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[loving-barnes]

LOGAN HOWLETT - NEED

A/N: CHAPTER TEN is here! I'm sorry it took me so long. I just had a lot on my plate. Enjoy!

Pairing: Logan Howlett x mutant female reader

Warning: I have decided to not give any warnings. Please remember this story is 18+.

Summary: Things move forward between Logan and Y/N.

Please, do not read if you are under 18. This story is suitable for mature audience. MINORS DNI!

Words: 4300+

Important note: Again, Logan is a tall MF, because they fucked up in the movies. Also, Hugh Jackman!Wolverine. This is set in AU.

A TOUCH OF HOPE MASTERLIST | Chapter Nine

LOGAN HOWLETT - NEED

Jean stood next to a hospital bed, looking down at unconscious Y/N. She had a chart in her hands, checking the data she collected the past three days. Three days - that’s how long Y/N was out of the present. 

Logan didn’t want to leave her side once they removed the collar from his neck. The wounds immediately healed, and he became a new person. Jean managed to send Logan away. He insisted on staying by Y/N’s side until she’d open her eyes. Luckily, Jean persuaded him quickly. Even Storm wanted to remain by her side all the time. The friendship between her and Y/N blossomed fast. 

When Storm arrived with the rest of the team, she was horrified when she found Logan wounded and weak next to an unconscious body. There was a slight fear Logan wouldn’t be able to heal from the wounds. When Hank and Jean freed Logan from the collar, the healing happened quickly. No one would tell he was fighting for his life hours ago. 

Jean enjoyed the silence in the medical room. The only thing she heard was the beeping sound of a heart monitor. 

The door to the room opened. Charles wheeled in, followed by Hank, Logan and Storm. Before anyone could ask anything, Jean gave them an answer. “No change. She’s stable, well, but still out.” 

Charles was the first to approach the bed. His hands caressed Y/N’s exposed forearm, where he kept staring at the lightly radiating skin. It was fascinating. Charles didn’t have an exact answer for that. All they knew was that it had to do something with her mutation. 

“You said it happened before?” The question was for Logan. 

“Yes. It was the day we saved the boy and came back here. I noticed her eyes glowing.” 

Charles thought about it. “Mutations can evolve. It is one thing you get to master your powers and manipulate them. In some cases, more abilities can be developed. I think this could be the case. Y/N’s mutation is evolving. I believe ner powers will rise to the surface very soon.” 

“So, what? You will test her like a lab rat,” Logan scoffed, not fond of the idea. “Hadn’t she had enough of that?” 

“I’m not saying we will test on her. That will only happen if she’d want to,” Charles said. “We have to wait until she awakes. It can be minutes, hours, or even days. Her mind is locked. I can’t get inside, no matter how much I try.”

“You said she created a force field around the whole school,” Storm looked at Logan. “Her energy got drained to the last bit. No wonder she’s been out for three days now. She’s never done anything like that before. She could have died.” 

Jean approached the woman on the bed. She grabbed her hand, scanning the skin. “Why has this been happening for three days?” 

“I forgot to mention one thing,” Logan cleared his throat. He crossed his arms over his chest. It got everyone’s attention. “The leader of the Trask unit that came to school was Y/N’s mother.” 

“What?” they all said in unison. All eyes were on him.

Logan nodded. “After the accident with Y/N’s sister, her mother joined Trask Industries. She wanted revenge for her lost child. Turns out, she became a respected, high-ranked person there.” 

There was silence. The information about Y/N’s mother was shocking. “That is a plot twist,” Storm commented. 

“Y/N didn’t know about it, just to clarify,” Logan added strictly. 

“She had her eyes on me since I escaped the lab in Salem,” said Y/N’s voice from the bed. 

They all turned to the voice. Logan was the first by her side, staring at her face. Her eyes were open a crack. She was getting used to the light. Y/N blinked a few times before her eyes moved to look at Logan. He saw that her irises were glowing like the colours of the force field - silvery and blue. When she blinked again a few times, they turned back to normal. 

“JJ was a trap,” she continued. “It gave away my location.  Because of me, the children were in danger. Everything that happened was my fault.” 

“No,” Storm walked to her from the other side. She grabbed Y/N’s hand. “You couldn’t know that would happen. All you wanted was to save the boy. And you did it. How could you know it was a trap? Also, you protected the whole school. The building is standing still because of you.” 

A yawn escaped Y/N’s lips. “Is everyone okay?” 

“Yes,” Jean nodded. She had a gentle smile on her face. “They are all back in school. Colossus took them away just in time. The building is standing, and it is all thanks to you.” 

“Good,” Y/N closed her eyes. “I’m glad no one got hurt.” 

Charles opened his mouth, ready to ask a question. Quickly, he shut it, dismissing what he wanted to ask. “We’ll talk later. Rest,” he suggested. 

As they walked away, Y/N opened her eyes and found Logan staring at her. His face was filled with worry. She winked at him. It was a sign to stay. Everyone left while he remained by her bed. The door closed. They were officially alone. 

Slowly, she pushed her body up until she was sitting. She stretched her arms. Logan got closer to the bed. Her eyes traced over his body. She realised he wore a simple black T-shirt that perfectly showed his muscles. Her mouth opened, almost dropping down on her lap. Damn. There was an urge to touch his stomach, to feel the abs underneath her touch. She clenched the bedsheet tightly.

“How are you feeling?” Logan’s voice brought her back to reality. 

Y/N gulped. “Tired,” she replied. “It might be because I’ve been out for… how long?” 

“Three days.” 

“That long? Shit,” she shook her head in disbelief. Y/N moved her body. She sat at the edge of the bed, legs hanging in the air. “How are you? What did I miss?” 

“A stamp of approval from Scott,” Logan laughed when he said that. “And I’m fine.”

Y/N’s mouth dropped. “Wow, I was expecting everything but that. Wait ‘til he hears about my mother being a part of Trask Industries. He will hate my guts once again. If not more.” 

Logan’s eyes took in every detail of Y/N’s face. She had an amused smile on her face. Her eyes were shining with her natural colour. Her hair was all messy and tangled. And yet, she was the perfect thing he ever saw. Logan couldn’t believe he was able to kiss her that night. That dammed night when they were attacked. 

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Y/N noticed it. She took a deep breath, trying to prepare herself for what was about to come. She could feel it in the air. It got thicker and heavier with lust and something beautiful. She didn’t have the time to whisper his name. Logan’s lips found hers in a feverish kiss. One hand grabbed her by the neck to pull her body as close to his as possible. He had to lean down to reach for her lips. 

Y/N’s left hand was feeling the hard abs on his abdomen. The other hand pressed against his cheek. She could feel the beard scratching the skin of her palm. How come he was so hot with that mutton chops beard? He could pull it off.

Logan broke the kiss. He sighed, annoyed. Y/N raised a brow. It was a silent question. She wanted to know why he stopped. “You’ll have a visitor in a few seconds.” 

“Ah,” she chuckled. Y/N found it amusing. Logan was visibly unhappy someone had to interrupt them again. On the other hand, she admired his advanced hearing. No one needed to know something was happening between them. It was too soon to show. The first thing they needed to do was to talk about it and define what this thing was between them.

As he stepped back, the door opened. Kitty walked in with Jerome by her side. Y/N’s eyes lit up when she saw him. “Hi, JJ!” A smile spread across her face. 

“He wanted to see you,” Kitty said when they approached the bed. “He heard us when we talked in the hallway. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is,” Y/N nodded quickly. Her eyes trailed to Logan. He had his arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the child. Y/N wanted to laugh at him. It was funny he was jealous of a kid. When JJ sat on the bed next to her, she patted his head.

“Are you feeling okay?” JJ asked her. “I’ve heard what happened. Everyone knows what happened. You saved the school!” 

Y/N blinked a few times. She didn’t know what to say to that. “Yeah, she did,” Logan stepped in. “She got to warn us before the attackers came.”

“That’s badass,” Jerome said excitedly. “How did you know about it? Do you have a new mutation? My friends asked about you,” he kept talking fast. “You are like a celebrity among the students. You are a hero,” he explained. 

“Oh,” Y/N was not pleased with that information. She didn’t want to be a hero. “There are better heroes out there. Look at Professor Xavier or Storm, Kitty… they are the real heroes here. I just did what was necessary.”

“I wish I could see it,” JJ sighed, upset that he wasn’t there. Colossus took him and the children to a safe place before the soldiers marched in. 

“I’m glad you managed to get to a safe place with Colossus,” Y/N dishevelled his hair. 

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Kitty used the silence to ask her. 

“Tired,” she gave her the same answer as she had said to Logan. “Thanks for bringing JJ here. At least I know he’s well,” and she pressed a gentle kiss on top of the boy’s head. He slowly became the little brother she never had.

When Kitty took Jerome away, Logan was relieved to be alone with Y/N again. This time, he sat next to her on the bed. His hand found the back of her neck. He started to massage it. Y/N’s eyes closed. She almost purred. A moan escaped her mouth. Logan’s eyes widened at that sound, and he grinned. “That was a pretty sound. You should make more.” 

She glared at him. “Dirty mind.” 

When he stopped, he leaned closer. “Let me take you back to your room,” he whispered. He kept breathing in Y/N’s scent.

“Again, dirty mind,” she chuckled. 

Logan pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You are the one with a dirty mind. I didn’t mean it like that, princess.” 

Y/N watched as he got closer, wanting to kiss her again. She pressed an index finger to his lips, stopping him. “I need to do one more thing before we leave,” she said, staring into his eyes. She reached for one of his hands and brushed her fingers against his knuckles. “Scratch me with your claws.” 

Logan raised his brows, pushing away a little. “What?” 

“Please, do it,” she begged. “I need you to scratch me with them. You’ll see why.” 

“No,” he shook his head and pulled away from her. His eyes focused on the floor, frowning. “I’m not going to hurt you.” 

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You will not hurt me, I promise you. I need to see something. Either you will scratch me with a claw, or I will find a knife and do it myself.” 

He growled like a wolf. When Logan clenched a fist, one of the claws slowly came out under his skin. He then turned his body to her. Y/N prepared her forearm. Before he could change his mind, Logan cut into her skin, making her bleed. A second later, the wound lit up like the colours of her forcefield and started closing in front of their eyes. 

“Shit,” she mumbled. “I didn’t know I could do that. That’s new.” 

“Damn,” Logan sighed. “That explains why we didn’t find any bullet wounds on your body. There was blood but no gashes. You can heal.” 

“I can heal,” she nodded. Y/N buried her face into her hands, sighing loudly. “Holy shit, I can heal. That might explain why I could remain alive all these years in the labs. I know it happened when they attacked us. I remember being shot. I remember the pain. When I looked a few seconds later, the wound wasn’t there. I just needed to be sure that it wasn’t a hallucination.” 

Logan grabbed one of her hands and pressed a soft kiss on top of it. It was a sweet, loving gesture. “Come on, princess. I’ll take you to your room.” 

“Aw, such a gentleman,” she patted his beard-covered cheek playfully. “I should get wounded more. You’ll treat me like a princess every second of my life,” she teased. 

“Very funny.”

They left the lowest level underground. Logan kept her close to him but didn’t touch her. They kept some distance between them in case someone decided to appear out of nowhere. He kept an eye on her in case she would show any sign of weakness. 

The atmosphere changed when they arrived at the main level. The students were walking around the hallways, chatting. None of them were holding books. It meant only one thing - it was already afternoon. 

One by one, they turned their attention to Logan and Y/N. When they found their teachers walking down the hallway, they stopped talking. The attention was now on them. Fingers were being pointed at them, as well as whispers spreading around. 

“That’s her,” someone said. 

“She saved the school.” 

“They protected us.” 

“She teaches English.” 

“I want to be as cool as them.” 

“Miss Y/L/N can make forcefields.”

All Y/N could hear in her mind was freak, weirdo, murderer. You killed her! You killed my baby!

Y/N closed her eyes and stopped walking. The attention was unpleasant. Logan noticed her face. His hand found Y/N’s lower back. It was a gentle gesture. He pressed his fingers lightly against her. Logan kept watching her face. He could see how her breath quickened. “You okay?” he asked. 

Y/N gave him one gentle nod. When she opened her eyes, they started to travel around the place. They captured every single child that was staring at her. Their looks were different. The thoughts that were screaming inside her mind eased. They were barely whispers. Before, she’d feel like the biggest weirdo on the entire planet. Now, the feeling was different. She didn’t want to run away from it. Y/N was aware that she and Logan protected the whole school. 

Y/N continued to walk through the crowd of students. She headed to the stairs with Logan close behind. No one asked a thing. No one wanted to talk to her. Y/N appreciated it all. 

“The kids look up to ya,” Logan said when they climbed all the stairs to the third floor. They stopped in front of Y/N’s room. “They always do when someone becomes a hero,” he made a face. 

“I’m no hero,” she shrugged. It made her feel uncomfortable. “I only did what was necessary.” 

Logan sighed. “You sure you’ll be fine?” 

She leaned against the closed door and smiled. “Yes, I will. Thank you, my knight in shining armour. I shall give you flowers for your bravery,” she bowed to him a little, laughing. 

“Text me if you need me, and I’ll come to you, princess,” he winked at her.

Y/N walked into her room. She closed the door, sighing. Logan left without a kiss. Why was she so upset about it? Rolling her eyes, Y/N walked to the bathroom. She needed to shower the last three unconscious days and a fight where she came face to face with her mother.

. . .

It was ten in the evening. The whole school was silent. The students were in their rooms, already asleep. During school days, they all had to be in their dorms before nine. 

Y/N was inside her room the whole time. After a long hot shower, she changed into fresh clothes. She then fell asleep on her bed for a few hours. Her body was tired. It called for a nap. Now, she was sitting on the bed, finishing a French braid. Y/N could smell the coconut shampoo on her body. Her mind kept wandering to Logan, her mother and back. 

How is it that when something nice was happening, a shit from the past had to appear at the exact moment? Shaking her head, she tied the end of the braid with a rubber band. 

There was a knock on the door. Before Y/N could open her mouth, the door slowly opened. Logan walked in, frowning. When he noticed her sitting on the bed, his face softened.

“What’s with the face?” she asked, grinning. 

He closed the door behind him and approached the bed. “I was worried, okay?” 

Y/N kneeled on the bed, laughing. “Aw, that is so sweet. The big bad Wolverine was worried about me.” Her eyes watched as he took a seat next to her. “I’m sorry for giving you wrinkles. I fell asleep after the shower.” 

Logan huffed, nodding. And then, in a mere second, Logan grabbed her into his arms. One held her by the waist while the other was behind her neck. Their lips connected in a sloppy, passionate kiss. At this point, Y/N wasn’t even surprised by his sudden action. All she could do was think about him - his lips, his touch. Their tongues pressed together, mouths sliding hungrily. They got lost in their passion. 

“I was worried about you,” said Logan when their lips disconnected. “I was going crazy watching you unconscious on that damn bed,” he admitted. “I’d be really pissed if something happened to you.”

Her finger gently stroked the bridge of his nose. “When I saw you with that collar, powerless, I knew I had to do anything to protect you. You became a simple mortal human being. It wasn’t nice to see you all wounded and defeated. I was worried that…”

Logan’s brows raised. “What?” he asked softly. 

“We wouldn’t be able to start whatever it is between us,” she looked away. 

Logan sat on the bed and brought her onto his lap. His hands held her by the hips, gripping them tightly. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts to his chest. “Oh, princess,” he sighed, staring into her eyes. They travelled to her lips. “Good thing we survived. We can now continue where we left off.”

Y/N felt the thrill rushing through her body. However, her face heated up. Suddenly, she was shy. Logan saw it all. One of his hands rested on her cheeks. “Don’t go shy on me now, sweetheart,” he chuckled. 

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. “Well, the last time I had something with a guy was over five years ago,” she made a face. 

“We don’t have to…”

“But I want to,” she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips. “I want to, Logan. I-” Her eyes scanned his green ones. There was something on her lips she wanted to say. It was too soon to confess. Y/N knew what she felt for him, but she didn’t allow herself to say it out loud. After she swallowed the truthful words, she said, “I want you.” 

The air changed in the room. With a gentle touch, Logan traced the curves of her body, feeling the tremble of excitement beneath his fingertips. As their lips met in a tender kiss, they both felt the rush of passion surge through them, melting away any lingering doubts or inhibitions. 

The first pieces of clothing were gone in mere seconds. Logan took off Y/N’s T-shirt, showing her exposed chest to his eyes. He licked his lips as his eyes observed her beautiful breasts. When Y/N took off Logan’s white tank top, her nails lightly scratched his chest, enjoying the feeling of him under her fingertips. Slowly, they undressed each other, savouring the unveiling of skin, each moment building the intensity of their connection.

Y/N expected that, at some point, Logan would become rougher and impatient. She was surprised when he took his time and didn’t rush things. His touches were gentle and loving as if she were a fragile doll that would break under his touch. 

“You smell so good, princess,” he growled. His mouth wrapped around her hardened nipple and sucked on it. He was rewarded with a moan. He sucked on it, circled it with a tongue. When he let it with a pop, Logan looked at her, grinning. “Next time, I will fuck ya like the naughty girl I know you are.” 

“Logan,” she whispered his name. 

He continued to lavish attention on her breasts. His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, alternating between bites and licks that sent shivers down her spine. He loved how she responded to his attention – it only fueled his passion further. 

The moans kept escaping Y/N’s lips after every touch, every stroke and lick. The sound of her moans and gasps filled the air, making Logan’s dick throb painfully.

He grabbed her by the waist and laid her down on the bed. He positioned himself between her legs. “What a beautiful view,” he commented, eyeing her naked upper body. 

Her hands reached for the big belt he wore. Y/N unfastened it, unbuttoned the jeans and pulled down the zipper. She realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Y/N’s brows raised up, and she grinned at him. She was met with his semi-hard length begging to be taken out of the jeans.“You like going commando?” 

“I was in a hurry,” he said, grinning. 

Y/N took him out, stroking him slowly from tip to base. She felt him twitch under her touch. He had a nice dick - perfect length, veiny, and he trimmed his pubic hair around his penis and balls.  She heard him moan and curse under his nose. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” his eyes rolled into the back of his head when she squeezed him harder. He stopped her movements.  Logan took her hand off his throbbing member. He brought the hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I want to be inside of you.” 

Logan took off his jeans while his eyes remained on Y/N’s movements. He followed her hands - how they reached for the hem of her shorts. She took off the fabric with panties, and she exposed her pussy for his eyes to see. “Fuck,” he growled. 

Once they were both naked, Logan positioned himself at the entrance of her wet pussy, looking down at her face with a mix of determination and desire burning in his eyes. He ran his thumb along her clit, making her squirm. 

One last kiss before he positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed in. He watched Y/N’s reaction carefully, seeing the way her face contorted into a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. “Shit,” he cursed. “So tight.” 

He started to move slowly, allowing their bodies to become one. Logan didn’t want to hurt her. His eyes were locked with hers with every move he made. He wanted to take his time, to savour every moment of being inside her, feeling her surround him completely.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “Faster, Logan. Please.” 

Hearing her pleas, Logan's feral instincts kicked in, and he responded by increasing the pace of his thrusts, driving into her tight pussy with forceful strokes. He watched her breasts bounce with every snap of his hips. “You are so fucking pretty like this,” he praised her. 

Another loud moan escaped Y/N’s lips. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed him closer to her body, pressing her lips against his in a feverish kiss. It was sloppy and dirty, all tongue and teeth. One of his hands sneaked between their bodies. His thumb found her clit, and he started to toy with it. 

Her walls clenched around his length. “Ah, fuck!” she gasped. “I’m so close.” 

“Good, baby girl,” he said hoarsely. “Don’t hold up and come for me, pretty girl.” 

He heard her cry out and felt her body tense as she approached climax. Logan increased the tempo of his movements even further, driving himself into her. He watched as Y/N reached her peak. Her eyes closed, walled gripped his cock tightly as waves of pleasure ran through her body. 

Logan’s release followed a few seconds later. At the last moment, he pulled out and spilt his seed over her lower belly, grunting. “Ah, fuck, fuck,” he cursed. 

Logan’s chest heaved with each laboured breath. The scent of sex and sweat filled the air around them as they lay there, spent and satisfied. Y/N turned her head to look at him. She watched as he breathed heavily. A smile appeared on her lips. 

“Damn,” she whispered. 

He turned his head, catching her eyes. Logan grinned at her. “That’s it?” he teased. 

“I am speechless. Isn’t that enough?” Y/N winked at him. She rolled to her side, snuggling her naked body to his. Her fingers absentmindedly started to stroke his chest, brushing through some of the hairs. 

Logan managed to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. “How are you feeling?” 

Her eyes locked with his. “Happy,” she replied simply. 

“How about one more round?” he suggested.

Y/N smacked his chest playfully. “Insatiable man.” 

He grabbed her hand and led it down his body to his hard length. Y/N wrapped her fingers around his cock. “What can I say. I can’t get enough of you.” 

She giggled. “Cheezy. Fine, one more round.” 

“This time, you will ride me, pretty girl.” 

[honestsycrets]

This user has been stealing my work, Mio, on wattpad. Does anyone familiar with Wattpad know how I might go about getting it removed? Thank you to the user who called my attention to this. I really do hate it when this is done.

[camilaxmartin]

masterlist

if some of the links don’t work i’m so sorry idk what happened

|| rules!! || navigation!! ||

|| what i won’t write!! || WIPs ||

|| my hazbin hotel oc || requests: 28

♡ fluff // ♧ smut // ♢ angst

STRANGER THINGS

one-shots:

none yet!

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

none yet!

MARVEL

one-shots:

shuri - overworking ♡

shuri - surprise ♡♧

shuri - spidey, spidey ♡

shuri - stupid decision ♢♡

shuri - the throne ♧

shuri - hidden feelings ♡

headcanons:

shuri - how dating shuri would be like ♡

shuri - date ♡

drabble/ask:

shuri - the princess ♡

story (plural chapters):

shuri - the scientist: one two three four (♡)

TEEN WOLF

one-shots:

none yet!

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

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FRIENDS

one-shots:

none yet!

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

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PITCH PERFECT

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

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CHARLIZE THERON

one-shots:

lady lesso - you’re enough ♢♡

lady lesso - christmas time ♡

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

lady lesso - nails

story (plural chapters):

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BROOKLYN 99

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

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story (plural chapters):

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SHADOW AND BONE

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

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story (plural chapters):

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SCREAM

one-shots:

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

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story (plural chapters):

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AHS

one-shots:

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

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story (plural chapters):

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FNAF

one-shots:

vanessa shelly - unwanted touch ♡

vanessa shelly - napkin with a name ♡♢

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

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MEAN GIRLS (2004)

one-shots:

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headcanons:

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drabble/ask:

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story (plural chapters):

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HAZBIN HOTEL

one-shots:

velvette - her precious angel ♢♡

carmilla - sweet little secret ♡

carmilla - beautiful? ♡

rosie - getting on your nerves (idk tbh what this is)

headcanons:

lute - her princess ♡

velvette - so stressed, obsessed ♡

rosie / carmilla - not so shy after all ♡

drabble/ask:

clothes

they’ll know

squeeze

story (plural chapters):

none yet!

OTHER

one-shots:

marilyn thornhill - not so secret ♡

marilyn thornhill - jealous, jealous girl ♧

marilyn thornhill - heart-throb ♡

headcanons:

none yet!

drabble/ask:

none yet!

story (plural chapters):

none yet!

[lychniis]

⚘— VIGOUR ( AS HE CALLS IT ).

i. SYNOPSIS : when was the last time he let passion win this fight? ( zhongli x reader ) // evenfall event - prompt xiii ( ❛ honey you're familiar, like my mirror years ago. ❜ ) + daisy, orchid.

ii. WARNING(S) : mdni, smut. half dragon zhongli, rader is gn with female parts, fluffy smut tbh and zhongli is kind of smitten shhhh. this post contains 18+ content. minors do not interact.

# masterlist

There’s a vivid, beautiful thing about youth that Zhongli’s memories test against. He’s grown too old to, within the tragedies that spun forth like silk and poison and the bite of a blade. It is the embers spread forth round the sides of the pot, and there’s hardly much to see of it. 

Maybe there was something there. People could suspect, people could nurse those thoughts then move on from and let it be forgotten.

( That part of him has long died. It’s the rambunctious child, the testy spunk, the feel and the rush of iron and adrenaline coursing through, timed with his hammering heartbeat — and the earth would splinter. )

Then came you. You, you, you and his footsteps are lead on to follow yours. He’s a fool in that regard with the softness of love clogging up the reason in his mind and stoking the brazen parts of him that fumble and leave him flushed. But Zhongli lives for an experience and this — this he adores. The quiet walks, the lingering spice of your food, the smell of mint and herbs in your hair. 

And this,

Zhongli spreads his hand over your back. His breath is labored. His eyes on you. Indulgence, the sweet coat of peaches on his tongue. He tests his fingertips over the softness of your stomach. You are warm, real, heartbeat and all.

He dips his head down. Whispers into your ear.

“Will you indulge me?”

Your gaze draws to him. A simple “Anything for you.” He wonders, briefly, if he could have met your spirit sooner at a long passed ‘sometime’. But loving you as Zhongli, is perhaps the kindest way to love you. Because Zhongli was tender in ways he once was not. Zhongli would not tear your flesh apart with his teeth and take and take.

( Time has tempered, softened, eroded. )

“Sit up, love.”

You hum. “I’m almost afraid to comply now. Can I change my mind?”

He offers a patient nod. Your lips quirk, a little adoring, a little passionate. “Just kidding, just kidding…”. Your legs fit snugly round his lap. He marvels for a moment, rubbing down sensitive skin, kissing your cheek. “Indulge yourself. Mr. Zhongli.”

Zhongli’s gaze meets yours. His laugh rumbles forth between the kisses he steals forth and his belt coming undone with a faint clink. “Beautiful. Mine, my love, all mine…” he murmurs and for a brief moment, he pulls away just to stare, shifting you enough to drag his cock against your slick cunt. A stray whimper is drawn out. The burn in his gut demands more.

“Arms around me.”

“What are you planning?” you press up closer to him, cradling his cheek with a lazy smile. “Zhongli, love, don’t leave me in the dark.”

He grinds you over his cock again. Your back arches just a little. And maybe in a moment of brattiness your hands wander and stroke at the small of his back. Maybe you press down onto him a little too hard. Zhongli holds an unspoken credence to it. He likes your rebellion. He likes the cheek. He likes the liveliness.

It means many things.

It means pinning you back down, prodding your entrance with a teasing sluggishness. “Behave, love.” he chides.

“Not with the pace you’re moving at.”

You could barely articulate that sentence. You’re flushed and it’s adorable, how you let your lips draw back and your eyes wrinkle at the corners. “Are you calling me slow, love?” he deliberates.

“I’m calling you old.”

He leans in close. “Keep talking.” he goads, breaching through, sliding the tip into you. Your lips part. You whine, nails digging into his back. “Go on.”

You suck a breath in. Zhongli drags his cock into your walls, in and out, bit by bit till you’re snug round his length. Then he thrusts, hard, through the shaky, blubbering moans and his mind fogs over with the tight squeeze you offer and the heat of your body.

It slips something primal. It’s a rush. Zhongli watches the way you writhe below him and he has a taste of the spirited youthfulness again.

His hand slides over your eyes. He feels human skin shed and a halfway draconian vessel filter through the cracks. He vaguely registers his tail wind round your calf, his talons tear into the mattress. Your shaky fingers pry at the offending part over your eyes. “L-let me.” you beg. “Let me s-see.”

He lets you, a knuckle stroking your clit. Your touch is gentle against his horns and your sight is unfocused. “Zhongli.” you mumble. “Zhongli.” 

He whispers your name back. He keeps going, plunging into you, taking in the twitch of your limbs, your squirming, the mess you leave between your legs. You’re holding on, half of the lewd noises you let out muffled against his shoulder. He hears a plea, a soft praise and it keeps fuelling and testing that beast. His tempo picks up. You’re warm. Wet. His. 

Then you’re clutching round his cock and that cry you let loose is a delightful ring. You go lax in his arms so easily. Zhongli decides to be merciful for a moment and stops.

“I love you.” It's tiring but sincere. Zhongli hums, nosing at your neck. Then slowly, his hips shift and he thrusts. You’re left giggling a little, eyes slipping shut with the fatigue and the flushed heat settling fast. You mumble a last few words. “Keep going.” 

( He is not done, Not yet ).

❪⠀🎬⠀❫ AINE SPEAKS ;;

i am working through this event but this time i'm a common star rail mob trying to kill my party but aventurine's in it.

anyway, this evenfall post was once again requested by @floraldresvi!!this is a little more x oc coded vivi BUT thank you because i love zhongli hehehehehehehe i can;t complain.

AINE | 2024. do no plagiarize, repost or rework this piece.

[riri53]

Here's an example for these kind of fan fic:

Infinity war cast x short!insecure!rader

Summary: Reader is 4'11 and insecure about it but her cast mates and fans show her that she's beautiful.

Warrings: None

A/N: Reader here uses she/her pronouns. Also english isn't my first lamguage so I'm sorry for my grammar.

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Y/N Y/L/N had always been self-conscious about her height. At 4'11, she often felt like she was constantly overlooked and underestimated, especially in the cutthroat world of Hollywood. But when she landed a role in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, she knew that she had to put her insecurities aside and bring her A-game.

At the Infinity War panel, Y/N was nervous. She had never been in front of such a large audience before, and she was worried that her height would be a topic of ridicule. But as she took her place on stage alongside her fellow cast members, she was surprised to hear them all gushing about how much they loved her petite stature.

"Y/N is a powerhouse, despite her size," Chris Evans said, earning cheers from the audience. "She's got more energy and spunk than any of us combined."

Robert Downey Jr. chimed in, "And let's not forget how easy it is to maneuver her around during fight scenes. It's like having a little ninja on set."

Y/N blushed, feeling grateful and relieved that her height was being celebrated rather than criticized. And the positive feedback didn't stop there. As she walked around the convention center, fans approached her to tell her how much they loved her portrayal of her character and how they admired her confidence and talent.

But perhaps the most memorable moment of the day was when Tom Holland, her mischievous co-star, snuck up behind her and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around in a playful prank. The crowd erupted in laughter, and Y/N couldn't help but join in.

In that moment, Y/N realized that her height wasn't something to be ashamed of. It was a part of who she was, and it made her unique and memorable. She felt a newfound sense of confidence and pride in herself and her abilities, and she knew that she had the support of her cast and fans behind her.

From that day forward, Y/N Y/L/N embraced her height and all the quirks and challenges that came with it. And as she continued to shine on screen and in public appearances, she inspired others to do the same, proving that sometimes the things that make us different are the very things that make us great.

[shreddedparchment]

A Wife for Thor Pt.07

11/03/2020

Waiting to Exhale

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5, 871

Warnings: smut!, SO MUCH FLUFF, smidge of angst, language, talk of pregnancy for the purpose of an heir to the throne

A/N: Y’all, I really tried to move away from the smut this chapter but THOR MAKES ME DO IT! FUCK! I want him so much. Reader is literally me. lol Anywho, I wrote the end of this chapter like half asleep, just now. And I’m too tired to even worry about going back to proof it and I wanted to share it with y’all now instead of making you wait until tomorrow so, here it is. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT REPOST my stories on any other sites or blogs.

REBLOGS are always welcome!

Kissing Thor is noisy. Mainly because he likes to really kiss you. His lips smoosh against your own until he’s delving into your mouth with his tongue. You’re so eager to reciprocate the affection that you greet him willingly. Your own tongue swirling around his own.

You’re hit with the salty tang of the olives from his sandwich, a spicy bite to the flavor from the jalapeños.

He kisses you slow, making it last minutes. He makes you dizzy and your heart seems to be perpetually pounding since last night.

The water sloshes around both your bodies as he reaches down to wrap his arm around your waist and pull you right up against him, breasts squished against his massive pecs.

He holds the side of your head, fingers strong and possessive as he tilts your head to explore you better.

When your breath is nothing but gasping, he pulls back with an audible smack. He leans in to kiss you twice more. Two quick pecks before he twists to his right and reaches for the large glass of wine he’d poured you.

Handing it to you, he fixes your hair before reaching to his left for a sandwich triangle. Roast and chicken, cheese, tomatoes, and mustard. You’re not even sure you like this food but when Thor holds the tip of the sandwich up to your lips you open up and take a bite.

Your mind is too preoccupied with the naked God before you to worry about the flavors in your mouth anymore. If it doesn’t immediately pertain to Thor, then you don’t have a mind for it right now.

He follows your bite with his own and replaces the sandwich on the tray still half full along with a bowl of olives and another of cheese cubes.

You lick your lips as you chew, watching his face for any shift that might hint at a change of mood.

Thor however hasn’t changed since this morning when you gave yourself to him completely. And he gave himself to you too.

Maybe it’s silly to think that way, that what happened between the two of you was anything more than sex, but it felt like it. Especially that first time.

He’d been so…there had been something about the look in his eyes, the way he touched you. So sweet and gentle. So loving.

Even now, his free hand finds the soft skin of your side and while you flinch at first, he knows to keep his hand there and after a moment you settle and are still again.

“Why do you pull away?” Thor had asked in the morning after that first time when he’d been laying with you, talking as his hand sought a spot on your side.

“I’m not pulling away.” You’d argued. “I’ve just never been touched there before by anyone but myself. It feels weird. Not exactly a tickling but close to it.”

Now he lets the surprise pass and caresses the spot once your body has moved on from the shock.

“You keep searching for something. What is it, cherub?” He reaches over to give your cheek a little pinch then throws his hand over the edge of the large bath you’d seen when you’d stolen a peek at his bathroom.

The water is steaming hot, such a comfort to your surprisingly sore body. You hadn’t realized how much your morning activities would stress it. What a work out!

Thor’s already frowned at the bruises he can see he’s left on you. You shut that down quickly. You liked the sex. You’re not about to give it up because he’s a little too strong.

Smart? Probably not. But you’re discovering a whole new side to yourself that you hadn’t known you could be. And the bruises are only on your hips, some on your ass.

You didn’t know that you could be desirable and seductive. Irresistible? Definitely not! But from the way Thor’s hands keep loving on your curves, you must at least be so to him, right? Even if it’s only in a physical, sexual way. It’s more than you ever thought you’d have.

“Nothing.” You swallow your food, tipping your glass against your lips to wash it down with a mouthful of wine.

Before you can say anything else, Thor mashes his lips to yours. His tongue takes a quick dip into your mouth before finishing his kiss with another peck.

“Mmm.” He hums, and you can’t help but laugh.

“What was that for?”

“You taste like raspberries.” He informs you, swiping his thumb across your lips.

“It’s the wine.”

Thor purses his lips, giving you a skeptical look as if you’re lying.

“Mmmmm, you sure?” He smiles, a big goofy grin you hadn’t seen yet.

The expression gives you such joy that you laugh, leaning against his chest as your body shakes with it.

Thor’s eyes are bright, happy, and he gladly dips his head down to kiss your lips as you pucker your lips up at him.

“Can this be real?” You wonder, staring up into his pretty face.

“Why do you think it isn’t? Shall I pinch you?” His hand tickles your side, grabbing gently.

You squirm and laugh, quickly grabbing his hand to stop his pinching.

“No!” You shake with your chuckling. “Stop.”

“I will if you tell me why you can’t believe this is reality.”

“I don’t know? Because it all feels too good to be true?” You turn around slowly, nestling into his lap, his arms wrapping themselves around you instantly as you lean back against him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He kisses your cheek, then rests his own scratchy bearded cheek against your head.

“I mean, it was three days ago that I was sitting in my house, completely alone and would have probably stayed that way until I died. I’ve never felt any kind of interest for anyone before.”

“I’m sure someone would have come along and fallen in love with you. You’re very lovable, cherub. Otherwise, how could you feel so good where I have you?”

Your cheeks are burning hot. If someone held a wick to it, it would light and burn.

You laugh nervously, not believing a single word.

“It’s true.” Thor insists, squeezing you against his body. “If I’m completely honest, no one has ever felt this good before.”

“You just need the affection.” You scoff.

“No.” Thor refuses your thinking. “I like you.”

He drops his voice to a deep whisper. As he says those three words, it becomes thick and heavy. It means a lot. To you. To him. This is a significant moment, and he makes sure to steal your breath with his massive body curling around you from behind and that deep voice that likes to nestle in between your ribs and make it hot there.

“We’ve only just started,” he observes. “Imagine how I’ll feel in a month.”

He’s absolutely wicked with his charm, and you know you’re a lost cause to it. There’s no going back from this now.

“And I did like you, too. Even when I first came to see you. I can’t deny that. I think it’s pretty clear by now, how I feel. But I had no idea that it was to this extent. I didn’t know that I’d go from virgin to what happened today in the blink of an eye.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Thor asks, no fear in his voice but you can feel a tension in his arms.

“Nope. It isn’t.” You shake your head, turning to look at him but he’s so close.

His cheeks are a flushed pink bronze. You realize he’s blushing at your confession much like his made you all flustered too. He’s hot for sure, downright breathtaking, but you had no idea he could be this adorable too. Cute? He’s almost like a puppy in this moment. Sweet and lovable.

You can’t help yourself, so you just kiss his bearded chin, and he quickly turns to meet your lips with his own.

He relaxes, the affection calming him? You’re not sure. But that’s what it feels like and it plays into your theory that he’s been needing the physical reassurance.

You reach up behind his head, fingers delving into the short and wet strands of his hair as he reaches over and forces your head to turn more so that he can kiss you with passion again.

You whimper, his touch intoxicating.

In response to your own sounds of enjoyment, Thor utters a small groan. Slowly he pushes you up, rises, and spins with you until your back is to the edge of the bathing pool. He turns you around, then with kisses to the center of your back to nudge you forward, he guides you into bending over with your chest pressed against the warm edge of the bath. He bends over you completely and pulls you into another passionate kiss, holding your face towards his by grabbing your chin.

Gently he nudges your legs open with his knee and before you can prepare yourself fully, he’s inside you, curling his hips around your bum as he plunges himself deeper.

You break the kiss to gasp with pleasure, the sensation growing on you more and more. As he cups your breasts, you lay your head down and reaching back to hook your hand around his bottom, pulling him towards you when he thrusts making him groan with excitement as he picks up the pace.

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He’s moaning underneath you. A dramatic, overexaggerated, completely ridiculous display meant only for you as you card your hands through his drying hair. He has his head in your lap, shirtless form with only a baggy pair of black sweats keeping his manly bits private. For you, his face is upside down. But that doesn’t make him any less handsome.

You’re sitting with your back against the headrest, chuckling at the look on his face and the stupid sounds he’s making for your benefit.

“Stop making those noises!” You laugh, “It doesn’t sound right.”

“Or does it sound just right?”

You chuckle continuously, scratching his scalp lightly and his mouth genuinely falls open.

“Oh, that feels so good.”

Silly man.

“Are we going to spend the rest of the day in bed?” You wonder, not minding the idea one bit.

He mumbles something indistinct. Maybe nonsense? You’re not sure. But you laugh again.

“What?”

“Please, don’t stop.” He begs.

You lapse into silence, letting this blissful moment stretch on until your mind starts to wander.

You’ve realized that the affection he’s after isn’t just that, but he’s also touch starved.

You are too, but that makes sense. You’ve been single your whole life.

It’s weird for him. He’s been with Jane for a while. Why does it feel like these displays of affection from you are something he’s been yearning for? Maybe not from you specifically, but the touch is welcomed. Eagerly.

“Can I ask you something?” You keep stroking his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp in small circles.

“Mmmmmmm…” He looks like he might fall asleep, his one blue eye shut.

“I know you said that you picked me because of what I told you my ideal marriage was like. Is this part of a marriage important for you? Physical affection? Is that what you liked about the description I gave you?” You reach down to stroke his cheek, loving the feel of his beard against your skin.

Thor opens his eye, staring up at you with a torn expression. What does it mean?

“I liked the image you painted of us.” He reaches up, caressing the back of your neck. “I should be more honest with you.”

Fuck. Is it bad news?

“Truth is, Jane and I haven’t really been together for about half a year. We hadn’t broken up officially or anything. And it isn’t so much that we haven’t seen each other just because we’re busy but we haven’t tried to see each other.

“If we had tried a little harder, I think we could have still kept things going for a bit longer, but…” He doesn’t finish his thought and instead leaves you to wonder if maybe Jane didn’t want to try? Or maybe he didn’t want to? Which is silly because he’s been holding out for her.

It’s what almost ruined your opinion of him.

“But you still love each other?” You’re confused, his love for her is so obvious.

“Many people who love each other drift apart. If both parties are not willing to keep the relationship going, even the strongest love can be inconsequential.”

His eye is trained on the ceiling above, a beautiful ornate wooden design carved by Asgardian artisans. He’s lost in thoughts. Depressing ones it looks like.

You don’t like the idea of him being unhappy. It stings a little on a personal level too to know that it’s because of his pining for an ex-love.

But you want him to know that you’ve heard him. You understand his feelings as best as you can.

“I’m sorry she doesn’t know what she’s losing.” You mean it too.

Jane is losing out on such a beautiful soul. Alien or not, Thor is entrancing.

You can’t picture your life without Thor now. Even if your feelings are still growing and nowhere near where his and Jane’s are for each other, the idea of never feeling his kiss again, his weight on you? It’s unbearable to think about.

He told you he likes you! That means something, right?

He’s also so sweet and funny. He really is a dream. If he hadn’t propositioned you during that first meeting of feigning your marriage, he’d be perfect. But no one can be perfect and you’re pretty sure he must have been desperate as hell at the time.

“But maybe I should write her a thank you note?” You place your hands on both sides of his face, thumbs stroking his cheekbones. “If she had agreed to marry you, I wouldn’t be here. And I’m so…so lucky to be here, Thor.”

You sigh heavily, having been thinking about this since your bath at noon.

“I thought I was going to be married to someone who wouldn’t care about me.” You confess. “I thought I was doomed to living a life without real feeling. But what we have…it isn’t normal, right? This kind of connection isn’t common?”

You could be wrong. This isn’t something you’re knowledgeable about. Not even a little bit.

“No. It’s not.” Thor agrees, reaching up to hook his hand around the back of your neck, a gentle squeeze to emphasize his words.

“We’re lucky, Thor.” You nod, smiling hopefully because for the first time since all of this craziness began, you can see the life you’d imagined for your ideal marriage as a true possibility.

There might be more to it. It’s not just a marriage, but a duty. You’ll be Queen and Thor is already King. There’s going to be more than days like this with him. There’ll be obligations and maybe even things that you won’t want to do.

Days like this will make it worth it.

Thor smiles at you, his body relaxed again after getting things off his chest.

“We’re lucky.” He agrees and pulls you down until he can kiss you.

Upside down, the kiss is a little strange. You huff a laugh against his lips until he reaches up to take hold of your head and tilt it to the side so that he can silence you with a deeper kiss.

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“Alright, I’m here.” Thor announces, strutting into his war room on the second floor.

It’s a simple room, large as it is. Round like his bedroom, with no windows. There’s a doorway to the right on the far end that leads to a small tower hidden among the various roofs of the palace. That’s his strategic viewpoint. That’s where he can see invaders if invaders are stupid enough to try and come here.

“You’re late.” Loki says, off-hand, not paying attention. He's focused on what’s before him. Busy.

There’s no urgency in his voice so Thor stops just inside the door, hands finding his hips as he stands there staring at his brother.

The silence is almost endless until Loki looks up and does a double take at the sight of Thor standing there wearing a pair of baggy black sweats and a ratty old gray shirt. It’s clean. Just full of frays and tears.

“I see we’ve completely given up.” Loki observes. “One day with your fiancé and you think you can relax and walk around looking like an Earth frat boy?”

“How do you know what a frat boy is?”

“I’ve been on Earth longer than you have I think.” Loki scoffs. “I had to scope out the planet before I tried to take it over, remember?”

“That’s not something I would go around bragging about, brother. The people of Earth might not realize you’ve changed.” Thor finally moves in further, sitting himself down on the large throne-like seat at the head of a very large round table that doubles as a battle map.

This is what Loki had been focused on.

As he sits back, relaxing in his comfy chair, he sighs heavily. Happily. Hands resting on his stomach as he stares at the table, zoning out with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today.

Loki’s continued silence begins to draw his attention and he turns to look at him only to find him with narrowed and suspicious eyes.

“What did you do?” Loki demands, “Why do you look so pleased with yourself?”

“Hm? Nothing. I did nothing.” Thor assures him, sitting up a little straighter and clearing his throat.

Loki knows him too well. The way Thor spreads his legs, wide apart as he claims the room as his own with his mere presence. There are only two reasons his brother takes that posture.

“I know you, Thor. You’ve either defeated an enemy in battle within the last few hours of the day—which is clearly impossible since you’ve been holed up in your bedroom this entire time. Or you’ve gone and bedded some woman until you’re entirely spent.”

Thor clears his throat, avoiding his brother’s eyes.

“Thor,” He already sounds upset. “I thought you were going to wait until you were married to her?”

His demanding tone, the upset brings a sense of slight shame to Thor’s beautiful memories of the day.

Quickly he wipes that away. It was a day well spent, growing closer to you and forming a bond that will help you both in your marriage.

“We were supposed to!” Thor argues.

“How could you bed her two days before the wedding?”

“She asked me to!” Thor counters, getting to his feet as he gestures towards the door with both hands flat, palms up.

“As if I’d believe that.” Loki frowns.

“She did! I swear to you, I tried to refuse her.”

“Not very hard, I imagine.” Loki scoffs.

“Loki, the last thing that I want to do is take advantage of Y/N. She’s honest and true. She doesn’t play games and she’s up front about what she wants. She told me that she wanted to be with me because she felt it was right, not because she was required to in order to consummate our marriage.

“And honestly, I’m glad that we did it. Not only do I know now that she and I are compatible in that way, but it meant more for her to do so willingly. I wasn’t exactly eager to bed her knowing that she was only doing it because it was something she was obligated to do either. We were both of one mind on that front.”

Loki’s eyes are sharp, trained on Thor as he explains himself and crosses the room to a small table against the right curved wall to pour himself a glass of ale. He’s able to see that Thor is not lying. Everything he just said is the truth. And while he worries about you and Thor too, he can see that this is probably for the best.

He thinks about it as Thor drinks, then accepts this new phase of your courtship.

“Well, I suppose it’s never too early to start working for that heir.”

Thor sputters on his drink, coughing and gasping.

He thumps his chest, turning to Loki as he zones out again with thoughts of the copious amount of times he’d made love to you today, and each and every time he released within you.

True, you and he would have had to start on an heir quickly. It’s what the people want, as well as the Ambassadors for Earth. They want tangible ties to the human race.

Still, Thor’s heart begins to pound at the idea of your belly swelling with his babe.

It’s not an unpleasant thought. In fact, the more he pictures it, the more he likes it.

Because he’s an idiot, he tries to picture Jane like that too.

They’d never even discussed children.

Jane had been focused on her work and Thor had been too happy to step aside and wait for her to be ready.

He finds he can’t picture Jane the way he can picture you, sweet smile caressing your belly as you look up to meet his eye. Smile widening before you reach out towards him, “Come feel, he’s kicking.”

His imagination is surprisingly vivid and his heart swells.

“A head start on siring an heir isn’t a bad idea. You should spend tomorrow doing the same.” Loki suggests.

Thor reaches up to rub along his chest, right over his heart as that feeling of fullness keeps growing.

“Aye,” Thor agrees, but his words are a whisper to himself. “I think I just might.”

“What?” Loki asks, Thor too quiet for him to hear.

“Nothing. What was the threat you wanted to speak of?” Thor moves back to his seat, but rather than take it, he stands, staring at the simple map of Earth.

Loki isn’t looking at the map, however. He’s got what looks like a silver bowl on top of it, a glistening silver liquid within.

“A window.” Thor realizes.

“Just a small one.” Loki nods, staring intently at the serene liquid.

“What do you see?”

Thor only sees the silver liquid.

“Stirrings. They’re quiet, and only shadows for the time being. I sense Jotunheim.” Loki murmurs darkly.

“Laufey?” The worry is heavy on his mind now, nothing but this threat matters to Thor. In this moment, he’s got one thing on his mind.

“Perhaps.” Loki nods.

“But you killed him. Didn’t you? You saved father and mother. Another trick, brother?” Thor spits, almost angry. Mostly just suspicious.

“No.” Loki insists, giving his brother a frown. “Not on my side. I thought he was dead. I’m not sure if it’s him but it feels like Laufey.”

“What does this mean?”

“I’m not sure yet, Thor. As I said, it’s only a stirring. I’ll have to keep watch.”

“Have you shared this with the guard? Brunnhilde? Sif?” Thor asks.

“Yes.” Loki nods, waving his hand over the silver. “Sif has gone to hurry the Warrior’s Three back in case something should come before the wedding. Don’t worry, brother. As soon as I have more information, I will come to you.”

With a heavy sigh, Thor crosses his bulging arms over his hardened chest. Now his mind is preoccupied. Worries begin to grow. The safety of his people first and foremost.

They don’t have the armor or weapons to defend the city much less the surrounding human cities in the area. If the Jotunn should rise again, their wrath would not stop with New Asgard.

“Thor?”

“Hm?” He’s still mostly distracted, out of it as his mind races to plan ahead for all contingencies.

“Don’t you have a pretty future Queen of Asgard waiting in your bedroom? Did you not have something to do?”

Thor’s gaze eventually wanders over to Loki. He understands he should say something, so he nods. “Right, of course. Right. Keep me posted.”

He walks around him, through the door and back up to his floor. At the end of the hall he sees the light seeping through the bottom of the door. The warm glow of the lit fire.

Moving towards it, he doesn’t see it or the comforts it promises. He can only see the thousands of faces of his people, looking to him for guidance and reassurance. Their safety is in his hands. He can fight for days, weeks without stopping if he has to in order to protect those under his care, but he’s one man. How will he protect them all?

He can’t be there to block every blow.

The weight of his crown is heavy, feet falling heavy against the wooden floor.

A fear begins to bubble up in his chest, shifting and squirming, making him feel sick to his stomach. His hand shakes as he reaches out to take hold of the handle to his door. As he takes it, he squeezes harder than he means to and the metal groans beneath his grip.

When he pushes the door open, a wave of warmth washes over him, pulling him out of the grip of the cool hallway air.

He hears a groan from his desk chair.

Searching for it, he spots you sitting with your back twisted as you hold to the arm, turning to face him.

It’s the sight of you that clears his head and steadies his heart.

Sitting there with in his pink sweater again, this time a pair of thick wool socks on your feet. One is scrunched around your ankles, the other holding firm to your lovely, well explored calf.

You take his breath away as you smile at him, your eyes searching his face. Your pretty smile falters, a scrunch between your eyes as notice his distress.

“Is everything okay?” You ask him, the laptop behind you abandoned mid-sentence on whatever work you’re writing.

He stops by the door. It shuts behind him. You stand up and Thor’s mind is bathed with the delicious image of you again, belly swollen with his child.

This time you’re not smiling and beckoning him for a feel of a kick. Instead, you’re standing before him, your hands resting against that belly, your face twisted in honest concern.

This time he doesn’t have to imagine what you would say because you open your mouth now and say, “C-Can I help? Thor? What can I do?”

Nothing.

You can do absolutely nothing if a Jotunn army comes to freeze the Earth over. Their cradle is gone but their power comes from magic. Magic in their blood. And they’re strong enough to do damage without the cradle.

So, even though you ask, and he knows that the answer is nothing, just the fact that you ask. That adorable little crinkle between your eyes.

His mind returns and in three long strides he’s got you up in his arms. He kisses you hard, overcome with gratitude and that image in his head of you pregnant both smiling and worried. It’s too much for him and how can he show you how much your offer means to him?

How can he show you that your own strife over his feelings for Jane is unnecessary?

The only way he can think of in this moment is without words. With his hands and his lips and his body.

“Mm.” You mumble, resisting. You push yourself back a bit and Thor lets you get away but keeps you held against his body; your legs wrapped around his waist. “Thor, what’s wrong?”

Your hands are so gentle against his cheeks, caressing his beard, stroking it as if the feel of it brings you pleasure.

He pushes forward, past your little grip and buries his face against the side of your neck.

You smell like rosewater. And something else. Something just you. You’ve taken another bath in his absence. He can’t blame you after all of the loving he’s given you today.

Without another query you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one hand making soothing circles between his shoulder blades, the other on the back of his head in a supportive caress.

Thor is absolutely melting from all this affection you’re giving him.

How had he survived without it?

How had he gone so hard for so long and only now realized that he’d been waiting to exhale.

Here in your arms, he can breathe finally. Even though the weight of Asgard is on his shoulders, and the weight of the Earth and the nine realms too, with you here holding him up he can take solace for a bit.

He carries you back to the bed, sits on the edge, and you readjust your legs so that you can keep them on either side of him but hold yourself up a bit more steadily. Thor loves the way you seem to flow with his movements. You respond and he adjusts for you too.

After what feels like an hour, he pulls back to look up at your beautiful face.

“Where have you been all of my life?” He whispers, voice choked from the breath he’d finally breathed.

“I’m here now.” You nod, “And I won’t go anywhere unless you want me to.”

Thor scoffs at the idea, such a completely stupid and ridiculous thought for you to have because he cannot possibly exist without you in his life now.

He realizes it now more than before. The sex had been fantastic. Much needed. The intimacy welcomed and yearned for, though not exactly from you until you gave it and he realized that it was exactly your type of intimacy he’d been looking for.

There’s something more to what you can give him. More to what you’re already providing him with.

To his great pleasure, and he hopes to yours too, there’s one more thing he needs from you. Something that he hopes you’re willing to give.

“Let’s make a babe.” He says, and he can see your breath hitch.

The way he can see your mind go blank and fuzzy and then try to process what he’s just said is endearing. You’re always so shocked by his displays of attachment.

He can’t exactly blame you. It’s only been three days. Still, he’s felt more in these three days than he has over years with anyone else.

This feels so close to love, he’s almost certain that for him it already is. But he’ll hold off telling you until he’s completely sure. He meant what he told Hilde and Loki. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

Not ever.

“Wh-what?” You finally stutter, your lips shaking as you speak.

He smiles, reaches up to trace your bottom one with his thumb and they part for him, a response no doubt curated by the many situations he’s placed you in today. Every touch had been a request to come closer and every time you’d opened up for him.

“We’ll have to have one eventually. Soon, too. The Ambassadors will want a human Asgardian heir as soon as possible to make sure that I’ll have a reason to protect the human species as much as my own.

“But mostly I really just want to see you heavy with my child, cherub. We’ll make many little angels together. Sooner, rather than later.” Thor hooks his hand behind your neck, giving it a squeeze as he pulls you towards his lips.

You pucker up instantly the closer you get, your eyes peeled however, trained on his own electric blue as if you’re waiting for him to say it’s a joke.

He gives you a peck, just reassurance for you.

“You do?” You breathe, airy and short.

“I do. Let me make you a true mother of Asgard.” He whispers, and he can see your skin pimple. He reaches down to run his hand up along your arm, only making the goosebumps more pronounced as he tries to soothe them.

Thor can see you struggling to find the words. It doesn’t look like a negative thing.

He brings his hands down to our thighs, running them up to push the sweater you’re wearing up a bit until his fingers find the crease of your bent legs just below your hips. He tickles you there and you squirm, accidentally rubbing up against him just right.

“Let me fill you up, my sweet, sweet cherub.” He gushes, hoping it’s not coercion he’s inflicting and hopefully just reassurance. “I want you to the be the mother of my children. Only you.”

And then you pounce.

Thor is taken aback by the weight you throw on him, the flurry to get his pants down and his shirt yanked up over his head. He traces your sides, fingers dragging across your skin slowly which only seems to drive you crazier.

You kiss him hard at first, then after a minute, it softens.

You pull back to look down at him and Thor tries to read that look in your eyes. He tries to understand the resolve there, the grit he can see.

Then you’re kissing him again, these electric fire kisses that seem to make the world around him blur until all he can see, feel, hear, or care about is you and your body and pulling those little chuckles from you in the middle of your romp because the way your voice suddenly shifts into a moan from the happy sound drives him wild and all he wants to do is make you call his name.

What is this intoxication he has with you? That apple taste of you, so much like ale, draws him in and there’s no escaping you now. You’re his, and he can see in your eyes that he is truly yours.

Willingly he gives himself up to you. All thoughts of Jane driven from his mind because how can anyone compare to this draw of you? This perfection?

“Oh, Thor…” You whimper, his hands pulling you slowly against his hips as he pushes himself up with his other arm.

He hits you deep, stretching you wide as he stuffs you with his cock. Your hand is tight around his shoulder, nails digging hard as you bite your lip and muffle your moan.

“No…” He pulls you to him, sitting up then standing up and taking you with him. He turns around then with you falls to the bed. “…no. Let me hear you. I wanna hear you.”

He thrusts in deeper and you cry out loud, legs wrapping around his waist to yank him closer.

“Like that.” Thor whispers, approving of the sound you just made.

He thrusts again and it’s breathier, but still a cry and anyone in the palace will know that he’s made you his, body and soon soul too.

Will he ever tire of your body? Will he ever tire of these sighs and moans?

He doesn’t even need to ask because he knows.

Never.

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One-Shot [OLD]

Steve x Female Reader

Word Count: 2K+

Spoilers: None.

Warnings: Some langauge, poorly written canon typical violence.

A/N: From the same Wattpad as my Tony Two-Shot P1. Edited version.

(Y/N) watched Steve from across the restaurant. She was supposed to have a lady’s night with Natasha, Wanda, and Pepper. However, instead of having a no-boys-in-sight night, the boys happened to land a seat directly in their line of sight. “Why do they always follow us?”

Pepper assumed it was just Tony “He’s just trying to keep an eye on me in case something happened, it seems like something he would do again. It also seemed just like Tony to make it a coincidence that him and the boys were in the same restaurant as them.” She laughed a bit, “Every lady’s night out, Tony would insist that I take something with me as protection, my response is always the same ‘(Y/N) and Nat aren’t enough?’ He is right, I should at least have something with me.”

Natasha nodded, understandingly, “I see why Tony would worry, especially with everything that has happened to him and the team.”

“Would that really explain why everyone is here? I mean, if I were Tony, I would maybe take one person, disguise ourselves, and call for backup if we need it.” (Y/N) said, thinking out loud.

“That sure does seem like a move you and Tony would pull together,” Pepper smiled. “I think I would like to see him do that with someone.”

“Oh, bonus points if the disguises look really fake and cheesy.” (Y/N) laughed.

“If I were to guess, I would guess Vision is the culprit,” Wanda stated, “Sure Tony could worry. I think Bruce and Clint worry too. Vision is new to this kind of this, maybe they told him they would follow us this time and make sure we were all safe, despite me as very capable of taking care of myself.”

“That would make more sense, but only if they just started to follow us around. Vision just seems to be new at being like them.” (Y/N) said.

“I have to agree with (Y/N), but you do have a valid reason, Wanda.” Natasha said, taking a sip from her glass. “(Y/N), who do you think it could be?”

(Y/N) bit her lip, “I’m not so sure, it could be anyone.” She turned her attention back to the boys’ table, more specifically: Steve.

“I want you to know, your staring is very obvious,” Natasha leaned close to (Y/N)’s ear to whisper. “Just don’t start drooling.”

She looked back over at the girls, “Jeez, I wont start drooling, Nat. I swear it. Although, he might be enough to make me drool.”

“Who? Steve?” Wanda and Pepper said together. The grinned widely and laughed to themselves about how they spoke together and thought the same thing.

“Just go talk to him, maybe you two could get out of there together?” Wanda suggested, still smiling. “Maybe also tell him to make everyone stop following us from now on.”

“Oh, hell no, someone else go yell at them to stop. And I don’t think I can just get up and leave with Steve.” (Y/N) shook her head.

“What if I paid you?” Natasha asked.

“Maybe you just need some alcohol in your system,” Wanda said.

“No, and hell no. Although, Nat, how much are you willing to pay me? Enough to go to a fancy dinner with Steve?” (Y/N) chuckled.

“A dollar.”

“Nat, that’s so cheap.”

“Leave poor (Y/N) alone,” Pepper said.

“Thank you, the love of my life, you’re my savior.” (Y/N) laughed, she nearly snorted at her own words. Pepper laughed with her.

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“(Y/N), LOOK OUT!” A recognizable voice called out to (Y/N). She was late to react, her attempt to shield herself from the blow failed. Luckily, Steve slid in front of her with his own shield, “Need an extra shield?”

“I guess I do, Cap’n.” She said, dropping her shield to her side. The threat that was before them vanished yet again, that could only mean it is looking for another member to attack.

“I don’t have one yet, if you have one, tell me now.” Steve said, looking around desperately. “Do we even know what we are fighting?”

“I’m no scientist or anything, Cap’n, but I’m pretty sure it isn’t human.” (Y/N) said, “I’ve been watching its patter, you block it and it finds someone or something else to hit. Maybe it thinks we are playing at game because it keeps coming back around. We were separated on purpose, for this purpose. I’m just made my shopping spree with Vision and Wanda got ruined by this. I don’t like the fact that aliens or freaks of nature just come here like the own the place and ruin my day.” (Y/N) gave Steve a cheeky smile.

“You are something else,” He said.

He looked up and saw the being begun to take form above them again. He readied his shield and (Y/N) followed in suit. The being hovered over the two instead of going in for an attack. Steve furrowed his eyebrows and opted to throw his shield at the being only to find out that his shield phased straight through. Steve stepped back, now without protection.

“That’s unfortunate.” (Y/N) muttered.

(Y/N) grabbed Steve by the arm and pulled him behind her all while keeping her eyes on the being above them. It almost looked like it was studying her and Steve. Without warning another attack was sent down, (Y/N) managed to block most of it. Then the cycle repeated, it disappeared to attack another Avenger and came back around. No one knew where to hit or what to hit.

The being came crashing down on Steve, who was still without his own shield. Steve made an attempt to protect himself, he found himself lying in debris. His ears were ringing, and his vision was blurred.

Enraged, (Y/N) came up with a plan that was bound to fail. If a solid object and phase directly through this creature, what good would fighting it do? In the moment, (Y/N) saw red. Before the being has a chance to vanish once again, she attempted to grasp at an arm-like appendage. To her surprise, she was successful, her fleshy hands were now trying to keep a tight grip on what felt like a slime covered squid. The sound the being made upon being grabbed was that of an unholy shrill, it was deafening. As loud and painful as it was to hear the shrill, (Y/N) held the squid-like creature in place. Tony and Thor both saw this as an opportunity to attack from above. Slowly the creature tried to move forward, it began to drag (Y/N), who was still trying to keep it in place.

Steve stood up, still very disoriented, he made his way to where he thought (Y/N) was. If it wasn’t for the matching shield on her back, Steve never would have been able to make out it was her. He grabbed onto the appendage to help her keep the creature in place while the rest of the team try to finish it. Wanda grazed over a weak point and directed her magic at it. Tony notice what Wanda had found and began to hit the same spot. Rather than falling, the creature exploded, sending Steve and (Y/N) flying backwards towards a pile of debris. (Y/N) tried to stop her herself from hitting the concrete. In attempt to protect her, Steve grabbed her before he hit the pile so she would land on him.

(Y/N) pulled herself to her feet after a moment, “Jesus, Steve!” She hissed and shook her head.

Steve coughed.

“Do you have any idea what you were doing?” (Y/N) lectured, “That was so infuriatingly stupid!”

He chuckled a bit, it turned into a cough. “Did you think I was going to let anything happen to you?” He sounded winded.

“Maybe you should have!” She pulled Steve out of the rubble. “Maybe two injured heroes are better than one stupid Captain America!” (Y/N) tapped into her earpiece, “Stark, I could use a hand. Rogers is a little more injured than I would like him to be.

“More injured than you would like me to be, huh?” Steve questioned.

“Don’t give me that crap, Steve. Only Tony can give me that crap. Just shut up and wait a sec. You need proper help.” (Y/N) spat.

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(Y/N) was curled up on the couch in her favorite blanket. Thor was sitting next to her, the two were engaged in a conversation about how Thor likes it on Earth. To the opposite side of (Y/N), Steve was leaning against her listening to Tony and Bruce talk about what they should start working on next. He did his best to also listen to Thor and (Y/N). Listening to two conversations seemed to exhaust Steve, he tried to nod off.

The team being together was (Y/N)’s idea, she thought it would be a great idea to have a ‘sleepover’. So far Tony and Bruce seemed to be loving the idea more than (Y/N) anticipated.

“Miss (Y/N), it seems that Steve has fallen asleep on your shoulder.” Thor pointed out.

“Oh, maybe that’s why his head felt heavier.” (Y/N) laughed to herself, “I don’t mind it at all.”

Steve was trying to sleep because he was bored and tired. He spent most of the day training and running errands for Tony to be nice. Steve wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to be asleep next to (Y/N), at the same time he couldn’t think of a better place.

“Oh, Tony, could you get me more hot chocolate?” (Y/N) asked.

“Miss (Y/N), I can do that for you.” Thor said.

“Thank you, But I asked Tony! Tony!” (Y/N) held out her cup to Tony with the arm Steve wasn’t laying on.

“Look, just because Star Spangled Banner decided you are more comfortable than a bed, does not mean I will do anything for you. Just move him or something,” Tony told her, not having any of her bossiness.

“Okay, then, just do it when you go to refill your drink, duh!” (Y/N) said with a snarky attitude to match Tony’s. “Hey, Thor could you just drape my blanket on Steve?” (Y/N) shimmied herself out of her blanket the best she could without disturbing Steve. “He’s probably going to need it.”

“Of course,” Thor said, he took the blanket from (Y/N) and draped it quickly over Steve. “Like this?” He asked.

“Yes, perfect. Thank you.”

Natasha and Wanda exchanged looks; they both knew the real reason (Y/N) gave up her blanket. She was more than happy to be Steve’s pillow. She was truly more than happy to go above and beyond for Steve. (Y/N) grew up joking that being someone’s pillow, even a pet, was the greatest honor.

Steve shifted slightly to give the illusion that he truly was asleep, he wanted to understand the intention of giving him her blanket. He needed to pretend to be asleep and hope that someone makes her talk. He knew that she was usually kind to him, she often had her fair share of outbursts that are mostly when he gets hurt, she only calls his stupid. She is usually the first one to assist Steve when he needs it or asks for it. (Y/N) is always excited to see him and be with him, she never gets that excited to be with anyone else. Maybe Clint’s kids. Could she feel the same? Steve wondered.

(Y/N) tensed slightly at Steve’s movement, she was temporarily afraid that they woke him up. She glanced over at Steve, who was still asleep, and she relaxed.

“Now that Star Bangled Banner is asleep,” Tony said, “Tell me what’s going on with you two.”

“What do you mean, Tony?” (Y/N) asked.

“Are you two secretly dating and are too afraid to tell us? Are you just crushing really hard on Steve?” Tony pressed.

“Ha, you’re crazy!” (Y/N) said a bit too loud.

“Tony will pay you if you tell the truth,” Wanda said.

“How much will I get from Tony?” (Y/N) looked at Wanda.

“Tony, how much are you going to pay her?” Wanda leaned to her side to look at Tony.

“Me? Pay her?” Tony asked. “I just want to see if she lies to me and I know that she is. The way she looks at Steve all the time. I saw her staring at Steve the last time we followed you to a girl’s night out.”

“He admits it!” (Y/N) cheered.

“You aren’t denying what I saw.” Tony smirked.

“Because it was true,” (Y/N) sighed. “Damn, I really can’t hide it forever can I?”

“No, but you should tell him, even if you get rejected.” Bruce spoke up.

“Oh my God, Bruce, I forgot you were here.” (Y/N) looked at him with wide eyes. “Oh, that scared me a bit.”

Bruce chuckled, “Amazing.”

“Good job, Bruce, you’re going to give her a heart attack,” Tony said.

“If I promise to tell Steve, will you answer one question?” (Y/N) asked, looking at each of the conscious men.

They all nodded.

“Who is the mastermind behind following us to girl’s night?” (Y/N) asked.

“I’m innocent for the last 5 nights,” Tony put his hands up in defense.

“I would never come up with the idea to follow such strong women,” Thor looked at (Y/N), Natasha, and Wanda.

“It was Steve,” Bruce said. “He wanted to make sure you were alright, and nothing was going to happen, even with Natasha there.”

“I’m so glad you guys trust me to save the girls.” Natasha said, just loud enough to make Wanda laugh.

“That’s crazy, the only time I’m not in good hands is when Natasha isn’t around. She once hit me with my own wine glass. I can’t remember why.” (Y/N) laughed. “I can’t honestly believe that it was Steve’s idea.

“I can,” Natasha said. “I think I also hit you because you did something stupid.”

“Yeah that makes sense,” (Y/N) looked at Natasha. “God, not I have to tell Steve how I feel. That’s going to be hard.”

“Ah, just drop hints and laugh when he has no idea what you mean,” Tony suggested. He got up to refill his drink and kindly tool (Y/N)’s cup with him.

“That’s a terrible idea,” Steve mumbled, deciding it was time to stop pretending to be asleep.

(Y/N) threw herself off the couch and turned to look at Steve, mortified, “Steve! You were awake this whole damn time?” She nearly shouted.

Steve sat up, “Yes, yeah, I was.” He said, looking a little upset that his human pillow left him. “You didn’t need to throw yourself off the couch, I was comfortable.”

“I’m sure the hell you were, you’re such a jerk, Rogers. Now I can’t ask you out!” (Y/N) exclaimed.

Natasha and Wanda laughed watching how animated (Y/N) was being.

“Tony, are you watching?” Bruce called from where he was sitting.

“I was never going to let you ask me out anyway, I’m too old fashioned.” Steve admitted, “I guess I was just too scared myself. But are you really only mad about that?”

“Absolutely. Furious about it.” (Y/N) crossed her arms and looked at Steve.

Tony walked back in with his drink and (Y/N)’s refilled hot chocolate, “When’s the wedding? Am I the best man?”

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Fics that have been moved to Ravens solo account

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I Know Who You Are (Bucky x Reader)

Part One   Part Two 

What’s Happening (Loki x Reader) 

Part one      Part Two      Part Three   

The One Where He Finds The Fanfic (Wade x Reader) 

All Talk (Loki X Reader)

The Reader (Wade x Reader)

Part one     Part Two

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Some Weeks Are Better Than Others Pt. 6

(”...Y’all want communication but here you go doing the exact opposite.”)

*Part 1* *Part 2* *Part 3* *Part 4* *Part 5*

M’Baku x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Plot:  You and M’Baku have to be apart for a business trip you are taking.  Leaving him sucks for you both, but career is important and he supports.  But the trip is a lot more than a test of your value to your job, but to your relationship as well.  

*Previously*

“You definitely need to let her chill until either tomorrow or when she gets back.  She won’t hear a damn thing from you when she can’t see you, eh?  She won’t listen for sincerity, so let her chill.”

M’Baku nods, “You’re probably right.  I just can’t believe all the shit I been through today.”

You start to walk, fast and hard.

“Wait, (Y/N)!  What did you say!  What are you talking about!” Niecy calls after you, jogging to keep up.

You push open the exit door to a vacant hallway and raise your hands above your head to keep yourself from fainting out of breath.  Niecy comes in after you.

“(Y/N) talk to me, what happened?”  Niecy comes behind you to tap your shoulder.

“No!  Niecy, please, I don’t want to do this right now!”  You exclaim, tears starting to fall.

“Oh honey, please.  I want to help you.  I can’t leave you looking like this.”  

You lean against the wall, sliding down the cold glossy paint, sitting on the floor.

Niecy takes the opposite wall in front of you to sit.   “I’ll stay here as long as you need to get your emotions out.”

You look down the hall away from Niecy, tears keep coming though you’re stone faced.  Your heartbeat feels weak as the call keeps playing over and over in your head.  He said he was doing something with her while you would be gone.  What excuse could he have for that?  

You swallow hard to clear your voice, trying to control the trembling.

“He….had another girl…”  you say.

“What do you mean?  How do you know?”  Niecy asks softly.

“....pick up the phone…” you say.

Niecy asks, “A girl answered?”  You nod.  “Ok, uh, you sure it wasn’t family?”

You chuckle at the question, “None of his family is that soft spoken.”

Niecy sighs, “Ok, did she say anything?”

“I think she apologized?  Playing dumb maybe?”  you say trying to remember.  Your phone rings as M’Baku’s name appears on your screen.  You swipe to decline it, picking it up to send him a cease and desist message.

“Is he calling back?”  You nod.  “You need to pick up!  Talk to him so you can get his story of what the hell is going on!”

You stop typing to think on this.  “There’s nothing to say right now, man.  I don’t need to be the bigger person here!  I’m away and he has bitches picking up his gotdamn phone!”  Your voice fills the hallway like it was God’s.  You catch emotion in your throat again as your eyes well over again.  Covering your mouth to choke back your sobs, your phone starts to ring again.   You feel nauseous at the thought of talking to him now, but you close your eyes, take a deep breath and answer the call.

“M’Baku?” You say.

“Yeah, hello love, you forget about me?” he sounds disgustingly chipper.

“Oh, no, who could?  Did you forget me?”  You say, wiping a stray tear away, voice quivering.

“No, never.  What’s wrong?”  he can tell you’re upset.  Anyone could tell at this point.

You clear your throat chuckling to sound light, “Nah, it’s all good.  You got company, I’ll talk to you later.”

“How did you know I had any company?”  He asks suspiciously.  There he goes questioning you instead of explaining himself.

You laugh at his question, anger builds up as you think about what secrets he is hiding, “Why didn’t you tell me your had any?!  But let me fall back, you showed me not to question who you drag up in our damn house, so let me think of YOUR feelings and not ask who the FUCK was the BITCH that picked up your FUCKING PHONE!”  The echo of the hallway gives your fury extra hellfire.

M’Baku starts on you, “Who are you screamin-”

“FUCK OFF!”  you bellow, tossing your phone to the side.  

Niecy looks at you wide eyed without  a word.

You feel an avalanche of grief come over you as you hug your knees, ugly crying it out.  Every time your phone rings you jump, feeling him near and wanting to be so far away.  You text him a message to leave you alone and the calls finally cease.  You calm yourself too as you feel your breakfast starting to work up and the heat in your face starts up some sweat to make for the epitome of a salty mix.

“Hun, did you see any of this coming before now?”  Niecy asks.

You speaky between gasps. “I told him...about training….instagram hoes….now look,”

“Ah, right, he is a personal trainer?  So does he play dumb with you or try to reason with you about who he trains?”

“He just tells me…..no one compares,” your puffy eyes well up again, “That it’s just business and he only loves me.”

“Oh come on, now.  It’s gonna be alright.  Don’t upset yourself more.”

You go on, upset, “He said he loved this fat ass, and now look at this shit!  I’m so fucking tired or lies and secrets and bullshit from him.”  

“Has he lied to you about things before?  Been unfaithful before?”

“I never suspected him.  I just watch people he interacts with.  His friends are all playboys, he works with a lotta models, he gets hit on incessantly and right in front of me!”  You say, feeling sicker by the moment.   He had so many damn opportunities.  “I just don’t know what I should do.”

Niecy nods, “Ok.  Now I don’t know him from Adam right?  So I won’t give a definitive ‘toot it or boot it’.  But I know you gushed about this guy earlier so much, I know he is a great catch.”

You sit playing with your nails.

Niecy continues, “And you talked to me about how you demand a lot of him to a fault.  You are quick to judge and bite, slow to communicate in a careful manner?  So, just remember the good he has, who he is and dissect the truth with that.  And mind you, you haven’t heard his full side of the story yet so, this space is probably the best time for something like this to pop up cuz you have time to cool off.”

You think over what Niecy had to say.  M’Baku has been one in a million to you.  He praises you for your looks, personality, and credits you for his drive and maturity.  Plus he never lets up on piping you down so you honestly couldn’t see him having the stamina to pass it around elsewhere.  You still couldn’t bring yourself to call him back due to timing and pride.  

You say with a drag, “Yeaaaah, I see you,  Niecy, I just can’t do this now though,  I’ll deal with it when I get back home.  I am spent emotionally and physically and I have nothing kind to think about saying right now.”

“And when you have nothing nice to say, don't say nothing at all!  Plus you could dig a deeper hole for yourselves,”  Niecy says.

You point at her, “Bingo!”  You get up swiping any dust off your behind.  “Thanks for listening.  God, you are the best thing to happen to me on this trip.”

Niecy smiles, “Oh girl, you puttin up with me is the blessing.  I’m just trash with a little professional leverage.  But you are a great person and friend.”

You all hug as a door opens to the hallway and a loud mouth person is talking on the phone.

“Uh-huh, no I got that cleared up at the clinic real quick so I’m telling you, that one ain’t one of the bad ones.”  

You and Niecy break from your hug and look up to see Shay, whose laugh fills the hall around you like Wicked Witch of the East.  

“Oh, I gotta call you back.  So y’all up in here huh?  Are y’all janitorial?  Cafeteria?  Cuz I'm getting you fired today.”

You step to Shay, “Fuck outta here.  The we are participants in the conference apparently just like your raggedy ass.”

Niecy grabs your arm, “Shay is it?  What region do you work in?”

“Eastern bitch.  Crackneck County to be exact and your Dexter’s Lab looking ass is the FIRST to be mine for fucking up my hair with that water you sprayed.”  Shay says venomously.

Shay smiles unphased, “Well what won’t go over well is if I, an HR exec, reports of an employee targeting another employee with homophobic epithets.”

Shay screws her face up, “W-what did you s-”

Niecy steps up to her.  What she lacked in stature, she made up for in attitude and power.  “I said what I said.  The disgusting language you used to describe me and my friend based on your prejudice assumptions were shameful and threatening.  So, it’s your word against mine and thank God I have truth on my side.  And if you want to keep harassing (Y/N)”  she says pointing back at you.  “....all she has to do is say a word and your ass is better count on a plan B for employment, understand?”

Shay looks down at Niecy, fuming but calming down for her own sake.  “Ok then.”  Shay looks at you and says with a neck roll,  “We good, then.”

You stomp towards her, Niecy promptly cutting you off.  “You take your ass on, you dirty ass, Maury guest lookin, cousin fucker ass bitch!”  

Shay’s mouth goes agape before she huffs and walks on out.

“Getchu some new dick in ya life witcho salty unsatisfied broken pussy havin hoe!”  you yell after her at the very to of your lungs.  Your heartbeat reaches your forehead as you are filled with anger.  

Niecy rubs your back, “Ok, ok.  I couldn’t protect you from an assault charge but you gave her a good tongue lashing.  That was good.”

You heave, breath heavy from the spew of insults you delve out.  The heaves turned into sobs once again as you cover your mouth to suffocate the feelings of rejection, pain, mistrust that fell heavy on your mind.  You didn’t know what M’Baku was into, but the way he made you feel at this moment was something you couldn’t take and the thought of seeing him for the first time ever filled you’re with dread.  

The rest of the conference day is a blur.  You got through it in a haze; your body on autopilot as your mind ran wild.  Mostly of him being in bed with another woman, you and his bed.  He smiles lovingly in the face of someone more beautiful, capable of appreciating all of him.  You did love him, so damn much.  But not all relationships last forever and maybe this was just a ‘lesson learned’ one.  

You go back to your room jaded and exhausted.  Kicking your shoes off you fall to our bed.  You feel thirsty, dehydrated from the lack of fluids replacing your tears but you found the suffering to be of comfort, succumbing to the gloom.  Your phone vibrates once: a text came in.  Your heartbeat picks up on cue.  Your state of sulking would not allow your heart to open up for apologies, explanations, or at worse: blame.  You don’t want to look at it, but the curiosity was too much to bear.  You didn’t want to spark a read receipt so you check who it is.  A wave of relief falls over you as you see Niecy’s name flash across the screen.

Hey girl.  I’m finished for the day, so I could use a drink and I think you could too.  Meet me at the hotel bar?

Drinking definitely fit your depressive state right now so you were eager.  Sure, just let me get a nap in and I’ll see you around 9.

You turn over closing your eyes, red and puffy from the days events.  You sigh deeply but your lungs feel congested.  You have an ache in your shoulders from hunching over.  You feel hollow more than human, taking on all of your sorrow inside with little relief inside.  That drink couldn’t come soon enough.

You wake up hours later.  Stretching makes your joints crack uncomfortably and your feel more exhausted than when you went down.  Every bit of you wanted to cancel on Niecy but you needed a drink and a good time to get your mind off of things.  You get up slowly and walk to the sink in the bathroom. Taking a paper cup, you fill it with water and drink it hastiy.  You feel it absorb into your tired body, energy picking up within you.  

Looking in the mirror, you spray a leave in to awaken your curls, clean your face to add a little makeup for a natural look.  Staring at yourself you look over your features, loving every blemish, crease, melanated hue that covers your face.  You grow defiant at how stupid someone could be to choose someone else over you, sneaking around on THIS for what?  Throwing away three years with this good good on demand for some second hand snatch?  No.  Digging through your clothes, you decide tonight you’re dressing to the nines.  You wanna nothing but a penile standing ovation when you walk into the room.  Putting your best assets on display, if M’Baku wasn’t going to enjoy this, someone will.

You make it to the lobby seeing Niecy sitting there chatting up the bartender as they were ld pals by now.  The bartender must’ve signaled your arrival as Niecy turned to see you, jaw dropping.

“Girl!  Did you visit the House of Heaux Couture before getting here??  Where did this dress come from?”  she says shooketh.

You sit down, looking unphased.  “I don’t even know why I packed this but I needed it now.”  You ask the bartender for a drink.

Niecy nods as she knocks back another sip of her drink. “Ahh, so this is the revenge dress.  Ok girl, I see you!  So does that mean you’re-”

You cut her off, “It means I am not worried about nothing but a good time tonight.”  The bartender slides your drink to you.  “Here’s to loving life, looking good, and bitches staying out of my damn way.”  You and Niecy clink glasses

A couple doubles in, you start slurring you appreciation to Niecy.  “Girl.  I have gotta say, you are the baddest bitch I ever met.  I hope you don’t mind me calling you a bitch.”

Niecy leans on her hand looking at you, “Mm-mm.  We reclaimed bitch, bitch.  Don’t even worry.”

You nod vigorously, “I have sooooo much respeck for ya.  I can’t wait to grow up and be you someday.”

Niecy caps a hand on your knee, “No, you can be so much better than me.”

“No I can’t.”  

Niecy shakes her head, “Nah, nah, none of that.  You have an ass load of potential in you.  I can see that drive, the gumption to get shit done.  You just have to make that energy into something you really care about.”

You look at your drink sullen faced.  “I used to care about a lot but then it goes and fucks an Instagram bitch.  And I mean bitch in the traditional way.”

Niecy points at you, “Ah yes, the female dog.  Attracting all the non-neutered dogs and shotgunning there kids in right and left.”

You face goes long, “Oh God, what if she’s pregnant?”

Niecy chokes, “What??”

“The girl he fucking around with.  What if he got her pregnant?  That’s why he comfortable having her in my house.  If he’s having her baby, he definitely through with me.”  You say as you take down your drink at the thought.  The once smooth drink, felt like shards going down.

“Ok, we’re done here.”  Niecy slaps some money on the bar.  “Smitty, my man!  Always a pleasure.”

“It’s Joseph, ma’am.”  The bartender says.

“Well give that tip to Smitty then, he was more fun.  But WE are going to the club to dance this out.  No more conspiracy theories, relationship talk, none of that.”  Niecy says, dragging your arm to pull you off your stool.

The club was hopping today as the playlist had some Megan thee Stallion on rotation.  Turned into exactly what you needed as the lyrics of taking niggas and fucking up bitches fit your current mindset of not giving a fuck.  Niecy hyped you up as you confidently dropped some impromptu choreography as you mouthed the words in your personal one woman show.  

As the song ends, some KOD by J. Cole begins to bump.  You start to feel it but before you can get into it, the crowd begins to move.  You and Niecy look around the people as you see why space is being made.  You feel the ground bump before you see them.  Some guys are stepping in the middle of the floor, using the dancefloor like its a probate.  They move their shoulders and hips with such fluidity before switching it up to some hard hitting stomps, jerking their bodies in coordination with strength and grace.  One of the men catch your eye as the gu you dance with the night before.  His locs flop on top of his head, gold flashing as he growls on cue with his brothers.  You point this out to Niecy who nods knowingly.  The song ends and the crowd erupts at their showmanship.  As the crowd congregates again, Niecy pulls you to her.

“So, you tryna go and talk to him or what?”

“Him?  Uhhh…”

Niecy waves, jumping and shouting to get his attention.  Your liquid courage drains as you sober up at the thought of him noticing you.  You make your way to the bar before she succeeds.  Requesting a drink from the bartender was hellish compared to the hotel bar.  So many people gone out there mind, crowding the bar with their nonsense.

“Whatchu drinkin?”  a voice asks.

You look and see the guy from earlier.  Dammit, Niecy.

“Hey, uh I would love to get a rum and coke but that’s not happening any time soon from the looks of things.”  You say patting the bar impatiently.

He looks down the bar, “Yeah, it looks that way.  You really want that drink?”

You look at him suspiciously, “I mean I want one, but I don’t need it that bad.”

He scratches his beard looking at you cooly, “I can get you something, but you just gotta trust me a little bit.”

You scoff at his suggestion.

He smiles licking his lips.  “If you can trust a complete stranger to get you a drink at a bar, I promise it’ll be good.”

You smile shaking your head.  What would you be getting into if you said yes.  

You shrug, “Aight.”

He raises his eyebrows, “For real?”

You nod, “Mhm.”

“Ok, when I put you on this bar, I need you to show out.”

You look at him skeptical, “What?”

“One, two, three.”  He grabs you up to sit you in the bar.  On cue you get up and strut across the bar.  Trina was playing and luckily you could act up to the song properly as Killin You Hoes blasted and the crowd cheered at your performance.  You gave the full gambit: pointing at the crowd, touching hands, dropping it low as you click clacked across the soaked wood.  The bartender was yelling at you to get down and you look for your guy.  He was a few feet ahead of you, waving for you to come down.  You go over to him reaching out as he lifts you down.

“Ok, come on!”  He takes your hand and leads you through the hoards of people and out the club.  

You trot behind him until y’all find a quiet corner with a bus stop bench.  You plop down to catch your breath and rest your feet.

“Oh my God.  What the fuck was that about?  I thought you were getting the drink.”

He reaches into his pants to pull out a half bottle of white rum.

“You stole?!”  You exclaim.

He chuckles,”Nah princess.  This here is reparations.”  He twists the top off and takes a swig, passing it off to you.

You take it, wiping the mouth off with the hem of your dress before drinking.  The liquid warms your gut as you fill it.

“Woo, girl.  Taking it to the head.  Here, give me that back.”  He takes it and sets it under the bench.  “So nobody pulls over questioning us.”

You nod feeling the cloudy drunkenness taking over.  “Ahh, you smart.”

He leans back with an arm over the bench.  “I know.  So what’s your story?”

You squint at him, “What you talkin bout, Willis?”   You pull your heels off, rubbing the soles of your feet, making you groan with relief.  He sees you do this and takes one foot on your lap.

“Hey hey!  Ask me before you do some shit like that.  Bout to display my whole crotch to the damn city.

He’s rubbing your foot unbothered.  “Well shiet, my bad.”  He smirks at you, “What’s a pretty thing like you up in the club doing bar dances for drinks for?  You got a day gig?”

You cover your face ugly laughing, “First of all, that was your damn idea.  Second, I do, but that’s none of your concern.”

“You got a man though, right?”  He asks.

You scoff, “Yeeup.”  

“You don’t sound happy bout it though.”  he says massaging your other foot.

You moan at the new sensation, fresh blood working through your feet.  “Yeah, well I ain’t been happy right now.  I think he cheated on me.”

“Oh shit!  You catch him or he tell you?”

“Caught him.  Not in an act but a girl picked up the phone.”  you say scratching your scalp.

“You sure it wasn’t a cousin or somethin?”

“No, I know it wasn’t.  He didn’t say who it was but that’s enough for me.”

“It is?” he asks.

You snatch your feet from him adjusting your dress down.  “Yeah, it is.  He shouldn’t have a girl in my house without explanation.”

He leans back nodding thoughtfully.  “I agree.  But you have no explanation from him yet?”

You shake your head.  “So he ain’t answering your calls?”

“I’m not answering his.”

He cocks his head to the side in thought, “Females always be like, ‘he never talk to me’ and shit.  Y’all want communication but here you go doing the opposite.”  he says smirking and pointing at you.

“Well your lesson for today is not all women are alike.  I don’t need to reach to him, he can do that.  He is wrong.”

He nods, “If he cheatin, I agree.  You are the baddest woman I’ve seen in a while and if you didn’t have a man, I’d be pulling out all the stops to get you.”

“Like the foot rubbing?”  you ask.

He guffaws, “Uh yeah, that’s a sure thing too.  Felt good right?”  He says pushing your shoulder gently.

You look at him intently.  “It really did.  This is probably the best interaction I’ve had all week, with a guy.  And looking as good as you? Nigga!”  You say throwing your hands up.

“Well you just tell me when you want me gone, and I’m out.  But you’re getting a happy ending tonight, no doubt.”

You giggle, “You’d like that huh?”

“He stares at you, leaning in, “I really would though.”

You feel something you haven’t felt in what seemed like an eternity.  Something reserved for M’Baku, only achieved by him.  But here you are, in heat with someone else.

“Pass me that bottle then.”  you say.

The next morning you wake up in a daze in your hotel room.  The sun's rays blind you as they seep in greeting you.  You sit up as the sheets wrap around your bare skin, cool and calming.  A note is on the pillow next to you.  You pick it up and read:

Thanks for the good time last night. A phone number followed.

Your heart dropped as you thought over last night.  Bar, club, and then that guy.  Oh shit, you thought as you looked at your nakedness underneath the covers.

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M for Mistletoe

Alpha Loki x Omega Rader

Summary: Loki is a little unsure about Earth’s tradition when it comes to Christmas. There is one that he enjoys especially.

Warnings: pure fluff

Word Count: 754 A/N: My first ever Loki fic, it’s just a little something, so I hope you’ll enjoy it. Let me know, and tomorrow is the last day, because tomorrow is Christmas in my country :) xx

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Having an Alpha from another world was magical. Not only could you travel to Asgard and spend your time with Loki there, but you could also teach him about your world, and it was the funniest and most lovely thing ever.

It was the little things that made you smile the most. When you first mated, it had to be in Asgard, on their holy soil, so that you could become half-goddess, just like Loki, so that you could spend eternity together. When you came to Earth the first time as a mated couple, Loki was a little confused, to say the least.

He didn’t understand why he couldn’t throw a glass on the floor when he finished drinking the liquid inside. He was confused as to why he couldn’t walk around with a cape thrown around him and why people stared at him as if he fell out of the sky. His mind was reeling when people yelled, fainted or almost attacked him when he did his magic in front of ordinary people.

You had to sit him down one day and explain to him all the things you found normal. He was staring at you the whole time, his eyes wide, trying to remember all the information you were giving him. He was like a kid, eager for anything you were willing to give him.

But the most fun came when it was time for Christmas on Earth for the first time. You flew through Bifrost, excitement almost palpable on you, your eyes gleaming, your whole face beaming with joy.

Loki wasn’t that excited, mostly because he didn’t really know what to expect. But seeing the joy on your face was enough for him. He couldn’t care less about what was about to happen when they landed, but your childish excitement made him giddy for you.

When you landed on your parent’s backyard, you almost sprinted towards the door, Bucky hot on your heels. The whole house was lit by the Christmas lights your father set up some days ago. Your parents greeted you with huge hugs, and then let you go to do the things you loved the most. Decorating the tree and hanging the mistletoe.

Loki stood there in the living room, watching you fret and run around the house, getting all the decoration to one place so that you could hang them just as you envisioned. This year, you wanted to make the tree in three colours: silver, green, and gold. You were throwing everything on, leaving the tree only to peck Loki’s lips once in a while so that he didn’t feel so abandoned.

Once it was ready, even though Loki didn’t understand why you had to put some sparkly things on a dead plant, but the bliss on your face made his own lit up.

It was only when you hung the mistletoe, another dead plant in Loki’s eyes did he finally like some tradition himself.

You put the mistletoe in the door frame leading to the kitchen, the most frequented place in the whole house, to use it as an opportunity to kiss your Alpha all the time.

You stood there, waiting if he noticed that you were waiting on him. He cocked a brow.

“What are you waiting for, my dove?”

You smiled slyly and beckoned him to come closer. “This is a tradition, Alpha. You should kiss whoever is standing under the mistletoe both because it would bring us both bad luck because it symbolises fertility. It would be horrible if you didn’t kiss me every time I’m standing underneath it, wouldn’t it?”

Loki smirked and bent down to capture your lips. The kiss was sweet and slow, Loki appreciating his new favourite tradition. When he pulled away, he was still smirking like a devil and holding you close to his body.

“I don’t understand you humans, but this? This I like very much, and I think we should hang mistletoe even in our dwelling in Asgard so that I can have an excuse to kiss you all the time.”

You laughed and caressed his cheek. “You don’t need no excuse, Alpha. I’m yours forever.”

He smiled and kissed you again, this time much more lustfully, with much more fervent. “It would still be nice, you know? It’s the one tradition I could get used to.” And you could get used to this playful side of him, beaming like the sun. Yup, this Christmas would be great, you could feel it in your bones.

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Color program, yes please! My favorite color is rose gold. I really dont like gold, its to flashy and hard. Rose Gold is a lot softer and warm. Im minimalist and I love simplicity. Rose Gold portrays that. Short sweet and simple, like me lol character pairing is up to you :)

Bucky didn’t like the new, flashy metals. back in the day, wedding rings were silver. but now, he couldn’t even stand silver.

the gold of the phone Stark required him to have.

the gold inlay on his arm.

the silver of the vibranium surrounding him.

the shine of brass and platinum that everyone had adorning their necks and wrists, even you had-

wait , no. it wasn’t as harsh. it was...soft. it had a pink tone. it was nice.

and it was everywhere. on your necklace, your rings, your phone. it was just calm and soft and didn’t try and sell itself.

like you.

Bucky caught your eyes, definitely watching him stare at you. and when you smiled at him, Bucky decided he needed to go buy some rose gold items, he had a new favorite color.