#sass and angst and yearning and KISSING

[yourenotdonefighting]

Always, Forever Running Back to You

Post-01x09, Daredevil: Born Again

Frank knocks once, just once, then steps back and glances down the dim, too-quiet hallway. The place is clean and seems safe enough, but it’s not the kind of hotel that has heightened security or anyone who’d notice if something went sideways. Good thing he’s there.

He braces one hand on the doorframe and ducks his head, his other hand curling around his ribs. Something’s cracked in there, for sure, courtesy of those sorry fucking excuses for cops. Bunch of dumbass fanboys. And he’ll deal with them. Soon. But first Frank needs to see Karen. He has things to get off his chest. 

“Karen, it’s me,” he says, his voice rough but quiet. “Open up. Please?”

The lock clicks almost immediately, and the door opens. She’s standing there barefoot, in jeans and a worn Columbia crewneck sweatshirt, her blonde hair still damp from the shower and twisted into a loose bun at the top of her head. 

Her eyes sweep over him, cataloging every cut and bruise that hadn’t been there the day before. They linger on his face, on his left eye that’s purple and swollen.

“You look like shit,” she says, pushing the door wide and stepping back to let him in. There’s no heat behind the words, just a thread of worry and exhaustion. “Been busy?”

Frank huffs a breath, almost laughing because, that’s the understatement of the fucking century. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.” 

Karen turns on her heel and pads back into the room, leaving him to follow. It’s as close to an invitation as he’s going to get. He steps inside, locking the door behind him, and follows her to where she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, sinking down beside her. His body aches from the inside out, but the mattress dips under their weight, and he relaxes — just a little — for the first time since he answered the phone to find her on the other end.

[holylulusworld]

When we were kids

Summary: It’s his turn to wait.

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, past Fratboy!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader

Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings, best friends to enemies, jealousy, hopeful ending

A/N: This sequel got inspired by another song from Walking on Cars “When We Were Kids”. Lyrics in Italics taken from the song.

A/N: So, I decided to give this story a sequel. It's necessary to read the first part to understand the story.

<< Part 1 - Waiting on the corner

Yeah, it was better back when we were kids  Thought we knew everything, we really did  Had no money but so rich  Nobody cared about what we did  Another fight and another kiss  But now it's water under the bridge

Bucky watches you walk away from him with your head held high. You don’t turn around, even though, it takes anything in you to not give in and look over your shoulder.

It took you years to get to this point. Years of yearning, crying, and wailing with pain. The pain Bucky caused because some girl he barely knew, and didn’t even love, was more important.

His shoulders sag, and he sighs deeply. What did he expect to happen? Did he honestly believe you’d forgive him so easily after you left town because of him? 

He thinks of better times. Times in which you looked up at him like he was your whole world.  

But I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Ten years ago, months before Bucky met Dot, …

“Doll, it’s spaghetti Friday,” Bucky mutters as you run through the living room, a bunch of noodles in your hands. He’s chasing after you, calling your name.

You giggle and speed up when he gets closer. Dashing toward the middle of the room you almost run Steve over. 

“Whoa, watch out, Y/N,” Steve jumps out of your way. “What has gotten into you two!” He yells as Bucky throws a handful of spaghetti your way only to hit Steve right in the face. The pasta drops on his shirt, and he sighs. “What the fuck, Buck!”

“We are having spaghetti Friday,” Bucky says, expecting Steve to understand what he means. The blonde frowns. Bucky and you always come up with crazy new rituals and Steve can’t keep up with all the shit the two of you pull all the time. “Y/N started a fight! She wanted to have farfalle, Steve. Farfalle for spaghetti Friday. That’s a sacrilege, my friend.”

“They look pretty on a plate, Buck. I wanted my plate to look pretty, and they were cheap,” you pout. “Why not try something new?” 

“I want spaghetti. They look manly.” Bucky says, making you snort as he defends the spaghetti. 

“Yeah. Because they remind you of your dick,” you sass back. With your hands on your hips, you give Bucky the stinky eyes. “You wanna eat dick.”

He chuckles, but his heart flutters as you step closer to put the spaghetti in his hands. “My dick is much thicker, doll. I can prove it.”

“Just tell this to yourself, Buck,” you gently pat his cheek. He hums and drops his eyes to your lips. If only he found the guts to finally tell you how he feels about you. “Now, Steve will decide which noodles we’ll eat. You hit him with pasta after all.”

“Keep me out of your crazy fights,” Steve grunts. He looks down at his brand-new shirt, decorated with spaghetti. I got a hot date, and you just ruined my shirt. Now I gotta change before I pick her up.”

“Sharon again?” You turn your attention toward Steve, making Bucky pout. “So, are you in love Steven Grant Rogers? Is she the one? Can you imagine marrying her?”

Steve’s cheeks turn pink. He clears his throat and tries to not give away he has a huge crush on Sharon. Maybe it’s even more than a crush this time. 

“Wrap it before you tap it, Stevie.” You groan at Bucky’s words. “Do you need condoms? I got a whole drawer full of…”

You snap your head toward Bucky to glare at him. “We got it Bucky. You have a lot of condoms because you fuck every girl with a pulse. Stop dragging Steve into your shit. He’s a good guy. Sharon deserves a good guy. We all do.”

Bucky watches you sigh deeply because so far, you didn’t get lucky finding a good guy. And the one you could fall in love with asks every girl out but you. 

“Uh-first base,” Steve mumbles. “Sharon wants to take things slow. I’ll wait.”

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you,” you hug Steve. “I knew you’re a good guy.”

“HEY! I’m a good guy too,” Bucky grunts. He had hoped you’d see more in him than a promiscuous frat boy one day. Now he knows better. Maybe he should give in to Dot’s advances and go on a date with her…

Ooh, tell me what I'm gonna do now 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me out Tell me what I'm gonna do now Because I realize now I need you I'd do anything now to see you

Now, …

Hear me, hear me I still call out for you Yeah, I still call out for you

Bucky walks back into the gymnasium, avoiding everyone but Natasha. He goes straight to her to ask her if she knows where you went to.

“Nat, hey. Do you know Y/N’s hotel?” He asks, hoping to see you again tonight. “Natasha?”

Natasha is tangled in Clint’s arms. She dips her head to glance at Bucky, frowning deeply. “How shall I know? She said something about leaving to clear her mind. I think she left.”

“Where to?” Bucky groans. “I need to know.”

“Ask Wanda, they talked before Y/N left. I was kinda busy with…”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “I got that you were busy sucking the life out of Barton’s tongue.” He looks around the room to find Wanda. 

“Who asked you?” Natasha mutters. “Get out of my sight.”

Another consequence, another day And now I'm caught up in a rat race Yeah, no money, just got picked You take me back to when I was free You take me back to a memory To the water under the bridge

Walking around the room Bucky despairs. Wanda is nowhere to be found, you are gone, and Natasha was no help. 

What did you say? You want to meet him at your special place. “But when?” He asks himself. “I can’t wait there for hours…”

“Here,” Wanda appears out of nowhere. She hands Bucky a piece of paper. “Y/N told me to give you this.” She sizes Bucky up. “If you hurt her, I’ll castrate you. Don’t believe for one moment I won’t find you, Barnes.”

He takes the piece of paper, feeling his heart speed up once again. Just like it did the moment he laid eyes on you tonight.

Bucky leaves Wanda, and the party behind. He almost runs out of the building and toward his parked car to read your message to him in silence.

After unlocking the car, he jumps into the driver’s seat and unfolds the letter.

“Our special place. Tomorrow. At eight.”

“At eight…” he furrows his brows. “In the morning or evening.” Bucky groans because he’s got no clue if you want to have breakfast or dinner with him. “Doll…you always have been bad with time.”

Ooh, tell me what I'm gonna do now 'Cause I feel a little lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me out Tell me what I'm gonna do now Because I realize now I need you I'd do anything now to see you Hear me, hear me

Almost ten years ago, months before he met Dot, …

“Christ on a cracker, Y/N!” Bucky throws his hands up as you finally walk inside the apartment you share with your grumpy roommate. “Where have you been all day?”

“What?” You didn’t even make it inside the living room before Bucky started to look you all over. “Hey. What’s wrong with you?”

“Yesterday you said that you’ll be back at ten!” He argues and points at the watch on the wall. “It’s fucking ten p.m., Y/N!”

“Yeah, I know. I told you that I’ll be back at that time!”

“You said ten and I believed you mean in the morning,” Bucky releases a shuddery breath. “I was about to call the cops, doll! Never scare me like that again.”

“Oh-I forgot to write a.m. again,” you giggle, but your laughter dies when you watch Bucky. “I’m sorry for worrying you, Buck. I thought you knew I meant ten p.m.”

“I did not and was worried sick! Plus, you forgot your damn phone again! If you leave the apartment, tell me where you are going and when you will be back. And use a.m. and p.m. from now on!”

“Buck,” you wrap Bucky in a hug. “Love you too big grump.” He grins when you hold him tightly. “How can I make things up to you?”

“I’ll decide which movie we will watch tonight.” You’re tired and want to sleep for a week, but Bucky was worried about you. You will stay awake as long as possible and watch a movie with him.

“Deal.”

Half an hour later you are asleep in Bucky’s lap. He runs his hand over your hair, gently patting your head. “Never scare me like that again, doll…”

Now, Bucky’s car…

“Fine. I’ll be there at eight a.m., doll, and wait for you…”

The next morning, your special place, …

I still call out for you  Oh, I still call out for you  Hear me, hear me  I still call out for you  'Cause I feel a little lost without you  I'm a little bit lost without you  Hear me, hear me It was better back when we were kids

 No money, so rich Take me back to a memory  To the water under the bridge

Bucky shuffles from one foot to the other. He came here, on time. It’s past ten a.m., and you still haven’t shown up. “Fuck…maybe I got it wrong, and she wanted me to meet her at eight p.m.?”

He gets the piece of paper back out, rereading the few lines you wrote. 

Bucky sighs. What if he didn’t get it wrong? What if you won’t show?

“Still waiting, huh?” Steve steps out of his hideout to tease his friend. “Do you think she will show?”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky panics. Last time you were in his shoes and Steve showed up to tell you Bucky won’t come to meet up with you. 

“Uh-getting me some coffee,” Steve lies. He and Sharon wanted to find out if you will give his best friend a second chance. The first thing Bucky did was to call Steve and tell him what happened.

“She won’t show, I guess.” Bucky sits down on the sidewalk. He looks at his hands, sighing deeply. “I deserve this, right? I fucked up big time back then. I should’ve told Y/N that I love her. I didn’t even like Dot. She was the worst.”

“How much did you love her?” Steve asks. “Bucky, be honest with me.”

“So much that I forgot to eat and couldn’t sleep when she went on a date. I panicked any time she was running late. One time she was holding my hand while we were watching a slasher movie. I imagined this is how it feels when walk down the aisle together.”

“Hmmm…” you sit down next to Bucky, nodding at Steve as he looks down at you and his friend. “I bet you did dirty things in the showers too, imagining it’s me rubbing your spaghetti dick.”

“Stop with the spaghetti dick! I told you it’s thicker,” Bucky argues. “And farfalle don't count as pasta. It’s…too pretty.”

“That’s the whole point,” you talk back. “They look pretty, and you eat them to feel pretty inside too.”

Bucky snorts at that. “You’re late…like two hours late. Do you even know how to read a watch?”

You shrug. “I thought you should wait a little longer. I waited for much longer, only for you to not show. Now you will buy me breakfast and tea. They still make the best in town. So, I heard.”

Bucky slowly gets up, holding out his hand for you.

He doesn’t know where you go from here. But you showed, and he will be damned if he doesn’t take the chance and tries to win your heart over again…

I still call out for you Oh, I still call out for you Hear me, hear me I still call out for you 'Cause I'm a little bit lost without you I'm a little bit lost without you Hear me, hear me

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[leatherednlace]

Missed Call

Steve Rogers x Male reader

Tags - Angst, Mentions of past, Mentions of Trauma, Fluff, Steve being big G A Y, Kissing, Implied smut, Waking up to each other.

Steve never answers his calls, but you couldn’t blame him, he was saving the world…but what if your missed call reaches Steve?

A/N - This is literally Steve being a hopeless romantic…enjoy! (Also i do apologise if there are any spelling mistakes)

Taglist - @softboy5393 @superfanficnatural @wonder-cole @flamencodiva @myybebe

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You listened to the rain pelt against the large window’s of your room. Watching the droplets cascade into singular lines conjoining at the bottom of the glass.

You hadn’t been able to sleep, not since yesterday night when the idea had come to you. It wasn’t easy living across from steve, each night for the past several years you’ve known him, nothing but ravishing thoughts plagued your mind.

you yearned for him…

The thoughts of waking up to his dimpled smile every morning, those large arms protecting you from everything and anything, the jokes you would share about your other friends.

These thoughts are what urged you to dial his number. Blinking, you looked down, now focused on your unlocked phone. Steve happened to be one of the few contacts you had, seeing his name had your heart skipping beats.

Your thumb hovered over the “call” botton as if you were tempted to flick the screen up and completely abandon ship. You shook your head, way to many thoughts…voices telling you no, that this is bad, you shouldn’t do this…

Your thumb twitched forwards, pressing the button, you were now calling him. Placing the phone to your ear you heard the usual dialling sound which had your body grimacing, chills ran down your spine at the thought of actually telling Steve how you really felt.

Your heartbeat was loud in your ears, the phone shaking in your unsteady hand.

“You have reached voicemail, please dial one to leave a message after the tone”. The common bleep sounded out into the room. You stilled, seconds going by in which you were silent, lips sealed.

You couldn’t do it…you just couldn’t. You hear the answer machine decline as you throw the phone away out of your reach. Overwhelmed you bury yourself in your blankets hoping to never ever do something like that again…you got your hopes up.

You couldn’t help but feel the twang of pain deep down in your stomach, you really did want Steve in every way possible.

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Steve hadn’t had much time to himself lately, his life as a super soldier was nothing but busy. Working with the avengers left a hole in his life, something he wasn’t sure he could ever fill.

Walking into the doors of the tower, Steve said his goodbyes to his teammates, stalking towards the elevator near the entrance.

He smiled as he watched Bucky, Sam and the others take the stairs, clearly Steve had a rough day and he wanted nothing more then to sink into his mattress and sleep away the pain of…practically everything.

Nothing has been the same since the snap, since he lost Bucky…then you…but you were okay both now, safe and sound, you were probably sleeping right now which only had Steve faintly smiling at the peaceful thought.

He sighed, one of his fingers pressing the “75th” button. He raised his eyebrows always forgetting how tall the building actually is, but it wasn’t so bad living across you it had it’s up’s…many up’s.

You helped fill this “hole” he had ever since the snap, the pain he once felt has subsided over the years, he wanted nothing more then to tell you how he really felt about you…

His fingers fidgeted around with his belt, looping around the leather material, awaiting the lift to finally stop so he could just go to sleep.

It takes a few minutes to reach the floor he lived on, but as soon as the door’s opened he walked quickly to his apartment entrance, turning the golden handle he walked in, leaving his thoughts at the door.

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He had taken a shower, now wearing loose sweat pants and a fitted grey t-shirt. The pillows on the couch supported his aching back as he settled into the softness, head falling back as he lays, still.

His fingers fidgeted as he bore his eyes into the ceiling trying to relax and sleep away the soreness of his body and the trauma is had received this past week.

Glancing over at the coffee table he notices the screen of his phone light up in the dark living room. One of his arms reach out to grab it, grasping the phone and bringing it closer to his face.

He never usually received calls, maybe from Bucky time to time to discuss the missions they had together, but hardly ever from you.

His heartbeat began to pick up…is it important? It took seconds to make his mind up, legs already taking him to the door, opening it he stepped out in the vacant hallway, eyes set on your door directly across from him.

He walks slowly as if he was regretting his choice already, but he carries on, now standing infront of it he sighs quietly, his hand coming up to bang his knuckles on the door, knocking.

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Your met with a sincere smile.

He looked tired, your own eyes settling on his features. “S-Steve” you stutter, shocked to see him at your door so late…

His eyebrows furrow knowing you were a little confused. “I received a missed call from you, just thought I’d check in” his deep new york accent like music to your ears, it relaxed you slightly, now remembering the reason he was at your door.

You couldn’t say it…could you? You couldn’t admit how you feel about him, right now, right here…

“I-I” before you could say anything his lips were on your, his beard tickling your upper lip and and cheeks, forcing you backwards into your apartment and slamming the door shut with his foot.

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You awake to a pair of strong arms wrapped around your body, holding you close to his chest. You turn slightly to be met with that oh so sweet smile.

“Morning” you peck him in on the lips, you had been dreaming of this day for most of the time you’ve known Steve, here you were, wrapped up in his arms.

“Morning sweetheart” he mumbles back with a jolly yet groggy tone, still half asleep. But to Steve’s surprise that doesn’t stop your hand from prevailing down towards his crotch.

“Can the oldman handle some early morning activities?” You sass, Steve chuckling, nodding in the process. His hands snaking around your waist to yank at your boxers.

“The question is…are you ready?”

[lunaserenade]

Return to Me

Author's Note: MASSIVE thank you again to @violentcosmicsymphony and @briefgalaxycat for beta reading this and encouraging the ideas that have been spilling out of my brain.

Masterlist

Part two of the Meet Me at Sunrise series

Previous Chapter: No Questions Asked

Next Chapter: Clandestine

Words: 917

Warnings: Angst, sass, and sweet yearning.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x FBI Agent!Reader

Summary: Marcus is fine with undercover missions as long as he's the one putting himself in danger.

Two weeks. It was supposed to be two weeks and you were back safely in his arms. Six weeks later you were still deep undercover, and his nerves were shot. Marcus wasn’t thrilled when you had to go undercover, but he knew you were the best one for the mission. They had been trying to pin down a forger whose pieces had been hitting the market quicker than you could find them, and you were undercover in New York as a slightly naïve but high rolling art dealer. He knew it was a fairly straight forward mission but the people surrounding this mysterious forger were dangerous and murder wasn’t exactly out of their wheelhouse.

He had heard from you a handful of times over the last few weeks, but it was only to say that you were safe, what progress you were making, and that you’d reach out again in a week or so. You were more than capable of taking care of yourself, he had seen it firsthand on several occasions, but that did nothing to soothe the nagging anxiety he had the longer you were parted.

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Marcus heard a light knock at his office door, “It’s open” he called, continuing to stare at the case file open on his desk.

“Hey boss...” the door clicked closed as he looked up and his heart soared. There you were, leaning against his closed door with an amused smile on your face. “I leave you alone for a few weeks and your desk has been overtaken by case files?”

Marcus almost tripped over himself to close the blinds of his office and rush to you. Taking your face in his hands he was nearly speechless. “You’re back. You’re safe...”

You smiled at him taking one of his hands and pressing a lingering kiss on his palm. “Safe, home, and bearing the name of our forger.”

He pulled you in close, arms wrapping around your waist as he pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m just relieved you’re back. I wish I had been there... had your back.” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, fingers threading lightly though his hair.

“Well, you’re in luck, if for some reason I need to go back under I left you an in.” Your eyes flutter shut as the exhaustion of the last few weeks began to hit you.

“Oh?” Marcus replied, slightly surprised.

“I mentioned a business partner... a husband, who I have to consult with over larger more important purchases. Should be easy enough to bring you in with me.”

“A husband eh?” Marcus replied amused. He couldn’t help the flip his stomach gave at the thought, being your husband.

“What can I say”, you struggled to hold back a yawn as you moved to rest your head against the crook of his neck “I get creative when I’m thinking on my feet.”

“Why don’t you head home and get some rest? I’ll leave here early and come see you. You can finish giving me a debrief later.”

You pulled your head back to look at him, a wicked grin on your lips. “Debrief you? I mean... if you insist.”

Marcus laughed lightly, a hand snaking up from your waist to cup your face. “Hush”

“Make me.” You raised an eyebrow. A challenge.

Marcus crushed his lips to yours, weeks of absence and longing coming to a head. A soft sigh escaped your lips once you came up air.

“I missed you” you whispered softly.

“I missed you too.” He pressed another, softer, kiss to your lips. “Head home. I’ll see you soon.”

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You sat on the balcony of your apartment trying to rid yourself the anxiety of the mission. You let out a small shiver, not sure if it was the gust of the early autumn wind hitting your body or the pressure of the mission. You knew you had gotten out clean, cover fully intact and with a way back in if needed, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t over quite yet. There were still loose ends, and something just felt off. You knew you had to tell Marcus your concerns, no matter how much you wanted to shield him from the potential dangers of putting yourself back undercover. A light knock on your apartment door shook you from your thoughts. You crossed the apartment, heart pounding and a heat building in your stomach at the thought of finally being with Marcus with again. Just being around him calmed your nerves. His thoughtful nature and calm demeanor could soothe you even on the toughest of days.

When you opened the door Marcus couldn’t help the adoring smile on his lips. The six weeks you had been separated felt like an eternity. But now as he walked in and wrapped his arms around you it felt like you hadn’t missed a beat. Easily falling into your typical post work routine. He listened as you carefully detailed the hard and quite frankly dangerous work you had been through the last several weeks. He wrote notes as you both sprawled across your couch, your head resting in his lap as you recounted your adventures. Struggling to keep your eyes open as he absentmindedly ran his hand through your hair, you knew two things. One: you owed this man the pancakes of his dreams come morning. Two, and most importantly of all: there was no where you could possibly want to be other than here.

tagged: @diva-1992​, @yespolkadotkitty​

[wordynerdygurl]

Skin Deep ~ Part 2

Author’s Note:  Hi everyone!  Since it’s a long weekend here in the states, I was able to get Part 2 of my series up and out to you early!  If you haven’t read Skin Deep ~ Part 1, you should, as this picks up exactly where we left off! Here’s the link: Skin Deep ~ Part 1 Thank you to everyone who’s embraced this new story!  And, a special thanks to @sammy-jo1977​ for being a partner in crime!

I’d also like to give a shout out to @vodka-and-some-sass​, love ya lady!

Pairing:  Steve x Female Reader, Loki X Female Reader, Natasha and Nick Fury make appearances Summary:  Loki left Earth over two years ago, promising to come back.  Your best friend Natasha encourages you to look for a new love in the arms of Steve Rogers.  But is everything as it seems? Warnings:  This chapter has SMUT, fingering, oral sex, angst

“I thought we could go for a ride?  Are you up for that doll?”  

Stepping up to his motorcycle parked casually on the curb, “Um… I have never ridden one of these before.”    Steve clasped your hand in his, brushing his lips across your knuckles, “I promise to keep you safe.” Be bold, you thought.  Take a new step.  This was the start of something, you could feel it, and this moment seemed like a test you wanted to pass.

“Oh, hell.  Ok.”  Smiling at your bravery, Steve adjusted the second helmet he carried, making sure you and your brain were securely fastened.

Snuggled behind him, Steve’s deep voice rumbled through his chest, “Here.”  Taking your arms around his waist, pressing into him tighter than was probably needed, but your spike of fear made it feel necessary.  His laugh spread over you but Steve offered no objections to your concerned clinging.  Truthfully, he loved the feeling. “Ready?”  Nodding, mouth dry, you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting to feel the rough take off of his bike.  “Hey… use your words, Ok?  Are you ready?” Something about his commanding tone made you release a ragged breath, “Yes… yes.  I’m ready.” Below you, the motor roared to life, vibrations rattling your teeth.  Steve put one hand on the throttle as the other reached around to pat your leg, “Hold onto me, doll.  I’ll go easy, ok?” “Yes!”  Almost shouting over the engine, and your helmet, you wanted to make sure he heard you. And then you were moving.  As you leaned into the leather covered back before you, a relaxing energy overtook you.  What was so scary about this?  Steve had you, steady and secure, and as you left the start and stop lights of the city behind, he felt you melt into the bike more and more. Along a winding strip of back road, silent and scenic, you unlocked your grip to point out a pair of grazing horses.  Bobbing his head, Steve was relieved that you were enjoying the ride, comfortable enough to let go just a little.  It gave rise to a budding bubble of hope from the bottom of his heart. Mesmerizing was the best way to describe this journey, you decided somewhere between the front door of the compound and the highway’s on-ramp.  Watching the landscape slide by as you felt the wind on your legs, Steve’s radiant warmth enveloping you, and the soothing hum of the motorbike at your feet took your breath away.  Registering Steve shifting gears, slowing down just a touch, a small field came into view. Setting into a spectacular array of oranges and pinks, the sun was sinking slowly, casting the meadow in shifting shafts of light.  Pulling onto the soft shoulder of the road, Steve rolled the bike to a stop at a white fence, kickstand down and engine off before dismounting.  “Come on, let's stretch our legs a bit… whatta ya say?” “Sure!”  You started shifting forward, ready to swing a leg over the seat, when Steve settled his firm hands on your hips.  Then you were in his arms, casually lifted off your swinging feet, spinning like a princess in some animated fairy tale. “Steve!  Put me down!”  There’s no real heat in your words.  It’s just important that he knows you’re not some simpering, simple minded maiden in need of rescue.  However, it does fill you with delight, the way you’re weightless in Steve’s grip.  “Of course, doll.”  But he takes a beat to squeeze you to him, just a second to feel your soft body cradled to his, before letting your legs drop.  What you didn’t count on was being goofy footed after the long ride.  Almost the second Steve let you go, your toe caught on a stone, and with your muscles turned to jelly, you couldn’t stop the downward tug of gravity.  “Whoa!  Easy!”, one of those sinewy forearms caught you, spinning you into Steve’s embrace with all the grace of a newborn fawn.  You’re aware of how your breasts are pushing against his brawny chest, elbows bent so that your hands are digging into his strapping shoulders, a shocked gasp fanning into Captain America’s ruggedly handsome face.  His hand is exactly where it should be, curled chastly around your middle but the scorching heat of him makes it feel sensual.  Snugged into his hips, the pose was romantic, and you lifted your chin, ready to accept another soul stealing kiss from Steve. If only you weren’t still wearing your helmet. Fogging the face plate, you saw Steve smile widely, unhooking the strap and gently removing your plastic and foam head piece.  You’d let him, not moving an inch, still stuck on Steve’s sturdy figure.  Never one to cling, you found that you didn’t want to let go of the mighty man in front of you. Keeping one arm around you, Steve steered you away from the street, stopping to open up the saddlebag on his bike.  Swinging a bundle from his free hand, Steve led you further into the field before you, “Come on, kiddo.” Hidden in the almost unending sea of knee high grass is a footpath and Steve holds your hand loosely as you follow behind.  Before long, trees line the path, fanning out in both directions.  “An apple orchard!  How did you know about this place, Steve?” Bowing his head, a touch shy, “Oh… Um… it’s mine.” “Shut up!” “Seriously.”  Releasing your fingers, Steve walks to the nearest tree and plucks off a firm, round, red apple.  You watch him wipe it along his shirt before the satisfying crunch of his hearty bite meets your ears.  Holding it out to you, a modern day Adam, tempting Eve, “Wanna try, doll?” Smirking, you lower your head, not your eyes to the fruit in Steve’s palm.  Eating out of his hand, you take a small nibble of the delicious globe, tasting sunshine and sweetness in the hay scented dusk.  Groaning lowly, Steve resists the urge to take you right there, in the dust and dirt of his north field. “Doll…”  There’s a warning edge there, but you happily ignore it, instead taking another small bite and moaning a little yourself. It’s fun pushing Steve’s buttons.  Flirting had always been easy for you but the last time you’d used that particular muscle was almost twenty four months ago.  You were pleased, realizing that it was like riding a bicycle. Licking his palm now, the juice from his apple pooling, you heard Steve’s breath catch.  He didn’t want you to stop and he certainly didn’t want to spook you.  So the super soldier stood stock still, waiting to see what you’d do next, hopeful and hungry. His wrists were so strong.  Kissing over the braided tendons there you felt his serum enhanced pulse rush as your mouth moved over his arm.  “You have very strong hands.” “Uh huh.”  Having lost the ability to think straight the second your tongue traced over his open hand, Steve can only grunt out sounds, careful not to push you too hard. “And you grow beautiful apples.  Is this your retirement plan, then?  Farm life?”   You’re teasing him.  He knows it, but the sound of your voice is sultry and stirring, it takes him a minute to answer.  Swallowing hard, “Pies.  I want to sell pies.” With a flirty smirk you bite into your bottom lip, “So, Captain America’s All American Apple Pie Emporium, is that it?  If you figure how to stick a flag into the crust it’ll be the most patriotic thing since… well, since you came along.” “I know you’re laughing at me… but-” pushing you against the trunk of an obliging tree, “-you won’t be laughing for long.” Steves says it, smiling, but something inside of you sizzles at his words.  Breathless, you taunt, “Why, Captain America?  A bit… aggressive, wouldn’t you say?” Towering over you, Steve pressed his forehead to yours, “No doll, I’m just finally going after what I want.” Without waiting for your reply his pink pout parts your lips, tongue licking into the sugar coated cavern of your mouth, taking his fill of your tart tongue.  Shutting your eyes, you let your body rule your actions, relishing Steve’s hungry touch.  Eager to return the favor. There’s just so much of him that needs attention.  A wide thigh, parting your own, lifts you onto your toes.  One of your arms sneaks around his narrow waist, toying with his wide leather belt, earning a purr of pleasure from the super soldier. Sliding to your throat, Steve’s kisses turn needy, rushed.  Greedy, gasping, grabbing, he was everywhere.  Singing sighs escaped you as Steve squeezed the swell of your hip, his mighty paw sliding under the hem of your skirt, roughly gripping your thigh. “God, I missed kissing.”  Panting against the curve of his ear, you pulled Steve closer, his nose nuzzled into your neck. “Doll, I want to do more than kiss you.” flexing his pelvis into your own, the heavy heat of his yearning obvious through all the layers between you.  Trailing his fingers under your denim jacket, over your cotton tee, Steve stroked across your breast as his lips crashed into yours once more. Rolling his hips, Steve showed you exactly what was on his mind.  Pinned by his well muscled body, all you could do was act naturally, whimpering with want at the friction Steve’s smouldering form gave off.  Wrapping your leg high on his was your idea and boy, did it feel incredible. Humping into his thrusts, mind reeling, you rode out the reignited flames of forgotten passion.  Steve’s mouth was more insistent, more ferocious, as it claimed yours over and over.  Sliding from your thigh to the firm roundness of your bottom, shifting his grip, Steve’s hand lifted you higher. “Can I touch you, doll?  Will you let me?  I want to feel you so bad, baby.”  Broken, Steve’s voice was raw and rugged, ravenous for you. Flushing at his flagrant, frenzied urging, you threw your head back giving Steve a wild nod.  Latching onto your exposed collar bone, feeling the sharp sting of his straight teeth followed by the slick soothing of his tongue, Steve tagged you as his.  Mewling out his name, the feeling of his fingers against your damp panties made you shiver. Circling his neck, holding on tight, you preened at the press of Steve’s hand cupping your core so completely.  “Steve… please…” coming out of you in panted puffs, begging for something, anything, to crest the rising tide inside of you.  “That’s it doll.”  Slipping one finger into your clenching channel, “Beg me.  Ask me to touch you.  I need to hear you.  Hear that you want me, baby.” “Oh, yes… Steve… Don’t… don’t stop.  I want it.  I want it so bad!”  Slicking your slit, Steve added a second finger, his hips matching the rhythm of his probing digits.  “You are so sexy, doll.  Do you know that?” His fingers spread, working to widen your velvet walls, stretching you.  The heel of his hand ground against your swollen nub, ratcheting up your racing heartbeat, rolling you closer to release.  Curling his fingers, scraping against the spongy, sensitive spot of your satin tunnel, Steve felt you shake around him.  You were so close now, the pulsing power of your climax closing in on you, “Hmmm... Steve… Steve…” Pouring out of you in a never ending stream of sighs, Steve smirked against your skin, “Are you going to cum for me, doll?  I want you to.  I want you to show me how beautiful you look when you let go.” And you did.  Instead of a tidal wave, your orgasm was peaceful, a rippling pool.  A pouring pitcher.  A cool stream on a hot day. Your first time since Loki took you by surprise. Hearing the singing crickets in the meadow, the distant roar of a car on the road, your own release added to the music of the night.  Like summer rain, you melted into the sensation of satisfaction, even if it didn't come from hours of teasing or endless tasting.  

No, tonight's pleasure was pillow soft, downy and dewy. Complete and honest.  No frills, third base in the backseat sexual fulfillment.  And you liked it!  How could you not love the primal relief of release from so gifted a guy?  Steve was classic, vanilla, consistent and constant.  He got the job done. The only problem?  He wasn’t Loki.  Head back, breathing deeply after your indulgence, you shut your eyes.  Vanilla was a great flavor.  Perfect for apple pie.  But when you've had Dark Chocolate Cookie Dough Swirl, how could basic vanilla compete?

Pushing those thoughts out of your mind, slowly taking in the orchard as night's shadows lengthened, you felt Steve setting you to rights.  He looked impossibly proud, as if your orgasm proved something beyond biology, but you didn't mind it.  At least now you knew enjoying someone other than Loki was possible.

Realizing that this moment would be the beginning of your new relationship with Steve made your head spin.  It was startling but you had promised Natasha you would try.  Try to get out of your head, try to put the past where it belonged, try not to think about the torn way your heart pulled.

Live in this moment.  Breath in this moment.  Enjoy this moment. Kissing you kindly, adoringly, Steve slowly lowered you to standing.  Scarlet cheeked with hair in your face, he hadn’t thought you could look more perfect, yet here you were staring up at him with your huge shining eyes.  Brushing a stray lock away, grinning, “Hey doll…” “Hey yourself, Cap.” “I hope…”  What did he hope?  That you were happy?  Satisfied?  As madly in love with him and he was with you? Stopping him, pressing yourself into his chest, you kissed him lightly.  “I know.”  Cupping his smooth cheeks, rubbing your nose to his, “Why don’t you show me around?” “Yea?” Slipping your hand into his, comfortable and cozy with him for the first time, “Yes.” ---- Natasha didn't see you again until Monday morning and even that was a drive by visit.  Steve scooped you up for lunch, texted you all day and offered to take you to dinner.  She should have been upset about being ditched, but honestly, this was exactly what Nat wanted for you both. Over time dance class was forgotten as donuts were no longer on your radar.  Instead you started baking pies, fresh apple pies, bringing them into the office for everyone to share.  It seemed like your new found happiness was manifesting itself in flour and sugar.  

Weekends at the orchard, playing house with Steve, then staying in the compound during the week.  When the group got together, it was a blast, because you seemed at ease again.  More like your old self.  

Natasha was especially pleased to see the color creep back into your life, slowly and surely.Granted, your hair wasn't pink yet, but your cheeks were.  Between that and the dopey smile Steve sported all day, she felt vindicated.  Yet, in the back of her mind was the threat of Loki's imminent return.

“Cat got your tongue, agent?”  Nick Fury wasn’t great at being ignored for a daydream. “No, sir.” “Am I boring you?” Answering him with a curt nod, “No.” “Then what do you suggest?”  Throwing the file labeled Loki onto the table, the trickster God's profile on the transparent screen at his back, Fury glowered at the agents in front of him. “I suggest that we monitor the situation.  Engage Thor, if needed, and finish the holding cell, just in case Loki doesn't return to Earth as friendly as when he left.” Stiffly, Steve swiveled in his seat, his arms crossed over his chest.  "I agree with Agent Romanoff.  Plan for the problem we want to avoid."

"And how is our backup plan, Captain?"

Shifting uncomfortably, Steve met Fury's eye with his even stare.  "Fine."

"Any word from Loki?"

"Not that I've heard."  Looking at the illuminated image of your previous partner made Steve anxious but his voice betrayed nothing.

"And you would hear, correct?", Nick's hands found his hips, mild irritation radiating off of him.

Glaring openly at the director now, Steve questioned, "What are you implying?"

"I just want to make sure we cover our bases.  She's one of those bases."

Smoothing over the tension, Natasha interceded quietly,  "Steve has been… on top of the situation for three months now.  And I would've been told if Loki made contact.  It's just how she is.  This wouldn't be a kept secret."

"Fine.  For now.  Natasha, you know what to do.  Play this one close, people.  We might be over preparing, but I won't have another 2012 on my hands."

"Yes sir."  

Steve rose quickly, turning to Nick Fury, "Sir."

Leaving the conference room that served as Nick's office, Natasha released a held breath, "How is it going, really?"

"Which part?  The part where I'm lying to the woman I love, or the part where I'm using her?"

"Steve."

"Natasha?"

"You heard Fury… it's probably overkill."

"That won't matter if she finds out."  

He wasn't wrong, Nat had to give Steve that,"Are you still planning on asking her?  This weekend?"

"I don't know anymore.  She-" Jamming his finger into the elevator call button, taking his frustration out on the plastic circle, "-she deserves better."

"This will all be over soon, Steve.  When Loki finds out she's yours, that he has no chance, he'll walk away."

"I wish I had your confidence."

Stopping short, furrowing her brow, "What makes you say that?"

Stepping into the lift, Steve faced Natasha full on, "Loki... he is no quitter.  I know I wouldn't leave her, not without a fight, not if I didn't have to."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that."

"Yea.  See you tomorrow night?"

Natasha patted Steve's shoulder as the car stopped on her floor, "Assuming this goes to plan… Of course, you will!  I can't miss my best friend's engagement, can I?"

---

When Loki had said goodbye to you, it was with the expectation of a speedy return, victorious negotiations and no bloodshed.  He was coming back to you, years later, battle tested, talked out, but triumphant.  Oh, how he had missed you.

Thoughts of you raced through his mind.  His base need to bury himself in your sunshine, your warmth, was Loki's sole focus now.  Too long he had denied the ache in his heart at being away from you.  You were, at this moment, the only thing Loki wanted.  Which is why the welcome home from Agent Romanoff was a let down, a bruise to his ego, a blocking of his desire.

Surely you knew he was home.  Hadn’t Loki communicated with Fury regularly?  Reported, as asked, on all the goings on off world to ensure that danger never knocked on Earth’s door.  Returned, eager to reunite, ready to reconnect with you and you alone, Loki was confused by your absence.  You had promised to wait, after all.

“Agent Romanoff.  It is truly lovely to see you, but I can’t help noticing that my pet isn't here yet.”  

Shoving her hands into the pockets of the black leather she wore, “She won't be coming.”

That brought Loki up short.  Not coming?  That couldn’t possibly be accurate.  “Excuse me?”

“She's not coming.  She's uh… she's moved on.”  Raising her chin, defiant, Natasha locked eyes with the demi-God.

Flashing Nat that spreading smirk, “Moved on?  Impossible.”

“Oh it’s possible.  More than possible.  You’re too late, Loki.  She picked someone else.  Got engaged and everything.”  

Anger, red and raw, flashed through him at the thought. Risking a step closer to the mere mortal in front of him, Loki roared, “To who?  Who dares claim what is mine?”

Sighing at the dramatics, “Calm down, Loki.  If you don't, this could go south, real fast.”  Pulling the small, glowing device from her pocket, Natasha pressed a button.  Behind Loki, from the floor, a set of electric charged rails emerged, sending beams of light to the ceiling.  A cage made of light and energy.  

Laughing mirthlessly, “Is this the plan then?  Keep me from my pet, push my proverbial buttons, and provoke me to anger.  Then with enough justification you can lock me up?  Lovely.  And I had so hoped that we were passed all this.”

Without looking, Loki snapped his fingers, cutting the current and effectively disabling SHIELD’s light show.  Bristling now, feral and fierce, advancing towards Natasha again, “Loki…”

“Agent Romanoff, I have one question for you.  Where is she?”

Standing her ground, unwavering, Natasha started, “I'm not-” 

Bellowing out his unchecked rage, “WHERE IS SHE?!” Flinching, that was the most she would give Loki’s outburst, “I’m not at liberty to tell you, Loki.”  

Natasha had already triggered the alert system.  Nick Fury and his team would be en route, ready to mitigate Loki’s threat, Steve would be briefed.  She didn’t have anything to worry about as long as she could keep Loki and his furious figure here, away from you. Reaching for her sidearm, Natasha felt the most alarming sensation, an ice cream headache that radiated through her whole body.  “It’s an effective restraint, courtesy of the Frost Giants and, I’m a fan, to be honest.” “Loki, this won’t work.  SHIELD already knows you’re here, they’re going to catch you.” “Probably.”  Leaning close to her ear, dropping his voice, Loki changed tactics, “Just tell me where to find her.  If I have to do it myself I will.  But it will take longer and be… messier.” “Don’t threaten me, Loki.  I’ve danced with you before, or have you forgotten?” “My previous time on Earth will look like a vacation if any harm has come to my pet.  This is my vow to you… to Fury.  To anyone who might keep me from what’s been promised.” Striding towards the door, Loki turned his back on Natasha, “She’s not yours, Loki.  You don’t own her!” Looking at her over his armoured shoulder, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” “She’s in love with Steve!  And it’s real, Loki.  She’s so happy… He gives her everything!  More than what you could give her.” Loki stopped then.  Watching his spine stiffen, Natasha saw him turn, his eyes narrowed into slits.  Tilting his dark head, a half smile on his lips, “Thank you, Agent.”

---

Spending hours setting up the homestead, just so, had been worth it.  Looking around the yard, you smiled, pleased with the finished results.  Lights twinkling brightly, the old picnic table covered in a simple cloth, bowls filled with flowers from your garden.  It was a farmland fairy tale and you were itching to show it off only a few hours from now.

You had taken Friday off.  Cleaning, shopping up a storm, prepping food for the crew took time and Pepper had been so good about giving you leave.  It was no secret that she and Tony were both rooting for you guys. Steve had opted to work, telling you that the gang would be arriving around six or so Saturday night, they'd be hungry, and ready to have a good time.  There was a lot to do, there always was, but you wanted this night to be a special one.  After all it was your first time hosting everyone at the orchard, kind of a big deal cementing you and Steve as a stable, functional couple.

Staying in the city until Saturday, you weren't expecting your boyfriend to show up much before your guests, and frankly, sometimes it was easier to get through your "to do" list without him hovering.  He had a tendency to crowd you, linger over your shoulder, follow you with his big blue eyes.  At times you felt like Steve was monitoring you, watching out for something, cautiously testing your bond.

Setting bottles of beer and rose’ into the ice filled buckets, you were startled when that reliable honeyed voice called out, "Honey?  I'm home."

"Steve?  You're early.  Like, really early.  Everything ok?"

Stepping onto the sun dappled stone walkway, blonde hair brilliant, Steve's smile was wolfish and wide.  He was almost hopping, making his way towards you, his gaze never leaving your own.  At close range now, Steve dragged you to him tightly, nibbling on your neck until you squirmed free, giggling.

"Steve!  What's gotten into you?"  Normally so formal, proper, guarded, this wasn't like the man you'd lived with for months now.

"Couldn't keep away.  Didn't want to, really.  Damn, but you do look good."

Hands framing your face pulled your mouth to his.  Swiping his tongue over your teeth, testing the taste of you, Steve's lips demanded more.  Bumping into the edge of your fancy set table, you couldn't outmaneuver the man in front of you, and he knew it.  Bending you back, Steve's arm supporting your weight, your fingers carded through those golden curls.  Hearing his breath hitch made your stomach flutter.  This kiss was getting to him too.

Whispering in your ear, husky and hot, "I missed you, pet.  So, so much."

Resting your forehead to his, head bowed, "I guess so!"

Steve pulled you to standing, taking your hand in his, marching toward the house.  "Where are we going?  I have so much to…"

"Leave it.  Just, come with me, pet.  Please?"

Once you crossed over the threshold to your kitchen he was on you again, fingers fiddling with your belt, ripping your work shirt free.  Scalding, Steve slid his rough hands over your rib cage, cupping your breasts through the basic cotton bra you'd thrown on to start your day.  "Oh, god!  Steve!!"

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yes!  God!"  Dropping your near shout to a humble hum, "Don't stop… please?"

"I don't plan to.  Come on."  Practically running, Steve had you tripping over your feet to keep up as he rounded the stairs for the second floor.  He couldn't keep his hands off of you.  Losing your top completely at the door, it fell to the floor in a heap, soon to be joined by your bra.  Feeling his skin on yours made you shiver.  For the first time since you'd been together, Steve felt wild, free.  And if you were honest, you had missed the open wanting that Loki inspired, which, until now, Steve had been unable to express.  

"Why?  Why are you so… different today?"  Your sentence was broken up by Steve's never ending licking and biting over your chest.  Tonguing your taut nipples, tasting your torso, Steve savored your tantalizing form.  Tangling his hair in your fist, holding him too close to hear his muffled answer, "What?"

"I realized what a treasure I had.  Needed to show you, pet."  And with that said, Steve striped you of your jeans.  Grinning lewdly, eyebrow quirked, "No panties?"

Reaching for his tight body once more, your lips licking along his throat, "Didn't need 'em!"

"Naughty!"  Steve, punctuating his joyful admonishment with a firm slap on your round bottom, nudged you onto the bed.  Rolling you onto your back, Steve crawled between your spread legs, resting his broad chest over your own.

His arms, so impossibly thick, caged you in as a long, leisurely kiss danced over your mouth.  Tugging his shirt off, tousling his blonde locks in the process, you were amazed at Steve’s transformation.  No longer timid, testing, Steve put your hands on his belt, “Go on then.” At his order, you found his mouth again, fingers fumbling with the silver buckle at his waist.  Pushing his pants down to his hips, almost enough to free him, “Help?”, you asked cutely. “Of course, pet.”  Kneeling up, you watched as Steve shucked his trousers, throwing them to the floor before growling, “Where were we?” Patting the bed beside you, “Right here, babe!” Crawling now, Steve slithered between your parted thighs, “Here is better, I think.” Giggling again, you smiled, “Oh, you think so?” Pressing scorching smooches to the skin of your calf, coasting across your knobby knee, then licking along your thick quad, Steve tortured his way to your core. Your clawing hands scratched into the thick, golden hair of his head, trying to direct him to your need.  “Look at how wet you are, pet.  Is all this for me?  All of this for your Captain?” “Yes… Yes, Steve!” You felt his thick fingers part your lower lips, exposing your secret skin to the air, shivering at the intimacy of the act.  “Hmm… I’ve missed you, you know?” “It’s only been a day, Steve… but oh… Oh!”  Silencing you with a swipe of his talented tongue, Steve teased your bundled nerves in long, slow strokes.  Licking into your clenching channel, tasting your uniqueness, Steve sighed contentedly, lapping up all you could give him. When licking was no longer enough, Steve sucked on your tiny tense, pearl making you shout, “Shit!  Steve!  Oh, God!  I’m… I’m…” “Yes, pet, cum for me!”  Lightning fast, your pleasure peaked, ripping through your body.  Thighs quaking, you pulled against Steve’s scalp, bucking your hips against his ravishing mouth.  Soundless, lips parted in a silent scream, Steve lapped up your creamy release. Breathless, reaching for his stiff steel, “Please… I need it, Steve.” Damp from your discharge, Steve’s smile was savage, “I’m going to give it to you pet.  Get on your knees now. “ Biting your bottom lip, you raced to comply, happy that Steve was trying something new.  You’d asked him to switch positions, change things up, but routine was a comfort to your new beau.  Something had shaken him loose and you were grateful when you felt him hard and hot behind you. Skating his palms up your spine, tugging at your hair, Steve turned your head, “I won’t be gentle, pet.” Breathing ragged, “Good.  I’ve tried to tell you, I won’t break, Steve.” “Don’t I know it.”  Guiding his thick cock closer to your quivering center, his tip brushed against your outer folds, gathering your slick.  When his wide head pushed inward, you sucked in a breath, “Oh god…” With a husky laugh, “Your so tight, pet.  So tight.  This might hurt… but in the best possible way.” “Please…”  Whining openly now, over eager to feel the rigid length of Steve, you arched your back, hoping for more.  Answering your plea, Steve growled lowly, gripping your hips.  Pulling you back slowly, ensuring that every ridge and valley of his rod was imprinted on your slick channel, he forced you to savor the stretching burn of his size. Reaching around you, one arm circled your chest, lifting you off your elbows.  The other, skating over your pelvis, seeking and finding your throbbing nub with a vicious pinch that made you cry out.  Your back was plastered to his chest, Steve sucking on the soft skin behind your ear, claiming you. “I can’t hold back, pet.  I am going to fill you up.  Make you mine.”, each promise was punctuated with a vicious thrust, deeper than the last. Curling your hands over the powerful thighs banging against your own, “Yes!  Please, Steve!  Please!”  

The change in Steve was pushing you further and faster towards unraveling.  Every spot that sent you soaring was filled, flicked or fondled.  Even his words were electric, sending shock waves through you, shoving you closer to satisfaction.

"I'm cumming, Steve!  Holy… shit!"  Shuddering in his arms, you felt his driving thrusts stutter, heard his shivery sigh of your name.  Steve exploded into you, squeezing you tight enough to bruise, rocking his hips until he was completely spent.

Behind you, the sound of clapping hands made you jump, your head swinging towards the bedroom door.  Applause were swell, but who'd be brave enough to sneak up here?  Stealthy enough for spying?  

"That good, doll?"  You'd never heard him like this before.  Steely and cold, Steve was leaning into the door jamb wearing an unreadable look.  Pushing off the frame, he stalked toward the bed, eyes full of blue fury.

But Steve was also wrapped around you like a second skin, nosing the nape of your neck, his softening length still inside of you, "What the…?" 

"Loki."

"Loki?"  Squeaking, you swung your head between the two Steves.

"Captain." the Steve behind you wavered slightly, an evil glint in his eye.

"Captain?"  Your voice was high pitched and panic filled.  Your breathing got shorter, your face hot, your skin prickly.

"Doll?"  Grabbing the fleshy part of your arm, trying to remove you from the Steve behind you, Second Steve gave you a fierce tug.  Feet on the floor, you shrugged your arm free and spun to face the Steve who was still naked and hard in your bed.

"My pet."  And before your eyes the broad body of Steve Rogers that had so recently brought you to paradise, shimmered green, revealing the long, lean figure of Loki Odinson.

"Loki…?  Is it…?  Are you… really here?", barely whispering, barely controlling your rising panic.

"Surprise."  Harsh and hurt, Loki glared in your direction.  Flinching at the sting of his tone, your eyes filled with tears, your lower lip trembling.

Sighing, Steve worked to redirect you, "Doll.  Come on, let's get you out of here."

Shaking your head, "Steve?  I… I thought…"  Struggling to connect the dots, you weren't sure what to do, where to turn.

"I know, doll.  I forgive you.  You thought it was me…"

Tsking, Loki chimed up, "Believe what you want, Captain.  No one knows my pet's body better than me."

Taking a moment to look over your naked form, Steve saw the deepening plum bruises on your hips, the scarlet stains on your neck, the wetness on your thighs.  Suddenly disgusted, Steve threw something at you, "Cover up, for Pete's sake."

Slipping your thin robe over your shoulders, mindlessly tying the belt, you started to shake.  Again, perplexed, "Loki?"

"Pet.  It's been a while."

Nodding, you felt your knees wobble before they buckled completely.  Your vision fuzzed over like a disconnected television and your ears were filled with buzzing.  "Loki?", once again whispering his name before everything went black.

~ Part 3 Coming Soon! ~

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fic troupes? fic troupes. tagged by @amelia-yap

1. Love at first sight or slowly growing fond of someone?

The sweet sweet pining with a healthy dash of yearning mixed with copious amounts of banter and sass as you slowly realize that oh I love this person is the cure to all my problems

2. Love letters or mixtapes?

letters are cute yooooo, like writing? with no autocorrect? exposing all your spelling mistakes when you scratch them out? no form of trust is stronger

3. Hand kisses or kisses on the cheek ?

Hmmm kisses on the cheek I guess? 

4. Understanding each other without words or finishing each other’s sentences?

the silent telepathic conversation where two characters argue over their shared dumbassery which probably look like facial glitches to everyone else will always be the superior trope to me.

5. Gazing into each other’s eyes or looking away blushing?

oof both. the eye contact where they get lost in each other or looking away when their hearts are bursting out of their ribcage.....i cannot chooosee

6. Longing to be with someone again or spending every second together ?

the angst is exquisite with the first one but where two people don’t even notice that they spend a lot of time with each other or how they’ve unconsciously started planning their days around each other mmmm i will take 5 of each please

7. Laughing together or crying together?

I give you...... crying together that slowly evolves into laughing together.

8. Someone running their fingers through your hair or gently massaging your earlobes?

massaging ear lobes is like when someone’s pulling your ear?casue if not then I’ve never read that sooooooooooooo

9. Surprise kisses or long tight hugs ?

the hugs where they relax into each other or lean on each other or bury their faces into the other’s neck or shoulder or the hugs which start out with a marathon sprint and they both end up on the ground or the surprise hugs from the back..........yeah hugs

I loved doing thissss thank you for tagging @amelia-yap

I tag @iwillwalk500miles and @ddullahan and anyone else who sees this and wants to give a go!

[harrys-oh-anna]

Another Kind Of Birthday

Plot: You join Harry to celebrate his birthday in Tokyo. But his friend lets slip that Harry might has forgotten to tell you some important information.

or

Harry doesn’t understand how sad you really are back home. Without him.

Warnings: This FLUFF paired with ANGST. I JUST WISH THIS MAN A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY

“Hey! What are you doing?” he scoffed, bending down to grab it up from the hotel floor and placing it back into your bag only for you to throw it out again.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he tries it one again.

“I don’t want it. Keep it.”, you threw the yellow hoodie into Harry’s lap.

It was the first thing you put over your head when you arrived. It smelled like Harry and you loved how you drowned in it and Harry on the other hand loved how you looked in it. So he told you that you should keep it and you happily agreed, immediately stuffing it deep into your suitcase. But now you didn’t want to have it. You don’t want to bring anything back home that reminds you of this horrible trip back. It made you sick.

“Oh look, at least the fair lady can talk to me again.”

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It’s been way too long since you have last seen Harry. Almost four weeks to be exactly and you yearned to see him. You missed his lazy hugs in the morning. His deep dimpled smile and how you could ramble on about every little thing that happened to you throughout the day.

This probably being the worst part. You are so used to reach out for Harry whenever something good or bad happens in your daily life. And now, with these tremendous time zones, it’s nearly impossible. Him being asleep when your awake and you going to bed when he arose.

Right now, Harry is in Tokyo, while you are at home in London. Harry is living his best life, while you must fulfil the daily tasks of a student.

Last year you were lucky enough to join Harry on his tour, but now you were in your last year of Uni, which means endless study sessions paired with endless essay writing.

You haven’t been away from Harry for such a long period for a while and it picked harder on you as you thought. At first you had the impression time flies by with how busy you were, but third week in it was not that easy anymore to be greeted with an empty bed after a long exhausting day. You were more than relieved that you would get to wake up next to your loved one again very soon.

This Friday is also Harry’s birthday and you were excited to join him in Tokyo for it. You loved this crazy city which is so different to what you are used you. And you were even happier that Harry would fly home with you on Sunday, finally being with you again. The whole package was way too good to be true.

The last week of your loneliness quickly flew by, as you got more and more excited every day. Calling Harry whenever possible to ask him what you should bring along and what he had planned for you two. And before you even knew it you found yourself on the plane to Tokyo.

The flight felt endlessly as you nervously tried to calm down and to sleep a bit, but as you finally wrapped your arms around Harry’s broad shoulders you couldn’t remember a day you ever felt more complete.

Back then you had no idea how terrible everything would play out. How devasted you would be and how many tears you would shred. Feeling even lonelier than before.

It all started on Saturday, you were still lying in bed with a deep sleeping Harry. He rested on his belly, his fringe hanging low in his eyes as slow puffs of air left his pink lips.

Last night you went out for his birthday party with his friends to sing some karaoke. Harry may have had three or five too many drinks, but you couldn’t care less. It was his birthday after all, he had every right and you loved to see him so carefree. Besides Harry isn’t known to be an affectionate drunk for nothing.

You dwelled in his fairy light touches and endless pecks. Oh god, did you miss them. Your heart bursting almost every time as Harry stumbled over to you with the microphone clapped close in his hands, singing an old cheesy love song, while pecking your face with little wet kisses.

He didn’t care that his friends called him soft and clingy, he had missed you at least as much as you missed him, and he wasn’t ready to share you with anyone. It was his birthday on top, wasn’t it?

So he made sure that he had your full attention. He knew that he doesn’t have to try that hard for it, since you were beaming at him all along. He did enjoy his own little show though.

The next morning you found yourself in his hotel room, tracing the tattoos on his arm to slowly wake him up of his drunken state. It didn’t work at first, his snoring only increasing but as you saw how his forehead crinkled and heard how he let out a low gruff of annoyance you couldn’t hold back a quiet chuckle.

“You are a real menace, you know that? Maybe I should have left you in that karaoke bar.” Harry’s raspy voice filled the silence as he joked, opening one of his eyes a bit to take a glimpse of you, a grin immediately spreading on his face.

“I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t have found the way back to the hotel without me” you mocked him, stroking his long hair out of his face so you had a better view of his green orbs.

“Stop the sass, birdie, it’s my birthday” Harry complained, catching your hand with his and bringing it close to his face to place a soft kiss on it.

“Actually your birthday were yesterday, today’s just an ordinary day like any other” you tried to annoy him further, but a squeal slipped out of your mouth as Harry turned around and pulled you underneath him, propping his body up on his forearms to hover above you.

“I think I need to look for a way to make you shut up, your only talking nonsense. It’s well known that my birthday not just lasts for a day but for a whole week,” a cocky grin adoring his features “And you know what that means. Endless wishes for me” he leans downwards, his lips almost touching yours.

“And now I wish for at least ten kisses” the cocky grin reappearing on his face as he finally closes the gap between your lips to kiss you deeply.

You didn’t know back then, that this cheerful banter would be gone soon. Oh, would you have cherished it, had you just known.

It was only a few hours later that you found your world shattered.

Harry and you were meant to meet up with Jeff and one of Harry’s new-found friends for lunch.

You weren’t really listening to what the others had to say. Some parts of the conversation were held in Japanese either way and you couldn’t understand a word.

You were totally lost into enjoying your sushi and just soaking Harry in, how his dimple appeared when one of the fellas joked or how he picked on his lip when he had to think something over and how his nose wrinkled a tiny little bit every time he tried to come up with a Japanese word that slipped his mind.

It wasn’t until the mention of your name that your attention was brought back to the actual conversation.

“Excuse me”, you apologised since you have missed the question that was direct towards you. Steve, a new friend of Harry had asked you.

“For how long have you planned to stay here? Harry seems even more happier since you’re here with us” you had to smile.

“We will be leaving tomorrow evening, I wish I could have spent more time here. Tokyo is incredible, I really do understand why Harry never really wants to leave this place” you answered, taking a glimpse of Harry who crossed his hands in his laps, looking down on them as he played with his thumbs. A frown appeared on your face as he avoided your eyes.

Somehow the whole carefree mood shifted suddenly. You didn’t understand why though. Did you say something wrong? You placed your hand ensuring on his thigh in hope to get him to place his hand above yours, softly running his thumb over your knuckles to calm you down. But you weren’t met with any familiar kind of reaction of him, as he still ignored you, his trousers seeming to be more interesting than what you had to say.

The uncomfortable mood didn’t reach to Harry’s friend though as he smiled and kept talking.

“Maybe we should get this lunch done then, so you and Harry can spend some more time together. Would be rude of us to steal your time with him, since it’s so limited. Have you already sorted out when you will visit him again? “

Visiting him again? Has Harry planned another trip to Tokyo? He hadn’t told you about it yet.

“No, we haven’t yet. I think we will enjoy London for a bit at first. Ben asked us to look after Ruby for a few days, I think she will keep Harry and me busy for a while” you beamed excitedly. You always loved how fondly Harry interacts with children and it made you think about how good of a dad Harry will be one day.

“Practising for parenthood then?” Jeff mocked both of you with a lop-sided grin.

You just shook your head, redness creeping up your cheek as you side eyed Harry furtive, who still didn’t show any sign of reaction to the conversation of the table. Was he angry with you?

“It’s such a shame that you have to fly home to study and couldn’t take the offer to stay here. I think the whole team would have loved to have you around for the next few weeks as well next to Harry. Steve stated popping an olive into his mouth, not knowing what he had just started.

Your mind went totally blank. You didn’t understand what he just had said. For the next two weeks next to Harry? He’s flying home with you tomorrow. He already booked the flights. And what offer?

“Sorry, but Harry has planned to record his songs in the studio in London. With Mitch, Sarah and Adam. Right?” you looked over to Harry, expecting him to agree with you and actually telling his friend that he messed things up. But Harry still hasn’t dared to look at you. His lips set in a straight line.

Your heart stop beating as you looked over to Jeff in full panic, who suddenly was way more interested in the napkin laying in front of him.

“Oh, I thought Harry had planned to stay for a bit longer in Tokyo, we actually wanted you to stay here as well, since he misses you a lot. I’m sorry.” Harry’s friend stumbled, finally understanding the chaos he caused.

Your hand slipped off Harry’s thigh, as you turned your body away from your boyfriend. The new tidings only slowly settling in your brain. What the heck did just happen?

You’re still confused about the conversation, heat creeping up your neck as Jeff hurriedly tries to find another subject to talk about. But you were way too caught up in your mind to hear a word that was said.

A few minutes later the tensed mood had disappeared, and everything was back to normal. At least for the men. Harry laughed out loud to the stupid jokes as if he still would fly home with you tomorrow while you were torn inside. You just wished for the lunch to be over. You felt sick.

You had missed Harry so bad all these weeks and knowing that you two won’t be separated again was the only thing that got you through the suffer. You won’t make it through other months without him, that was sure.

Tears started to dwell up in the corners of your eyes and as you were sure that you couldn’t keep them in anymore, you excused yourself to the toilet. Harry’s eyes followed you carefully through the crowd, his stare burning holes into your back. But you didn’t care.

Big tears fell down your cheeks as you watched yourself in the mirror. Your vibrant eyes from earlier were dull now and seemed empty. You felt hollow. How could Harry dare to not tell you that he had planned to stay longer. Why would he even want to? Didn’t he miss you at all? Because you missed him deeply.

Your tears only kept spilling. Realization and his unsaid words sinking in deeper and deeper. His silence was the worst part of it. You felt so stupid, so left out and embarrassed. You didn’t know what was going on in Harry’s mind, but you did know that you definitely couldn’t return back to the table you’ve just come from. Acting and lying as if everything was alright, when it clearly wasn’t.

You wiped away your tears as you took in a deep breath. Maybe you should just leave the restaurant and Harry behind. All you wanted to do was to cuddle yourself into the thick duvets of the hotel bed and cry yourself asleep like you did a few times before while Harry was gone.

You damned yourself for leaving your mobile phone on the desk but getting it now would only result in being asked what you’re up to and where you’re going. It probably would also only worsen the embarrassing feeling inside of you if you stormed off like a little child. You’re in a foreign city after all, which language you didn’t even understand. You wouldn’t risk getting lost just to prove your point. You weren’t that extra.

So you did the only right thing to do. Gathering yourself together and sitting it out until whenever Harry decides it’s time to leave.

The table went awfully quiet with your return, you didn’t dare to look up, but you could feel how everyone was watching you. Your cheeks turned a crimson red. They all knew that you had cried. Great.

You felt how Harry carefully tries to put his hand on your thigh, giving your knee a little squeeze as if to ask if everything was fine with you. His small gesture of care not having the calming effect on you as he hoped.

No not at all. It only made your sadness change into something else, but not into happiness, rather in total anger. How dared he? He doesn’t have the guts to tell you that he wants to spend more time in Tokyo and now he acts as if he doesn’t know what’s wrong? No, he crated this whole mess and the least thing you want is an insincere touch on your thigh. If he really cares that much about you, why isn’t he flying home with you then?

You scoffed as you slapped his cold hand off your thigh, not caring anymore if it caught the attention of the people around you. They knew all along that nothing was alright with you.

Harry on the other end felt a bit helpless with how to handle this situation as he bid the inner side of his cheek raw, deciding it was best to end the lunch and face his furious missus, before everything only gets worse. Oh had he known back that you both wouldn’t be reconciled with a few kisses and him promising to be back as soon as possible.

The cab ride back to hotel was filled with devasting silence. You didn’t want to look at Harry. You busied yourself with staring out of the window, soaking in the last few expressions of Tokyo before you would leave tomorrow. Alone.

You didn’t even wait for Harry to be done with paying and thanking the cab drive. You opened the door and just rushed into the hotel lobby, already stepping into the elevator, the doors closing before Harry could make it to them.

When Harry entered your suite, you already changed in your PJ’s packing the few belongings you had brought together. He just watched you. How you fiercely threw your things into your bag, not granting him one single view, not even an angered one.

Harry broke out of his frozen state as he saw how you pulled his yellow hoodie out of your bag in disgust.

“Hey! What are you doing?” he scoffed, bending down to grab it up from the hotel floor and placing it back into your bag only for you to throw it out again.

“Y/N! Stop it!” he tries it one again.

“I don’t want it. Keep it.”, you threw the yellow hoodie into Harry’s lap.

It was the first thing you put over your head when you arrived. It smelled like Harry and you loved how you drowned in it and Harry loved how you looked in it. So he told you that you should keep it and you happily agreed, immediately stuffing it deep into your suitcase. But now you didn’t want to have it. You don’t want to bring anything that reminds you of this horrible trip back home. It made you sick.

“Oh look, at least the fair lady can talk to me again.” Harry muttered underneath his breath, speaking just loud enough for you to hear the words.

“Excuse me?” you stood up, your hands resting on your hips. You couldn’t believe how bold he was.

“Yeah, you heard me right. How childish can you be? Not talking to me in front of everyone. Instead of just telling me what’s wrong.” Harry yelled back to you.

“Are you serious right now, Harry?” you laughed out in disbelieve.

“Yes, I am! Enlighten me!” Harry smiled deviously, he was well aware of the fact why you were so angry, but he couldn’t help himself.

“I can’t believe you Harry. Seriously, I don’t understand you at all. You promised me to fly back home with me tomorrow. You even told me that you booked your flight. And now I must learn through a friend of yours that you not just have decided to stay here for longer, but also decided for me that I don’t get to stay here with you. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?” you couldn’t help but raise your voice as tears started to dwell in your eyes. This was all too much for you.

“I wanted to tell you!” Harry blurted out, he knows that he isn’t handling the situation his best. Harry also knows that he did play you unfair and should ask for your forgiveness on his knees. But once again in his life, he was way too proud to admit it.

“When did you want to tell me?! When I’m sitting in the plane and it takes off with the seat next to me empty? You’re unbelievable” you just shook your head.

“No, of course not! Just tell me what you want me to say, Y/N. Just tell me, so I can say it and everything’s alright again” he mumbled, a hand running through his tousled hand. He was still exhausted from last night and he just wants to hold you close and cuddle a bit more, fighting with you really wasn’t on his agenda for his birthday.

Hell, of course he will jump on that damn plane with you tomorrow if it was that important, but you didn’t even give him a chance to make it up to you. If being without him is so devasting for you why didn’t you just tell him. He didn’t understand what the whole fuss was about.

“You don’t get it, do you? you ask him. You were confirmed in your assumption as you were met with an indeed puzzled looking Harry whose expression was so clueless and helpless.

“You really don’t get it.” You sat down on the bed in frustration, realization sinking in.

“This can’t be fixed with a simple sorry, Harry. Not this time. You always put yourself first and I can’t keep up with it anymore. I’m always the one who gets hurt and you come along and promise me some nothings and I say it’s alright because I do love you. But I don’t think you really do love me. If you loved me, then you wouldn’t hurt me all the time.” You took in a sharp breath as you looked up into Harry’s face for the first time since you started to pour your heart out.

His eyes widened with every word you have said. Your words ringing in his ears. This sounds bad, very bad.

“I need you, Harry. Especially right now. Everything is just too much and the only thing that got me through it all was you supporting me. And now I’m just hurting, I’m hurting so bad because I can’t keep living with sharing my boyfriend with the world. Sometimes Harry, I need you more than you think.”

“Y/N. Please.” He whispered, cutting through the silence that evolved the two of you, it already deemed him where this argument is meant to go.

“I can’t fly home asking myself when I will get to see your face again. If it’s in a month or three. I can’t. Maybe this whole thing with us is stupid.”, your heart broke more with every word that has slipped your mouth, hoping Harry would finally understand how bad you really were feeling. You heard how Harry let go of a deep breath he held in.

“No, it’s not. And you know that. You know I love you and you know I need you.” He whispered. “You didn’t even tell me that you feel that bad, you were always so chirpy on the phone when we talked. How am I supposed to know that you feel like shit back home?”

He walked closer to where you sat on the bed, sitting down on the floor in front of you.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I’m too selfish, I know that. I’m just too proud to admit it. But I am. I hate being wrong, but I hate even more to see you sad.” He let the words of hurt and truth speak for him.

He’s never been a particular good talker. He poured his heart out into his songs, but today he had to. To make you understand that he never meant to hurt you. Never.

“I know a lot went wrong, but you need to tell me when something is bothering you. You always shut me out when your hurt and act as if nothing’s wrong. And it’s hard for me to see how you’re really feeling when I only get to hear your voice through a phone.” His ears were ringing from his own words and he felt a bit ashamed for how sensitive he was, but if it brings you back to him, it was worth it.

You nodded, you knew that you had a habit of shutting him out, not wanting to bother him with your worries when he was the one with the busy life.

Silence took over the both of you for a while, no one saying a word. You could hear the honking cars from outside. You played with your fingers and Harry picked his lip, like he always does when he’s nervous.

“What are we supposed do now?” you asked as you made up your mind. You loved Harry, with all of your heart and you know that Harry also loves you endlessly. In the end it would always be you two against the world and right now all you wanted was for Harry to hold you close and peck your tears away. To ensure you that you will be fine.

“Well, this isn’t how the weekend was supposed to work out. But it’s still my birthday weekend, and as you know all my wishes need to be fulfilled.” He looked up to you with a shy smile as you hugged your knees close to your chest, being grateful for his careful banter.

“And I do wish for a makeup kiss.” he opened his arms wide, inviting you to make yourself comfortable in them.

“And I also wish for you to sit next to me on our flight back home tomorrow.”

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A/N: Omg! I hope you liked it! I wrote this so quickly, so please be gentle with me. It‘s finals season but I still had to do it!!!! Love you all!!

[kyluxficexchange]

                             Valentine’s Day 2018 Collection

                 (For anyone living in East Asia and celebrating, Happy Chinese New Year!)

Authors have been revealed (for the better half of a day), but due to RL I had a few problems logging on to post this before now, but thank you for your patience with me!

A gentle reminder that while we don’t enforce it as a rule, we greatly recommend readers leave a comment or kudos on their gift- feeling great about validation is universal! It’s been a wild ride, thank you all for bearing with me and sticking along. I hope you had a lovely Valentine’s Day, and that you have a lovelier week.

Beneath the cut is a master-post of fic recs for your reading enjoyment!

All 56 works currently in the collection are included below. If you’d like specific recs for certain tropes/features/themes, you can throw us an ask. If you’d like your work removed from the rec-list, just message us!

CONTENTS, fics for---           valentines day fluff           soft & classic kylux           long journeys           canonical AU           modern AU           benarmie & techienician           comedy(?)

                         VALENTINES FLUFF

Works that are in-character set around Valentines day. Generally modern day! Soft and sweet. A bit late to read these for Valentines Day but we can still make it for White Day!

Blind Date

Phasma sets Hux up on a blind date. She has no idea he and Ren already know each other. And hate each other.

     feat. kylo taking yoga classes, ‘careful, ren’, and copious amounts of humour. phasma is?? a god???, and the banter between kylo and hux is everything. hux’s pov involves a level of sarcasm that is delicious to behold.

Can You Come Get Me

After a vicious fight with his father, Hux needs a place to go. Ren is more than obliging. Not your conventional Valentine's Day, but far better than he had hoped for.

     feat. brendol hux’s A+ parenting, a little bit of whump, and heart-shaped pancakes. there’s a lovely sweetness to ren that really endears the reader to them both.

Crossed Wires

In a modern setting; Armitage and Ben have a very important dinner together.

     feat. benarmie and proposing! is it actually set on v-day? i don’t know but it makes it even fluffier. matt and techie are also present, and the sibling dynamic is to die for.

Don’t Play With Your Food

For the prompt: cannibal and serial killer, cute boyfriends.

     feat. food porn, knitting solving every relationship trouble (knit one purl one two). a romantic comedy falls somewhere between absolutely adorable and somewhat horrifying. maybe it just jumps seamlessly from one to the other.

possession

The one where Kylo and Hux both find themselves on Chandrila with lackluster dates for the local equivalent of Valentine's Day, a bit too much alcohol is imbibed, feelings are had, and animosity gives way to something else.

     feat. a ton of great dialogue, hux in a dress, and alcohol porn. alcohol description porn. just... description porn. the writing is amazingly immersive, the worldbuilding is beautiful, and there is a bar scene which trumps all other bar scenes.

                         SOFT KYLUX

Canonical kylux with (mildly) fluffy endings and lots of hurt/comfort. Possibly not as soft when compared with other fandoms and ships, but equally delicious.

Open Letter

General Hux tries to deal with his negative thoughts after the First Order's latest defeat. Kylo Ren offers some help.

     feat. post-tlj angst and eventual(?) catharsis- at least, the first step to it. hux’s pov and inner monologue is super well written- in this work he’s a lot more vulnerable, and the author really plays on his sense of self worth, to great effect.

Sealed with a Kiss

Armitage is shaken up by Snoke's punishments, so Kylo has to go to him.

     feat. hux being substituted for a pair of maracas, a bit of whump and some hurt/comfort. it’s not quite fluffy- neither of them are nice enough for that- but there’s softness scattered throughout that the bluntness of the text really highlights. also humour, which gets pulled off far too well.

Slow Hands

Hux yearns for Supreme Leader Ren, but he knows it can never happen.

     feat. post-tlj catharsis and the best kind of hurt. the first half is unparalleled unrequited love kink. the pacing and narrative is just perfect- there’s a level of raw emotion conveyed through the writing (on hux’s end) that is quality™.

Tame Your Nightmares

When Hux passes out on the bridge, Supreme Leader Ren takes this matter into his own hands. Together with Hux, he tries to find a solution to Hux's sleep problems.

     feat. kylo being an asshole but a nice asshole, solid REM sleep becoming my kink. a lot of them sassing each other in this fic- the snark gives way to vulnerability at certain moments and it’s A++.

Moon-Shaped Pools

Posing as a couple while on an intelligence-gathering mission to the Pleasure Planet of Chagar IX proves to be enlightening in more ways than one.

     feat. stranded together on a pleasure planet. the atmosphere of this fic is just otherworldly. literally otherwordly- the nature of the place they’re in changes their dynamic and the way they act around each other, and it’s wonderful to see.

Cocooned

prompt: Stranded somewhere not so fun, Kylo takes care of Hux's small wounds with a level of care that makes Hux feel ~uncomfortable~. In a good way.

     feat. a summary that doesn’t live up to its 6,000 words of great dialogue and worldbuilding. basically post-tlj snuggling. the setting really forces the two of them to interact in ways that would not otherwise happen- which results for lots of fluff and hurt/comfort.

The Breaking Point

Supreme Leader Snoke commands his apprentice to dispose of the General. Ren questions his orders.

     feat. a great exploration of ren’s character. his inner monologue is spot on, every emotion is acute and real, and being able to follow his thoughts and feelings to their (perhaps inevitable) conclusion is just a gift.

Constellations

Kylo Ren is in quite a state when he wakes in the medbay following the destruction of Starkiller Base. Luckily for him, he isn't alone.

     feat. post-tfa angst, kylo and hux expressing their feelings to each other. in a feelings way and also in a ‘lets rule the galaxy together’ way. the characterization is spot on and puts a twist on their mutual vulnerability- they’re both just so well written.

Disaster Recovery Plan

In the aftermath of the debacle on Crait the First Order is trying to run an evacuation and recovery operation from the stabilised remains of the Supremacy. But the Mega Star Destroyer is in worse condition than anyone realised, a fact Hux discovers only just in time to save his own life. Seriously injured he finds himself in unexpectedly close quarters with the new Supreme Leader...

     feat. star destroyer class mega, hux whump, recovery and getting together, and hux watching kylo sleep. post-tlj. i just want to say this fic hurts to read because it’s so emotional and the author conveys the characters so well, but things get better for them!

A Few Chocolates

Snoke had forbidden Kylo from experiencing things that Hux never expected. It seems like a good place to start winding closer, manipulating the new Supreme leader. Instead Hux ends up finding out that maybe he doesn’t hate Kylo as much as he thought he did.

     feat. communication over bribery and chocolates. idiots falling in love. hux’s pov is written superbly- the way the two of them come together and the slow build of their relationship reads seamlessly and organic (even with hux’s intent to manipulate going on).

I Am More Than My Scars

Grand Marshal Hux is distraught when he discovers what kind of training Supreme Leader Ren is engaging in to keep himself bound to the dark side, and suspects the involvement of the deceased Snoke.

     feat. non-sexual intimacy, the same tag that is used in the fic but i can’t express how much i love it: they are soft with each other in a way it’s rare to see in most canon fics. it stuck in my mind for days and i love this take on hux and kylo, and how their harshness wears away when they’re alone together.

                         CANONICAL AU

Works set in the Star Wars verse, but with slight twists- on characters, setting, etc.

Blind to his own brilliance

Upon suffering a life-threatening injury, Kylo discovers something about his General that will definitely lead to something more.

Oh, and he also gets a kiss.

     feat. force-sensitive hux living up to the title of the fic, and ren being appropriately impressed. such beautifully written prose i die. following kylo’s pov, it’s easy to see, and easier still to miss any inkling.

Reciprocity

Ben and his family are attending a masquerade ball in celebration of the Peace treaty that will unite forces across the galaxy. Ben is bored and looking for an escape from his mother's political circles.

     feat. a ben solo still with his parents??? my heart. an interesting look into the characters if they’d never met via snoke, and if kylo ren never existed- the worldbuilding in the background is fascinating, and hux in this fic is a less polished, more open version of himself that i love.

Pulvis et Lux

Emptiness. Hux shook in his quarters, clutching a tiny position sensor to his heart. It was dead now. Cold, quiet, and useless. The last five years he had cherished it like a tiny piece of his lover, knowing that, however far he strayed, Kylo Ren was alive and within his reach.

But now he was lost to him, and Hux was left with a tiny piece of smooth metal and a large corpse, bloodied and burned.

    feat. angst in buckets, character death, and force ghost kylo. and rings. it’s a fic about mourning and not quite letting go. proving wrong the age old saying of ‘death do us part’. still without a doubt a fic to stoke the tragedy boner.

                        CLASSIC KYLUX

Kylux that is decidedly not soft. Sometimes dark, sometimes not so dark, but the classic dynamic from early on in the fandom.

Connections Never Sought

“You’re serious. You want to know? The last time you asked me about the Force, it was because you wanted to know if I could interrogate your prisoner from another system.”

     feat. too many feels, a new level of kink without... actually getting explicit?? (how), and feelings being resolved via sex. hints of softness that neither of them act on, with rey as an unintentional voyeur.

so indefinite as to be indefinable

It goes like this: their shadows become misshapen, tall and hungry and swallowing the dark- in the unlit corners of the room, monsters trying to eat each other.

     feat. purple prose, angst that eventually turns less angsty. prose for days, and both of them being idiots falling in love- with mutual pining thrown in for good measure. once again, classic characterization- which mingles with some fluff.

An Uneasy Alliance

After the events on Crait, the newly self appointed Supreme Leader Kylo Ren and General Armitage Hux struggle to find their footing with their new power structure and the imbalance it creates. Hux feels the sting of his ill treatment at Ren's hand and fears the worst is coming.

     feat. more prose that will slaughter you, power imbalance, and so much pining. these two sorting out their issues with communication and stabbing- their characterization really calls back to the first wave of kylux fics that came out after tfa, and it’s beautifully written.

you know why

An assassination attempt, some rather unexpected heroism from Hux, and the magic of bacta. This day really isn't going the way Kylo Ren expected. Whoever thought that building an empire would be this difficult?

     feat. slow but not soft kylux, multifaceted. also delicious smut. ren and hux straddle the line between ‘adorably fluffy’ and ‘not nice at all’- hux is almost frighteningly unreadable at times, and kylo is (in comparison) far too easy to read, which just fuels their dynamic here further.

Reveille

Kylo and Hux have an arrangement. So what if some woman can make Hux smile?

     feat. jealousy and brilliant characterization. miscommunication happens in spades and catharsis is somewhere beyond the tunnel- kylo is emotionally oblivious, and hux is probably at a loss because of it.

                        FOR LONG JOURNEYS

Long fics over 10,000 words. If not for a long journey, then read them with a good mug of coffee and snacks on a rainy day.

Dangerous Mistakes

Kylo Ren is dangerous, and has long been a thorn in the side of General Hux. He's always hated him and always will. Or will he?

     feat. enemies to lovers and hux reading romance novels. there’s a wonderful darkness that never quite abates in the fic, neither hux nor ren are very nice people- both of them drawn to each other for reasons they don’t seem to wholly comprehend.

Lead To Follow

Five years after leaving the world of competitive ballroom dancing, Hux is comfortable in his life as an instructor - until one bad student has to shake everything up.

     feat. a primer on ballroom dancing, hank the investment banker, and both of them being incurable and helpless romantics. finn/rey and leia/holdo are background ships that work together really well. also trans!hux! the dialogue and description are so well written, i honestly can’t imagine how much research and time went in to this fic.

man in black

“So, you really want to live here?” Finn frowns, dark eyes gazing out of the front window. Rain streams down the glass, each droplet creating a trail - like silvery scars on frosted skin.

“I don’t really have a choice.” is the reply.

     feat. putting pineapple and sweetcorn on pizza and small town southern gothic. mild horror, mildly creepy hux. there’s a lot of suspense- it reads a little as mystery/light horror novel might read. it was completely riveting to read, the narrative slips and slides in some parts- kylo is an unreliable narrator, in an unreliable reality.

our love is a ghost (that the others can’t see)

Ren likes flowers. Hux finds out.

     feat. canon-verse with soft kylux and beautiful writing. pressed flowers, fresh flowers, hux gifting ren flowers. a lot of restrained emotion that finally, finally gives way towards the middle and end.

tell me we’ll never get used to it

Kylo may not have recognized his co-star's voice, but he sure as shit remembers that this Armitage Hux guy was the best one night stand he's ever had in his life.

     feat. actor AU, great puns, all the background ships. it’s a multi-media project with graphics/edits and different styles of writing- and aside from the amazing writing, it’s the most fun thing i’ve read in forever. there were throwaway lines that had me yelling for ten minutes straight. bonus points for bodhi and cassian being partners.

Sustenance

Kylo Ren has spent the last five years fighting in the desert, leading the Southern Front for Emperor Snoke’s war against the Resistance. Global conquest is near at hand, but things take a turn for the worse when General Armitage Hux is captured and delivered far north to a Resistance stronghold in the Davarn Mountains. Ren has never ventured that far north himself; nor has he ever met Armitage Hux, but the severity the Emperor heaps on this situation implies there’s probably more to the man than what meets the eye.

Whatever the case may be, Ren takes the mission without question. After all, the sooner he sets things in order with the General, the sooner he can return to his own quest of cutting down the Resistance army.

He just fails to anticipate how difficult this mission turns out to be…

     feat. an author who claims never to have written steampunk before, but writes it amazingly well. close to 28k, definitely for a very long train journey. the moments of softness between kylo and hux are nestled between plot-heavy segments and beautiful worldbuilding. background characters are fleshed out, the setting is beautiful, it’s a fully fledged short novel that could even be read standalone.

                         SMUT

Porn with and without plot. (my thoughts on smut are generally incoherent whoops, i might add onto this section later.)

Atonement

Ren stares at the carpet. “Tell me what to do,” he says.

“Last time I tried that, you nearly rendered me unconscious,” Hux snaps, hoping he sounds more incensed than hurt.

     feat. bottom kylo and bondage.

An Attempt on His Life

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren summons for his General to discuss a private matter of the utmost importance. Hux assumes this is where he dies after his treasonous thoughts from "that night".

  ��  feat. more bottom kylo and post-tlj sorting out of feelings. calling hux armitage. A+++

Do it The Right Way

Hux just wants to sleep at night, too bad his neighbor keeps him up with his loud, incorrect masturbation. Hux is just going to have to guide him through how to do it properly

     feat. hux being Done.

Hold On

Hux holds out one gloved hand, beckoning Ren away from the cave’s starless winding passages, back toward the salt and red earth and open sky.

Ren goes to him, because there is a choice— but not really.

     feat. hot mess kylo ren and a lot of dom/sub. the writer’s prose is beautiful.

Impromptu Meeting

Kylo was beyond exasperated with his top General, Armitage Hux and his lack of respect. Kylo was not an Alpha to be mocked and a simple beta should know so. He'd have to have a long talk with a certain ginger.

     feat. A/B/O-verse, omega hux and alpha kylo. (dubious/non-consent)

Mutual destruction

“Scared you could still lose this battle? That I could get what I want?”, Hux teases and it’s probably the wrong thing to say but he doesn’t care anymore. He wants this to get bloody and messy and he wants to be able to claw and hate with all he’s got. Ren has to see it in his mind because only seconds later the knight’s angry lips cover his mouth and the kiss is entirely painful and yet the best they've had so far.

     feat. too many feels, semi-transactional sex, and classic kylux. also bonus shout-out as the author didn’t have a giftee while writing- leave a comment /o/!

Negotiations

Or Negotiations with a Man Baby

Hux and Kylo have been fucking for awhile now. But then an awkward moment leads to them actually talking about their sex lives and trying new things.

     feat. (daddy) kink negotiation, the promise of lingerie. light-hearted and humourous at parts.

People Like Us

Kylo has to make it up to Hux after he roughs him up in front of his subordinates.

     feat. neither of them being nice, both of them getting what they want.

We can talk it over, and over, and over

“Whatever you just did,” he moves again, “Do it again.”

There are lines that the Force can break down, lines that can bring people closer together, lines that turn a feeling into an experience.

     feat. inappropriate use of the force. they’re surprisingly domestic- fluffy but there’s an undertone of something not-entirely-healthy sprinkled throughout. it’s an interesting twist on what a relationship between them might look like.

                        MODERN DAY FICS

Featuring office romance, actor AU, a little bit for everyone.

Best Intentions

As if Ben’s hopeless crush on his uptight but gorgeous coworker isn’t problematic enough, a well-intentioned mistake has gotten him into a mess of trouble.

Luckily for Ben—and unluckily for Hux—he has a plan.

     feat. office humour, accidents, and double shot lattes with almond milk. the coffee descriptions are to die for, as is the millicent cameo. it’s sweet to see them together, and to see them communicating with one another (nearer to the end).

The Future In-Laws

Han and Leia Organa-Solo pay a visit to their son and his fiancé in London.

     feat. armitage speaking his mind about brexit, han and leia coming to visit their kids. the americanization of aubergines into eggplants. han and leia are wonderful in this fic; hux is the anxious fiance about to meet the in-laws, and the whole fic is just slow and very sweet.

More Than Words

Armitage is a cynic about love because of his father's relationship with Maratelle and Armitage's mother, but when a friend signs him up for a blind date, he meets Ben. Despite Ben's parents having a completely dysfunctional marriage, he remains an optimist about finding his soulmate. It might not be love at first sight, but there's definitely something going on…

     feat. hux not being optimistic on his blind date with ben. ben recommending the fish. wb yeats turning over in his grave. ben is a romantic and hux claims to be a cynic, and the whole fic (from hux’s pov) reads in a far too romantic manner- the pacing is perfect and the writing even more so.

Nearly Missed

After two years of travelling the world trying to find himself, Kylo Ren is as lost as ever. When he returns home for a brief visit, he is unexpectedly reunited with his best friend and long-time secret crush, Armitage Hux.

     feat. fluff and angst, kylo returning from a trip of self-discovery in which he discovered nothing. kylo and armitage communicating with each other. i really enjoyed reading hux taking a different path in life- the idea of how different he could be as a person if this or that had changed.

Northern Exposure

When Hux's personal assistant abandons him without warning he is forced to take on an emergency employee to replace him. Kylo is without a doubt the worst assistant Hux has ever had, and possibly an escaped convict, but there's something about him that catches Hux's attention.

     feat. hux being an inappropriate boss, borderline workplace harassment but they still get together. kylo’s past is a mystery, hux wants to chop trees down, and the background characters are to die for- everyone is astonishingly fleshed out considering the wordcount, and the writing style fits hux’s pov perfectly.

Slow dance with the best man

Hux is dragged to his subordinate's wedding and decides to take advantage of the free drinks. But the best man is tall, dark, and handsome--and he has his eyes set on Hux!

Or, a Harlequin romance novel au

     feat. a never-ending cycle of finding romance. hux is quite literally swept away by ren, and both of them dramatically fall in love.

Totality

Hux is an astronomer, and Kylo an astrologist. They bicker about the stars and fall in love during an eclipse.

     feat. a meet-cute and the sweetest romance i’ve ever read. the amount of characterization stuffed into 1300 words flabbergasts me- there’s so much of it in the dialogue itself that it doesn’t need description to be conveyed.

Still Water

The men are working together and they're both reserved.

     feat. office romance and champagne in plastic cups. hux is reserved but confident, and kylo is more unsure of himself, making for an interesting dynamic!

Cut Above the Rest

Kylo needs a haircut. Poe knows a guy. Kylo's not sure what he's getting into.

     feat. hair stylist hux with a mysterious past and kylux having their first meeting. light-hearted and fluffy. hux is dramatic and slightly(?) creepy, it only serves to make them both more endearing.

                         BENARMIE & TECHIENICIAN

Self explanatory, but this also works as the ‘tooth-rottingly fluffy’ category.

birds of a feather

Techie has never met anyone like Matt before, but he's never met anyone like himself, either.

     feat. techienician, a lot of fluff, and pigeons. i love how techie is written, his pov is just so very stylized and unique- his character comes through via the narration alone. pure cinnamon buns in love.

Good Morning, Angel

Techie is a permanent patient at a hospital and Matt is the new nurse there. (Cue Matt falling for him without even realizing it within the first ten minutes.)

     feat. more techienician, patient techie and nurse matt looking like a sketch of the zodiac killer. tooth-rottingly fluffy. matt is super caring in this one- seeing hux through his eyes is absolutely endearing.

Wedding Daze

It's his brother's wedding, Armitage should be happy. Instead he's reminded of just how lonely he is. And then he sees the other best man. It may have been six months since they worked together, but there's no mistaking Ben Solo.

     feat. there’s background techienician that is just super soft and sweet (marriage !!), and then the dynamic between armitage and ben which parallels and contrasts that. the dynamic between the siblings themselves is perfect.

                         COMEDY(?)

At least, light-hearted and sweet, no hurt in sight. If anything, fics that will make you laugh when you need it.

Lost Cat, Fat.

Hux decides to keep Millicent inside so she won't get any extra feedings. But someone else is looking for her, too.

     feat. millicent adopting a second dad without armitage’s permission and misunderstandings over parenting. hux and ren’s interaction here is just adorable, and i love the narration from hux’s pov- he and millicent make a wonderful pair.

Disappointment Comes After Success

General Hux has a lot on his plate, especially now that his former co-commander and ex-lover is the new Supreme Leader. He drinks the bitterest tea and arms himself with pettiness and hope.

     feat. post-tlj misuse of the supreme leader’s power, hux being close to losing it, hux deserving better, and hair-washing kink. so much hair-washing kink. i don’t think i ever stopped laughing to myself reading this.

Fate’s Accountant

Supreme Leader Kylo Ren's reign of terror starts off poorly and continues on a downward trajectory from there. Badly as he doesn't wish to admit it, he needs his estranged lover/former co-commander's help to put everything back together again both personally and professionally. Surely, Snoke had something laying around here that will be sufficient enough to bribe him. What gift best says, "I'm sorry I've been an incompetent asshole and I want you back"?

     feat. ‘gracious government mix’ the chocolate giftbox, darth knight tantrum trying to make things up to hux. every single sentence is comedy gold. feels lurk under the surface to be discovered and rediscovered on second and third rereads. the pinnacle of fic.

What doesn’t kill you

..... makes you fall in love.

     feat. the trope of 5 4 times plus 1, and me indeed falling in love with this fic. phasma being the hero and friend we don’t deserve. hux tries to kill kylo with successively worse results. or eventually better results. i cackled to myself the entire time and i’m glad hux ended up laughing too.

Stranded

Kylo is snowed in at an airport. And the world's most arrogant prick is too. This is just Kylo's luck.

     feat. a wonderfully written setting, description porn, and sock garters. seeing hux from kylo’s pov is just... a gift. kylo is a gift, hux is a bit of an asshole, but a snarky asshole, and it’s so well-written i cry. also the smut is such a bonus.

EDITS: 01. added a fic that had been missing before: i am more than my scars.

[the-rain-shall-fall]

Wedding Dress (Vanderan Fic)

A little Vanderan angst fic I wrote just because. It’s also posted in Ao3 if you want to read it there~ Thanks for dropping by! ouo)7

[Also on AO3]

Bells echoed throughout the church as Vanderwood stood by the aisle, looking at a beautiful brunet in a white wedding dress make her way towards the altar. He didn’t know what to feel – he was happy, sad, envious, hurt, heartbroken – it was all a flurry of emotions he wasn’t used to. He wanted to run away – far away from this place.

Why was she getting married to that person, of all people? He wanted to scream and punch something. He wanted go back to his agent days where feelings weren’t of importance. But alas, here he was, watching the beautiful bride smile at him while wrapping her arm around Saeran’s. It was five months ago, while the former agent was cooking dinner for three, Chae-rin burst in the kitchen.

“I’m getting married!”

Vanderwood’s face paled as he slowly looked at Chae-rin, a wide grin on her face as she had her left hand up, a ring on her finger. It was as if the world stopped – he tried to swallow the lump in his throat but it just increased the pain. He stared at the ring, bright and glinting at the light as if mocking him of what he wanted but could never have. It took a few more seconds before he rapidly blinking his eyes, the brunette laughing at him.

“Vandy, are you that shocked? Come on! This was bound to happen! I wasn’t expecting it to be this early though but really, what do you expect of Saeran?” Chae-rin giggled and looked lovingly at the ring, not noticing the way Vanderwood’s face soured and averted his eyes. Of course, this was bound to happen. He was an idiot for wishing this not to happen.

“Congratulations.” He forced himself to speak, his voice flat and emotionless as he gripped the spatula, trying hard not to react negatively. The brunet took a deep, calming breath before going back to cooking as if he wasn’t having an internal turmoil. “I was actually expecting the kid to propose earlier. Took him long enough.”

“I don’t need your sass, Vanderwood.” Saeran appeared with a deadpan look on his face as he slipped an arm around the brunette’s waist. “I proposed and it went well. That’s it. Hyung was ecstatic when he learned about it. I think he’s still raving about it with the RFA.” A light blush coloured his cheeks as the red-head’s eyes shifted around, feeling embarrassed. Vanderwood felt an easy smile spread on his face at seeing the usually aloof and edgy kid get bashful.

“Saeyoung must really be happy his little brother found love.” That lovely blush turned darker as Saeran tried to hide it by burying his face against Chae-rin’s neck. The former agent could feel the familiar tugs at his heart, making him fall deeper and hurt at the same time. If it weren’t for the sizzling of the fried rice, Vanderwood might have stared at the red-head for hours on end.

Weeks passed and they were getting quite busy with the wedding preparations, seeing as Saeyoung wouldn’t stop talking about it with Chae-rin. The hacker and bride-to-be were all smiles and happy chattering; Saeran and Vanderwood just didn’t have the heart to interrupt, even when they decided the wedding would be in three months’ time. Saeran just sighed and shook his head while Vanderwood pinched the bridge of his nose, ultimately done with the over-excited kids’ antics.

“I’m best man?” The former agent openly gawked at Saeran, who was looking around the boutique for a suit to wear at the wedding. “But, I thought Saeyoung would be the best man? He’s your brother.” The brunet wasn’t sure how he’d handle being in that situation. He respected Saeran’s decision, but he’d rather stand far away from the scene to avoid anyone seeing what his expression would be.

“Hyung wanted to be the one to organize everything with Chae-rin. Besides, you’re more suited to be best man than him.” The red-head was so nonchalant, unknowing of the hurt his words give the brunet. But Vanderwood didn’t give anything away. He acted as if his heart wasn’t shattering into a million pieces like a piece of glass. He helped with the fitting and selection, ignoring the pricks and needles in his chest. He had been beside the red-head ever since he betrayed the agency – might as well do this till the end.

Still, he couldn’t avoid nights where he would feel hurt eating him from the inside. He couldn’t help but feel regret and anger at himself for not grabbing at the countless of chances he let slip. He could’ve been the one who was holding Saeran’s hand, making him smile, showering him with love and gifts – but he just had to be a fucking coward.

It was on these nights where he’d speed-drive to the sea and either scream his heart out or just stare at the open sea, wishing to the countless stars that he didn’t have to suffer like this. It came to a point where he wished he didn’t fall for Saeran – but then he remembered the movie nights, the shy smiles he received when the younger twin was opening up to him, the days Saeran would go to him instead of his brother when the thunderstorms got worse, the times when he’d teach the kid to cook, and he’d immediately retract the idea. He fell in love, but it was his fault for not doing anything about it.

The day of the wedding came. The day Vanderwood selfishly hoped would never come. The venue was beautiful – decorated with pristine white roses and camellias, partnered with pale red silk hanging from the benches and walls. He saw Saeyoung was busy with last minute touches, checking every single detail and decided not to disturb him. The brunet wandered around until he saw the groom’s room, knocking quietly and entering when he was given the okay.

“Vanderwood! How do I look?” Saeran was fidgeting, fingers playing with the hem of his suit as the former agent stared, heart stopping for a second. He was breathtaking. The white outfit partnered with a red bow fitted him better than the black one Saeyoung was wearing. The vest hugged his lithe figure and accentuated his lean muscles; the suit on top of it was just the right size. The brunet had a lot of things he wanted to say to that question, but he didn’t want to spoil the mood with a sudden confession.

“Like a fine young man. Chae-rin is lucky to have you as her husband.” The smile he received was worth more than all the gold and silver in this world and he wouldn’t have it any other way – even at the cost of his own happiness. In that moment, he remembered exactly why his heart started yearning for the younger twin – it was this same smile that made him fall.

The former agent silently watched the wedding, his face devoid of any emotion even though he had a smile on. He watched, numb and tired of hurting, as Saeran and Chae-rin said their vows and sealed their undying love with a kiss. He watched as the love of his life tied the knot with someone else, realizing all over again how he never had the chance to tell Saeran how much he loved him.

[tylerhoechlns]

Sterek Recs: Bookmarked (1/?)

I’ve been lacking with my posts, specifically my sterek recs, so I decided I should post all 1,163 (and counting) fics that I have bookmarked on AO3 into a few separate posts.

WARNING: I have been bookmarking almost every sterek fic I have ever read since the summer of 2015. Some of these fics may include side pairings or briefly include Derek and/or Stiles with someone else. I tried to add some tags and warnings here but PLEASE read the tags and or warnings on the fic itself if this is something you do not like. All of these fics are completed. 

How to Win an Argument Without Really Trying by sffan (Explicit - 2.2k)

It started with a kiss.

Well, actually, it started with an argument.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, First Time, Porn Without Plot

Blushing Pretty by the_deep_magic (Explicit - 3.2k)

Tonight’s the rare occasion when he gets to take Stiles apart, piece by piece, and Stiles – annoying, mouthy, brilliant, gorgeous Stiles – lets him. 

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot, Established Relationship, Light BDSM

🔒 The One In Which Derek's Dick Disappears by bleep0bleep (Explicit - 3.3k)

Derek wakes up one afternoon without a particular appendage.

Stiles thinks someone left a very realistic looking dildo in his bed.

— Tags and Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Public Sex, Telepathic Sex

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by JenNova (Explicit - 3.7k)

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek's right.

“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

— Tags and Warnings: Porn Without Plot

Stiles, why is Derek Hale passed out on our front porch? by marguerite_26, mothlights (Explicit, 4.4k)

Stiles doesn't hear the knock on his front door, but he figures there must have been one, because now his dad's calling out to him,

"Stiles, do you know why Derek Hale just passed out on our front porch?"

Stiles freezes, carton of milk half way to his mouth. He looks around the empty room, wondering if it has any answers. Derek Hale just passed out on his front porch -- sounds like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse.

— Tags and Warnings: Spark Stiles, Magical Bond, Hurt/Comfort

With Warmest Regards (Affectionately Yours) by asocialfauxpas (fuzzytomato) (Mature - 5.9k)

House Hale and House Stilinski form an alliance through the betrothal of Prince Derek and Prince Stiles. Having only met once before, they write letters to get to know one another.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Royalty, Alive Hale Family, background/side pairings. 

Intro To Art For NonMajors by otatop (N/A - 13k)

Derek has one more class to pass before he can finish his degree but he can't bring himself to give a shit about art. He can, however, give a shit about his professor.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Student!Derek/Teacher!Stiles, Artist!Stiles

an exaltation of larks by llassah (Explicit - 25k)

There are times when he feels as if they could fall into bed together, easy as breathing. If Stiles were not highborn, if he were an omega without connections, Derek would be sorely tempted. As it is, he resists. Derek wants, he yearns, but he resists. Still, the sight of Stiles in his cot is enough to test him, even now that it is familiar. At the end of each lambing season, he sleeps for a week, worn down by months of hard work, of relentless struggle. He doesn’t know how he’ll feel by the time Stiles leaves, how he’ll feel after long days and longer nights spent resisting the insistent tug of Stiles’s scent and the inclinations of his own foolish heart.

All Derek wants is to get through the lambing season with his body and spirit intact. He had thought that the blizzards would be the main danger, not a highborn omega with beautiful eyes and a stubborn streak.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Historical, AU: Werewolves are Known, AU: Medievalesque Omega!Stiles, Alpha!Derek, Non-Graphic Torture, Mutual Pining

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (Explicit, 27k)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.

“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”

Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

— Tags and Warnings: University, Soul bonds, Getting Together.

By Any Other Name by entanglednow (Explicit - 33K)

He doesn't know his name, he doesn't know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he's on the run with. But he's pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst, Amnesia, Violence

Strike Softly (Away From The Body) by qhuinn (tekla) (Explicit - 34k)

Derek is a bodyguard and Stiles his spoiled, resistant client.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers

The Worst Thing I Ever Did by RemainNameless (Explicit, 41k)

Stiles would say his relationship with Derek is about fifteen percent empty threats, thirty percent sass, ten percent avoiding violence together, and five percent eyebrows. If anyone asked, he would say the remaining forty percent is mutual orgasms.

It’s a good thing no one ever asks.

— Tags and Warning: AU: Canon Divergence, post 3x03, Underage, Canon Typical Violence, Porn With Feelings, Possessive Behavior, Dubious Consent, D/s themes, Non-Negotiated Kink

 Traces by standinginanicedress (Explicit - 44k)

Derek snaps his fingers and glares into Stiles' eyes. “You say you're not the same, but – there you fucking go, acting just like yourself.”

Stiles bristles. “Oh, right. Because you know me so fucking well, don't you?”

“Better than you seem to think,” he mutters under his breath in response, and Stiles gets even more incensed.

“Pushing me up against walls, shoving my head into steering wheels,” he shrugs his shoulders, glares, “some real heart to hearts we've had!”

“Holding me up in eight feet of water when I was paralyzed, nearly cutting my arm off for me to save my life. Doesn't seem so fucking shallow to me, Stiles.”

— Tags and Warnings: Underage (17), Angst, Body Dysmorphia, PTSD, Kate Argent

our lives are changing lanes by grimm (Explicit - 47k)

There's a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn't really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude's got kids hanging all over him; one's on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There's a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he's got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles' mouth drops open.

"How many of those kids did you kidnap?" he asks before he can wrangle his brain into submission.

The man gives him a look that says what the fuck is wrong with you and snaps, "You think I'd subject myself to this on purpose?"

"Oooh," says one of the kids hanging off his arm. "I'm telling Mom."

— Tags and Warnings: AU: Werewolves Are Known, Deputy!Stiles, Single Parent Derek, Past Kate/Derek

☆ Sense of Home by siny  (Explicit - 53k)

Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.

After the events with the Nemeton, Stiles starts suffering the consequences of their sacrifice. A journey he attempts to make on his own, but only becomes worse with every step he takes. In the process he seeks comfort in an unexpected place and it draws him toward an unexpected person.

— Tags and Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Major (Fake) Character Death, Angst, Slow Build, First Time, Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. 

Move A Mountain by ZainClaw (Explicit - 69k)

Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.

— Tags and Warnings: Smut, Angst, Biker!Derek, background/side pairings

Occam's Razor by MissAnnThropic (Explicit - 74k)

When Stiles goes to sleep, he’s a junior in high school. He wakes up in a world where he’s twenty-four and married to Derek Hale. Stiles just can’t seem to catch a break.

— Tags and Warnings: Angst

☆ Cornerstone by Vendelin (Explicit - 83k)

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

— Tags and Warnings: Blind!Stiles, Marine!Derek, PTSD

☆ No Homo by RemainNameless (Explicit - 84k)

Stiles' sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads "str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic". Derek is the fool who replies.

— Tags and Warnings: AU: University, Internalized Homophobia, Recreational Drug Use (Marijuana), Alcohol, Lots of Safe and Unsafe Sex

🔒 Shatterproof by pyes (Explicit - 90k)

The first time that Derek kisses Stiles, they're in the Jeep—which is sideways—while they're trapped in an overpass collapse.

It's the second time when things really get scary.

— Tags and Warnings: Post 3b Pack, Hurt/Comfort, Injury Recovery, Canon Typical Violence/Gore. 

I Know Where Babies Come From, Derek by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 127k)

Stiles finds a baby on the porch.

It looks exactly like him.

Well, this is awkward.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Domestic Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canonical Death, Pack Feels, Abduction, Threats of Rape/Non-Con

Little Wild Animal by DiscontentedWinter (Explicit - 131k)

Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property. Humans are supposed to be extinct. But then, Stiles is full of surprises.

— Tags and Warnings: Underage, Feral!Stiles, Angst with a Happy Ending, Background/Side pairings. Fics 2&3 of sterek aren’t majority about Sterek.