laughs.  

The sudden flare of irritation at Atsumu’s words kickstarts his brain back into gear. Rearing back in alarm, he promptly topples over onto his butt. 

‘Uncle ‘kusa, I’m sorry’ Shino screeches, distraught. Makoto merely snivels. Kaiyo is evidently the only one with working brain cells, because she rushes over to help them up.  

The-woman-with-the-mysterious-box makes Kaiyo take the box first. It holds precious cargo - Shino’s birthday cake, he later finds out, but because she manages to cling on to it with admirable tenacity, it emerges more or less intact. Then she turns to him, still sprawled on the floor. He scoots away, still dazed. 

She offers him a steady hand. ‘Hello’, she says. ‘It seems we’ve gotten off to rather a bad start.’

There is a hint of mirth in her voice, but her eyes are kind.  

He takes her hand with a rare smile. 

Miya Kaiyo grins behind the cake box. It turns out her daughter is a better matchmaker than either her or (heaven forbid) her husband. 

It turns out that Miya Kaiyo wanted to introduce him to her cousin, newly moved to Osaka from Tokyo. She’s a sports journalist, used to cover volleyball even, but for some reason their paths never crossed. She too, is tired of her cousin’s well intentioned meddling, but asks him if he’d like to meet her for dinner one day ‘if only to get Kaiyo off her back, because she’s persistent’, and funnily enough, he agrees. 

He doesn’t mind making a new friend, he reasons. She seems decent enough. 

They go out for dinner on a Tuesday night. She doesn’t complain when he tells her that due to his diet planned by MSBY’s nutritionist, most restaurants are off limits. Instead, she asks intelligent questions about whether the sources of protein and fibre he’s relying on are varied enough, even suggesting alternatives like tempeh, a Southeast Asian soy product. 

He appreciates that. 

She doesn’t also fawn over the fact that he’s a professional athlete. That makes sense, considering she’s probably interviewed dozens, if not hundreds of individuals who are just like him. It’s nice - he’s tired of groupies who start dates off by staring at him starry eyed, but ending it with disappointment in their eyes when they discover that he’s just a guy who practices hitting balls enough to do it for a living. And best of all, she doesn’t mind that their conversation sometimes wanes into silence. She doesn’t seem to feel the need to fill empty spaces with inane drivel, nor expect him to entertain her like a circus animal. 

He likes that. 

So when the night ends, he asks her whether she’d like to have dinner with him again. ‘Just as friends’, he’s quick to clarify. 

‘Sure’, she nods, and they bid each other goodnight.  

They start having dinner every Tuesday night, subject to their erratic schedules. 

He enjoys her company. She’s thoughtful, bringing him home made baked goods like zucchini cake (low sugar, of course), sneaking him chocolate scones for his cheat days after she discovers his hidden sweet tooth. She’s considerate too, never blinking an eye at his compulsive need to make sure everything is just in order, even if the waitress stands behind them aghast when he insists on using disinfectant to wipe down their table. She doesn’t even call him paranoid when he passes her a bottle of sanitizer. 

Slowly, he finds himself confiding in her about things he’d maybe only tell his cousin, Motoya. Or at least, the things he would tell Motoya if the guy would only pick up his calls. 

‘Sorry’, Motoya texts back after a couple of missed calls. ‘ Practice has been brutal recently. 

In a remarkable display of restraint, Sakusa does not point out that EJP Raijin is below MSBY in this season’s rankings. 

So he tells her instead about how he’s contemplating retirement, how he’s trying to chart out his next steps career wise. She surprises him by listening to him gravely, pointing out that he can lean on his business degree to possibly land an office job in event management or with sports associations, putting him in touch with one overly excited Kuroo Tetsuro. He tucks her suggestions away carefully at the back of his mind.   

It’s nice to have a friend, he tells himself, his lips quirking ever so slightly when her hand grazes his as they walk down the street together. 

He invites her to the monthly gatherings that the MSBY players take turns to host for their family and friends, making the excuse that he needs a human shield in any event hosted by Miya Atsumu. She agrees easily, perking up at the chance to spend a Sunday afternoon with her cousin and niece - ‘ and Kaiyo’ll need help, especially since she’s pregnant’, bringing far too many cupcakes topped with the lightest, fluffiest cream cheese frosting he’s ever had the pleasure of tasting. Even Miya Osamu gives her a nod of respect after stuffing his face full of her cupcakes.  He, unlike his twin, has good taste.

Her brow furls into a concerned frown when he quietly sneaks himself a second cupcake. ‘You don’t have to force yourself to eat it just to be polite! I made it, so  I  know it has so much sugar and butter it would make your nutritionist weep. If you want, I snuck some zucchini cake in my handbag for you instead.’ 

He stubbornly shovels a large bite into his mouth. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t.’ 

She bursts into laughter, leaning forward to wipe away the smudge of frosting on the tip of his nose with her thumb. 

Miya Kaiyo shoots him a knowing look across the room, waggling her eyebrows in an eerie imitation of her husband. He fights to keep his face blank, refusing to feed her satisfaction, but fails, a hot flush rising in his cheeks. 

‘Traitor’ he mouths at her. Her smirk only deepens.

Fortunately, the gathering ends with no further mishaps, either to his physical well-being or his dignity. Makoto is packed off with Meian, the little boy whining for more time to play with Shino. Hinata and Bokuto prance off for some ridiculous buffet on the other side of town.

As for himself, he hangs back with her to help the Miyas put their house back in order, expelling an amused puff of a laugh from his nose when she forces the very pregnant Kaiyo to ‘stay still, for goodness sake!’  on the couch, dancing around the house with a mop, Shino trailing after her waving a feather duster with gusto. He refrains from telling the little girl that she’s more likely to spread  the dust than to actually clear it – at least she’s not causing more havoc this way. 

‘I can’t believe I could’ve ever taken this for granted, y’know’, Atsumu comments from behind him, mouth wide in a tender smile. ‘It’s the best feeling in the world to have a wife and kid who loves ya to the moon and back, welcoming ya home after a long day at work. They make everything worth it.’

He’s thrown for a loop at this rare display of emotional vulnerability from the usually obnoxious setter and for once, does not resort to hostility, choosing instead to acknowledge the blonde setter’s words with a tacticum nod. 

The Miyas’ apartment is far too chaotic for his tastes, with colourful toys scattered on the floor, mismatched picture frames of the little family on the walls, but laughter hangs in the air, and light spills from the windows, illuminating the warmth and love and fondness in every look and word the Miyas gift each other. 

His father gave him a compass when he was a child, as a present to celebrate his first match. His mother clucked her tongue because it’s a strange gift for a child - delicate, fiddly, its gold exterior tarnished with age. But his father chuckled and told him that he’s old enough to appreciate that the compass is his father’s, and his father’s father before that, an heirloom to remind their sons to work hard at everything they do, and to keep their hearts on course, pointing north. 

And Sakusa thinks he’s done that. He’s worked and worked and worked at perfecting his skills in his chosen sport. He’s accepted his solo course, so laser focused on carving out a career in professional sports leaves little time or space for intimate relationships. Not to mention the fact that watching the disaster of Atsumu’s early years of marriage from the sidelines, made him swear off similar heartbreak for himself. 

But there are times when he can’t help but feel a little lonely - when he has to struggle to find a date for MSBY events, when he has no one to celebrate the holidays with, when he goes home every day to his neat, cold apartment with space for only one occupant. 

The compass in his heart creaks. It starts to turn a few degrees just off-course. 

‘Do you ever wonder what it’d be like to get married?’ he asks her as he’s walking her home that night. 

‘I did, once upon a time’, she shrugs carelessly. He misses the sudden strain in her smile. ‘Why do you ask?’ 

He stays silent for a while, the length of the quiet street giving him time to properly ferment his response. He considers the effects of adding splashes of colour to his dull life, weighs it against his long cultivated instinct to avoid the potential chaos of any emotional entanglements. He finds himself suddenly craving the sweetness of cream cheese frosting, and wonders how it’d be like to come home to light, fluffy cakes baked by her hands. 

When they reach her apartment block, she tilts her head at him curiously, obviously awaiting his answer. He tugs his words together, strings his swirling thoughts into a decipherable sentence. 

‘Because Atsumu and Kaiyo seem happy together. And I wondered if we’d be happy together too.’ 

He watches her puzzle over his words, her brow furling into a confused frown. ‘And I wasn’t proposing, by the way’, he feels the need to clarify. 

She snorts. ‘I didn’t think so.’ With a directness that he very much appreciates, she looks at him squarely and asks - ‘Are you asking me out, Sakusa Kiyoomi?’ 

He meets her gaze. ‘Yes, I am. We’ve known each other for a decently long time for me to conclude our personalities are well matched, and we’re both mature adults who respect each other’s work schedules and commitments. And if you don’t mind that I can be overly blunt and quiet sometimes - ‘ 

‘ - which I don’t’, she interjects, with a chuckle. 

‘I think we might be happy together’, he concludes, with a small smile that’s becoming more common in her presence.

He allows her the space to turn his proposition over in her mind. 

‘Alright’, she finally says. ‘I guess we can give it a go’. 

So much for Atsumu accusing him of having a heart made out of tin. Flesh and muscle works overtime to pump blood into his cheeks as she slots her fingers between his and gives his hand a squeeze. 

Being in a relationship isn’t too different from what they had before. 

They still keep to their standing date to meet every Tuesday (schedules permitting, of course). But now he doesn’t have to make up excuses to ask her out on outings that aren’t food related. At first he tries his best to adhere to dating norms, arranging for romantic dates at candlelit restaurants, buying her massive bouquets that make her sneeze. 

‘It’s fine, Omi’, she tells him gently after they spend another uncomfortable evening in a dimly lit restaurant eating off plates too large for the laughably tiny food portions. ‘I’m happy just hanging out with you. You don’t have to go out of your way to impress me, I’m not holding on to any ridiculous expectations of you’. He stops after that, glad he doesn’t have to suffer another night trying to decipher which utensil to be used at which course, or having to put on starched formal wear to yet another stuffy restaurant. 

She’s noticeably happier when they accompany each other on trips to the supermarket, each holding a stack of coupons to take advantage of the latest deals. She shields him from any overly zealous obaa-sans with gusto, throwing elbows and using her grocery basket as a makeshift battering ram before they crowd close enough to him to trigger his anxiety. He helps her reach for things on the top shelf ‘to prevent her from scaling the grocery shelves like an overgrown teenager’ , he snarks. He’s worried his attempt at teasing lands wrong, but she snorts and thanks him good naturedly anyways. 

On the weekends, they develop a habit of meal prepping for the rest of the week at her apartment. His kitchen lacks the fancy mixers and blenders that she has, and in all honesty, his dark, spartan apartment lacks the sunlight and warmth that spills into her apartment from the windows, so it’s only logical that they should spend the bulk of their time there. It’s an oasis of calm for him, chopping vegetables and chicken into small cubes, sautéing them for the week ahead, while she bustles around whipping eggs and flour and milk together to form another delectable cake that they always end up sharing at the end of the day. 

He starts to dread matches away from home a little more than he used to. While hotel rooms are as spartan as his own apartment, he doesn’t have the option of heading over to her apartment to bask in her quiet warmth. His meals come in styrofoam boxes instead of the glass tupperware she stacks on her kitchen counter, and he turns up his nose at store bought cakes that his teammates offer him, only craving for those baked in her oven. He even starts looking up to the stands for a glimpse of her, only to remember that she can’t be there to cheer the team on. 

‘Cheer up, Omi-omi! We’ll have a home match next week’, Atsumu tells him jovially. 

‘It doesn’t matter either way to me’, he mutters resentfully, but the setter only grins.

‘Trust me, it matters a great deal to have the girl ya love cheering ya on, y’know?’ 

He stalks off to the changing room, ignoring the peals of laughter from the blonde annoyance he leaves in his wake.  

The tight coil of loneliness only loosens when he sees her waiting for him at the station when he returns. She ignores his protests to snag his suitcase away from him, the case looking comically large against her small frame, but she uses it effectively as a tank to force a path through the crowd, and drag him back to her apartment in no time. 

‘You need a home cooked dinner to make up for all those industrially prepared food you must’ve been eating this entire week’, she tells him, bustling around the kitchen, only stilling when he takes her shoulders in his hands. 

‘Are you happy?’ he asks, when he cups her face to carefully brush the dusting of flour on her cheek away.  

‘Why wouldn’t I be?’ She laughs, the sound fond.

‘Just checking in’, he tells her, closing his eyes as she pulls him down towards her for a kiss. 

All in all, it’s a happy, uncomplicated relationship. He likes it that way.

If his heart were a compass, he’d suspect it’s broken because instead of pointing north, it starts to inch inexorably towards her. 

But there are strange quirks he notices about her that niggles at his brain. 

She refuses point blank to check out the planetarium when she attends an event held at the adjacent Art Museum as his date, professing to have an irrational dislike for stars. 

‘They’re just balls of burning gas and light ’ , he points out. ‘What could you possibly have against them?’ 

There’s a flicker of irritation in her eyes that he does not miss. ‘I know it’s stupid but just humour me, ok?’ Her tone verges on a snarl, before she storms away, ostensibly to the bathroom to freshen herself up. 

She returns later with an apology for her behaviour. Though he’s confused, he respects her privacy and does not push for an answer. 

He’s at her apartment preparing meals for the week ahead when the doorbell rings and an enormous bouquet of white lilies are deposited into her arms. She stares dumbly at the flowers, their sickly sweet scent permeating the air. 

His brow furls. ‘Today isn’t your birthday, is it?’

His words jolt her out of her trance. ‘No’, she answers, before inexplicably storming to the living room and dumping the bouquet with a vengeance on the coffee table. Pollen flutters to the floor, delicate white petals crushed in her hands. 

‘It’s nothing’, she tells him as he shoots her a questioning look. 

When she disappears to the washroom, he peeks at the card. There’s no name on it, just a simple message - ‘consider it, please?’

He doesn’t question her about it when she returns to the kitchen. She doesn’t offer him any answers either. 

He finds himself wondering about them. 

It was refreshing at first to have a relationship free of any expectations. She never asks for more than he’s willing to give, seems happy enough to slot herself into the pockets of time he offers, only attends his games when he gives her tickets, doesn’t get upset with him when he inevitably forgets to text. 

But therein lies the issue, doesn’t it?  

If she truly likes him, wants to pursue a relationship seriously with him, shouldn’t she be demanding more than the crumbs of affection and attention he shows her? They’re both past the age of thirty, shouldn’t she be looking to get married and settle down, maybe spawn a demon child or two? 

He’s tried raising it with her once, but she responded with confusion. 

‘I don’t have any expectations of you, Omi’, she’d replied. ‘We both have busy lives, so whatever you’re willing to give, I’m happy to take’. 

There’s technically nothing wrong about her answer. It’s wholly considerate and kind - very much her.  

Still, it makes him wonder - if her heart were a compass, would it point towards him? 

He manages to hold his tongue until she gets another delivery of flowers. 

This time he opens the door when the doorbell rings, assaulted by the heady scent of lillies, pollen smeared on his sleeves. This time, there’s a name on the card. 

Oikawa Tooru . 

It takes a couple of seconds for him to realise why the name is so familiar. It’s the same name Hinata and Kageyama used to buzz about every Olympics - the famous Argentinian setter who started his career as a schoolboy from Miyagi, a prodigious setter who never made it to Nationals in high school, refused to give up and forged his way to success in a whole new land, continents away.

‘How do you know Oikawa’? He asks her. ‘And why does he keep sending your flowers?’ 

‘He’s just an old acquaintance,’ she admits. ‘He’s just sending the flowers to persuade me to attend his wedding.’

His forehead crinkles in confusion, and he tries his best not to leap to conclusions, but since she doesn’t seem to be forthcoming with further clarification, he presses her further. 

‘And why won’t you attend his wedding?’ 

Her shoulders slouch in obvious reluctance as she turns away, focusing her attention on the mixing bowl. But Kiyoomi isn’t easily deterred, so he firmly takes the mixing bowl from her and sets it on the countertop. He raises an eyebrow at her, clearly seeking an answer. 

She huffs a sigh through her nose. ‘Because he’s getting married to my ex-boyfriend, ok?’   

He blinks. That was unexpected. 

‘It happened half a decade ago. Ancient history. I’m over it.’ She mutters to the floor. 

‘Why didn’t you tell me about it?’ 

‘Because it’s none of your business’, she snaps, grabbing the mixing bowl again, beating the batter with a vengeance. 

‘You’re going to ruin the texture if you whisk it too hard’, he tugs the bowl away from her again. She refuses to relinquish her grip.

‘Leave me alone!’ she snarls, yanking the bowl back. Confused by her sudden fury, he lets go of the bowl, only for her to stumble back, eyes wide as she loses her balance, knocking her head against the countertop.

He drops down onto his knees, not even noticing the batter soaking into his pants, combing through her hair, scouring the back of her neck for any sign of injury. It’s only when he’s satisfied that her fall has resulted in nothing more than a bruise that should go away by tomorrow that he notices her tears soaking the front of his shirt. 

‘Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?’ he asks, wiping her tears away with a batter splattered thumb. 

She hangs her head, body still shaking from her sobs. ‘I’ve already made such a mess of things – don’t want you to have to listen to my nonsense – am just bein’ stupid, that’s all - ’. 

He patiently waits until her sobs dissolves into mere sniffles before speaking. ‘I want you to tell me what’s wrong. If you’re up to it.’ 

So through more broken sobs and hiccups, he listens to the tale of Iwaizumi Hajime, a boy who was her world, who only realised he was always in love with Oikawa Tooru, a fortnight before she and he were to wed. Her voice wavers as she tells him the full story of the white lilies, explains that her irrational dislike for stars stems from the reminder that she chose to give her world up to a boy-king burning brighter than the stars in the night sky combined. 

He waits until her words run out, and she’s leaning against him, broken and pliant in a way that makes his heart ache. 

‘I wish you told me about it earlier’, he tells her, tucking the loose strands of hair behind her ear. ‘That you would trust me enough to tell me about the things that hurt you in the past. And I wonder about the state of our relationship if you don’t even trust me enough for that’. 

‘That’s unfair. You never asked - ‘ 

‘How could I ask about something I didn’t even know about?’ He takes hold of her shoulders, forcing her to look at him. Hurt and anger and shock simmer in her eyes, each swirl of emotion fighting for dominance. 

‘I didn’t want to expect anything more from this relationship than you were willing to give’, she admits after a pause. 

She’s scared of being hurt again. He doesn’t miss the subtext.  

‘Shall I tell you what I want from you then? I have a list, if you’re willing to hear me out’ he asks, with a smile that’s growing more common the more time he spends around her. 

She nods, but keeps her gaze stubbornly on the ground. 

He takes his time to choose his words. He’s never been verbose - not like Atsumu or Bokuto or even easygoing Motoya, choosing to only say what is strictly necessary, using the precise amount of words, nothing more, nothing less. But this is a situation that requires more emotion rather than precision, so he inhales a shaky breath, letting it fuel the sentiment in his heart as he exhales. 

‘First. I want you to trust that I’ll never hurt you like he did’, he says, and with a self-deprecating smile he adds - ‘I don’t have any childhood friends to be secretly in love with besides Motoya, and I’m hardly going to be pining after my flake of a cousin’. 

That triggers the corners of her lips to tilt upwards, and encouraged, he carries on.    

‘Second. I want you to be open with me about what you want - your dreams, your expectations of me. I want to hear them all because  you’re important to me.’

That makes her flush pink, and she sneaks a glance up towards him. 

‘Third. I want to wake up each morning with you by my side and come home to you every night. I want to watch you fight cranky old ladies in the supermarket in my honour, be the first person to taste test all your baking experiments - even the failed ones that are only fit to feed Atsumu. I want us to be happy together. Forever, if possible.’

He lifts her bodily into his lap, brushes his nose against her cheek. ‘Now that I’ve told you what I’m willing to give, is that too much for you to take?’ he murmurs against her lips. 

Her blush blossoms into a deep scarlet, but her eyes are iridescent pools of startled delight. She doesn’t speak, sealing her answer instead with her lips. 

His heart’s compass is irretrievably broken, the needle melted into place. It doesn’t point north any longer, no  – it’s always going to point towards her. 

They move in together after that. 

He gives up his apartment, professing to prefer the warmth and light of hers. The Miyas help him move in even when he tries to refuse their help, Atsumu helping him to lug cardboard boxes up the stairs, Kaiyo helping him sort out his belongings, sorting them into his allocated cupboards. 

When they’re done, they order pizza and she bakes a cake to celebrate. ‘An impromptu housewarming’ she says, toasting Miya Kaiyo with a slice of pepperoni pizza with a laugh.

Kiyoomi shares a slice of chocolate cake with Atsumu in complete defiance of their nutritionist’s advice, jostling forks over the very last bite. She and Kaiyo scold them teasingly, telling them to behave like they’re actually thirty and not teenagers on the cusp of adulthood. Atsumu pulls at Kaiyo’s ponytail in retaliation. He refuses to engage in similar tomfoolery, reddening instead when she reaches over to ruffle his curls.

‘This is nice’, he remarks to Atsumu later, when their significant others are out of earshot, gossiping and giggling about something or other.  

‘It is, isn’t it’, Atsumu replies, a dopey smile on his face as he stares at his wife. 

It truly is , Kiyoomi thinks, staring at her.  

He takes over most of the cleaning, it clears his mind, he tells her. So to split the chores evenly, she insists on doing their laundry and cooking, and he doesn’t even nag her too much when she forgets to split the white and coloured clothes and stains some of his shirts once in a while. 

Wedding invites printed on expensive cream paper and bouquets of white lilies start to litter their doorstep every day. He tries his best to dispose of them before they reach her sight, but every so often, he comes home too late, catches her wilt as she brushes white petals from their doorstep. 

‘I don’t blame either of them’, she tells him, after he asks if she’d like him to call Iwaizumi and tell him to drown himself in a vat of batter, thank you very much. 

‘You’re too kind to both of them’ he says plainly, as they share a pot of tea, his head pillowed in her lap. ‘I would’ve just set them both on fire and left them to rot.’

‘Hajime loved Tooru for almost all his life - I just wanted to see him happy in the end. Argh  - I sound so stupid and sentimental like an old grandma, just laugh at me already’ she complains, hiding her burning cheeks in her hands.  

‘You aren’t stupid for being kind.’ He hums, quiet and low. ‘It’s why I love you so.’ 

He relishes the soft light dawning in her eyes, captures her whispered affection with careful fingers, spins them into gold. 

He has to turn off the stove to answer the door when some rude lout bangs on their front door far too early on a Sunday morning. 

With his coldest sneer and thinking resentfully about his breakfast, Kiyoomi swings the door open, fully intent on looming over the disturbance with his full height, but takes a step back instead when he finds one Iwaizumi Hajime hanging off the door knob. 

‘Hello’, Iwaizumi looks up at him confusedly. 

‘Hi’, he nods a greeting back at his old Olympic team trainer. They stare at each other. 

‘Eh - I think I’ve got the wrong house’, Iwaizumi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Sorry about that, Sakusa-san.’

He’s about to close the door in Iwaizumi’s face when her voice chimes in, clear as a bell. 

‘Who’s at the door, Omi?’ 

The shorter man shoots him a look of barely contained rage as he uses his bulk to push his way through the doorway towards her. Kiyoomi tries to stop him, protesting that he can’t barge into someone’s private property without an invitation like that, but it’s as futile an endeavour as trying to block the path of a raging storm.

Iwaizumi reaches her first, raising a hand as if to cup her face by instinct, before letting it fall back limply by his side. ‘You weren’t answering any of my messages or calls’, he says. ‘I was worried about you.’

She stares at him blankly for a moment. Then fire sparks in her eyes. 

‘Well, as you can see, I’m completely fine’, she replies, jaw and fists clenched. ‘You don’t need to do a welfare check on me, we’re not involved anymore.’

The scorching pain in Iwaizumi’s eyes is evident, even from a distance away. ‘Yeah. Well. I thought we were friends. You didn’t even tell me you were dating again’. He shoves his hands in his pockets, tossing another heated glance in Kiyoomi’s way. 

‘I didn’t think I needed to update my ex-fiance about my love life, especially not when he’s trying to drag me to attend his wedding that I already said I’m not going to attend’, she bites back. 

Iwaizumi opens his mouth, then closes it with a resounding snap. ‘I’m sorry’, he says, with heartbreaking honesty. ‘I told Tooru that you probably didn’t want to hear from us, but he insisted and I got worried when I didn’t hear from you for months’. 

Kiyoomi can see her glare soften into molten sympathy. The tension in the air crackles with electricity. He’s neither blind nor stupid – he can sense the years of longing and love not quite lost between them. 

He thinks she loves him, Sakusa Kiyoomi – weird habits, cold disposition and all, but the doubt clogging up his arteries and veins is enough to make his heart seize – and if she’s going to break his heart, he’d much rather she not do it in front of Iwaizumi.  

‘Hajime - ‘ she begins to say, and at this point he jumps in - 

‘I’ll excuse myself so you both have the chance to catch up’, he says, waving aside her protests as he slips on his shoes. Even in his haste to leave the house, he clicks his tongue at the mess Iwaizumi left behind at their  genkan , kneeling down to arrange their shoes, only standing up when he’s satisfied they’re neatly arranged back in place. 

‘Omi, you don’t have to leave’, she says, holding the door open. 

He shrugs his shoulders at her, nose and mouth already obscured by his usual face mask. ‘Let me know when you’d like me to come back’. 

If she’d like him to come back. She doesn’t chase after him, after all.  

It’s a beautiful Sunday morning, but the golden sunshine feels more like a taunt rather than a balm to his mood. His stomach growls, making him long for the scrambled eggs he was in the middle of frying before he was so rudely interrupted, but his growing sense of nausea keeps him from seeking out an alternative meal. 

Instead, he makes his way to the park, sits on a relatively clean bench. There are couples a-plenty, strolling around hand in hand, families picnicking merrily around him, compounding the growing chasm of loneliness in his chest. He tries to count the seconds by his breaths, tries not to let the minutes expand the insecurities crawling, inch by inch up his throat. 

He sits alone. Poised, yet short of breath. 

He wonders if Iwaizumi Hajime has finally figured out that stars, for all their brilliance, cannot compensate for their lack of human kindness. And if so, he wonders which direction her heart would point towards if it were a compass - whether it’s as broken as his, and whether it points towards Iwaizumi or him.   

He waits. 

Then his phone buzzes. 

Ah. 

She’s asking him to come home. He does not dare to overthink the meaning of that single word. But he does not hide that his steps back  home are lighter than when he left, though the key in his hand shakes so hard it takes him three tries to fit it into the keyhole. He does not try to suffocate the seed of hope budding in the soft earth of his heart when he realises Iwaizumi’s shoes have vanished without a trace.  

“Omi?” 

She’s waiting for him, slipping warm arms around his waist, tangling her fingers in his curls, ignoring his complaints about letting himself wash his hands first. 

‘Am I silly for missing you, even though it’s only been an hour?’

He refuses to be distracted by the affection in her voice.

‘But what about Iwaizumi?’ he frowns, hesitation still poisoning the well of thoughts in his mind. 

Perhaps it’s a testament to how well they’ve grown to know each other that she doesn’t need to read the silent subtext of his statement. She smiles, bringing his palm flat against her chest, does not answer until his pulse matches the steady beat of her heart.  

‘I love you , Omi’, she tells him. Her heartbeat does not quicken, her smile does not waver. ‘You told me not to long ago to always be upfront with you about what  I  want so I’m going to be honest with you now - Iwaizumi is only ever going to be my past, and I want you from now on’. 

If her heart were a compass, the steady beat of her heart tells him, it would point only towards him.  

‘That is – if you’ll have me’, she adds, a shadow of doubt suddenly appearing on her face. 

‘Don’t be ridiculous’, he scoffs, burying his nose to breathe in the familiar scent of vanilla in her hair. ‘Who else would I rather have than you?’ 

Who else would he be lucky enough to call his home – a woman with a heart large enough to fit a whole ocean within its depths, with kindness in her eyes and mirth in her smiles. 

She laughs in spite of the salt in her throat and water in her eyes, leaning on her toes in a vain attempt to reach his face. He lifts her into her arms, laughs when she squeals indignantly as her feet only find air, toppling them both onto the couch where he can seat her between his legs, press kisses to her cheeks.  

She’ll tell him later that Iwaizumi came looking for her because he’s never outgrown his overprotective streak, and he’s truly happy for her - for them, because they’ve both moved on with their separate lives. And she ended up agreeing to attend his and Oikawa’s wedding on one condition – that an invitation is extended to him, Sakusa Kiyoomi, to attend with her as his date. 

He’ll tell her later that he’s happy to attend the wedding with her, just not to expect him to smile in any wedding pictures. And more importantly, he’ll tell her in his plain way that the list of expectations he has of their relationship has expanded yet again. 

He’ll lay out his dreams of a pair of matching golden rings to bind them to lifelong companionship, of hellspawn of their own and a dog, maybe two. 

He’ll ask her if it’s too much for him to ask of her.  

She’ll tell him that she’s willing to give him everything he asks for and more. 

It’s Miya Shino’s ninth birthday party. 

He’s retired from volleyball proper, and is thankful he insisted on getting a business degree from Chuo University before going pro, because it comes in handy working alongside Kuroo Tetsuro at the volleyball association. 

Miya Atsumu insists on inviting him to the party, though he supposes he’s invited not by virtue of being a former teammate, but because he’s also Shino’s uncle by marriage now. The thought that he’s related to Miya Atsumu, however distant and most definitely not by blood, still fills him with dread. 

The birthday girl is a little less imbued with her father’s chaotic energy this time, though she still squeals when her birthday cake is unveiled – though to be fair it’s less a cake, more a tower of cupcakes with cream cheese frosting spelling out her name. 

‘Thank you Auntie!’ Shino cries, flinging her arms around her. Kiyoomi flinches at the sight of anyone, even his nine year old niece, coming in close contact with his extremely pregnant wife, but a sharp glare from her subdues any complaint he dares to make. 

He fusses over her the minute he has the chance to corral her away from the clutches of Miya Shino. ‘Are your feet hurting? What about your back? I don’t know why you insist on walking so much when you know the doctor said you should be on bed rest soon’. 

‘Stop fussing, Omi! The baby and I will be fine’, she replies, exasperated. ‘This is the last social event scheduled before I pop and I’m determined to enjoy it while I can.’ Then she scuttles off faster than he imagines her frame allows, leaving him floundering in her wake. 

‘Just let her be’, Miya Atsumu laughs, slapping his back. Kiyoomi is on the verge of pointing out -  pot, meet kettle, reminding Atsumu that the last time Kaiyo was pregnant, Atsumu didn’t stop fretting until she went into labour and delivered a healthy baby boy. But then he remembers the grief etched into Atsumu’s face when Kaiyo miscarried in the stands during a game, so he holds his tongue and rolls his eyes instead. 

‘I’m just worried she’s pushing herself too hard’, he admits in a rare bout of vulnerability. 

Atsumu smiles, genuine for once. ‘Those crazy women, eh? They’re always gonna drive us up the wall, but they’re worth every minute of it.’ 

He looks at her, belly swollen with their first child, peach blossoms blooming in her cheeks. His past self would never imagine that he’d find this much joy and contentment in being a husband and a father, but then again his past self was satisfied coming home alone day after day to a cold apartment. He knows better now - life is so better when he has her, sharing stories of their day of over steaming mugs of tea at their kitchen countertop, listening to her hum as she bakes treats for the weekend, warmth and laughter and love abound in their cosy apartment for two, soon to be three.   

So feeling vaguely drunk though he hasn’t had a drop of alcohol in the months since she whispered during their anniversary dinner that they were expecting, Kiyoomi laughs aloud. 

Atsumu lifts his eyebrows in surprise.

‘She really, really is’, Kiyoomi says, breaking into an unguarded smile.  

If you wanna know more about the backstory of the reader - check out The Astrophile, and if you wanna know more about Miya Atsumu’s relationship with his wife, check out Storm Chaser. 

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Lavish Games

Kuroo Tetsurou x Female Reader

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It turned out to be a little game between the two of you.

Kuroo is known to just lavish you with luxurious things and food and anything you want under the sun. Giving gifts was just one of his strong points and it's his love language. You were the love of his life so to him, you deserved everything that he could give!

So he didn’t understand one day why you were telling him off gently.

“Tetsu, baby, you don’t need to give me jewelry every month.”

“But I want to.” He huffed like a small boy starting a tantrum.

“I know, baby. I know. And I’m thankful for that. But seriously, your gift giving is a little extravagant, don’t you think? I only need you Tetsurou. You’re already enough for me.” You explained, hoping to get the point across.

“So what am I going to do with this now?” He whined, revealing a small paper bag behind him. “You were eyeing this in the store the other day when we went so I bought it for you.”

You’re mouth hung open at his statement. You don’t remember a damned thing about wanting something from the department store. “What are you talking about?”

“Open it.” His eyes gleamed with glee. “Opeeeeen.” He said dramatically while swinging his shoulders from side to side.

Cackling at his antics, your hands untangled the ribbon at the top of the bag and as you opened, you were greeted by the sweet smell of the perfume. That’s when it hit you. You were planning to buy this because it had a unique scent that was not too strong for your liking. You decided against it though because you knew you had quite a stock of perfumes in the house. 'So maybe next time', you thought.

“Tetsurou, how did you know?!” Surprise was an understatement. You never told him anything about wanting it!

He chuckled in mischief. “I just know you so well. And you liked that one top too, the black turtleneck…”

“Stop!” You laughed in amazement. “Are you reading my mind, Sir?!”

“And you liked that floss bread from the bakery…”

“Okay, that goes without saying.” You scoffed.

He scoffed back at you. The nerve! “Oh yeah? Well, I knew you liked the pair of sneakers displayed on the rack yesterday and I’m planning to get that for you next month.”

Again, your mouth was left open because you knew exactly what those pair of shoes looked like! You did look at them and liked them but what gave that away?!

“Tetsurou! I am serious!” You pouted. “I really love you and appreciate all the things that you do for me but let’s cut down on the gifts, yeah?”

“Why? Are they that bad?” It was his turn to pout.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands and scooted closer to his rock, solid frame. “Not at all, Tetsu. They’re actually too good. How you know I want them just by looking, I have no idea, but I have to say, it’s quite a talent that you have there.” You laughed.

“Thank you.” He smirked back.

You sighed. “It’s just that, I’m not used to receiving gifts at all growing up. So all these sudden gifts overwhelm me a little bit. I may like them but I don't really need them.”

“Oh.” He blinked. He didn’t know you felt that way. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to give you the world, I guess.”

“Oh baby, no, don’t say sorry! If anything, I am thankful! But your presence, your love and affection, and your time spent with me already means so much! Just by calling you my husband already means the world to me.”

He swore he almost cried at your statement. You always proved your love to him in so many ways but you never fail to make him melt every single time.

His lips pecked on yours as an I love you.

“So no more much lavishing alright?” You clarified.

“We’ll see.” His famous smirk appeared and you had to shake this dense boulder you call your husband.

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You started to be more cautious of the things you look at when you go shopping. Or when you go online shopping and he’s just right there beside you. The gift giving minimized and that relieved you, thinking that he understood your plea.

But then he started to randomly buy stuff for you that seemed familiar at first and then you recognize them as the ones that you’ve been looking at or wanting to buy! That sneaky bastard! And that’s where the game began but you definitely enjoyed it too and you’re not denying it.

You were on a dinner with Kenma tonight, months after your talk with Kuroo. You’ve been better at hiding your expressions when you like something so he’s having a hard time reading you.

And he’s getting frustrated!

“You know, I’ve been thinking…” Both you and Kuroo looked up at Kenma as he leaned closer to your side while showing his phone. “I have an event this week and I was planning to have a giveaway for my fans.”

An online shopping site was opened on his phone and there were so many good choices!

“Most of them are females so… can you help me?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. “I’m not sure what to give.”

“Sure! Let’s see them.” You said excitedly. “It’s better to give them something they can use daily rather than some random useless shit.”

Both of the men laughed at your words but agreed just the same.

“How about this gaming chair?” You suggested. “I’ve always wondered how those were. People said it’s so comfy to sit on.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up at the conversation.

“Maybe your female fans are mostly gamers like you so that’s good. Or these noise cancelling headphones! It’s so cute, look, this one has cat ears!” Your eyes sparkled as you excitedly went over the site with Kenma just agreeing to whatever you're saying.

Across from you, a smirk displayed on Kuroo’s face as he looked at your expression.

'There it is.' He said to himself. He had to admit and commend you on the job well done in keeping your expressions at bay but it will always shine through. Kuroo just loves seeing you giddy and happy. He also understands your point about the gifts but riling you up, seeing that surprised expression after opening the packages, seeing that you wanted to tell him off and shake him until he stops just amuses him so much! He’s not going to stop annoying you. He’s your husband after all. And so he makes a mental list of the things he knew you personally liked that you were oh-so-freely blurting out to his best friend.

“This watch could be good too.” You pointed and Kenma added them all to cart and checked them out the moment you said everything was settled.

“Thanks, y/n!” He smiled thoughtfully. “I’m so glad I asked you because I really had no idea! I’m bad at gifts.”

The bed- haired man snorted. “Yeah, you are.”

“Shut up, Kuroo.” Kenma rolled his eyes. “You don’t have to rub it in everyone's faces that you’re good at these things.”

Kuroo smirked while nodding his head playfully. “I really am good at this.” He eyed you, winking when he caught your stare, and laughing like a hyena.

And that’s when it hit you.

“Kuroo Tetsurou!” You warned. “No! Whatever you’re thinking, NO!”

He just shrugged, a goofy grin plastered on his face the whole evening.

And the next week, there were packages sent to your house in your name.

You can’t do anything but shake your head at your husband’s games. You love him so much but you just want to strangle him sometimes.

Now, you have to figure out another game. It’s payback time from the wife!

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Rich Kuroo problems LOL

I love this man so much why is he not real?!

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Walls Could Talk

Pairing: female reader x Tony Stark

Request: Could you do a Tony Stark X fem!reader inspired by Walls Could Talk be Halsey?

Warnings: implied smut, arranged marriage, fighting (verbal), cheating/rebound, unrequited to requited love, takes place years before Iron Man

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No one suspected that your marriage was arranged. That was how it was supposed to be. You didn’t have to be the perfect couple, you didn’t even have to really like each other. It was a politically arranged thing between Tony’s parents and your parents. Howard Stark and your father, Bleu Y/L/N, made the arrangement when you were both just teens, but you didn’t have to get married until you were both out of college and Tony had picked up Stark Industries.

So in 1997 the two of you got married. News of your engagement took the world by storm. You, the daughter of a US Senator, getting married to Tony Stark, a billionaire and businessman.

You had known each other since you were young, and both of you knew you would eventually be getting married. You weren’t in love with Tony, and you didn’t think he was in love with you either. You actually hated his guts. He had a reputation before you two got married. You knew that he liked to fool around with every girl he met. And you knew how cocky he was. You grew up with him for goodness sakes, he had always been full of himself.

The only bright side of your marriage was sex. Tony had a lot of experience, and he knew how to make women feel good. You knew you had to cash in on that, and when you did you weren’t disappointed. 

You were only a year into your marriage and things were going okay. Everyone on the outside was fooled and your parents were pleased. But if the walls could talk they would know all the mixed emotions and feelings going on between the two of you. How you would have sex all the time even though you didn’t love each other.

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You were dressed to perfection for the event you and Tony were attending. You were wearing a floor length red gown with a slit that started at your upper thigh, sparkling silver heels, and elegant silver jewelry. Tony was sitting next to you in the limo with his legs crossed. His polished black shoes were bobbing up and down, entailing that he was nervous about something. You didn’t care to ask, though you were curious as to why the cockiest man you knew was having the jitters.

His eyes were flitting between you and outside his window and it was starting to annoy you. You sighed and looked at him. “What is it Tony?”

“Um, nothing. It’s nothing.” He gave you a  quick awkward smile and then looked away again, biting the inside of his cheek. You narrowed your eyes at him but turned away once he was focused on something else.

“Actually- Y/N. I want to talk to you.”

You took in a long breath before meeting his eyes again. “Okay.”

“I know this isn’t a good time but I just wanted to know and get it off my chest.” He was wringing his hands together in his lap and he had planted his feet on the floor of the limo. He was acting strange. Very strange.

“Go ahead and say it,” you said in an irritated voice. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush and you weren’t about to endure it now. If he had something to say you wished he would just spit it out.

“Do you love me?” he hesitantly asked.

You raised your eyebrows at the brunette man sitting beside you. Out of all the things he could have asked, that was the last thing you were expecting. Why did he care anyways? He knew that you weren’t married for love. This was purely because your parents wanted it.

“Tony, you know this marriage isn’t about love. I did this for my parents, not because I love you.” You felt bad having to tell him that so you soften your voice a little bit.

“So when we’re having sex and you say you love me it’s a lie?” You could hear the anger in his voice. You didn’t understand why he was so mad though. 

“I love being with you intimately Tony, I just don’t love you emotionally.”

All he could do was stare at you. A fire was burning inside him and it was licking at his temper. The words coming out of your mouth weren't what he wanted to hear. But who was he kidding, he knew that you didn’t love him. It still stung though. It still hurt for him to have to hear that you didn’t reciprocate his feelings.

“So you don’t love me?” he asked incredulously.

“No I don’t.”

“Then why are you with me? Why do you give me hope?” He had raised his voice and you knew that the driver was able to hear what he was saying.

“Tony hush, he can hear you,” you scolded.

“I don’t care! We’ve been together for a year and you don’t- you don’t feel anything! You don’t care about me yet you’ll come onto me and have sex any time you please!” Pure anger was seeping out of him. His eyes were wide open and his eyebrows were drawn in. His hands were open in front of him and it looked like he was trying to squeeze the air.

You really didn’t understand why Tony was so mad. He didn’t love you either so why did he care? Why was he fighting you over something both of you already knew about?

“This is about convenience! I’m sorry if you think I’ve betrayed you just because I want to feel good sometimes!”

“That’s all I am? A convenience and a means to pleasure you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Your voice had raised too and at that point you were both yelling at each other. The poor driver was hearing the whole argument. 

He let out a scoff, “Then what are you saying?”

“I just don’t love you like that!” you responded.

“Oh my god.” Tony fell back onto his seat and ran a hand over his face. He was heartbroken, but you didn’t realize it. You’d never loved anyone in that way before, so if you did you wouldn’t realize it. Those types of feelings just confused you so you tried to avoid thinking about them.

“If this tears you up so much I can leave.” If Tony was going to act like that you didn’t want a part of it. You could tell that he no longer would want to have sex with you so there really was no reason for you to stay in the same house.

“Do whatever you want. Obviously you don’t care what I think.” He couldn’t even look at you. He kept his eyes trained forward, staring at the clear screen between the back of the limo and the driver’s seat.

“Well I’ll leave then. I’ll pack my bags when we get back.”

“Fine.”

After the fight was over you were three minutes from the venue. You both pulled it together for the paparazzi and smiled and acted like everything was fine even though it wasn’t. The fight was so random you didn’t see it coming. Your mind was jumbled during the entire event and you couldn’t focus on the speakers or the people that came to talk to you. You couldn’t figure out why Tony was so mad about the fact you didn’t love him in that way. Or at least you didn’t think you did.

Since you were seventeen you had convinced yourself you didn’t like Tony at all. He was so cocky and thought he was all that and it didn’t appeal to you. It was ten years later and you had held onto the hatred you had felt. You were so focused on it that you didn’t really pay attention to the feelings that could have developed. 

It was pitch black outside when you got home. But like you had said earlier you packed your bags and called Happy to drive you to your parent’s house. Luckily for you they were off on a trip so they wouldn’t know that you had left Tony’s house. Tony had stayed away from you and went to his office while you packed. He didn’t want to see the woman he loved leaving him. He was afraid he had ruined his chances with you by asking that dumb question. He knew deep down that you didn’t feel the same way but it hurt anyway.

Back at your parents house you grabbed a bottle of Cabernet and poured yourself a glass. Then another, and another. The alcohol got you thinking that maybe you had made a mistake. Were you even being honest with yourself? If you stripped away your feelings from when you were a teen would you still feel the same? It didn’t matter either way. Tony probably hated you now. You couldn’t go back, not without making a fool of yourself.

You stayed at your parents house for two weeks. You didn’t speak to Tony during that time. Everyone was wondering where you were and why you weren’t with Tony but he told the public that you had come down with something and needed to recover. When you heard the news you felt relieved. Even though things were rough between you two he still covered for you and kept up with the charade.

You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep it up. Eventually you would have to see Tony. But you weren’t looking forward to it.

Meanwhile at the Stark estate Tony was bringing home a different girl every night. It was his form of getting over you, though it wasn’t helping. He was missing you even more than before. After two weeks Tony made up his mind to win you over. Even if you didn’t love him the same way he loved you he would be satisfied just to have you intimately again. If that’s what you wanted then he would let you have it.

Tony drove to your parent’s house by himself and knocked on the front door. He had asked Happy where you were as soon as you left. He wanted to know if you were safe.

You weren’t expecting anyone but you went to the door and opened it. And when you saw who was standing there you wanted to cry. Tony was there, at your front door. You weren’t ready to face him and own up to the way you had acted. You weren’t ready to tell him that maybe you could try again and see what would happen. But you wouldn’t have to.

“Y/N I’m sorry. It wasn’t right of me to just spring that on you. I know you don’t love me like I love you. I’ve accepted that. But you don’t have to leave. I want you to come back. And if you do, you don’t have to stay tied down to me, you can find a man that you do love and be with him. And if you only want me for sex then that’s okay too, you can have me.”

Tony thought he was the only one with a broken heart, but after the two weeks to yourself and then hearing him say that your heart was breaking too. You knew you had made a mistake. You hurt him and it was hurting you too. You weren’t sure if you loved him as much as he loved you yet but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try.

“No Tony, I was selfish. I only thought of myself and didn’t take into account that you had feelings too. I acted like a child and I was hanging onto feelings from when we were just teenagers. I know I haven’t been fair to you but I want to try and fix this. I want to try to be with you for real this time.”

“Are you sure?” His voice was soft and he was so unsure of himself and so afraid that maybe you weren’t being serious.

“I’m sure. I know now that there can be something real between us.”

Tony was so moved that he couldn’t help but reach out to you. You responded and held onto his outstretched hand before pulling him into a kiss. Your first kiss that really meant something. And that kiss led to something more. You shut the door and pulled Tony through the house and into your bedroom. This time you both took the time to appreciate the other and make sure you were both enjoying yourselves.

You laid next to each other wrapped up under the lush covers on your bed. Your head was against Tony’s chest, that was rising and falling as he breathed. That was the beginning of a new beginning for the both of you, and hopefully everything would go smoothly.

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Can i get 13 with Itto fluff. Id like a bit of comfort too if it works with the prompt 💙

13 - I didn’t mean to say that, but yeah I love you.

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characters; Itto, gn reader

cw/tw; mentions of slightly graphic injuries, reader is annoyed/done with itto’s shit, itto ruining the moment, confessions, slight cursing, let me know if I missed anything

word count; just over 1k

notes; Hi ! I did an Albedo version of this one which I will put a link to here, so I tried to take a different approach to it than the previous one so they’re a lot different. With that being said, I hope you enjoy ! (Extra - I fell down the stairs today but I wanted to get something out. I like how it turned out but I’m sorry if it’s not as good as my usual writing)

Albedo version

event; 200 milestone

Please reblog if you like this!! (And let me know if it’s showing up in tags)

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“Of all the stupid things-“

“Ow! Hey, easy!”

“If you’d just keep still, this would be done a lot faster!”

The damp rag that you were holding against the oni’s chest was starting to become stained, tainted with crimson. It would’ve been a worrying sight to you, if you weren’t so annoyed with how he got the wound in the first place. You knew he was hard-headed, filled with delusions of his own strength - you just didn’t know how far he would take it.

After you were sure the bleeding had started to slow down, you pulled away carefully to inspect the rather deep cut strewn across one of his pectorals. You sighed heavily, gaze sliding up to Itto. His head was turned away, a small pout on his lips. You were sure he would’ve had his arms folded over his chest, if it wasn’t for the fresh gash there that was preventing him from moving too much.

“Idiot…” You mumbled half-heartedly, affection lacing your words to soften the blow of the playful insult. It still did nothing for the giant in front of you, who seemed to have a scandalised look on his face from what you had just said.

“Come on, don’t you think that’s kinda harsh?”

“I don’t think it’s harsh enough.” You huffed, reaching towards the roll of bandages. “Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?” You asked, only hearing a grumble in response. “Hm?”

“Uh…”

“Itto.” He flinched at the stern tone in your voice, but refused to meet your eyes.

“Kinda?”

Another deep, irritated sigh slipped out of your parted lips. “Show me.”

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze nervously shifting between his closed fist and your unimpressed expression, before slowly opening his hand. The middle of his palm had been sliced open, and it took you a few seconds to realise why.

Only an hour ago, the two of you had been walking along the shore line. He had convinced you the largest beetles were found in the sand, and you didn’t have the heart to refuse when he looked so excited. He almost reminded you of an overgrown puppy, easily entertained by chasing his own tail - if the tail were you, of course. What you weren’t expecting when you were down there was a group of treasure hoarders. Why they decided to try to start a fight with a powerful Oni, you weren’t sure. What you were sure of was that you would not be having the planned peaceful bug-hunting afternoon the both of you wanted.

The blade had come crashing down too quickly for you to realise what was happening, but not your companion. Before you could react, he had already caught the sword in his bare palm, no doubt having his skin slashed painfully in the process. If only you had stopped to notice what was going on, but who could blame you when you were busy fighting off your own foes? It’s not like you were useless, just simply overpowered by the crowd. Without Itto, things could’ve ended a lot worse.

“I know what you’re about to say, but it’s not like I was going to let you get hit like that!“ He was already defending himself, knowing from the way your brows furrowed that you weren’t exactly thrilled with looking at this newly discovered injury.

“There were so many other ways to protect me rather than grabbing the damn sword…”

The man in front of you exclaimed in surprise before letting out a defeated groan.

“I wasn’t thinking-“

“You never do…”

“Hey!” All you did was look at him with the same monotone look you had been giving him ever since you both managed to escape from the fight. Even so, he continued with a huff.

“I just saw a thing that would hurt you, grabbed it- You should be thanking me! You got saved by ‘the one and Oni, numero uno Itto’! Anyone else would be honoured to be in your position!”

Silence, followed by a disinterested hum from you. He felt downright insulted by the lack of enthusiasm from you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care much for that at the moment - he needed treatment or it was going to get infected. Carefully, you lifted the rag that had been soaking in the bucket of water next to you, before placing it onto his palm as gently as you could.

“Thanks…” You mumbled, focused on cleaning the blood away so you could truly assess the damage.

“It’s not like I was going to let someone I love go down like tha- OW!”

In your shock from his words, you had accidentally pressed down hard on his wound, which caused him to flinch away.

“Come on, I know you’re mad at me but you don’t have to do that!”

“You love me?” Even you were surprised by how quiet and shocked you sounded, eyes so wide they took up half of your face.

“Oh- Uh… Heh…” ‘Numero uno, never one to shut up-o’ Itto stumbled over his words, a nervous chuckle bubbling in the back of his throat.

“Well… Y’know… I didn’t mean to say that, but yeah I love you. Wasn’t it obvious?”

Right then and there, your stony face facade crumbled and you burst out into a giddy grin, unable to contain your joy. The Oni blinked, a bit surprised by your sudden jump in mood.

“Can you say it properly then?” Hesitantly, you asked, leaning in closer to his face. He was taken back, but he managed to calm the thundering thumping of his heart to respond to you.

“I love you.” His lips were so close to yours, your noses almost touching. If only you could lean on just a bit further…

But suddenly, he pulled away with a childish whine. “But please fix my hand, it’s really starting to hurt now…”

And in that moment, you had to ask yourself;

Why had you decided to fall for this man again?

[genshin-impact-writings]

Hello again, sorry again about that, I'm here to reorder with the proper character:

Can I please get a-

Small Matcha tea with Cinnamon syrup and Chocolate sprinkles

With some taundere anemo hubby(Xiao) x a reader who can't sleep

Hey there, dear! Thank you for your request, the combination of prompts was really cute and I enjoyed writing for Xiao again, so I hope you like what I came up with. Please enjoy your drink: a small matcha tea with cinnamon syrup and chocolate sprinkles on top.

(Reblogs are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: fluff, domestic fluff, “Come to bed, love. You look tired.”, “I’m so happy when I’m with you.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

Under the stars – Xiao x gn!reader

The night was mild and quiet, a cloudless, starry sky spanning over Dihua Marsh. From where you were standing on the balcony, you could see the rough outlines of Jueyun Karst in the distance, its silhouette almost glooming in the bright light of the moon. The hustle and bustle of Wangshu Inn’s daily business had settled down; only Verr Goldet and her husband were still awake, quietly chatting about the events of the day downstairs.

A gentle breeze ruffled your hair, and you closed your eyes for a few seconds as you indulged in the peaceful atmosphere around you.

It was rare that you got to experience moments like this. As Verr Goldet’s personal assistant, you were always busy, either with helping her with the paperwork, setting up the guest rooms or fetching ingredients for Yanxiao. You had lost count on how often your boss had told you to take things a bit easier. “You need to take a break sometimes,” she often said, shaking her head at your restless behavior. “It’s not helping anyone if you pass out from exhaustion.”

She was right, you knew that but it didn’t change the fact that you simply couldn’t fall asleep at night if you didn’t burn of all your energy throughout the day. It was almost like a mental block that you couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard you tried. And you were so tired of tossing and turning around for hours, so it wasn’t unusual that you came out here to calm your racing thoughts.

With a quiet sigh, you leaned forward to rest your elbows on the balcony rail before propping your head up on your heads. During this time of the night, even the Hilichurl Camps around Dihua Marsh were quiet. The only sounds came from an owl in the distance and the soft drawl of the water that surrounded Wangshu Inn.

“I’d ask what you’re doing out here in the middle of the night if I didn’t know the answer already.”

Startled, you opened your eyes and turned around to glare at the unexpected intruder. “You just scared me to death, I hope you know that.”

Xiao – because who else could approach you in the middle of the night without even making a sound – chuckled quietly, a rare sound that made you forget that you wanted to be angry because he startled you. “My apologies.”

“Liar,” you contradicted him softly and brought your attention back to the beautiful night sky. “You’re not sorry at all. You enjoy sneaking up on me like that.”

“True,” he agreed light-heartedly while he positioned himself next to you. Following your gaze upwards, he added, “But that’s not why I’m here. Verr Goldet told me that she heard you wandering around and I got worried. It’s late, (Y/N), you should be asleep.”

Keeping silent, you shrugged but your lips curled into a tender smile as you leaned against Xiao. He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m being serious,” he said. “You don’t get enough rest these days.”

“It’s not like I’m not trying,” you replied with a sigh. “But I can’t sleep, Xiao. I lie awake and stare at the ceiling for hours and it’s so annoying. I can’t-“

Xiao pulled you closed to him and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “I know.”

For a few moments, the two of you stood there in comfortable silence, dwelling on your own thoughts while you snuggled up to him, indulging in his presence and the comforting warmth that radiated off his skin.

“Xiao,” you whispered after a while, and when he hummed in response, you continued, “This is going to sound so cheesy but I wanted to tell you that for quite a while now, and I think now is the perfect moment and-“ You paused and shook your head when you realized that your words probably didn’t make any sense to him. “What I’m trying to say is… thank you for being by my side. I’m so happy when I’m with you and I don’t know what I’d do without you, honestly.”

He clicked his tongue, purposely turning his head away to hide the rosy blush that spread on his cheeks. “Tss.”

You bit your bottom lip, trying to fight back the urge to laugh at his behavior. He always reacted like this when you complimented him, told him how much he meant to you or simply thanked him for being by your side, no matter what happened. It was cute, really, especially since you knew him well enough to know that your words always made his heart flutter, even though he tried his best to act unfazed and a bit annoyed, even.

You leaned in and pecked his cheek. “It’s true, though.”

“Whatever,” Xiao grumbled. Then, silence fell between the two of you once again. You closed your eyes, letting his quiet, steady breathing calm you down while your racing thoughts slowly came to a halt. All you could think about now was the warmth of Xiao’s hug and the way he never failed to make you feel completely safe and loved.

“Come to bed, love,” he said quietly, his lips brushing over your temple ever so slightly as he spoke. “You look tired.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the pet name and the tender tone of his voice, especially since he usually almost exclusively called you by your given name. But every now and then, he called you ‘love’, and it made you melt every time. And you also couldn’t say No to him when he spoke to you like that, so you sighed and said, “Only if you promise to stay with me the entire night. No disappearing, no excuses.”

When he didn’t reply immediately, you knew that he probably rolled his eyes at your request but as long as he would agree, you didn’t care.

“Fine,” he eventually huffed and grabbed your hand to drag you to your bedroom. “But if you drool all over me again I will shove you out of your bed, I swear.”

You laughed. “Sounds fair.”

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It’s a Deal -Ch. 13

Chapter Summary: Old memories come back to you. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3k

Warnings: angsty internal thoughts, no Bucky this chapter.  

A/N: Here it is. I’m sorry I ended up not reblogging all the comments on last chapter before I post this one, but I’ve read and cherish them all, please don’t doubt that. Thank you, incredible Suz, @bucky-the-thigh-slayer you’re a Queen around here. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated.

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You bet that if you told anyone about the scene playing out in your apartment right now, people would scoff their asses off at your face: Saturday afternoon, your living room, the Leader of the Avengers Tech Team, the Director of SHIELD – probably the most powerful organization in the world- and one of the scariest, if not the scariest spy to ever walk on earth. All three of you sitting on your carpet, barefeet, wearing tops and tiny shorts due the heat brought by the bright sun slipping through your windows. A big bowl of popcorn in the center and innumerous chocolate bars everywhere. 

Those afternoons with the three of you are a rare event. First, you had your relationship with Eddie to blame, but now it’s mainly due to your work schedules that almost never are in sync, but whenever there’s an opportunity, there you are.

Your phone's message alerts ringing together bursts into the conversation and the three of you grab your devices simultaneously. You were dreading to see what it was, sure it was something from work, but a huge smile widens in your lips at what you see on your screen.

“Jesus…” Nat says, while, laughing, you three turn the screens to one another, confirming you have received the same message. “Bucky’s a lost cause with that cat. That’s the millionth picture I received of her this week. And she’s always doing something extremely exciting like… sleeping.” She rolls her eyes.

“But we have to admit that little asshole is kinda cute,” Sharon comments looking back at her screen and the picture of the, indeed, sleeping cat.

“She is, right?” You agree, with a huge smile on your face. You and Alpine may have had a somewhat rough start, but you can’t help but admit she’s an adorable little jerk who’s just very protective of her human.

“By the way,” Natasha smirks at you, putting her phone back on her pocket, “I had no idea that was what he meant when he said he would romance the shit out of you.”

“It suits perfectly, though,” Sharon comments, shaking her head and laughing with her.

“It does. Shame on me, I should’ve known better.” Nat agrees.  

“He said that?” You ask with peaked interest you try to disguise in the quietness of your tone while you bite the corner of your lips.

The curiosity in the information doesn’t go unnoticed by them, who just snicker at each other. You decide to ignore that.

“The dude is smitten, Y/N, wake the fuck up.” Natasha not so gently throws a popcorn right on your face.

“Hey,” you whine.

“And so is she, giving that little dreamy look on her face. Wake the fuck up indeed.” Sharon sides with Nat with a huff.

“I’ve created two monsters…” Nat comments like you weren’t even in the room, referring to the fact she is the one who brought you two together.

“It’s not like that…” You barge in their little interaction, catching their attention, before folding your legs up and holding your knees, “I mean… yeah, of course… I can’t help having feelings for Bucky, I mean… he’s…” you pause, searching for the right words to describe him, “He’s Bucky.” You shrug… a small smile curling your lips, “He’s Bucky…” you repeat with a sigh while your gaze wanders away…

It’s just you don’t really need anything else to justify why it’s so inevitable to grow feelings for him and your friends catch on to what you mean, because when you look back at them, they both have stupid and dreamily little looks at you… ones that don’t fit to a couple of spies. 

You clear your throat, letting your initial line of thoughts come back to you, “But it’s not that simple… There’s…’ you falter.

“There’s what?” Nat insists, in a kind way.

But “Who” was the more proper pronoun.

“Eddie…” You whisper.

“Argh…” Sharon groans, tilting her face to her side before, looking back at you, “What about Eddie?”

It was just yesterday that you had your little “encounter” with Bucky. You know it was no coincidence he was there, the little shit must’ve tracked you down… but you couldn’t make yourself care about that when it was so amazing… incredible… Not only the fact that he went down on you in such a shameless way and gave you a mind-blowing orgasm, like he always does. It was also the way he spoke to you…his attitude… not really imposing himself… encouraging you to have fun with your friends… no sign of jealousy. It made you feel special and free and… loved. Really loved for who you are and not for who you make yourself to be to please and that is a tremendously powerful feeling.

Still… you have mixed feelings about it all and Eddie is the reason. Being there with him felt familiar and comfortable, but, in some way different… better than before. It makes you think that he really is engaged into finding not just a way back to you, but also a way to make your relationship work and it certainly weighs over your heart.

You tell your friends all of that.

“Did Eddie notice anything?” Nat asks, reaching over for some popcorn.

“I don’t know,” you answer, “He wasn’t at the table when I returned, but he came back shortly, my friends were still talking about it, but we changed to subject once we saw him. The girls didn’t comment anything again, and he acted normal… I guess he didn’t.” You shrug, starting to bite on your nails.

There’s an annoying little feeling rising in you since the night before and, thinking over it, you recognize it as guilt. Guilt for doing that with Bucky while Eddie was there in Club, guilt for not being bothered by Bucky’s presence, while, at least initially, you were bothered by Eddie’s, guilty for enjoying that Bucky was the one who actively made a move when Eddie didn’t, for missing him more than you missed Eddie, for feeling more positively about his change of mind than Eddie’s, for wanting Bucky more…

Guilt because you know you’re falling for him. For Bucky. And there’s little you can do to stop it.

“What is it?” Sharon asks, tightening her lips and nodding at where you’re chewing your nails.

You promptly stop, bringing your hands to around your knees again, “I guess I wasn’t expecting either of them there.” You decide not to share your most recent thoughts with them.

“You know why both of them were there. It was definitely not a coincidence.” Nat reminds you.

“I know… but it's ok, they were polite...” You brush it off but add, quickly, fighting back a smile at the memories that flashes in your mind, “In their own way.”

“Polite? Even when Bucky had his face up your pussy?” Sharon teases, not letting that one go, and making you give in and let out a laugh while you hide your face with your hands for a moment.

“I was pretty excited to find out he was there, actually,” you admit and their faces light up, which you assume is prompted by your own expression. “It was a thrilling sensation… I can’t quite explain.”

“He really is in love with you…Bucky…” Nat tightens her lips and tilts her head.

You sigh, looking back at her, “I know…” You admit.

They both keep waiting for you to say something else but you don’t know what you could say. No… as a matter of fact, you do. You’re just not ready to put your thoughts out in the world. At first, you had your doubts if what Bucky was feeling was really that deep… but now… something has changed. You believe him. You really do. And you know you’re falling for him, too, but…

Eddie was the one you wanted for so long… you’ve made so many plans with him… Long term plans. You used to see yourself growing old with him and that’s an image that still somehow haunts your feelings. And now… the fact that guilt surrounds the feelings arising for Bucky inside you makes you feel like a cheater. You didn’t feel that when it was just sex, but now you do. And you’re damn scared.

What if you surrender to your feelings now and go to Bucky and then comes a day you’ll realize that you were wrong and Eddie will still be the one you really want? You wanted him for so long… can that really have changed? How can one let go of that feeling, that certainty of being right for each other, without being afraid of doing the wrong thing? And if that happens, if you do the wrong thing now, you will eventually hurt Bucky and that’s definitely the last thing you want.

That’s fucked up and you know it. But it’s what you’re feeling.

You keep it to yourself, though.  

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It’s a few hours after the girls left your place, you take a refreshing and long bath and are about to put on a movie to relax a bit more for the rest of the evening. Maybe that way you can put your thoughts and feelings in order.

That duality of emotions is crushing your mind. You wanted some time alone and you had that… now, you can’t help the feeling that you need to come to a decision, a conclusion of some sort, you just can’t keep pushing it further. For better or for worse. Or you will lose your mind soon.

A comfort movie is in order for all the thinking you need to do, so you set “The Prisoner of Azkaban” on your TV before you head to the kitchen. You’re still pretty full of all the junk food the three of you made a feast of the whole afternoon, so you decide to prepare just an old recipe of peach iced tea your mom has taught you. Perfect for the hot weather, too.

You’ve just added the ice in the jar when your intercom rings. You frown wondering who could that be and check your phone for any missed calls or messages, finding none before answering the intercom.

“Yeah? Oh… no, yeah, sure, come up.” You press the button to let him in. Your heart beats just slightly faster, wondering what could he possibly be doing there.

“Hi,” he greets, once you open the door after he pressed the ringer.

“Hi,” you answer, and without even thinking, just keep staring at him, blocking his way into your apartment while he stands at your door, holding a big box in his hands.

“Can I come in?” He asks, when you say nothing else.  

“Oh, yeah, of course, sorry.” You step aside, allowing Eddie to walk into your living room with a tight smile on his lips.  

“Please,” you gesture towards your sofa and he nods, walking with you over there, “I was about to pour me some iced tea, would you like some?” You offer, tentativeness still present in your tone, while the big box secured in his hands grasps your attention for a second.   

“Your mom’s recipe?” He asks, his whole face lightening up as he takes his seat.

You chuckle and nod.

“Oh, hell yeah, then.”

You take just a little longer than you actually need to fix the tea for the two of you in the kitchen. For some reason, his presence, after the night before, what you did with Bucky and after you coming to terms that you are, indeed, growing feelings for the other guy… it just unsettles you.

After taking a deep breath or two, you come back to the living room. Some small conversation ensues while you take a seat by his side and you two drink from the tea you’ve just prepared.

“Ahm…What’s that?” At some point you give in to the curiosity and nod towards the box now on your center table.

He smiles, before placing his cup on your table and taking the box in his hands. He shifts on the sofa, making room for placing it on one of the cushions between the two of you. “I was taking a look at it at home earlier, it just… I couldn’t help myself… and decided to come by to show you.”

When he opens the lid, placing it aside, you take in the contents, which makes your heart beat a bit funny at the surprise. You recognize pictures of the two of you, letters, a few souvenirs… All of them represent a memory of your relationship.   

“Oh…” you say. You know all that stuff had been stashed in some place, but you never knew he had taken them with him once he moved out.

“Yeah…” Eddie brushes the back of his neck, peering at you from beneath his lashes, “I guess I really wasn’t that confident about my decision when I left…” he shrugs, looking down at the box again, “I just couldn’t leave it behind.”

You give him a tightened and brief smile, before placing your teacup on the table and starting to fumble through the items inside the box. You let out a breathy laugh when you find a picture of the day you two have met… he had founded a study group on advanced software creating techniques and you were the only one to show up.

“Oh my God…” you laugh.

“Yeah… what a couple of nerds,” Eddie chuckles, looking at the picture.

He helps you through the shuffling when you go through some more pictures from college, his family, your family… the day you two closed the deal to buy the apartment… the letter you received when you were both accepted in the Avengers tech team…

You feel the tears gathering in your eyes before they start silently rolling down your cheeks… It’s a weird sensation, it’s like meeting with an old part of yourself, an old friend. One that has never really left, but you almost don’t recognize anymore… leading to a nostalgic and longing feeling.

They’re all good memories stashed on that box… of course… you guess no one is really keen to proposedly keep a souvenir from the bad ones… but that’s not on what your focus lays right now.  Your attention is caught by a particular thing from the box. A small gasp escapes your lungs at the sight.

You look up at Eddie, whose eyes have been intensely trained on you, before you grab the object in your hands.

It’s a scrapbook you two have made through college years. While you silently and carefully go through the pages your life passes in front of your eyes. Movie and concert tickets… more pictures… a few drawings… software ideas you had together… little notes you’ve written to each other… and then, on the very last couple of pages, there they are.

You remember them. The day you two decided to write a letter to each other, telling how you wanted your future to be.

You roam your fingers through the frayed papers… you don’t have to read them again to know what’s there. You remember. Without knowing, in the end you two had written the exact same thing in both letters… among other small stuff, you two wrote you wanted a kick ass job, live in the city in an apartment of your own… and stay together forever.

Your watery gaze follows when Eddie slides down to the floor and kneels before you, taking your hands in his, “I meant every word then and I still do,” he says, softly, staring deeply into your eyes, “I can’t see my future without you… I just can’t.” He shakes his head, before it drops.

You see how his lips twist before he looks up at you again, with a saddened look on his face, “I know how that guy makes you feel…”

Your body freezes just as your heart does and you feel the precise moment when it splits in two. That heavy sensation comes back to your chest when the image of Bucky pops into your mind and suddenly there are two lives running before your eyes. One there, with Eddie, with everything you've ever dreamed of… the other running straight into Bucky's arms and leaving all of that behind.

And you know there's only one right for you.

You're brought back to reality by the sound of Eddie's voice.

 “I- I know about what happened last night, I, ahm, I’ve heard the girls…” he stammers but holds his hold on your hands when you shift on your seat and he senses your discomfort. “No… it’s ok. “I know it’s new… it’s exciting…” he continues, nodding and hastily licking his lips, “And you deserve to explore that. You do… it’s ok.” He puts on a small smile, “But I want you to know that I’m here. I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for us… for our future. No matter how long it takes. How much fun you need to have with that guy before you realize what I already know.” He smiles wider, “Because I know you and I are it. We’ve always been it.”

You’re frowning while looking down at him. His words making their way into your senses.  

You free one hand of his secured hold to reach over and cup his smiling face.

He leans into your touch.

You make a decision. 

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“it’s you, it’s always been you”

pairing: jean kirchstein x female reader

cw: mentions of blood, fluff

word count: ​1500+

a/n: thank you so much my lovely, and i hope you enjoyed this little oneshot

summary: in which after your own near death experience, jean realises that he needs you to know just how much he loves you

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His fingers stayed firm in your blood coated hair, the way you were going in and out of consciousness. Waiting for death to arrive and take you away from the hell hole of the walls, “Y/n, come on, stay with me.” Jean’s voice felt like a distant memory as you finally dozed off in the back of the cart.

Jean eyed your frail body, you had been hit by a titan, plummeting you into the ground, just as it was about to eat you. Jean had killed it but the way it had held your nimble body, the way it squeezed you its hands ready to devour you made Jean sick. If he had been a couple seconds late you’d be fine, his love, his crush, his friend would disappear without a trace. Jean held you in his arms, feeling how you were still breathing on top of him. Blood from your head spilled out, and he knew you’d need stitches to help you out.

If it wasn’t such a public space with Eren and Mikasa sitting on the other side and Armin and Levi on horses. He would have cried, sobbed even into you, he wanted to but the feeling you’d see him vulnerable at the sight of your limp state would make you worry even more. “Jean is she doing okay?” Armin questioned from his horse, holding the light up to get a better view of you across Jean’s legs.

“She’s still breathing, just o…out.” He choked up at the last word, Armin gave a soft smile knowing not to ask anymore questions. Levi looked sternly at how Jean held you, how you had moved your horse to get the titan to follow you instead of your captain. You were a stupid brat for doing that, knowing he was going to have give you some sort of punishment for your ill actions.

Jean kept you firm, your head nestled between his arms as he whispered stuff into your ear, “If…if this is the only time I get to say this Y/n, then I love you and if…if I ever lost you I don’t know what I’d do.” He continued on with his confession of love, glad you were unaware of it all. Glad that once you got the proper help you needed within the walls you’d never remember this conversation.

Jean watched the doors open to Trost, in a matter of seconds a medic came and took your limp body, if Jean hadn’t known you were breathing he'd assume you were just another corpse ready to be buried. He went to follow the medic, needing to make sure you were safe, but Levi stopped him in a matter of seconds. “She’ll be fine, and we need to re-group.”

“But…yes sir.” Jean easily saw the glare Levi had given as he followed the group, he turned back to just see the glimpse of your scathed leg before you were taken away to a bed.

How could he attend a meeting to regroup and talk about the latest expedition when all he could think about was you. Were you being treated okay? Was there any damage? How long would you be immobilised for? He had stopped paying attention to the meeting, instead staring at the door, as soon as Hanje gave the signal he was going. He was going to find you, okay, with nothing wrong except a little bruising.

He’d see that sweet smile you’d give him with a coy remark, and he’d fall even more head over heels for you. Jean looked at the door with such intensity, Armin had noticed nudging him softly after Hanje had asked a question directed to him. “Sorry, what did you say?” He tried to be apologetic, but his mind was somewhere else.

“Jean we know you want to see her.” Hanje tried to give him a reassuring look as they looked at him with pleading eyes to explain what happened. He tried to do so but his mind couldn’t let him speak, Hanje gave a nod before dismissing him, “go and check on her.”

It was all Jean needed to hear as he ran out of the room, he needed to see you. Needed you to be okay, he rounded the corner meeting the eyes of the civilians of Trost who surrounded the dead. Jean hadn’t realised just how many men had died on this expedition; how many had risked their lives to rid the area of titans for good. It may have been a success after years of trying to gain land back, but the ability to now see the sea freely was evident.

He ignored the passer-bys, tears staining their cheeks as he saw the medic who had handled you with a mother. “Excuse me.” Jean may have been in a rush, but the medic clearly wasn’t, ignoring him, which made Jean even more annoyed. “Hello.” He tapped the man's shoulder which made him turn around to meet the tall boy.

“That girl you took, where is she?” The medic gave a confused look before nodding and bringing some papers out.

“She’s in the next room over.” Jean nodded and before the medic could even ask who he was, Jean was gone. He had seen the tortures of death around him, the families that cried for the fallen soldiers. He finally met the door that held you, he needed to see you, needed you to be alright. Needed to confess, he needed to make sure you were loved and protected.

He didn’t bother knocking on the door, instead brashly entering. He saw you face away looking out at the blue sky of Trost. With land regained and the lack of titans, Jean thought of the security you both could have here. “Y/n.” He spoke hesitantly.

You didn’t turn around still looking outside, he saw the bandage around your head. He didn’t know what to say, your back was facing him, and you might have been asleep for all he knew. Jean moved closer to you, before moving in front of your body. He took the seat that sat in front of your sleeping body, he could hear your breathing and knew you hadn’t had any critical damage. It was now the minor damage that worried him more.

“J..Jean.” You softly whispered, his hand had moved instinctively towards your hair, moving the strands away from your face as he looked at you with love.

“I’m here.” He cupped your face gently looking down at you as he moved away from the chair and on his knees. His face close enough to feel your breathing against him, “Y/n.”

“I’m sorry…I should’ve been looking whe…” Tears welled your eyes at how Jean looked at you, the way he had never expected an apology.

He caressed your face soothingly, “there’s nothing to apologise for, you tried to protect us all, I should be the one apologising…I only just made it to you.”

You moved your face further into Jean’s hands, he tilted his head to see you properly leaning against the small bed. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I’m always going to protect you.” He knew you had no minor problems, the bleeding stopped as you looked fresh and rejuvenated. “I was so worried about you.

“You were?”

“I was, I have to protect you because I’m in love with you.” He whispered the last part out, you had heard it all, even after he had promised himself to hide the confession. Here he was confessing to you of his love.

“I always thought you liked Mika…” He interrupts you with such ease.

Looking up into your eyes, the pools of warmth cascading from them, “It’s you, it’s always been you.” It was heaven to your ears, the sound of his love finally reaching your own. The way he always protectively stood by you, how his hand lingered against yours whenever you both stood together. The way that the love of your life, loved you back.

“I love you too Jean.” You whispered softly, meeting his lips that had been lingering against your own, it was passionate and sweet. Everything you had wanted from a first kiss; emotions ran through you as his hand caressed your cheek lovingly. His lips softly against your own as if they meshed together perfectly. It was a necessity more than a want now, the fact that the boy who had been your first love was now kissing you sent a bolt of electricity throughout you. You saw him give one final haste kiss before his mouth let go of your own still lingering close by as he knew you needed rest.

He stayed near you, his body leaning against the bed as his head was on the bed, his hand in one of your own as he looked up at you with such love. “I’ll always be here.”

“Pinkie promise.” You whispered through your tired state.

He looked down, shaking his head in amusement before nodding, “pinkie promise my love.”

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