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xchxsex · 5 months

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1 For All and All For 1: Kenny Lacos, Mark Hoffman, John Stone x AFAB reader:

Warning: 4 way, throatfucking, anal, praise, degradation, a costas multiverse, slapping, squirting, p in v penetration, mention of murder, implied stalking, breeding

You were a normal girl. The daughter of the sheriff of your small town, most everyone knew your family and you knew everyone. Being in your 3rd year college studying engineering, you weren’t close to home much. This upset you, but you wouldn’t trade in some of the experiences you’ve had because of it. The few parties, late night drives with friends, wild campus events, college life had really changed you as a person.

It’s winter break, and you’ve returned to your home town, seeing your friends and even a few enemies from high school. That part about coming back always sucked.

“Hey, i was wondering if maybe you’d like to come back and work at the station with me over the break? Could use some extra money to take with you,” your dad suggested.

You had worked there over summer break and actually really enjoyed it. Getting to meet the people that work so close to your father, almost like a second family to him, was a rewarding experience. And as a broke college student, you couldn’t turn down some extra income.

“Sure, that sounds good.”

“Good, grab your coat and we’ll go,” he says.

You enter the cop car, driving to the station as light sprinkles of shimmering snow begin to fall. Being up north, this wasn’t abnormal, especially around this time of year.

Arriving at the station, you are swarmed with people that have known you since you were little, talking about how they’re so happy to see you and asking how this semester has gone.

Reminiscing over the last of the year, you glance up to see your father talking with a certain brown hair, blue eyed handsome man. He must be new, as you certainly would have remembered a man who looked like that walking around. He turns to face you and smiles as your father points his finger at you. God, he has a gorgeous smile too.

They begin to approach you as your breath hitches.

“Y/N, id like to introduce you to my newly appointed deputy sheriff Kenny Lacos.”

He holds out his hand and you take it, noticing how big it is compared to yours.

“Nice to meet you Y/N,” he says, almost looking through you.

“Nice to meet you too,” you barely make out. His eyes linger on yours before a door opens, an angry man walking in.

“Where’s sheriff L/N?,” he asks.

Your father turns to meet the man; heavier set with longer hair, but also with those gorgeous blue eyes.

“I been looking all over for you!,” he says before your father reveals you to him.

“Im sorry Mark, i should have called. I had to pick up my daughter from college earlier.”

He turns to face you. “Oh, im sorry. I try to not raise my voice around a young lady. Im Detective Mark Hoffman.” He also holds out his hand and you shake it.

He also must be new. You notice Kenny look at him with flared nostrils, lip slightly curled, seeing the way Mark is eyeing you like he did.

Before you can introduce yourself, you hear more commotion behind you. You turn to see a man you do recognize, and for good reason.

“I been here 4 fuckin’ hours, you gonna let me go with my fine like usual?,” he groans at the officer next to him.

John Stone was no stranger when it came to the law. He had many DUIs among a few assault charges. You were ashamed that you only saw his broad stature and how handsome he was for an older man.

He notices you standing. “Oh, hi Y/N. Back from college so soon?”

Yeah. He was there so much that he knew you by name at this point.

“Yeah. Winter break.”

“Get good grades this semester?,” he asks. He had a little girl of his own and he was never known to treat younger girls badly.

“Yep, all A’s and B’s,” you say proudly.

“Good girl,” he says.

He said that to you a lot, not like it didn’t make your legs clench every now and then. It also didn’t matter that you would sometimes think of him while your hands worked their way into your underwear, although now you have a few dirty fantasies to choose from.

Your dad takes you into his office leaving all 3 men outside.

“Been a while since I’ve seen a pretty girl like her around here,” Mark nudges Kenny.

“Yeah, sure,” he says, side eyeing Mark,” but um, isn’t she a little too young for you?”

Mark smiles. “Maybe, but i bet Ive bed a lot more women her age than you have.”

Kenny would never admit that he was probably right.

John laughs. “That girl needs a real man, not two immature shitheads.”

Both men purse their lips at John, not wanting to give in to his trolling but also not wanting to be talked to like that either.

“She sure doesn’t need a criminal either,” Kenny finally says.

John smiles. “Bein’ a criminal don’t matter when you got years of experience in the bedroom. She needs a man that makes her back arch and toes curl and leaves her breathless with her legs shaking. Not a boy that climbs on her, finishes in 2 minutes and then rolls off and goes to sleep.”

Their argument begins to attract attention and the men disband.

Later on, you’re back at your house. Your dad had to leave abruptly on a call, leaving you alone.

Watching TV, you hear a knock at your door. Not expecting anyone, you look through the peephole to see Kenny and Mark standing on the opposite side of what seems like an argument.

You open the door and the men collect themselves.

“Hi again Y/N,” Kenny says.

“Hi?,” you ask, unsure why they’re here.

“Your dad sent us to keep you company until he gets back,” Mark says.

This wasn’t surprising. As a sheriff, he saw women in the most awful condition with graphic things done to them. He never liked leaving you alone in the house even for a few minutes.

“Okay, you can come in.”

Now that they’re inside, you can see they’ve both changed; Kenny in a sweater and jeans, Mark in a loose shirt with sweat pants.

You admit that both of the men look even better this way, even though you’ve always had a thing for men in uniform.

They join you on the couch after hanging their coats. You notice them sitting on opposite sides, confirming that they don’t exactly get along.

“You hungry or anything Y/N?,” Kenny asks.

“Oh, no i just ate not long ago,” you say.

You sense the tension in the room, making you a little uncomfortable.

Watching TV, you see out of the corner of your eye as Kenny begins to scoot closer to you, the outside of your thighs touching. The sudden contact makes your cheeks go red, not able to stop yourself smiling at him.

Mark takes notice, not wanting Kenny to get his hands on you before he could, and moves closer to you.

The men have you closed in now. You’re starting to guess what this is about. As you think, Kenny brushes your hair away from your cheek and smiles.

“Sorry, i could feel the hairs tickling me from here.”

You smile with him. He really was a cute guy, and your age. It would be perfect if your dad wasn’t his boss.

Mark moves in closer to you, wrapping his arm around your back and tugging you to him.

You can’t help but slightly bite your lip and smile, knowing that they’re essentially fighting over being next to you.

Suddenly, there’s another knock at the door. Assuming that maybe your dad is back, you jump up and run to the door, pulling it open. But what you see isn’t expected.

John is at the other side, giving you a smile.

“And what’s a young pretty girl like you doing home alone at this hour?”

You can’t help but feel a twinge of fear, not knowing how he got your address or why he’s even here.

“John, what are you doing here?,” you ask, shakily.

“Well, i heard your daddy done left you here all alone. Got a babysitter for my little girl and decided to come over here to keep you company.”

The man that you fantasized about standing in your doorway sends a chill down your spine that goes straight to your heat unexpectedly.

Mark and Kenny peer around the corner to see John, and you sense that this is not going to end well.

“I-I’m gonna go to the bathroom,” you say, setting off at a brisk pace.

After you leave, the men exchange looks.

“What the hell are you doing here?,” Mark asks,” leave or I’m calling the sheriff.”

“Go ahead, call him and tell him that you and deputy shithead are trying to fuck his daughter,” John says.

Kenny starts to get aggravated, balling his fists until his knuckles are white. “Like you don’t want to bed her either,” Kenny says.

John laughs again. “Oh i do. Id love to see what she looks like under those clothes and how her sweet little cunt tastes.”

Mark wouldn’t outwardly admit that he longs to rip your clothes off and investigate all the places he wants to grab onto.

“How about this, you let me stay, and i wont tell the sheriff that you want to get into his little girls pants, and you wont tell him that i lay at night, blowing loads to the thought of her taking them all over her pretty face?,” John says.

You peer around the corner and thats the only thing you hear. Knowing the men in front of you all want to take you for themselves makes a puddle in your underwear.

College had led to some experimenting, giving you a fantasy of being taken by multiple men at once. You walk back out and John smiles again.

“There she is,” he says. Mark and Kenny turn.

“You all want to fuck me?,” you ask.

They all go white, not wanting you to have heard that conversation.

“Maybe, but some of us have been wanting to longer than others,” he glances over at Mark and Kenny.

“I think you’re gorgeous Y/N,” Kenny says.

The words and the way he says them in that deep voice make your legs weak. He approaches you, wrapping his hands around your waist. His lips land on yours with a hot passion. Hints of cherry chapstick and mint enter your mouth. He’s soft and gentle, showing his want in the way he holds you.

“Move aside, i want a taste of her,” you hear Mark say as Kenny pulls away.

Mark grabs your face and crashes his lips to yours, a taste of alcohol on his tongue. His kisses are hungry and longing as his hands slide down and grope your ass. He’s much rougher than Kenny.

“Pathetic. Move aside,” you hear John say as Mark moves. The man that you’ve been waiting for the longest is standing in front of you. He wraps a hand around your throat before his lips and tongue hit yours, sliding his other hand around the back of your thigh. His beard lightly tickles your cheeks. You grab onto him as he invites you to jump into his arms.

The way he picks you up with ease makes you even hungrier. He pulls your hips into his, feeling his hard length pressing against you. You whine into his mouth as he puts you back down.

“Alright thats enough,” you hear as John pulls away.

Now the men are standing before you. You’ve gone numb from all of them grabbing you and kissing you, unsure of what to do next.

“So, which one of us do you want?,” Mark asks.

You can’t say you’ve ever had this many attractive men fighting over you before, part of it is really fun.

You bite your lip. “I dont know who to choose, i think i need more information.”

“Id kill both of these idiots to see you naked,” Kenny says. You don’t doubt it.

“Try and fight me. I was in Iraq, see what happens you little bitch,” John says to Kenny.

Mark smiles at the both of them and you, getting and enjoyment out of you pinning Kenny and John against each other.

“Boys,” Mark interrupts,” can i talk to the both of you alone?,” he asks, gesturing for you to leave.

Thinking that it’s a coy for Mark to get his hands on you before anyone else, you walk away into the other room.

You wait outside the living room for what feels like a while before you hear 3 mens footsteps approaching you.

As they stand before you, you notice their demeanors have changed, standing side by side, smirking at you.

“We’ve come to a little realization,” Kenny says, gesturing to Mark.

“Since you think it’s cute to pin us all against each other, i think you need to be taught a lesson,” Mark says.

The men move closer to you, your breathing hitches, unsure what’s happening.

Before you can speak, Johns hand is wrapped around your throat, gently pressing you into the wall. “So you’re gonna be our good little whore and let us do what we want to you, understand?”

You whine, it’s better than you could have imagined. “Y-yes,” you say.

He releases your neck and easily throws you over his shoulder, taking you up the stairs to your room, which he also already knows where it is. Kenny and Mark follow as you’re tossed on your bed. John climbs on top of you, pinning your wrists. Mark wraps his hand around your neck and squeezes. “Your daddy isn’t gonna be back for a few hours, we have plenty of time to play with you, babygirl,” he says.

John climbs off of you, pulling down your pants and underwear, Mark begins to pull your top off, Kenny is running his hands along your now bare flesh.

It doesn’t take long before your naked form is presented to the 3 men. They climb on your bed with you, John rubs up your thighs, pushing your legs up, Kenny is kissing you, sucking and nibbling your neck. Mark is grabbing onto your breasts, biting your nipples between his teeth. You moan into Kennys mouth as your back arches into Marks.

“Mm… wanna taste your pretty pussy baby,” Kenny whispers in your ear, gently biting the soft lobe. He pulls away.

“Move, i want to taste her,” he says to them. They back off as Kenny pulls his shirt off. You take note of his tan muscled flesh, knowing that you’ll get to see more of him later. His head moves between your legs, resting them on his shoulders.

It’s not long before his soft tongue is pressed against you, making you moan.

“Fuck,” you whine, grabbing onto the men beside you.

“Aww. Does having your little cunt eaten feel good?,” John teases.

You see Mark and John starting to undo their belts, your mind exploring the possibilities of what’s coming next. They get their pants undone while Kenny continues to devour you. He moves your hips deeper into his mouth as Mark takes your hand and wraps it around his aching dick.

“Pump it for me sweetheart,” he says running his hands through your hair. You do as he says stroking nice and tight for him.

“Alright now open that mouth,” John says, aligning his cock to enter your lips. You lean up, sucking his tip as he pushes your head further.

“Mmm,” he groans,” thats my girl. Been thinkin’ ‘bout what that mouth feels like for a long while.”

Kenny moves his tongue deeper into you, catching you by surprise as his fingers pass your hole. You moan, gagging on John in the process. Tears fill your eyes as he smiles. “Is it too much pretty thing? My cock too big for you?”

You shake your head no, but you might be underestimating what it can do to you.

“My turn,” Mark says before entangling his fingers in your hair and pulling you over to him. You don’t have time to react before you’re shoved down to Mark’s base, gagging as he pulls you back up. “Got a good throat on her.”

You go to suck off Mark once more, but before you can, your insides start tingling from Kenny’s mouth.

“Im gonna cum,” you whine. You feel Kenny smile against you as John and Mark grab hold of your breasts, pinching the hard buds. Your back arches as you have a mind shattering orgasm, crying out, letting your head fall back and your eyes roll back into your head. Kenny doesn’t slow his movements, prolonging the feeling even more.

John is running his hands through your hair soothingly, taunting you. “Feel good to cum babygirl? Yeah? You want to cum some more?” He glances at Mark and they both smile, knowing that they won’t stop until you can’t handle anymore.

Once it’s passed, Kenny pulls away, letting your legs fall back down. You notice that he’s also taken himself out, pleasing himself as he pleased you. “You tasted so good,” he smiles,” i might have gotten a little carried away.”

You wonder what’s in store for you next. “W-what are you gonna do to me?,” you ask.

“Hmm, let’s see baby,” Mark says,” you got three pretty holes on you, and there’s 3 of us.” He looks up at the men and then back down at you. You get nervous at the thought of your first multiple-men sexual encounter, but with these 3, you know you’ll be taken care of.

“I want her tight pussy,” Kenny says.

“Good, i want to feel more of that dirty mouth. Ill fuck her little pussy on my own time,” John smiles down at you.

“Lucky that i love playing with a pretty untouched asshole,” Mark says. If only the “untouched” part was true. You had been curious as to what it would feel like and explored, but it had been a while since then.

“Pick her up. I want her on top of my cock,” Kenny says. Before you can speak, Mark pulls you up on his shoulder, grabbing your ass tight in the process. Kenny fully removes his pants and underwear, lying on your bed as Mark puts you on top of him.

“Now’s where the fun begins pretty girl,” he says, picking up your hips and sliding you down on his length. His girth stretches you as you whine. You can’t help but start to move your hips on him, grinding in deeper. As you look up, you’re greeted with a swift slap at Johns hand, not enough to hurt you, but enough to get your attention.

“What did I say? You do as we say, I don’t give a fuck how needy that little cunt is, you wait, understand?”

You whimper as more tears fill your eyes than before. “Y-yes.” His hand tightens around your neck. “Yes what?” You swallow, his hand keeping it from passing. “Yes sir.” He lets go of your neck. “Smart girl.”

John stars to unbutton his flannel top, Mark sliding off his top. You notice Johns big, tanned arms and wide chest, only covered by a thin tank top compared to Mark’s, wide, thicker stature. You feel the desire to run your hands around both of them. As you reach out to John, you feel Mark’s cock starting to press into your ass, a stinging pain as he slides it in. “God fucking dammit, you’re tight,” he groans.

“Now give me that pretty mouth.” John pulls your hair back, bringing you to his cock. You start to suck as you hear the jingling of metal behind you.

“Let’s make things a little more interesting,” he says, pulling your arms back and cuffing your wrists behind you. Now, you can’t do anything but stay there and take whatever they give, the thought making you gush and tighten around Kenny and Mark’s cock’s. “Dirty whore likes it,” Mark says.

“You ready pretty girl?,” John asks you. You can’t help but smile a little bit. “Fuck her brains out,” he says to both men. When they all start thrusting into you, the pleasure is perfectly overwhelming. You moan, gagging on John as he presses deeper down your throat.

Kenny grabs hold of your breasts, sucking on one as Mark grabs hold of your ass, spanking you harshly. “Can barely fucking move inside your tight little ass,” he grunts. “Yeah,” Kenny says,” she’s got a tight little pussy too.”

Kenny thrusts up into the deepest spot inside you, making you cry out in pleasure. Mark groans again. “The harder you fuck her, the tighter she gets.”

John thrusts into your throat, making you gag. Tears run down your cheeks. “No need to cry little girl. You’re makin’ me feel so damn good.” You see him smile.

Suddenly Mark pulls you up by your locked wrists, locking his hand around your neck when your body hits his. “Damn dirty whore,” he grunts between thrusts. You see the look of pure pleasure on Kennys face; his head leaned back, mouth slightly open. John is pumping himself to the visual of you getting torn apart by Kenny and Mark.

John comes over to you, now able to actually moan and get your pleasure out. His fingers reach and toy with your clit, causing your legs to start closing on him and Kenny. A swift slap is put on your face by John, another follows on your ass by Mark, whining in pain. “Spread your fuckin’ legs bitch,” John says. You force your legs apart slowly, shaking, barely being able to hold yourself up. His fingers rub tight circles, whimpering as Marks hand silences your needs.

“Fuck,” you manage to make out, about to come undone on both men.

“Gonna cum on me baby?,” Kenny asks. “Be a good girl and make a dirty mess on me.”

You cry out as another orgasm tears through your body. A sudden clear fluid comes rushing out of you, all over Johns hand and Kennys stomach. All of the men speed up their movements. “Pretty girl knows how to squirt huh?,” John teases. Mark tightens his grip on your neck. “Little asshole’s throbbing on my fucking cock,” he groans in your ear. “God baby, so fucking hot,” Kenny moans. His hands go around your waist. Marks hand releases your neck as John puts his soaked fingers in his mouth. “Sweet, good to know,” he smiles before grabbing your hair and putting you back on his length.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Kenny groans. His grip tightens on your waist as his thrusts start to slow.

“Cum inside of her,” Mark says,” she’s getting sweet cum in all her little holes.”

“I second that,” John tightens his hands in your hair,” and she’s gonna swallow every fucking drop.”

It doesn’t take long before Kenny’s grabbing tight enough to leave bruises, letting out a groan as his warm cum seeps into you. Mark thrusting into you causes you to continue to move on Kenny, overstimulating him, milking everything out. “Shit baby, fuck,” he moans.

Mark grabs a tight hold on your ass, spanking it hard. You whine and jerk on John and Kenny’s cocks. It doesn’t take long before Mark thrusts completely inside of you, emptying his seed. “Goddammit you little fucking slut,” he groans. He continues his thrusts, putting all the cum he has to give inside you.

When he’s done, he pulls himself out of you, leaving your hole gaping and full. Mark spreads your ass apart. “Such a pretty ruined hole,” he says with a spank.

Now John’s the only one that hasn’t finished yet. “Don’t worry sweetheart, I’m almost done with you… for now.” He grabs hold of your head with both hands. “Thats it, keep suckin’ the tip like that and I’ll paint that pretty mouth.”

You shut your eyes, trying to stop yourself from gagging. He pulls your head all the way down before pulling out slightly as his load shoots down your throat. “Good girl, suck it all up for me. Don’t swallow it yet.” You hold all you can in your mouth, savoring the salty taste. He pulls himself out, closing your mouth to keep it in. He smiles, gently caressing your cheek. “Now open that pretty mouth and show me,” he says. You open your mouth, displaying the white fluid to him. “Exactly how Ive always pictured it. Now swallow babygirl.” You do as he says and swallow it down.

You’re instantly exhausted, still cuffed and filled by Kenny, you almost forgot he was there. You hear a phone notification. Mark comes over to you, now dressed. “Your dad says he’ll be back in 30.”

You don’t even care at this point, you just need to rest. He chuckles. “Poor thing is so wore out, let’s get her cleaned up and put to bed.” Mark unlocks the cuffs and frees your wrists, sore from the metal.

Kenny grabs your arms and loops them around his neck, pulling out of you and picking you up. He lays you down on the bed, both Mark and Kenny’s loads start to drip out. Out of your hazy vision, the men dress themselves, grabbing a towel on your bedroom chair to wipe your fluids off of them.

“Hand me the rag,” Kenny says, taking it into your bathroom and wetting it. He comes over and gently wipes the sweat, tears, and whatever John left that dripped down your chin. He then uses it to wipe down your private areas gently, swollen from the rough use. John grabs you a baggy shirt and underwear from your drawer, bringing them over and slipping it over your head and arms. Kenny pulls up your underwear as Mark tucks you into bed.

“Okay well, before your daddy finds me here, I’m gonna go,” John says, approaching you,” you were a very good girl for me. I hope I see you again.” He gives you a kiss before leaving out the back and driving off.

“Well, your dad will be back soon we should-,” you all hear a car door slam,” or he’s here now,” Kenny says. “We should probably go down, we’ll say you got tired and went to bed.”

Both men come up to you. “But you were a very good girl for us,” Mark says. They both give you a kiss on the cheek before walking out and going downstairs.

You can’t believe what just happened to you and you know for sure that you’ll be sore tomorrow, but if there’s one thing you’re sure of, its that you want it with them again.

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earth2rin · 2 years

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DILF!BAKUGO

warnings: maybe a little suggestive if you squint your eyelids real close but otherwise just pure fluff!!!

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just thinking about dilf!bakugo who has a daughter who is absolutely the sweetest angel you have ever met and i have two different scenarios for this.

you have her in your kindergarten class and she is just the cutest little thing. she’s always so polite and kind to others. one time the class went to a petting zoo and she was so quiet and gentle with the animals. at one point she was sitting on the hay covered ground with a piglet asleep in her lap. some other kid went over to her screaming about how cute it was and how they wanted to hold it and she scolded the kid. “now hush! can’t you see it’s sleeping. you can have a turn when it’s awake.” she whispered just a tad bit ticked off.

the day they got out for winter break you had a christmas party for the kids and boy was it hectic. there was hot chocolate spilt, cookie crumbs all over the place, frosting smeared on the chairs, you know all the normal kid things. as your picking up you hear her quiet voice behind you, “miss (l/n) would you like some help?” and your heart melts. you send her a sweet smile and shake your head, “no i got it baby, but thanks for asking pumpkin!” she makes a thin line with her lips, “are you sure? my daddy won’t be here for a little while, i really don’t mind!” she wasn’t gonna take no for an answer huh? 10 minutes go buy and you both finished and are now dancing to every breath you take by the police when suddenly you hear a knock and a gruff voice at the doorway. you turn around and katsumi runs in that direction. “hi daddy! how was work?” she says as she hugs him tightly. “it was good sweet pea thanks for asking.” as he plants a kiss on her forehead. he turns to you and stumbles a little. god you were gorgeous. “sorry i’m late, i had a little incident to take care of, i hope she didn’t cause too much trouble.” you shake your head and smile “never! she is the sweetest girl i have ever met!” you giggle a little and he smiles. katsumi runs up to you and hugs your leg. “i’ll see you in a few weeks miss (l/n)! have a great christmas break!” she hands you a card of her and her dad wearing matching green turtle necks and jeans. she had saved a christmas card for you. you smile so big and give her hug, “merry christmas katsumi! i hope you have a wonderful christmas and new year! be safe you two!” you wave goodbye and bakugos eyes gaze a little longer and then you can’t see them anymore.

another one would be you being bakugos assistant and sometimes (3 times out of 5) she’ll come to the agency afterschool. she’ll sit in a chair right next to his desk in the office, or she’ll go to the break room to sit at a table (a disney princess one with matching chairs that bakugo got for her) and she’ll draw and color on a notebook that you bought for her. sometimes she’ll even ask for you to lift her up and sit her on your desk and just talk your ear off. which you enjoy because it truly is interesting to get a peak inside a 6 year olds mind, especially pro hero dynamights childs’ at that. she’ll ramble and ramble about “miss (l/n), did you know that baby kangaroos are called joeys?” “do you think ants have nightmares miss (l/n)?” “what would happen if a volcano just erupted right now miss (l/n)?!” “miss (l/n) have you ever had a durian? they stink P U!” and you can’t help but entertain her thoughts by saying “really? i thought they’d be called dunkins!” “i’m sure ants have nightmares, they’re probably scared of some little blonde 6 year old girl drowning them with a water hose.” “well if a volcano exploded right now i’m sure your dad would pick you up and get you as far away from here honey!” “no i haven’t had a durian pumpkin, im sure they can’t smell as bad as your father.” you say as you pinch your nose and waft your hands and she bursts out in laughter.

katsumi sees her dad from the corner of her eye and covers her mouth to try and muffle her giggling, but it doesn’t work to any avail. “what’s all this laughter huh? this is a no laughing environment, only serious faces here.” bakugo says as he goes to tickle her sides. “m-miss (l/n) s-says you’re more stink-ier than a-a-a durian!” she lets out in between giggles and he pauses. “is what i’m hearing true miss (l/n)?” he says with a knowing smirk. you turn your head back to your computer with a straight face. “i said no such thing.” with a side eye. “hmm if i can recall last night you were saying my bedsheets sme-” you shush him and shoo him off shooting katsumi a smile to which she gives an even wider one back.

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notebooks-and-laptops · 3 years

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A frustrated review of the Solas Romance

So, I want to start this by saying that while Solas is not my favourite dragon age character, I went into this romance incredibly excited for it. It hits one of my favourite fictional romance troops of ‘I-am-secretly-not-on-your-side-but-I’m-pretending-to-be-but-OH-SHIT-IM-IN-LOVE-WITH-YOU-but-I-can’t-be-cos-if-you-knew-who-I-was-you’d-hate-me-and-I-might-have-to-kill-you’. I am such a slut for that. Add to that how popular the romance is, I figured I was about to play one of the best romances in the game.

That...was not my experience. In fact, Solas ranked 8th in my Romance Rankings for Dragon Age Inquisition. Allow me to explain:

Let me remind you of a fun factoid: originally, the game was planned with six romances in mind. The Solas and the Cullen romances were added late in production. I wasn’t really worried about this when I went into the romance, because I’d already done the Cullen romance and that felt like anything but a last minute romance.

Solas’s romance feels like a last minute romance.

It feels like something that was added on the fly, without a lot of thought or effort put into it. And this is absolutely tragic because there is so much about the romance that was genuinely good and compelling. The issue was that those compelling parts were nearly all at the end; they were nearly all about breaking up and the angst of that/the angst of the trespasser reveal.

Solas’s romance has no romance quest. It has no ‘extra’ cut scenes pre-break up. It has few party banter comments (and all but one party banter comments can only be triggered after you break up). It has no repeatable kissing scene. You can’t even go up to him and ask to go for a walk with fade-to-black once you’ve asked like in the Dorian Romance. Even by fixing one of these issues, I think the whole romance would have been significantly improved.

As it is, the romance is just...so oddly paced. If you’ve flirted with him in Haven, you’ll get his personal companion quest as soon as you get to Skyhold. Immediately after completing that, you’ll get the scene where you go to the fade together and you can choose to share a kiss. Then, the next time you go and speak to him, you’ll get a scene on your balcony where you share another kiss.

Then...nothing.

Like nothing.

You will dance on the balcony at the Winter Palace. But other than that? Your romance is done.

For at least a third of the game there is nothing to ground you to the romance. No little optional kissing scene; no romance quest, no extra cut scenes. You don’t get cut scenes post either Here Lies the Abyss, or Wicked Eyes Wicked Hearts (because you don’t get cut scenes with Solas after those quests usually). Just...nothing. And then all of a sudden he’s breaking up with you.

And the break up is tragic in a very fun way that I like, but the issue with the Solas romance and so my main emotion is fustration because...why do we even love each other?

The game wants us to have this epic love. It implies in trespasser that we did have this epic love. But we didn’t. We didn’t kiss on the regular, we didn’t spend time together outside of the time we would have spent together if we were just friends. There’s basically no non-fade-based convo you can have with him (like normal) that makes me think they got to know one another in a meaningful way. There’s no cute scene where you help him paint his library, or where you go for a date in Val Royeaux, or even something where you give him a cool book and he says thank you. You kiss at the beginning of the game. You spend the majority of the game not-doing-romance-things. You break up. Until the break up, all the romance scenes with him are altered scenes of what already exist if you are a friend of his (balcony talk, fade dream etc.)

And what this does do I understand, is leave a lot of room for fanon interpretation. There’s a lot of room for you to write your fics about whatever their relationship was, because there’s more blanks to fill. But in a video-game-romance that I’m playing out that’s not really what I’m looking for. I want a romance that feels real to me, that I can add to in fanon with headcanons and fanfic, but that makes me still believe in the romance. And Dragon age is very good at this; all the other romances in Inquisition achieve this in a way that I’m happy with. But not Solas’s.

And if I may use all of this to make a wider point: I think the romance really highlights the problems with Solas’s character overall. Because in trying to make Solas mysterious and reclusive, they sacrifice a lot of the personal bonds that could exist between Solas and the Inquisition; which is a shame because it certainly seems like the main conflict in DA4 for Solas will be his attachment to the Inquisition and the people in it (as implied in Tevinter Nights in particular where he goes to a secret meeting that it could be dangerous for him to go to just because the inquisition is involved). Solas has few cut scenes in both the romance and the friendship routes. His cut scenes are usually about the fade/him being a bit racist/him admiring you, rather than us getting cute, unique and meaningful friendship moments (like teasing Cas about her books! Or drinking about dragons with Bull! Or doing pranks with Sera! Or taking Cole for lunch!). Everything is somehow tied to Solas’s tragic backstory (even if we only realise in hindsight) and this is bad because it means that outside of that he doesn’t seem to have as much of a personality or bonds with others. And all they needed to do to fix that was make Solas attend Wicked Grace night! Or have him be talking to Dorian at the beginning of a cut scene before he comes to chat with you (like Dorian playing chess with Cullen at the start of that cut scene).

And I know I’m going to get people in my inbox or whatever saying that that’s not the point of Solas’s character, or pointing to specific banter between him and Blackwall or him and Cassandra. And I’m not trying to hate on people who like him or the romance. What I’m trying to say is that maybe that should be the point of his character, and maybe we should see that more than just the odd banter that most people won’t get unless they take him out all the time because the banter in inquisition is fucked and hard to get often. Because like. Surely the whole point of having a character in your inner circle/party become the bad guy in the next game is the angst of their personal bonds with the others? The betrayal? Like. For comparison, Bull betraying the inquisiton in trespasser if certain choices were made? That feels more heartbreaking and meaningful than Solas because Bull has all this personality and these bonds with people outside of his loyalty to the Qun so that when that loyalty to the Qun takes precedent? It hurts. He is present at Wicked Grace Night, he loves fighting dragons and shares drinks with you about it, he gets with Dorian etc.

So yes. Those are my thoughts on the romance; it feels rushed and last-minute, and overall just feels like it continues all the problems that appear in his friendship. And while it has a lot of potential (and thus a lot of room for fans to write fics and the like) the actual romance and in game interactions just made me fustrated and annoyed.

#solas #dragon age #dai #dragon age inquisition #solavellan #lavellan #the dread wolf #da4

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georgiaheartsdilfs · 3 years

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→ man in my dreams (PT 2) bucky b x f!reader

inspired by @demonsandmischief 's story something special

↪link to their story: something special part one link to part one of this story: man in my dreams PT1

prompt

↪ when you go to sleep at night, you have dreams of a man. A man that you have sworn to have seen once before in your life, every morning you try to write down everything you remembered about him from the dream but the only thing you could remember was blue eyes. You didn't know what the dreams meant but you knew that it had to be something to do with him, until one dream changed everything.

"you're that man in my dreams..."

warnings / other notes

↪delusions, its also confusing but to me I understood it.

↪you might need to keep an eye out for the POV change cause its one of those one, and i dont know if there is alot because i didnt reread this or edit it.

↪ the grey lines are a sign of scenery or pov change if you don't like this pov idc im bored

Y/N's POV

This dream, it was different. It was normal, sort of. It actually was hydra so I suppose it wasnt normal. who was that girl? TELL ME the old man from before yelled, he was in a computer room full of men.

They had my photo she's an ex shield agent, age 24 a man said, no no no. This cannot be good. what's her name he asked and everyone in the room shrugged it only gives us her skills sir, but it is very vague a man poked his head out FIND HER NOW the man yelled she could potentially ruin the whole scheme.

I wanted to wake up, leave this mess but then an arm grabbed me. I turn around jump to see "Bucky?" I ask surprised "What are you doing here?" I ask grabbing his arms to see if he wasn't a figment of my imagination "Maybe I should have read your file" he mumbled.

"Told you" I say walking around "Can they see us?" he asks and i shake my head "we are ghosts, our conscience and our bodies are seperated i think" I say "where are we" he asks following quickly behind me.

"Hydra, this is what I'm talking about" I mumble pointing to the projector screen in another room running towards it "I tried finding hints, clues maybe last time but when I hung up on you I was fully immersed in where ever they were, body and everything so they know me" I say Bucky runs up to me.

"you're telling me your like a super freak?" he asked "there are nicer ways to put it but I think I am" I say looking at the projector project winter soldier "THERE" I yell as if it wasn't bold enough.

"winter soldier" I mumble "they can't be doing this again" Bucky said "don't worry, I've done the whole mind control thing to, its easy to break out of in the next 24 hours but any longer than that back to wakanda you go" I say.

I turn to Bucky "these things don't last long so go find anything and memorise it" I say and he nods running off, I wondered the projector room noticing that the projector had been left on with nobody in the room.

The projector then changed to a security footage picture of me INTERFERENCE: KILL "great" I laugh "as if I wasn't on their shit list five years ago" I mumble.

I go to walk through a wall when suddenly, I walk straight in to the wall causing a loud thud "what the fuck" I say rubbing my nose looking down to see that my whole body was there "shit shit shit" I say.

Closing my eyes hoping to go back "y/n?" Bucky's voice he sounded so close yet so far "oh god now I know how creepy this is" I look around "this is the second time" I mumble looking at my hands.

I grab the tablet connected to the projector closing it and fitting it in to my pocket, surprisingly.

A guy walks in "oh god it's too early for this" I mumble, the guy pulls out a gun and knife shooting his gun instantly without aim before slashing my arm. I squat missing the bullet by a few inches running up to the guy grabbing his head and smashing it into my knee hearing a crack when they collided "why does this always happen to me" I groan running to hide under the table.

"how did you just kill him from doing that?" Bucky asks, god he had a lot of questions "I don't know, I've got the strength of my mother and the skills of my father and thats a great combo" I say as men come rushing into the room.

"please please please please" I say closing my eyes, finding my center before standing up and phasing through the table I was under, turning to see Bucky I hug him, relieved to not be dead.

Sitting up from my bed I rub my head, my arm was aching as if the wound from the stab had actually rubbed off on my body. Checking my left arm I notice my shirt covered in blood, but it didn't hurt.

Making my way to the kitchen to grab some medical supplies I remembered Bucky was sleeping on the couch. "are you awake?" I asked and he sat up "no, i'm not" he said with a smile and I smile back as he lays back down.

Reaching for the top cabinet I grab my first aid kit taking it over to my dining room table, taking my shirt off revealing my bra "i'm partially naked so dont look" I said "what happened that makes you take your top off in the kitchen, you know the couch basically looks into the dining room" I say slightyl turning my head to see his eyes closed.

"I forgot" I mumbled wiping the wound "it turns out, i was actually sort of stabbed" I said and he opened his eyes "what" he says "HEY EYES" I yell as we both chuckle "I don't care if your eyes are open, its human anatomy and your old so you've seen plenty of half naked women" I say and he smiles gently looking at me (gif)

He gets up walking over to the dining table sitting opposite of me as I show him my arm. He grabs it gently "i can't really see it so if I patch it up weirdly, i'll live" I say "i'll do it" he says getting up to sit next to me, he gently grabs my arm again wiping the area once more as it continued to bleed, I look at his dog tags as they hung from his neck.

He gets a rag and tells me to hold it over whilst he looks through the first aid kit pulling out ointment, he grabs the rag off me applying the ointment softly as I wince at the pain, pulling out the gauze and wrapping it around my arm.

"too tight?" he asked gently looking up and I shake my head smiling, I don't know what it was about Bucky but he made me feel safe for the first time since my parents were alive.

"thanks" I say and he nods "so that was crazy" I continue and he chuckles "I would say its the weirdest thing thats happened to me in the past few months" he says packing up the first aid box "i doubt that" I say.

"seriously it is, i'm a ghost like how?" he chuckles "can I read my file?" I asked and he nods "yeah its over here" he says getting up walking over to a bag and pulling out a thick file "that can't be mine" I say staring at it and he shrugs nodding "it is" he chuckles.

Sitting down next to me he hands it to me "why is it thicker than me that's unfair" I say jokingly and Bucky laughs quietly, opening the file I see a picture of me with my name crossed out and changed to an alias.

"wow this is what they call a superpower" I mumble skimming through the pages. Buck stared at me with a smile, although I acted like I didn't notice I certainly did.

"mind alteration, what part of this is mind alteration" I say. The file read mind alteration as a power.

"This is why you should've read it Buck" I say flipping the file to show him the document of my fighting history "seven pages long?" he says and I nod "you were a shield agent" he asked and I nod "before it was infested with rats of course, I was 17 when I got my first mission" I said as he grabbed the file reading it "so young" he whispered.

"flip a couple of pages, continue reading it but out loud" i say getting up putting the first aid kit back.

"(y/n's alias) is able to see a threat to herself or another specifically in her sleep. Although she forgets by the next day, when a threat is detected she is able to remember again. When she notices that the threat is coming she is able to interact and touch objects before going back into a ghost like state, she is able to take another with her intentionally or not" he said.

"Wait so I took you with me? How is that even possible?" I ask "it doesn't say" he says as I use my espresso machine to make two coffees, Sam and Zemo were still asleep since it was only 6am.

"(y/n's alias) has a special connection with Hydra, that has been unknown to SHIELD for her whole life." he continued "SHIELD thinks that she is not in control of such powers yet she has proven us wrong more than multiple times at the age of 19" he says smirking.

"Kill Count of person listed above, 1,297" he says "not proud of it but i had to survive" I say "so you are like an assassin" he asked "I don't know, SHIELD wouldn't let me kill when I was 17 but I insisted I found it thrilling to be honest" I say handing him a cup of coffee and he smiles "thanks"

"Near Deaths of person listed above 23" he said slowly "yeah because men didn't have manners to let the woman go first" I mumble "but now they are 6 feet under" I sip my coffee.

We continue to read through my file, Bucky reading it and me commenting on each statement.

Sam and Zemo eventually come out hours later greeting us when they do "what are you guys doing up so early" Sam asks groggily "I just woke up and he was up so I got him to read my file" I say with a smile "about time, I had been trying to get him to read it on the trip here" Sam said and Bucky shoots him a look "y/n don't you feel threatened with that look?" Zemo asks.

"look man, Bucky isn't scare let alone his face which is probably one of his many handsome features no thanks to any of you may i add" I stand up grabbing both cups putting them in the dishwasher.

"snarky" Zemo said sitting at the table "time to explain I guess, sit" I say to Sam pointing at the chair.

I walk over to the end of the table "alright so I have been seeing your every moves, visiting Sarah, breaking freak show over here out, going to Madripoor, then Greece, all the fighting" I say and they all nod.

"then I saw hydra, once again planning to kidnap Bucky and turn him back into the winter soldier but they still think that you're in Greece. Last night they had this" I say pulling out the tablet from my pocket.

"what is it" Sam asks and I look over to Bucky "their project plan" he says "how do you know?" Sam asks again "Because somehow I took Bucky with me to hydra land and although he remained in a ghost like state, I didn't and almost died because I didn't stretch" I say handing Sam the tablet.

"great they have a photo of you and some random ass name" Same says and I nod "SHIELD protects my identity as service from my parents death, they kinda owe me it" I shrug "they put their plan in a tablet" Zemo said and I nod.

"they had a whole room of plans but that one was on a projector so I took it" I say going into the kitchen "shoot i forgot to go grocery shopping" I whisper to myself before turning around with a smile "so we have another passenger coming along" Zemo says "more friends more fun" he says.

"We aren't your friends, you have information, we need it" Bucky says giving a menacing look towards Zemo who sighs. Sam continues to look through the tablet "I need a shower" I mumble and wave goodbye before walking to my room and then the shower.

Bucky's POV She left the room to go for a shower and I continue to read through her file "do you think she's telling the truth" Zemo said and I look up "She's been more useful and truthful in the past 10 hours than you have in the past 10 months" I mumbled looking back down.

"ah I see" Zemo said, irritated I look back up "you've taken a liking towards this girl" he points at me "cut it out or I'll put you both in time out" Sam says and I roll my eyes.

Her file was messy, the information all muddled up and all over the place. Her birth year altered to make her 32, her name changed to an alias.

For a 24 year old she sure had alot to know about her, but, unlike me she seemed content with herself. Not uneasy about who she was or what her past was, I wish I could've been like that.

"Wow she sure is good" Sam says "Bucky is right Zemo, she has proven more useful and she's only a poor innocent girl" Sam continued then I smirk looking up before looking back down to the file flipping the page.

Her powers, they were new to this world, to be frank they weren't of this world if they connected her to something she has no interest in. I flip the page again.

Then I read it, about her parents. The death of her parents on a SHIELD mission, eliminated by the winter soldier. I clear my throat adjusting my seating position, my heart sunk to the bottom of my chest.

The girl that I started to care for, her parents died and it was all my fault. "you didn't think to tell me that i killed her parents" I say looking up "it's not your fault" she says walking in drying her hair with a towel throwing the gauze in the bin before pulling the first aid kit down again, it was due for a change so I guess it was perfect time for her to shower.

"i still did it" I mumble uncomfortably "no that wasn't you, it's hydras thats why I want them all dead maybe if they weren't so obsessed with ridding the world of good people they would still be alive but it happens to the best of us" she smiled sweetly to me.

She walked into the living room sitting on the sofa pulling out her phone trying to reapply the ointment, I get up and walk over sitting next to her "you're getting it everywhere" I mumble, she smiled handing me the ointment "it's not your fault Bucky, its theirs and I'm sure my mum and dad would agree with me" she continued and I nod.

I reapplied the ointment pulling out a new roll of gauze cutting it and then rewrapping her arm. "Thank you" she smiled and I nod getting up to sit back at the table and I see Zemo and Sam staring at me with a smile "shall we go back to Greece now, we do have business there" Zemo said.

"fine pack your things jailbird" Sam said as we all get up "y/n are you coming?" Sam asked her and she shook her head "i'd love to but I love making money and I'm about three hours late I think" she cleared her throat and I look at her, her eyes shift from Sam to me.

"on second thought" she said as I smirk "ill be packing" she says point at the hallway running down to her room. "wow one look at you and she's in, did you finally get it out of your sy-" "what no, sam lets not we are on a mission" I clear my throat looking at him before putting the file back in my bag, Sam and Zemo had left to go wait in the car.

Twenty minutes pass and I walk down the hallway knocking on her door "hm yup" she yells "you ok? there's a lot of rattling going on" I ask "oh yeah im just finding clothes to get ruined in combat because it seems i've dragged myself into this" she says chuckling after her comment "come in Bucky" she says and I slowly open the door to see her floor covered in clothes with her in the middle of the floor sitting down.

"wow" I say surprised leaning against the door. "yeah i know alot of clothes" she mumbles pushing her hair back since it was in her face "is it cold in Greece" she asked and I shake my head "it's summer" I say "oh god Buck you don't understand how much I love Greece" she says excitedly.

She started packing shorts and tights in her bag along with a bunch of black tshirts "you have a lot of black tshirts" I say and

she nods "yeah i literally only wear black" she chuckles.

We continue to talk whilst she packs her clothes and eventually she finished clapping her hands with a big beautiful smile.

"alright lets go" she says grabbing he bag struggling in the process "how is it heavy?" I laugh "I packed a few... other things?" she shrugged "like?" I ask and she sighs.

"A few guns, maybe like a knife or seven and then a few asthma inhalers" she pauses humming "a maybe like a metal bat" she says laughing "right" I chuckled grabbing the bag off her "lock up" I say as we exit her apartment.

"did i pack my phone charger?" I nod and she smiles "alright im out this bitch" she says locking the door and we walk to the elevator "why am i like so interested in you?" she asked bluntly immediately covering her mouth.

"did I just say that out loud" she says and I nod laughing, this was probably the most I had laughed in a while and I must say it was more than refreshing "uh yeah" I said "that's never happened to me before, i was only thinking it" she says awkwardly.

"you were thinking it?" I ask as the elevator door opens "yeah I was maybe" she clears her throat "FINALLY" Sam yells and I roll my eyes. Carrying both my bag and hers I put it in the boot of the car opening the door for her as she smiles.

"Zemo sit in the front" Sam says "What why?" Zemo says and I roll my eyes once more "because you're just creepy and they like you more than me" y/n says and Sam nods agreeing with her.

Y/N's POV

After a whole day we finally made it to Greece, we were in a car then in Zemo's jet then in another car and now we are in the beautiful house that Bucky and Sam were in just yesterday.

"This place is far more beautiful than the way I saw it before" I say walking inside, the house was like a mansion. I suppose it was "I can give you a tour" Sam suggested and I nod "sure" I smile following Sam.

We walk upstairs and he shows the bedrooms "there are five bedrooms so you can pick one of those two" he says and I nod we walk out to a balcony "there's the pool and I assume you've seen the main room" he says and I nod "yeah" I say.

We walk back down to the living room, Bucky was watching TV, Zemo was reading my file... again. I start to feel dizzy, my head spinning "not again" I mumble clearing my throat and Bucky turns his head looking back at me jumping up to catch me as I fall.

Great, I'm back here.

Nevermind. Where am I?

This place was new, full of computers and servers. A teenage girl, touching a stone a yellow stone.

Is that Me?

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softpine · 2 years

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TALON RECAP

hi hello it’s been 2 real-time years since talon was first introduced lmaooo i’m the slowest storyteller on earth. since it’s been so long, i figured i should do a quick recap of his greatest hits before we jump into the next post :)

[links to the full posts are provided for context if you want it, but you can read this summary on it’s own!]

- talon is introduced, he’s a good friend, etc. you remember all that i hope

- during a game of spin the bottle, talon & casper kiss.

- things are a little awkward the next day. casper seems to be deep in thought about it, but talon suggests they forget about it and move on. iris jokingly calls the kiss “hot” and it’s clear that she isn’t threatened by it at the moment (more about this comment here).

- one day, he happens to see talon at the gas station. casper tells him that he found his biological father’s phone number and wants to call him. talon comforts him when it goes badly.

- iris gets insecure about casper & talon’s friendship. as a result of this (plus other issues they had), she breaks up with him. later, casper needs someone to talk to about asa’s health issues (he was in a coma at the time.. it’s a whole thing), so he texts talon. they meet, and casper opens up about his anxiety.

- talon admits to sylvia that he has feelings for casper, and he thought casper felt a similar way – but even if that were the case, he doesn’t want to get in the way of casper/iris getting back together.

THE INFAMOUS HALLOWEEN PARTY

- talon arrives to find that casper & iris are dancing together, presumably dating again.

- talon gets sad and goes to smoke outside.

- in the meantime, casper & iris go upstairs with the intent to. well. smash. fjskdjs they have a nice talk about consent, but it means nothing because casper is lying through his teeth about being ready. (this guy, i swear.......) anyway, as soon as iris started undressing, casper panics and runs away, making iris feel more insecure than ever. she immediately severs their relationship (again).

- casper finds talon outside. casper starts talking about what happened, in purposely vague terms. he says he “fucked it up” with iris again because he can’t be what she needs. because of a combination of casper’s vagueness + alcohol/weed + everything that happened prior to this, talon mistakenly gets the impression that casper is coming out as gay. talon kisses him. casper is shocked and leaves the party entirely.

ITS SO AWKWARD IM SCROLLING PAST THIS AHHH

- the next day, neither casper nor talon know how to talk about what happened, so they just.. fight....sdjsdj they literally butt heads

- casper feels bad about it and tries to talk to talon. but talon isn’t ready to talk; he’s really embarrassed and doesn’t want to say anything that will make things worse. on the other hand, casper is sad because he didn’t even know talon had feelings for him until that moment. he thinks things can go back to normal like they did the first time they kissed, but it’s not that simple now that actual feelings are involved.

- they give each other some space for a while. the winter wonderland dance happens. casper mopes the whole time, but then he has an idea. he approaches jaden, who used to share an algebra class with them, and tells him he should ask talon to dance. jaden quickly realizes that he’s basically a peace offering, but he follows casper’s suggestion and ends up dancing with talon.

jaden is a fucking nerd btw (affectionately) and yes this is relevant

- casper, talon, sylvia, iris, and tom all graduate high school, but their friend group is still splintered. now it’s summer.

and that’s what you missed on glee!

#i should've done this for iris too but you live and you learn #i don't even know when the next post will be out so. sorryyyy

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multimilfs · 4 years

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Miranda Priestly x Fem!Reader: A Little Nudge

Summary: Anon requested “Could I request a slightly angsty Miranda Priestly X Reader? Maybe the reader is in the hospital (it's up to you why they're there) and they're panicking because they think they're gonna get fired. Miranda can replace them within the hour, after all.Miranda shows up to the hospital after hearing what happened and reassures Reader that they're fine. She confesses to the Reader because she was so scared something horrible had happened to them and she was gonna lose them. (sorry im just in a sad mood and im weak for hospital scenes)”

A/N: It’s been ages since I’ve written for TDWP so be kind to me, please! I really hope you like it!

Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix

Warning(s): None

“Why is nobody ready?”

Miranda drawled from behind her desk, glancing at her watch with annoyance. Everyone near her held their breath; nobody having the guts to tell her that it was because you weren’t back yet.

You were supposed to be back with the accessories from D&G ten minutes ago.

Jocelyn and the run-through team exchanged terrified glances. Someone was going to lose their job today. And knowing Miranda, it was going to be one of them.

They had been relying on the accessories to complete the outfits they’d prepared. An abysmal thing to do, but you’d promised that you would be back early. Now you were nowhere to be found.

Miranda was conveniently unaware of your absence. She was under the impression you weren’t supposed to be back for some time, thanks to a few carefully worded statements from Nigel. If she got wind that you’d gone awol, it’d be hell on earth for everyone in the Runway offices.

Standing beside Miranda’s desk, Nigel saw Serena approach the office. The model stopped when Nigel shook his head. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Talk to Emily.” He mouthed silently.

She did just that, turning elegantly on her heel to see the Brit dialing numbers frantically. Poor Emily hadn’t even noticed that Serena was there.

“Why is Nigel telling me to talk to you?” Serena asked softly.

Emily startled slightly, before looking relieved to have some type of help. She put the phone down on the hook quickly.

“Y/N has vanished,” Emily whispered, “I can’t get her to answer her bloody cell phone and she was supposed to be here ages ago!”

“What do you mean she vanished? She doesn’t vanish.” Serena asked.

“You’re telling me. Jocelyn needed the accessories from the winter collection for the run-through and she promised to have them here. Miranda is two minutes from firing them all if we don’t come up with an excuse.”

Emily let her head fall into her hands, repeating her low mantra that she loved her job. Today was not going to be an easy one, it seemed.

A moment before Serena could suggest anything, Miranda’s cold voice echoed from her office.

“So what I’m hearing is that you failed to prepare? After I gave you countless days to finish a simple task.” Miranda asked.

Everyone winced at the chill in her voice. La Priestly wasn’t known for being warm, but this felt like frost-bite.

“We’re just missing the accessories for a few of the outfits.” Jocelyn offered.

Miranda’s hard gaze settled on the girl, making her regret speaking. Drawing attention to herself was the last thing she should have done.

“‘Just’ the accessories,” The editor said dryly, “If you were to go skydiving, I’m sure you’d be fine without a parachute then?”

Jocelyn shook her head quickly. The only way out of this would be for a miracle to strike. She was mentally kissing her job goodbye.

Then Emily’s cell phone rang.

Scrambling for the device, she could have jumped for joy to see your name on the caller ID. She was furious, mind you, but glad to see you were okay.

“Where the bloody hell are you?” Emily hissed in lieu of a greeting.

“Em, I can explain-“

“I’m sure you can, but it better be good or I’m throwing you La Priestly.”

“I’m in the hospital.” You said.

Emily inhaled sharply. She didn’t miss the way your voice cracked over those few words. It may mean more work for her, but an injury like that could cost you your job.

“What did you get yourself into?” Emily asked.

“The heat today exascerbated something and I collapsed, the doctors are running tests now.” You explained softly, lacking the energy you normally had.

Serena watched worriedly as Emily put her forehead down on the desk, letting out a defeated sigh. This felt like the icing on the cake of an already terrible day. She had no idea how to break it to Miranda. The woman was practically reliant on you and your abilities.

“Em?” You whispered over the line brokenly, “Tell Miranda I can have my desk cleared once I’m d-discharged, okay? I understand-“

“No. You-You don’t get to abandon me so close to Paris. I’ll find a way to fix this…”

“It’s okay. I understand what it takes to be one of Miranda’s girls. Collapsing on the job isn’t part of the description.”

“She can make an exception.” Emily snapped.

You sighed on the other end. It broke your heart that you’d probably lose everything now, but you understood that Miranda was far too busy to accept an injured assistant. Even if you did hope that she cared enough to keep you on.

“Do what you can, okay? Just don’t get yourself sacked. I’m at Presbeterian, room 311.”

There were a few more words exchanged before Emily hung up the phone, looking hard at Serena, who stared back with concern.

“Y/N is in the hospital.” She said quietly.

Serena stood with a look of shock on her face. What could have happened to put you in the hospital?

“How are you going to tell Miranda?” She asked instead.

“Beats me, but someone has to.” Emily laughed bitterly.

She stood and walked to the doorway of Miranda’s office, where the woman was regaling Nigel with the incompetence of her staff, who were standing in the room. Nigel noticed Emily and raised an eyebrow in question, to which she shook her head. His face seemed to pale.

Unsure of what to do or say, Emily remained standing in the doorway. She kept her hands clasped in front of her to keep from ringing them.

“Is there a reason for your hovering, Emily?” Miranda asked, her icy gaze resting on her poor assistant.

“Um, well.” She tried, but nothing came out. She froze.

“Do take your time. None of us have jobs to do.”

The editor rolled her eyes, a devious smirk resting on her face. She drew a sort of horrible glee from seeing her employees squirm.

“Y/N is in the hospital.” Serena said.

Any movement in the room stopped immediately. The run-through team held their breath, looking to Miranda.

Upon hearing the words, Miranda felt her heart drop into her stomach. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk hard. Besides something happening to her daughters, something happening to you had become her worst nightmare.

“Excuse me?” She asked, tone just above a whisper.

“She’s conscious, she called to let me know herself where she was,” Emily rushed out, before anyone could make the situation worse, “Something occurred that caused her to collapse, but-“

“I’ve heard enough.”

Miranda was out of her seat the second Emily mentioned that you were awake. That you weren’t gravely injured or in a coma. Her fear eased slightly, but it wouldn’t vanish until she saw you. She was barreling through the office without a care for what was on her agenda.

“Cancel any meetings for the rest of the day and get Roy here immediately. I want access to her room upon my arrival; I don’t care what favors you have to promise or whose egos you have to stroke, get me into that room.”

She snatched her coat and purse from Serena’s hands, rattling off the demands without slowing her pace. Then she was ensconced in the elevator while everyone looked at one another in shock.

“Do you think she’s going to fire her?” Emily asked Nigel, who laughed.

“I think that is the last thing she plans on doing. Now I’d get on the phone with Roy…”

Eyes widening, Emily let out a yelp, rushing towards her desk. Nigel just shook his head; of course Miranda would hold out on her feelings until you fell injured. She apparently just needed that final nudge.

———

In your hospital room, you were trying valiantly to hold back tears. Your head was leant back against the pillows, eyes closed. All you could see was Miranda’s face in your mind.

You weren’t sure what happened; one second you were walking down 35th, the next a paramedic was standing over you hounding you for information. If you hadn’t been in an ambulance racing through traffic, you would have demanded they let you out. You had a job to do.

Now, you couldn’t. You had let down the editorial team and Miranda by proxy. It hurt you in a million different ways, but you accepted that you were out of a job. That you would no longer spend the days around the woman you secretly loved.

It sent a pang of pain through your chest. You squeezed your eyes shut against it. Remaining strong, even now, was important to you. It wouldn’t do to let your resolve crumble.

Absentmindedly, you heard someone walk into your room. You let out a loud sigh.

“Look, doc, I told you I’m fine. My head may be throbbing, but I’m not going to die on you. Though I may if I don’t get something other than hospital food.” You laughed.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.”

You snapped your eyes open at the voice that was clearly not your doctor’s. Standing there, looking divine as ever, was Miranda Priestly. The woman you were hopelessly in love with.

“Miranda?”

“No, Donald Trump.” She deadpanned, a smirk pulling at her mouth.

Did Miranda Priestly just make a joke? Your mind asked, though you couldn’t stop the grin that spread on your face. She looked pleased at your reaction.

“You didn’t have to come all this way, you know,” You said softly, reality creeping back in, “I told Emily that I could have my desk cleared as soon as they discharged me.”

“I beg your pardon?” Miranda said, feeling as if the breath had been stolen from her lungs.

“I know how busy your schedule is- Hell, I arranged it. You didn’t have to come all the way here to let me go.”

“Is that why you think I’m here? To fire you?”

“...Isn’t it?”

Miranda let out a hollow sounding laugh, pinching the bridge of her nose. You watched her with thinly veiled confusion. Then she walked to your bedside, hesitantly placing her hand on top of yours. Your heart stopped.

“Silly girl,” Miranda said softly, “Do you think I would come here for something as menial as that? Do you think I’d race here, heart pounding with fear, to fire you?”

You felt like you were in a dream. Given that you were in a hospital, it didn’t seem too outlandish that you were imagining it. But when Miranda leant in and placed a soft kiss on your lips, you knew this was reality. This was no mere dream.

She made to pull away from you, offended at your lack of response, but you wouldn’t let her. Grabbing the lapels of her blazer, you dragged her lips back to yours for a long kiss.

When you finally separated, you felt like you were riding a cloud. This was never what you expected to happen. It was wilder than your wildest dreams.

“So… I take it I’m not fired?” You asked with a cheeky smile.

And so overcome with happiness, Miranda let her normal mask drop, throwing her head back and letting out a joyful laugh.

#miranda priestly #miranda priestly x reader #tdwp #the devil wears prada #miranda priestly imagine #tdwp imagine #tdwp x reader #the devil wears prada imagine #wlw #wlw imagine #jan2021 #multimilfswritings

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ALSO im absolutely here for all the thoughts you have about here comes the sun lore (like the thing about charles always pushing and seb just sort of going along with it and they fight about it?? absolutely in love with this relationship dynamic problem tell me more) (also the championship standings spreadshit dropping when 👀)

honestly i love it when people i like are nerding out about their writing that i also like so if you have anything please dont hold back👉👈

Probably shouldve made it a separate ask but i already feel like im spamming you (sorry😅) so will just leave it here (figured if youre doing the ask the writer list you probably wouldnt mind a random fanfic question but feel free to ignore it): is there a line/scene/bit in here comes the sun that you particularly like but maybe feel like hasn't necessary gotten enough attention?

OH BOY WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN!!

okay so for their dynamic after the fic i think. at first it's good. charles has just won the championship, they've got the winter break, things are!! good!! charles goes to visit seb in switzerland. they start to navigate this relationship for real, figuring out what they are and what they could be. but i do think that once the new season starts, there's some turbulence. like, seb's going to make some decisions that charles doesn't agree with. they're going to have to keep it all on the downlow, which i think can be hard and confusing for them (maybe especially for charles who, because he's the one who always makes the first move, sometimes feels like seb isn't as invested in this thing) (he so is. he so absolutely is, he is SO into charles it's embarrassing. he's just very conscious of how they're perceived, and likes to be private anyway!!) so i think like. maybe after a bad race, maybe charles loses out on the podium bc of bad strategy, maybe things explode a little bit. all of the little things that charles has been carrying around comes out, they have a fight. it SUCKS for both of them, but also they are both. so stubborn. i don't. really have any specific thoughts on how they work through it (this is why. the fic ends where it does lmao) but i DO think maybe. seb is the first one to say i love you, after charles tells him how he feels like it's all on him, how one-sided it feels sometimes. it's all very tender and emotional.

also there IS a scene that i didn't end up writing, but i always imagined them having the convo where they're like. we can't tell anyone, obviously. and charles is like. quietly, not really looking at seb, worried it will change anything. "pierre kind of knows" seb is like. oh. charles is like "not all of it, but. i told him about the kiss. and how i was feeling. so he knows." seb is like. "i told lewis. about the kiss." and so they both have someone who knows and i think that's important!! they agree that that's okay, that if they want to they can keep talking to pierre and lewis abt it. i think that's healthy (secrets are bad and destructive, even if they are a little bit sexy sometimes lmao)

like LONG TERM i think. there's a part of me that wants charles to leave ferrari, for the angst and the drama. like he gets an offer from merc (they did not have a great 2024 season btw, standings dropping soon). i think them being Them, but also being competitors (but differently than they were before) would be very interesting. i'm not saying this HAPPENS i'm just saying. imagine if it did.

oh and there are SO many lines that i'm personally obsessed w in this fic lmao (it is my baby, labor of love etc etc etc). read more bc this is already lengthy lmao

i really like this little bit from lewis in chapter five:

“Well,” Lewis starts. “If you can’t stop thinking about the specific kiss then, I’d say that’s pretty normal. It was something-” he pauses, seems to consider his next words carefully before continuing, “-unusual, that happened. And people tend to think about the unusual things that happen to them more than the usual things.” Sebastian considers that; takes his time to let the words sink in. “And the other one?” “If you can’t stop thinking about kissing him?” Lewis says, one corner of his mouth tugging up into a half smile. Seb nods. “Then that would imply you want to do it again.”

i also really like this bit from chapter seven:

It’s a weird feeling; wanting to run away as far as he can, and as quick as he can. Hide himself away from this impossibly complicated situation he seems to have landed himself in. But at the same time, he never wants to leave this room; this moment.

and THIS from chapter eight:

This time, when Charles’ hands return to his waistband, he doesn’t stop him. The anticipation that runs through him makes him feel like he’s on fire, and he has to reconsider his stance on Charles’ earlier question. If he’s not careful with this; with Charles and whatever this thing between them is, he might just burn.

THANK YOU sm for indulging me with this!! honestly i could talk for soooooo long abt this fic💖💖💖

#ask #you were only waitng #bigbluelemon

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hawks | takami keigo x reader

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warnings: none really! reader’s foot booted, but that’s about it.

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well. here we are. thank u to everyone for reading this sweet, sweet story. we’re not through it yet, but i’m happy to offer a meal with this chapter. enjoy lovies. beta’ed by the lovely love @keiqos.

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You had several problems after returning to your apartment from the hospital. One of your coworkers was nice enough to drive you and your things back, but quickly the niceties stopped and your vague hell began.

Exclusively being on crutches sucked. Navigating your apartment and trying to live somewhat normally was a massive pain. Even just showering was a task that sapped most of your energy. Standing one-legged and balancing made your body ache with a deep soreness, especially the first few days you returned.

This was not even to mention the unpleasant dreams you were having.

‘Unpleasant’ & ‘dreams’ were a nice way of putting it.

You could recall that during your first night in the hospital, one of your doctors told you of the possibility of experiencing a few post-traumatic symptoms. Considering how out of it you were at the time, it was unsurprising how you brushed it off.

The reality was much harder to ignore.

...

Cars revving.

Shouting.

Shattering—

Your eyes flashed open, chest heaving and brow covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Fuck that.

It was the same dream, an obvious recreation of the stimuli of the event. Though it was scattered in your memory, the dreams made it horribly vivid and vibrant despite lacking detail. The sounds and smells of that day clung to you as you shook your head, forcing yourself into wakefulness.

Your comforter was thrown from your body, and you shivered as cold air rushed over you. As jarred as you were, you still swung your legs off the bed, readjusting your boot and your aching leg, half-heartedly glaring at your crutches.

Your apartment wasn’t terribly set up to get around with your limited mobility, but your difficulty functioning didn’t help your overall mental state. Everything was just harder with the boot on, and you did your best to work with it.

Being locked up in your apartment added to the hellishness of it. You were so used to the stimuli and social environment of the teashop, it felt like a cold water shock when you were confined to your home entirely alone except for your cats.

You could, of course, try and venture out into the world. But, it was still winter and the ice-covered sidewalks didn’t seem like the best place to try and crutch around.

Within the first day or two, you resigned yourself to your three-week fate of being holed up.

You had a laundry list of things you could do. Shows and movies to watch, places in your house to clean, your cats to pet, but—

You still had far too much time on your hands.

A lot of your newfound time in the first few days was spent on your back, leg propped up, and draped in ice bags, musing over Hawks.

Hawks.

Holy fuck.

You couldn’t avoid it, couldn’t stop it. Just thinking about him made every part of you swirl and thrum like you were listening to some sort of contently-chorded song and you were more than happy to play it on repeat until your ears bled. Maybe that feeling towards Hawks had always been there (it had), but now you accepted it and stopped holding yourself back as much.

You never thought the idea of someone squeezing your shoulder would send you into literal fits of giggles and butterflies, but boy, did it. Not to mention all of the careful touches and gentle words you two had shared in the aftermath of the attack, though the memories were hazy. What you did remember and cherish was the warmth of him, quirk activated or not. Each time you recalled it, your gut fluttered and your hands twitched.

Your ceiling was the most interesting place to look in your apartment. The plain texture was the perfect canvas to allow your memories of the sweet interactions the two of you had shared to play like comforting reruns. The commercial breaks of these daydreams were the texts exchanged between you and Hawks.

Keigo couldn’t stop thinking about you either.

It wasn’t as distracting as it once was, as he had been more liberal with letting himself text you. The high number of messages between the two of you was maybe ridiculous, but he was a fast texter and you seemed to have plenty of jokes and banter for him to share in.

As good as the texting was, it was also nice to check-in on you and your recovery. You seemed more annoyed than anything else, but Keigo wasn’t so much of an idiot as to think you weren’t in any pain or struggling at all. Though you didn’t explicitly tell him or show him, he was familiar with the pains of healing and could infer some things about your state.

Keigo tried to brighten your day as he could. ‘Hawks’ still had plenty of hero work to do, especially with the information extracted from the recently detained syndicate members. Despite this, he took as much time as he could to stop and send you little snippets and messages which hopefully would help you smile a little.

It did, of course. Just talking to Hawks did.

You had moments of awareness a few times a day where you had to remind yourself that, yes, (Y/N), you were just casual friends and deeply enamored with the number two hero and that sentiment was at least partially returned.

You had a lot of time to wonder to what extent the feelings were returned. They obviously weren’t entirely one-sided, right?

It was completely possible that they were, but you did your best to shake off the thought.

It was more likely that notorious bachelor and flirt, pro hero Hawks, just wanted a fuck with some feelings. To fuck with some feelings, right?

Though, he did say that he cares about you.

But, you definitely can care about someone you only want to fuck.

You wished you had some sort of definitive answer. The murkiness of it all just made the sweetness of the past and the texts of the present seem a bit sour.

Confessing to Hawks was daunting and terrifying. Not to mention, it felt a bit juvenile, all of it. People weren’t supposed to get melty crushes like this past high school, right? Especially not ones this deep on someone who couldn’t possibly feel the same as you, right?

During one of these moments of uncomfortable clarity, your phone beeped as you rested on the couch. Despite not even seeing the message, you knew it would be Hawks.

You grabbed your phone, clicking open the newest message.

[birdboy]: hey hey angel

[birdboy]: look at this fucker i found

The image attached was a photo of Hawks standing next to one of his own billboards, advertising some sort of sports drink. The photo had obviously been taken with a timer, the angle of the photo tilted as Hawks and the billboard were quite small in the frame. It added to the charm of the photo, the way Hawks was holding a feather blade to the throat of his own advert. You could even tell through the pixels he was wearing a wide smile as he did so, wings spread behind him

You snorted.

You and Hawks are just friends, you reminded yourself.

[you]: looks like a punk bitch 2 me dude

[you]: kinda uncanny resemblance tho

[birdboy]: i agree

[birdboy]: he’s hot tho

You rolled your eyes, still smiling as you readjusted on the couch. You weren’t disagreeing, not at all.

[you]: not wrong

[you]: still, punk bitch

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: feelings = hurt

[birdboy]: please tell me the photo is funny

[birdboy]: it took like five tries

[you]: very funny, im gonna save it and sell when im short on cash

[birdboy]: my publicist will blacklist u

[you]: i’d like to see them try

[birdboy]: is that a challenge angel????

[you]: a promise

There was a break in the messages, though Hawks appeared to be typing.

[birdboy]: unrelated but

[birdboy]: how are you doing?

You paused, taking stock of your disheveled, sleepy self. You were only a few days out of the hospital and you definitely could’ve been worse off.

[you]: im okay!!!

[you]: sore and tired honestly

[birdboy]: :^(

[birdboy]: i'm glad to hear its not worse at least

[birdboy]: ill send u lots more embarrassing photos

[birdboy]: a million angel

[you]: my hero <3

It all was surreal and mentally impossible to avoid.

You really, really liked Hawks and had for a long while.

...

Keigo spent most of the rest of the day busy with patrols and work for the Commission, much to his chagrin. He hardly got a chance to text you. It reminded him of his reality as a pro, his fast-paced nature and how he truly couldn’t slow down, not at that point anyway. He had a brand and habitual way of being that was standard. Even for you, he wasn’t sure if he could slow down, even if he wanted to or needed to.

The idea scared him, pieces of his reality.

But, at the same time, Keigo hadn’t ever felt like this before. The weird, but incredibly alluring and comfortable heat in his chest made him feel like he’d do anything for you. Fuck, he’d fly to the stars and move them if he could, if that’s what it took.

Maybe he even wanted to.

Keigo couldn’t become a different person, for anyone, that’s not how things worked. But if getting closer to you meant... adjusting, he could do that. Easily. He was adaptable as all hell and he’d be glad to use it for something that made him feel good instead of hollow.

Keigo busily flew the day away. As the afternoon turned to night, the sky going pink and purple with dusk, he settled on top of a taller office building. It looked down on a street market, its smells and sounds wafting up to him on his perch.

It gave him an idea.

A good one.

You were inspecting your fridge with a grimace. Balancing on your crutches and being counter-weighed by the boot on your foot made your angry stance a whole lot less intimidating, but it was the sentiment that counted.

Several days post-hospital had done a number on your food supply. The fridge was empty except for a few nearly expired items and condiments. The dry shelves weren’t looking much better.

The shrill sound of your ringtone from the couch made your jump, nearly falling. You teetered back over to it, eye-widening at the caller ID.

[birdboy] calling...

Hawks had never called you before.

You quickly picked up the call, “...Hello?”

“Hey, angel!” Hawks was chipper on the other line. “What’re you up to?”

“Currently?” You hummed, turning forlornly to your kitchen. “Thinking about how I either need to order groceries or order dinner before committing to my couch for the rest of the night. Why? You don’t usually call.”

“I don’t,” Hawks’s smile was apparent in his voice, even through the receiver. “But, I had an idea.”

“Shoot.”

“I might just be near a super good takeout spot. How hard would it be for me to convince you to let me drop some food by your place? My treat.”

You didn’t reply for a second.

Stunned.

“Are you sure?”

“More than, dove. I’m off the rest of the night, anyways.”

Oh.

That gave you an idea—

An idea that would surely push the envelope of your feelings.

Let it.

“Okay, I’m in. One condition.” You bit your lip, willing your stomach to seize fluttering.

“You name it. This place is really good and—”

“I have been going a little stir crazy, and,” You cut him off, squeezing your eyes shut in anticipation, “how hard would it be to convince you to come over and stay awhile?”

Hawks was silent.

Your stomach dropped.

“Wait, I-I mean—” You stuttered, trying to gather yourself, but this time Hawks cut you off.

“Like, to hang out?” Hawks sounded shocked on the other line.

“Yes.”

You kept your breathing even and prayed it didn’t read over the call.

“God, dove. I’d love to. I can be over in like ten—”

“Wait,” You fisted the fabric of your sweats. “Can I have a little more time? For myself and my apartment.”

Hawks chuckled on the other end of the line, “Sure, angel. Thirty sound better?”

You let out a sigh of relief, falling on to the back of your couch, “Sounds perfect.”

Keigo decided to tease a bit, his heart pounding in his chest almost painfully. He knew from day one that you were bold, but this was a treat. He had to spare back, just a little.

“Though, dove, I’m sure you look more than perfect yourself. You always do.” He didn’t wait for your response, either out of fear of what you’d say or being a bit smug, he wasn’t sure.

Keigo hung up the call, burying his face in his gloves to try and stifle the blush on his cheeks, though it hardly helped.

It didn’t have to.

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Thirty minutes later and you were mostly sorted.

You managed to throw yourself into the shower, tossing on something half-way decent, but still comfortable. Had to keep it casual.

Crutching around your apartment, you picked up what clutter you could, mind spinning. Hawks coming over to your fucking apartment filled you with elated, and yet terrifying, anxiety. A few times while cleaning, you legitimately paused to muffle quiet screams in your hand at the prospect.

You felt like you were going to burst.

Keigo did too, notably.

He took the time to fly all the way back to his apartment, take the world’s fastest shower, and throw on some clothes other than his costume. Going back to get food, his hands shook as he handed the bills to the starry-eyed vendor who he’d just written an autograph for.

You’d sent a quick text just before he’d left with a description of your balcony, so neither of you would have to figure out how to let him in through the roof.

As he flew to your place, Keigo felt like he was going to implode.

He didn’t ‘hang out’ with people. Nope, far too busy for anything like that. He was a compulsory workaholic, it was part of his mental brand of being (or, mental ‘branding’, maybe). The closest he got to casual time with folks was the preamble before a hookup or the time he had spent at the tea shop with you. Actually going to spend time with someone, casually, and it was you? It was all new and terrifying.

But, above all? Exciting.

The whole situation opened many doors, all of which Keigo pictured and picked apart as he neared your apartment. There were so many potential situations to appraise and plan for, he felt overwhelmed by it all.

The opportunity to spend some... time with you outside of the tea shop was a necessity, right? Keigo’s original idea had been to drop off some food and banter for a while, but the idea of spending one of his precious nights off with you was so much better than he could’ve expected.

Not to mention the warm bit of validation sparked by the fact that you asked him to come over, you wanted him around —

It felt nice.

So nice.

You paused, hearing telltale scuffing of someone on your balcony.

Oh my god.

He’s here.

Hawks is here.

You gulped, shaking your head.

Don’t you dare chicken out now. Commit, dammit. You’re just... hanging out. With your friend.

Yeah.

A knock on the glass pulled you to the door of your balcony, hobbling to slide it open on your crutches.

Hawks was happy to push the door the rest of the way open, stepping inside with a bag of takeout slung on his arm.

Your mouth parched, seeing him once again in civilian clothing. Was it... normal to get turned on by the fact that he looked normal?

As Hawks stepped into your humble apartment, wings tucked tightly to his back, you drank him in, hair ruffled with his clear visor placed on top of his head to push back the windswept front pieces. He wore a white sweater and black trousers complete with heavy black boots that were quickly untied and left by the door.

“You’re staring, you know,” Hawks interrupted your thoughts as you straightened up on your crutches.

Recover.

“Can’t prove that,” You tutted, crutching away from the door. “Also, welcome. Watch out for my cats, they might try to get a mouthful of your feathers.”

“Duly noted,” Hawks clicked his tongue, standing up and following you as you meander to the kitchen.

Keigo had to admit that your apartment was relatively... cute. He was used to his own, seldom-used digs. He had a big, uncomfortably nice penthouse with too many disused rooms and too much open space. Fixtures and furniture that were too expensive, probably, but it had been far easier to hire some big-name interior designer and not bother with dealing with it himself. Keigo had trouble keeping many ‘personal’ possessions, anyways. His training with the Commission made him almost revile the thought of keeping unnecessary, material objects, sans a few.

Your home was the exact opposite.

Maybe it was that he didn’t know how to have a personal touch that it made your cozy little apartment feel so full of them.

Little photos and artworks on walls or in frames caught Keigo’s eyes as he followed you to the kitchen. He took note of several blankets on the couch, catching sight of the plushie he’d given you at the hospital. Even the lighting of the apartment was personal, diffuse. With how easily overstimulated you became, it made sense that you’d keep your apartment so ambiently dim.

“So, first off, thank you for coming by and delivering dinner. I am eternally grateful,” You bowed dramatically, leaning to flail out a crutch at the motion. “Second, as payment, I’ll make you a drink. Maybe not with my quirk, but I have some of my old tea blends here.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Keigo shrugged, setting the takeout down on the counter while his ever-present grin nearly hurt his face from how relentless it was. “And tea? Show me what you’ve got. Or, should I trust you to pick one out for me?”

You hummed, clicking your tongue before moving across the kitchen to a different set of cabinets, “I think I’ve actually got a good one for you. It’s one of my favorites.”

“Lay on the details, angel,” Keigo hummed, leaning against the lip of the counter.

You did have the perfect blend in mind. It wasn’t too old, hardly stale. It would pair as well as a nice tea could with fried takeout, judging by the smells wafting from the bag on the counter.

“It’s one I made for a brunch we catered a few months back. It’s just a white tea raspberry blend, but it’s not delicate. It should stand up to any sort of food you’ve brought. Thank you, by the way.”

Setting your crutches down, you started to push yourself up onto the counter without thinking much of it, booted-foot going limp off the edge.

“Of course, anytime— woah, angel,” His voice choked as you wavered on the edge of the counter, off-balance.

There was a short flap of wings and rush of air as you tried to rebalance, cursing the deadweight of your leg.

If Hawks hadn’t been directly behind you, you probably would’ve eaten shit.

You turned yourself as far as you could, cheeks going hot.

Hawks’ face was just inches away from yours. That was even to mention the hands hovering around your waist, chest brushing up against your back.

“S-sorry,” Did he just fucking stutter? “You looked like you were about to eat shit there.”

The words hardly reach you, you were too busy actively telling yourself not to stare at his pretty, plump lips because that is not something friends do. Not the can of worms you needed to open, right?

“I-,” You turned away from him, stretching up to the tea tin that had been out of your reach. “To think you’ve saved me from falling while reaching for loose leaf tea, twice.”

“All in a day's work,” His hands twitched around your sides but hardly shifted until you began to descend from the countertop. In fact, Hawks hardly moved away at all until you were situated back on your crutches.

You pretended not to notice the flush on his cheeks.

Maybe, it was a bit too close. Definitely too close, and bad circumstances, but god, you wanted more and more of him.

You swallowed your desires down, cracking a smile.

Be normal.

Be cool!

You shook the tin, leaves and dried fruit rattling inside, “So, cream or sugar?”

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The two of you ended up on the couch, picking through the several boxes of takeout that Hawks had brought. Most of dinner was spent bantering back and forth about one of Hawks’ newest modeling contracts and if it was ‘ethical’ for him to wear his own feathers for the sake of ‘fashion’?

“So, off-topic from insulting my employment ethics, ” Hawks spoke while munching on a piece of chicken. “You surviving?”

“Barely,” You laughed, setting down your utensils with a huff. “I forget how isolation makes you go a little crazy. I’m running out of dumb shit to watch and even dumber shit to send you.”

Hawks snorted, setting down his own box, having had his fill, “I know you are more than adept at combing the internet for more good shit to send me.”

“I mean, maybe, but you keep sending me juicy photos of you being a dumbass. They’re hard to show up, you know?” You side-eyed him at the birdish tilt of his head.

“You don’t need to show me up, angel,” Hawks reminded you, some feathers packing up what was left of the food. “Though, it’s fun. You’re fun.”

You internally winced at the sentiment but forced the smile on your face not to waver.

It was a needed reminder.

This close to Hawks, you could fucking smell him. Maybe it was a little creepy, but you remembered it so well, after the villain attack. The scent of some sort of spicy cologne and old sweat, but it was hardly unpleasant. No, it was intoxicating. It made you feel almost fuzzy, as it wafted around like some reminder that Hawks and you were so close.

You thanked the stars that the apartment lacked the stimuli to make your quirk activate on its own.

Your couch wasn’t very large, and it seemed even smaller with how Hawks had laid his wings over it. They were propped up over the back, outstretched just the smallest bit to relieve some pressure. All the same, the massive feathers made you feel minuscule.

Even the way he was sitting was intoxicating and a bit gut-wrenching. It was casual, the way he leaned back against the far cushions, legs somewhat spread with an ankle over the opposite knee. The pose oozed a weird, untouchable confidence that you hadn’t seen in Hawks in months, maybe ever. At least, not directed at you.

Despite the warm nature of his words, he seemed guarded.

It made your throat dry.

Keigo was quite on edge. He hadn’t meant to get so close in the kitchen, really, he hadn’t. But, seeing you dangling off the edge of the counter like that, even if it was harmless and mundane, made his entire body and mind react before he could think.

But, you weren’t in any danger. Even if you had been, Keigo would’ve been there to catch you.

He’d put himself out of it, overthinking the whole thing. You were fine. Safe.

The other part of his mind spun with how he wanted to be so much closer.

Feeling the warmth of your body, the lines of your waist, the thrum of your heart and breath so fucking close—

It was a lot.

But, he was well-trained and not going to choke.

He’d shoved himself to the opposite side of the couch to you, keeping his boundaries up, strong as steel and hard as carbon.

Of course, Keigo knew the feelings were mutual. That didn’t mean that none of this was terrifying in the same way that it was exhilarating.

As much as he wanted to be closer (so much closer), Keigo remained careful. The last thing in the world he wanted to do was ruin something before it had even truly happened.

You sat back against the couch, repositioning your injured leg on the coffee table, “So, thoughts.”

“On?”

You didn’t look at Keigo as you replied, rather glared at your TV, “What to watch?”

“Oh,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “We’re watching something?”

“You tell me. I imagine you don’t get lots of time to do this sort of thing, do you?”

Hawks didn’t reply for a moment, sitting deeper into the couch, “Not really.”

“Then indulge, tailfeathers,” You tossed the remote in his lap. “Anything, go for it. Go nuts.”

Hawks nearly put on watching a reality cooking show, before you said that that was off-limits, per an odd conversation from way back when where he had admitted to be hot for Gordon Ramsey. He had been a little too vague as to whether or not he would pop a boner from Gordon’s filmed degradations. And truthfully, if anything was gonna give Hawks a hard-on tonight, you were determined for it not to be competitive cooking TV. Maybe, just maybe, you’d rather it be you.

...

Eventually, he settled on some psychological thriller you’d never heard of.

Keigo hadn’t either.

He was glad that you couldn’t hear his heart in the same way he heard your’s pounding.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you crutch around, turning the already dim lights lower.

Calm the down, Hawks.

Calm the fuck down.

He’d never even done this before. Keigo wasn’t sure how to handle the situation, even if it was as simple as watching a film.

It would’ve been simpler if the tension in the air was thick and foggy, clouding over his consciousness as he tried to focus on anything other than your nearness and how much he wanted to drag you into his lap.

…

His feathers fluttered as you plopped back onto the couch, pulling a blanket over your lap and offering one to him.

He took it, settling it over his lap as the movie went on.

You weren’t an idiot. You could feel the blood rushing in your hot ears as you fisted the blanket over your legs.

Your mind spoke a lot louder than you wanted it to:

Just fucking do it.

Do what exactly?

The paramount thought that was causing anxiety to twirl in your gut.

Maybe, you could just tell him how you felt.

Maybe just hold his hand.

Maybe get fucking rejected because he’s out of your league and out of bounds.

Maybe even kiss him—

You were torturing yourself, the movie just background noise to your internal dilemma.

You’d asked him to your apartment and Hawks had bought you fucking dinner. That wasn’t a lot, sure, maybe, but there were also the months of lead-up.

There were all of the cold mornings and cheeky grins you gave each other in the waking coffee shop. There were the fuzzy jokes, the lingering glances, and the tight feeling you got in your chest whenever he graced you with mere eye contact.

It felt like you were already in too deep to not be honest about how you felt towards him. Fuck, you’d been in too deep for months. Every time you made him a damn drink, you wanted to just drink him in. You were all fluttering hearts and sweet smiles for him in a way that you couldn’t suppress, only squash in moments of such intense anxiety like this—

“Hey, dove?” It was Hawks, shocking you from your turmoil with a soft voice. “Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah, I’m good.” Your reply was curt and clipped.

Make a decision now.

Pull the bandage off, (Y/N).

It’ll just be worse, the longer you wait.

Maybe Hawks did just want to fuck with some cute feelings, the seemingly longing looks be damned. Yeah, you liked him way more than for just a fuck, that was obvious and unavoidable. Besides, it’d be better to know than to not know, right?

“You sure? If the movie’s too much, we can turn it off,” Hawks sounded genuinely concerned from the other side of the couch.

...

You committed, taking a deep breath and turning to Hawks.

“It’s not that,” You looked at the couch between the two of you, tracing the seam of the cushion. “The movie’s fine.”

“Then, you’re not feeling great for another reason?” Keigo asked, feeling each of your breaths and heartbeats like bass drums in his ears. He hides the shaking of his hands by crossing them over his chest. “You can talk to me, (Y/N).”

“Can I?” You asked, shaking your head and laughing at yourself. “Hawks, I need to do something really fucking stupid.”

Holy fuck.

Are they—

“What’s that?”

His voice was smaller than he wanted it to be.

“Fuck, Hawks,” You finally forced yourself to look at him, taking in his guarded posture and pained expression.

Your heart sank.

“I just need to be honest with you.”

Hawks’s brow soured, lips twitching, “Go for it, dove.”

You laughed, maybe trying to soothe yourself, “It’s probably is just, so fucking stupid, all things considered.”

You ran a hand through your hair, biting your lip between sentences and willing yourself to just get it out—

“Hawks, I like you. A lot.”

He still didn’t say anything and you could feel shards of your heart drive into your lungs.

You forced yourself to look up at him, smiling with the slight release of tension in your sternum, however painful.

“I know, we’re just friends, right? I’m just the barista and you’re my special, pro hero regular. I know I’m overstepping right now, but it feels unfair for me to not be honest with you.”

Keigo already knew this, right? He knew how you felt, fuck, he’d felt how you felt. He just wasn’t prepared for the exploding and thrumming in his chest when you told him with your sweet lips and kind words.

Why did it feel so different when you were smiling at him like you were in pain and telling him so fucking honestly with your words?

It was the thing about you that he admired the most, that candor in your tone and the grin in your cheeks as you spoke so.

But, your smile was falling, leaving watery-looking eyes.

“Hawks, I like you. Way too much for friends, and I needed to say something.”

Keigo’s mouth was dry.

For the first time in so fucking long, he was genuinely speechless.

He couldn’t recall a time in his life anyone had spoken so earnestly to him, just you. Just you, you, you— casually, over and over again, you talked to him like he was something real and something to be cared for. It was subtle, but it was one of the many things that made him want you closer.

Yet, despite all his bundled up desires, he was lost for words.

“I’m sorry—”

He stopped you, “(Y/N), please don’t apologize.”

“But—”

“(Y/N).”

Hawks’ voice was sharp. It made the expression on your face rapidly fall.

He looked at you with rapt attention, arms uncrossing from his chest.

He turned to you on the couch, feathers fluffed up and twitching.

Your nose stung as Hawks, all pretty golds and ambers, shook out an exhale and balled up the blanket in his lap.

“Hawks—”

“Why would you need to be sorry?”

Hawks looked at you with wide eyes, brow creased. His shoulders were... shaking?

Your head spun, leg aching, “... What do you mean?”

Hawks finally met your gaze, giving you the sweetest, saddest smile you’d ever seen, “Dove, you’re acting like there’s no way I could feel the same way.”

Every cell in your body stuttered.

“You’ve done it since we’ve met.”

Hawks scooted closer on the cushions of the couch.

“You’ve always acted like there’s just no way I could like you, give a shit about you—”

He moved a bit closer.

You couldn’t make yourself move.

“You want to know the truth?”

You creaked out a nod.

Keigo couldn’t help the way he went to cup your cheeks in his hands, thumbs rubbing along the apples of your cheeks. You lean into his touch, just like at the hospital, despite the blend of absolute fear and confusion in your expression.

“How could I not care about you, dove?” And it finally came out. “I care about so much— dove, I don’t know what to fucking say.”

That made you speechless, lips parting just the slightest bit as Hawks continued, losing composure with his morphing expressions.

He wet his lips, swallowing, “Dove, I’ve never—any of this. I-I don’t know what o-or how to say any of what I want to right now.”

You speak before thinking.

“Show me, if you don’t know how to say it.”

The idea seemed so novel as Keigo ran a thumb over your bottom lip, pulling it from between your teeth. He met your gaze with the gooiest, sweetest look you’d ever seen in your life, “You want me to?”

“Please.”

It was all the two of you had wanted for a while now, right?

“If I kiss you, I’m not ever gonna be able to make this go away, am I?” Keigo was speaking to himself, just above his breath. But, you were more than close enough to hear him.

“Hey, Hawks? I don’t know if we can make ‘this’ try to go away.” You grabbed one of the hands cupping your face, pulling it away, only to shakily press in your lips to the bones on the back of it. “I don’t want to anymore.”

“Y-you gotta stop being so sweet, (Y/N)—”

Neither of you could wait a moment longer.

Your arms wrapped around Keigo’s shoulder. In the same motions, he pulled you closer by your waist, dragging you finally closer to him.

He held your jaw like you were the most precious thing in the world. Because, truthfully, you were to him. The sentiment was shared Deeply.

Your lips pressed together and the long-held tensions in your chests mutually shattered, dissolving in the honeyed touch of each other’s genuine attention.

You angled your head perfectly, Keigo’s hand guiding you as his mouth worked against yours. It wasn’t a particularly steamy sort of affair, but by god, it wasn’t in any way chaste. Not with the tight grip and thumbing on your ribs. Not with the way your hands tangled in the soft (holy fuck, soft) hair at the base of Keigo’s skull.

You both tasted each other's sweetness, craving more of it after denying yourselves of it for so long. It was white-hot, exploding behind your eyes, even as your quirk remained dormant. Keigo was honey and cream and smoked spices all dancing across your palette.

To Keigo? You were sweet, cool water over a hot burn. You were the heat of a hearth rolling over him on the coldest of days. He swears that in the first moments he finally got to be close to you, and over and over again— he finally understood how your quirk worked.

There was no way that finally feeling you, feeling you as he felt you, could be described with just five senses.

You pulled away first, gasping for breath and arching your back into him. You lingered as close as you could, pressing your forehead to Keigo’s while your breaths mingled. You didn’t dare stray far.

“Was that enough to show you?” Keigo asked, breathless. He kept a wide hand against your back, urging you with a bit of soft pressure to put your weight into it. You complied, settling in his hold as Keigo stroked at your hot cheeks.

You nodded, beaming up at him with that sunny smile of yours. It never failed to make heat burn through Keigo and god, did it feel good to finally let it unabashed.

“I take it, you like me too, huh,” You smiled, looking a bit embarrassed.

“Very much, very much,” Keigo repeated, pressing a kiss to your nose (he’d always wanted to do that). “So much, (Y/N). I apologize for not saying anything sooner. This is just...”

“New to you, right?” You finished his sentence, thumbing along the back of his neck in a way that made Keigo just melt. “It’s been a while for me too, if it makes you feel better.”

“It does, dove. Thank you.” Keigo let out a deep breath, shaking his head against yours. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner.”

“It’s alright, same goes for me,” As much as you needed to adjust due to the angle of your recovering leg, you couldn’t make yourself do it. You were so wonderfully close to Hawks, you never wanted to move.

“If we’re being honest, then I need to be honest with you,” Hawks met your eyes, his expression going a little dimmer.

You braced for the worst.

He picked up your shift easily, finally able to express how quickly he caught your mood after so long of being attuned to it.

“Oh wait, no, (Y/N), nothing terrible, I promise,” Hawks rubbed at your sides. “It’s about the miel.”

“The... miel?” You cocked your head to the side, confused, recalling the drink somewhat hazily. “The drink I made you on the day of... the attack?”

Hawks gave you a tense smile, “That one, yeah. Remember how you said it was just based on your ambient feelings?”

“Uh-huh.” You let confusion lace your tone until it slowly started to dawn on you.

“You made the drink, ambiently, around me—”

Your eyes widened, mouth falling open, “Oh my god, Hawks, did my feelings for you get in the drink?”

Hawks graced you with a sweet, sympathetic smile, fingers tucking at the hair around your ear, “They did, dove. I’ve kind of known for a few days, it just hasn’t been the time or setting to say something. I apologize.”

“N-no, it’s okay, I totally understand,” You sighed into his grip. “I really thought it might be something worse.”

“Consider your worries assuaged,” Hawks hummed, eyes drifting to your boot. He deadpanned suddenly. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad does your leg hurt right now?”

Fairly bad, considering. You were half on your knees, the booted leg twisted awkwardly while still raised to the coffee table. This wasn’t even to mention the arch of your back so you could be all that closer to Hawks.

The pain of the position was easy to forget; you were still shaking from kissing Hawks just once.

“Uh, maybe like a seven, once I can feel anything other than how good you felt just now,” you hummed, grinning up at Hawks as his face went bright red.

The infinite pleasure you received, making him blush so sweetly.

He shook it off, squeezing your sides, “Cute. Very cute. Mutually returned sentiment, but let’s adjust.”

You nodded but didn’t have much time to react as a bundle of Hawks’s feathers lifted you every which way, albeit incredibly gently. All said and done, he was fully upright against the back of the couch. With the support of a feather or two, Hawks’s arms tugged you into his lap. Your legs stretched to the side, the booted one immediately propped up by a feather-supplied pillow.

You both settled yourselves, blushing and leaning on each other now that you finally were allowing yourself to.

Keigo fully wrapped his arms around you, pulling you tight against him. One of his wings even shifted to drape over one his shoulder, sheltering the two of you in a canopy of a crimson. Keigo let his hands wander over your hips, not seeking anything more than blessed attention and heat. You gave it all to him, tucking your face into his collarbone, drowning in the scent that made you feel at home.

Keigo pressed his lips to your crown and legitimately shuddering.

He spoke to himself, so faintly and quietly, you hardly caught it, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

There was melancholy in his voice, but you were quick to strip it away.

You brushed your lips along his jaw, savoring the way he held you tighter, “I have too. Can we do this more?”

“Anytime, dove. Anytime.”

“Right now sound good?”

You withdrew to beam up at him as you were so good at doing, only to be smothered by craving-satiating kisses anywhere Keigo could get to. The sweet, high laughter that he dripped onto you made your heart burst all over again.

And you finally, finally fell into the other sweetly, warmly, and properly.

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xsarcasticwriterx · 4 years

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Wonderwall-part 3

Summary: While all of the avengers facility may be aware of your pregnancy there's someone else who also needs to know.

Pairing: Tony stark x reader x Bucky barnes

Warnings: swearing, Pregnancy shit, angst,

Wonderwall masterlist

It had been 2 weeks sense everyone found out you were pregnant including yourself. things were back to semi normal. Everyone was treating you like you'd break if things happened to fast and bucky and tony hadn't said a word to each other. Not that they ever actually did speak to each other but now its less than usual. Bruce banned you from going on missions which everyone agreed to. It was the only time tony and bucky had agreed on something so you grumbled and accepted it.

You were currently sat in the main lounge watching tv with your feet up on the table. You had to admit a 9 month break was awesome. you heard the door open and close. “Y/n?” you heard tony call for you. “over here” you yell back. you see tony round the corner. “hey how are you feeling?” he asks sitting next to you. “mmmmmm” you grumble closing your eyes. your head falls onto his shoulder. he laughs and you move your head to his lap putting your legs on the side of the couch. “hey so uh I was thinking.” he starts. you tilt your head looking up at him “wow that's a first you say.” you say laughing.

Tony rolls his eyes. “sorry sorry go ahead what is it?” you ask. “Well sense things have calmed down here for the most part I was thinking of telling pepper. your going to be showing here soon and I just figured ya know” he says. you sit up “uh yea i mean obviously you'd have to tell her and sooner than later makes sense.” you said. “How and when you gonna tell her?” you ask. “Not quite sure. was thinking of taking her out ya know have her mood up before...” he trails off.

“before shattering yalls whole world?” you say blatantly. Tony makes a face of nervousness. “sorry...just...honest when nervous.” you said messing with your fingers. “I’m sure it'll be fine...right?” you asked. tony shrugged. to be honest he wasn't sure of anything. He hoped she understood this was never intended and that the cause of it only happened because they felt so alone and hopeless.

You already felt sick but the nervousness of how pepper would react made it worse. You launched up running to the restroom hunching over and puking your breakfast out. you groaned and tony came over. he rubbed your back calmly “shh shh its ok” he said softly. you sat back looking at him “ugh i know im gonna love this little one when their born but my god does this suck” you grumbled. tony laughed and pulled you towards him. you laid your head on his shoulder.

“hey i have an ultrasound next week they'll tell me how far along i am and we’ll see if the baby is healthy.” you said smiling. “that's amazing i'll definitely be there. Is bucky coming?” tony asked. you nodded “yea he's been really supportive actually i'm so happy he's been so ok with it” you say with a smile. “I hope pepper reacts similarly. you got lucky ya know with buck and all.” he says looking down. your smile fades “i know...really fucked this up...Bucky still loves me and I still love him its just....different, hes different.” it was true ever sense you told bucky he had been off. He cared for you and still held you close and kissed you but everytime he left he used to kiss you but this time he just says bye. Its usually in a neutral tone and anytime Tony comes around you can see him become pissed off.

He cares for you and helps you with the side effects. Helps you with the morning sickness and cravings, dosent get angry when your mood changes every 2 seconds or when you watch sad movies and immediately fall apart. But hes still just...off. You knew he would stay and help but you wondered if things would be good again or if it'll only get worse when the baby is here.

“ok now” you start sitting up and walking to the bedroom, you sat on the bed and tony followed after. “tell me about the missions you know i gotta live through you now that i'm on house arrest” you say as tony sits next to you. “your pregnant not on house arrest last thing we needed was some dude giving you a sob story and you falling apart.” he said with a laugh. you hit his chest “uh huh sure that was why” you said. you moved and layed on the bed, tony laying next to you. “ok ok, the most recent a group tried to pull a major hack into a major bank” he said as you curled into his side. He spoke of how amazing it was to take them down. How steve and hom fought for control as usual. you laughed and smiled but over all you missed your team.

You missed being on missions, missed feeling included and missed the jokes and laughter and overall just missed being with them. you slowly fell asleep during his story. It was just so peaceful and nice you couldn't help it he was so warm and he was rubbing your back. Tony looked down at you and smiled, you looked so beautiful and at peace. Most days you held your guard up though it was falling more and more from your pregnancy. Moments like this you looked so vulnerable and at peace, he loved to just see you so...calm.

Tony looked up as the door opened and bucky came in. Bucky saw you curled into tony's side and straightened up. He closed the door and looked back at you two. “hey” bucky whispered “hey” tony said back.

“I guess i should go” tony said ready to leave this awkward situation. “no no stay she hasn't gotten much sleep recently with worrying and ya know puking” bucky said walking to the couch and sitting. “im sorry” tony said “Really i am” tony wasn't sure on what to say but he knew he needed to say something, anything to fix this.

“I’m going to tell pepper tomorrow” tony said trying to make conversation. “Y/n tell you she has an ultrasound next week?” bucky asked. tony nodded “I wanted to come if thats ok” tony basically asked for permission. This was new for him he never asked to do anything but he felt like he was overstepping. “their your child of course its ok” bucky said. And with that it was back to silence

“Tony I’m going to ask you this once and i need you to be honest. Do you have feelings for her?” he asked. Tony was taken back by this. Did he have feelings for you? “no no of course not shes your girl.” tony said. bucky shook his head “not what i asked” bucky said. “No i dont i promise” tony said. bucky nodded with a small smile “ok, now on with that, how do you feel?” bucky asked. He felt relieved that tony didn't have feelings for her and it made it much easier to be around him knowing this.

“how do I feel? uh strange i guess. It's strange to look at her and know there's a human growing in there.” tony said. It was strange because she was starting to show slightly and knowing it was the start to a human a child that was his was strange to him. “yea i get what you mean its like you know there was going to be a child there but to see it happening is just something else.” bucky said.

“yea...i also feel nervous you know, nervous of being a good father. My dad” tony started before looking up at bucky who had straightened up. They never talked of tony's father after word came out of bucky killing his parents. Not that tony talked of them much but it became nothing after the incident. tony looked at tony before looking back down at the bed. “anyways i guess over all else i'm happier than ever. I know i'll love this kid more than life itself so im just...happy.” tony said.

“how about you how do you feel?” tony asked. “happy i guess we talked of having a family before” he said. “what stopped you two?” tony asked hoping he wasn't pushing it. “Well being in the avengers and nearly dying on every mission mostly. then just us not sure on parenting not exactly like she had the best father and I was born in 1917 then when we finally decided to just do it....she went to space” he said looking up at tony. tony avoided his gaze looking anywhere but at bucky. he felt you turn in his arms and looked down seeing your eyes flutter open.

You looked up at tony and gave a soft smile before sitting up and seeing bucky. You looked between the two contemplating how no one got killed in the time you were asleep. “I should go now um guess i'll talk to you after i tell pepper” tony said to you. you nodded and smiled “sure don't get killed” you said before tony gave a small laugh and left. you looked at bucky “no one died” you said with a small smile. he laughed and nodded “nope no one died.” he said. “so does that mean things are ok again?” you ask. bucky nods “things are ok again” he said. you smiled “good” you wanted things to be the way they were where everyone could at least stand one another. where it felt like a family for those without one.

Later that night you sat on your bed watching tv while bucky and a few of the others were on a small mission. Anyone who wasn't on the mission was crashing from the last mission. You knew tony was going to tell pepper today which made you keep your phone on hand just in case. your phone dinged and you looked seeing a text from tony. “hide” was all it said. you of course not one to not listen when something says hide, hid in the secret spots you each had that no one other than you knew. It was originally in case bucky went all winter solider again but after that got fixed it simply became a spot incase some people attacked.

yours was a spot in the bathroom, figured it was least obvious, behind the toilet there's a small hole leading to a whole other room prepared with food and water and a bed that could last up to a month. you climb through still with your phone you text back “got it” and sat on the bed. Guess pepper didn't take it well.

You heard the front door slam and yelling. there was the sound of things being tossed around and door opening and closing, probably those who were sleeping and going to find out what the fuck was going on. You sat on the bed waiting and listening to the voices though it sounded like charlie brown teachers you could kind of tell by tone what was going on. Then you got a text from tony saying “come on out, don't worry steve and vision are down here so she won't kill you...or if she does you got back up” you sighed standing up and walking out.

You walked to the living room and saw pepper,tony,steve,vision all standing there pepper looked and stared you down. you slowly walked in “you” pepper said starting towards you. Steve moves in front lighting pushing her back. you hid behind steve “your ok” he whispered to you. “you absolute whore!” pepper yelled at you throwing glass at you. you screamed hiding behind steve fully. “we didn't know we'd be back!” tony yelled. “Pepper-” you wanted to apologize fix everything “No you shut the fuck up!” she yelled. you jumped back and steve put a protective arm around you.

“I don't want to hear it! Were done” pepper said “pep” tony said and pepper turned around slapping him. you moved from your spot by steve to tony. Pepper took the chance and slapped you. you stumbled back and tony grabbed your arm. “done” pepper said walking out slamming the door. steve moved to you “you ok?” steve asked. you felt tears brewing in your eyes. “guess its over” tony said. you pulled away and walked to your room curling up. A few minutes later there was a knock. “mmm” you grumbled. the door slightly opened.

steve came in and sat next to you “you ok?” he asked. you looked up at him and put your head in his lap “I just want to sleep” you grumbled. steve nodded and stroked through your hair. You fell asleep quickly and soon bucky came in. His face was washed in panic. “you heard?” steve asked. bucky nodded “is she ok?” he asked. steve shrugged “said she just wanted to sleep” he said. bucky nodded and sat next to you. “pepper broke up with tony” steve said. “figured” bucky said rubbing your arm. you curl up between bucky and steve. bucky's head rested back against the headboard and slowly fell asleep. steve wasn't sure on what to do so he just stayed stroking your hair as you fell asleep and looking at how at peace his best friend seemed for the first time in his life.

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starbuckie · 4 years

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𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

challenge: winter warmers writing challenge by @spaceodditybarnes

prompt: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by michael buble

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

words: 2k without lyrics, 2.1k with lyrics

warnings: i genuinely don’t think i can say anything besides FLUFF, oh wait theres some mentions of the shmexy sex (i promise im a functioning person)

summary: in which they take a little holiday stroll and talk about what they are.

a/n: THIS MADE ME VERY HAPPY THANK YOU FOR HOSTING THIS CHALLENGE JADE!!! i kinda veered off the idea of christmas with this one, but my mind created another idea and i kinda just went with the flow. anyways, i really enjoyed writing this one, and i hope you all had a lovely holiday season <3 LOTS OF LOVE Y’ALL

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It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go

Take a look at the five and ten, it’s glistening once again

With candy cane and silver lanes that glow

Snow sprinkled to the buildings and sidewalks of Midtown Manhattan, making the traffic clog up to the oh so lovely sounds of taxis and cars honking. It was far from what people pictured it, really, New York was absolute hell during the holiday season. Sloshing boots and teens smoking pot outside the scantily decorated discount store that held very little, sad-looking Christmas lights.

It didn’t bother Bucky. No, he had never been a big fan of the holiday season. Even back in the forties, with his ma and little sisters, they had never been huge on celebrating Christmas, instead choosing to work those shifts during the holiday so they could make a buck or two more to hold them over. Now in the twenty-first century, the holiday just reminded him how truly lonely he was, everyone and everything he used to know long gone.

But then he found Y/N. Granted, it had not been a formal introduction. The poor girl had nearly damn run him over with her motorcycle for Christ’s sake, but nonetheless she crawled into his heart that cold December morning two years ago, and had not left ever since.

Now she walked by his side at Rockefeller Center, her cold fingers intertwined with his warm ones, admiring the tree while he admired her. He already had every part of her memorized, from late night escapades in the sheets to studying the slope of her nose at team breakfasts. Even when he wasn’t with her, he was always looking at her, unable to pull his eyes away from Y/N’s radiance.

This little… dalliance of theirs had only started a year back, and they had still yet to put a label on it. Sam had called it friends with benefits, Sharon called it being a couple without the name. Bucky had shut both of those ideas down, claiming that they were taking it slow and weren’t looking to call it anything yet they still had not really talked about it. Was it really worth ruining the bond he had with the girl he fell madly in love with? Whatever it was, they had never taken time out of their day to actually discuss what they meant to each other, but, God, he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t want to know.

“Bucky?” Her sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts, the glittering red and white lights of the Christmas tree reflecting in her eyes. “You seem kind of distracted right now, sweetheart, are you bored? We can head back to the compound if you like.”

He smiled at her worried tone, delicately kissing the tip of her nose. “‘M just thinking, doll, wanna stay as long as I can out here with you.”

The grin he received in return was breathtaking, her red-painted lips turned upwards and a little twinkle (literally and metaphorically) in her eyes. “Good.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Oh, look at that helicopter, Buck! That’s so cool!” Y/N pointed at a little boy in the store controlling the airborne toy with a small remote. “They didn't have those when I was a kid, I just had my Tamagotchi.”

He scrunched his nose, staring at her with an emotion that could be described as nothing other than distaste. “What the hell is a Tamagotchi?”

“A Tamagotchi was like this little digital pet thing that you could take care of, mainly used for kids who were trying to prove to their parents that they could take care of a real pet. That’s why I had one at least, but I never did get a tabby cat like I wanted.” Y/N continued to ramble about her weird pet thing as they walked through the toy store, though Bucky didn’t really care. But he’d never stop her either. The way her eyes lit up in childlike wonder and her fascination with the toys on the shelves was too precious to destroy. This was the girl who he had seen slit throats and blow aliens’ brains out, and in the moment she was ogling an American Girl Doll like it was the last pancake at the breakfast table.

Y/N finally convinced herself that she was done looking at the toys, claiming that she was too mature for such things (she really wasn’t), but he let her lead him out the door, before she halted right in the doorway. “What is it, honey?”

“Mistletoe.” He glanced up at the little sprig of green and red berries above their heads, hanging by a small strand of twine. A small group of kids with families stood around, watching them with both happy and annoyed faces. How could they not notice Y/N L/N and Bucky Barnes? Bucky’s vibranium arm may have been recognizable, but Y/N’s cheery, a little-louder-than-normal humming had caused a little group to watch them throughout the store. “I think they’re waiting for us to kiss, Buck.”

She leaned into him, placing her lips on his and placing her freezing hands on his cheekbones. Though Bucky had never been big on PDA, the rest of the world seemed to slip away when he was with her. He grinned into her lips, hugging her tightly around the waist so she squealed. When he forced herself away from her intoxicating mouth, she was sporting a bright smile and smudged lipstick that had rubbed off onto his.

Giggling, she took her thumb and swiped off some of the red residue she had left. “You had a little something there, sweetheart.”

A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots

Is the wish of Barney and Ben

Dolls that’ll talk and will go for a walk

Is the hope of Janice and Jen

Bucky watched Y/N point out all the different street cart vendors as they walked to Radio City Music Hall. She’d insisted that they go look at the window displays there as well, and who was he to argue? Strangely enough, they hadn’t talked much, other than the occasional “are you cold” from Bucky, to which Y/N assured him she was not. Her quiet voice sang the lyrics to Last Christmas when a little girl stopped in front of them, two auburn braids and green eyes boring straight into hers.

The small child pulled on Y/N’s skirt, a silent plea to go down to her height. “Hi there, are you lost, sweetie?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” she looked back to an older woman, who gave her a thumbs up and a smile, “because you are my favorite superhero and I hope you have a very good Christmas.”

Y/N nearly melted at the toothless smile the girl, who she assumed was named Sadie by the necklace she wore. “Thank you so much, sweetheart. I hope you have a good Christmas too, and do you know this guy?” She dragged Bucky down next to her, the large, buff man hulking over the small girl. “This is my friend Bucky, do you know him?”

He eyed her warily, as if he were absolutely terrified of the tiny human. “You’re the Winter Soldier!”

Uh oh. The name was one that struck a chord of fear through everyone, still in shock of the events that had taken place in D.C. in 2014. While he and Sam had tried to label a new brand for the Avengers, people didn’t forget all the horrors of HYDRA and their prized assassin. Of course it hadn’t been him, even he knew that, but trying to convince people otherwise still made him feel guilty.

“You’re my second favorite Avenger, after Y/N, of course.” Sadie brought her hand to hover over Bucky’s vibranium one, her eyes wide with excitement. “Mr. Bucky, can I touch your metal arm?”

The man in question could barely utter out a word, muttering some sort of agreement before nodding with a timid smile. Giddily, she touched his arm, feeling all the cool ridges of gold-plated vibranium against the gun-grey metal. Sadie continued to pelt questions at him, about Sam and Redwing to his “adventures” with Y/N on the team.

Bucky, though shy at first, got more and more relaxed as they continued their conversation, his grin growing wider. Y/N loved her fans, she loved them so, so dearly, but seeing them interact with the man she loved was something different. Not a bad different, but a word that could only be described as pure joy.

“Darling, I think we better leave Ms. L/N and Mr. Barnes alone. Say thank you and happy holidays.” The little girl looked sad, turning to look at her mom with a little pout, but she reluctantly obliged and soon the duo were off, into the crowded streets once again.

“Y’know once upon a time I had dreamed about having kids,” Bucky commented. They walked along the sidewalks in a comfortable quiet after the encounter with Sadie, but Bucky’s mind had not stopped reeling from the happiness his conversation brought him. “Was gonna come home from the war, settle down with a gal, and live to be at least seventy years old.”

“Well, I can tell you you’re good on the last bit of that, Buck.” He snorted at her jab at his age, something that has become a norm for their little makeshift family of four. “What do you want now?”

He stopped in his tracks and looked over at her with a fond tilt of his lips. “Oh, just something real special.”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Toys in every store

But the prettiest sight to see, is the holly that will be

On your own front door

“Y/N, what are we?” She glanced over at him from where they sat on the Met stairs, giving their feet a break from walking for hours.

“What do you mean, Buck?”

He grabbed her hands and held them to his chest, trying to make her understand the amount of confusion and impatience he had with this one burdening question. “We’ve been sleeping together for a year, Y/N. We make each other breakfast, we go out together, I literally have half of my closet dedicated to your stuff, but even after all that we haven’t given us a name yet.”

Y/N sat in stunned silence, staring at the outburst from the man in front of her. To be completely honest she had never really thought about the question, choosing to enjoy each second she got to spend with the wonderful man with her. What she had noticed however, was how whenever they parted ways or were in the most intimate of moments, three little words nearly slipped off of her tongue. Every. Single. Time.

“Well, what do you want to be, Bucky?”

“I want to be the man you love. I want to be the man who loves you with his entire heart, though I like to think I already am. I want you to be my best gal more than anything in the world, and that I want to be the man who gets to hold and love you every night.” Slowly they drifted to each other, a magnetic pull bringing them to each other. “What do you think, doll?”

“I think,” her lips split into a grin, hovering over his own with the exact same expression, “that I want to be your best girl and the one who gets to make you pancakes in the morning and I want to be the one you get a cat with, who we’ll name Alpine because if I know you, names are the most important part of having a pet. I want to be held and loved by you every night, Bucky Barnes, and I am the girl who loves you more than anything in this entire damn world.”

Not another second to spare, Bucky pulled Y/N in close, letting himself get lost in one of her sweet, loving kisses, finally knowing that he was hers and she was his. At long last.

Sure, it’s Christmas once more

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malfoymanortings · 4 years

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somebody else PT 2

SUMMARY: Mae has been in love with Draco Malfoy since her first year at Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy fell in love with Mae in their fourth year, and then promptly fell into Pansy’s bed instead. All the while, Mae clings to the hope that Draco will change. That is, until, Ron Weasley takes his chance.

PAIRINGS: toxic!Draco x OC, Ron x OC, Ginny x Luna

im not sure that I like how this turned out, but hopefully you all enjoy it! I was very surprised I got so much positive feedback on that little one shot i posted. thank you all for the love!

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Perhaps it was her conversation with Ginny the previous night, or perhaps it was because she felt so hollow inside, but Mae resolved herself on confronting Draco. Of course, he didn’t make things easy for her. He never did.

“Pansy and Draco are sitting awfully close, aren’t they?” Blaise said conversationally, taking a sip of his morning coffee. Full of cream, three sugars. As always.

Mae eyed Draco and Pansy warily, noting the way Pansy laughed into Draco, her hand seeming to move onto his leg although it was hidden from the table. “They’re just friends.”

“Rubbish,” scoffed Blaise harshly, stabbing an egg. “You’re much smarter than that, love.”

Pansy took that moment to brush Draco’s hair out of his face, and something broke inside Mae as Draco caught her hand in his own, bringing her knuckles to his lips and ghosting a kiss across them.

“It’s none of your business though, innit?” snapped Mae, slamming her glass of pumpkin juice down so harshly it brought the attention of the entire half of their table, including Draco and Pansy. “If Draco wants to fuck a slut, let him.”

Blaise choked on his eggs, slamming a fist into his chest as he attempted to swallow. Draco tilted his head, a sneer on his face, while Pansy began hurling insults at Mae.

“Perhaps if you weren’t a filthy half-blood, Draco would be more interested. He wants a real woman.” Pansy declared wickedly, her lips lifted up in a snarl.

“A real woman with real STDs, hm?” retorted Mae, standing up from the table. “Everyone knows you fucked Theodore Nott last week, and he had to go to Madam Pomfrey from whatever you gave him!”

The part about Pansy fucking Theodore Nott was true, although the STD part was not. But Mae was so angry, so fed up with how the both of them were treating her, that she couldn’t contain it anymore. At this point, most of the Great Hall had caught sight of what was happening, although the teachers at least pretended to be oblivious. She caught sight of Ginny grinning at her encouragingly.

“I’m going to be honest with you, because no one else will,” Draco said the words slowly, casually, as though he were speaking of the weather. “Anyone who says they’re interested in you, beyond just fucking you, is a liar.”

Mae felt her cheeks burn, as the Slytherin table began laughing and oohing under their breath, and she rushed out of the Great Hall. She heard footsteps behind her, but she ignored them, until someone tugged harshly on her arm, the rings on his fingers alerting her to who it was.

“Why?” demanded Mae, turning around with unshed tears. An amused Draco stood in front of her, looming over her. “Why do you do this to me?”

Perhaps the question caught him off guard, because Draco replied with “I don’t know.”

Mae let out a strangled sob, wiping her hands harshly down her face. “I just want to be the one you love.”

“Oh darling,” Draco said the words softly, reaching out to caress her cheek. Mae closed her eyes for a moment, and she could pretend everything was fine. “I’ll never love you.”

With those words, Draco shoved her jaw harshly, causing a loud popping noise to sound as pain reverberated through the lower half of her face.

“I’m breaking up with you.” Mae said the words first, opening her eyes to see Draco actually looking.. Hurt, by her words.

“Took you long enough.”

Mae looked to see Ginny heading her way, her hand intertwined with Luna’s, with the Golden trio, Pansy, and Blaise following close behind.

“We would have never made it anyways.” Draco responded quietly, and Mae felt a bit vindicated to see that he appeared to feel at least partially upset.

“That’s your fault.” her voice shook, but Mae said the words passionately.

“How?” he had the nerve to sound incredulous, and Mae balled up her fists as tears of anger came to her eyes.

“You always cheated on me with Pansy! You treated me like I was your pet, like you could keep fucking around without any care for my feelings!” the words she had been keeping in for so long burst out, and she felt a rush of vindication that she finally got to say them aloud.

Draco scoffed, and any hope of him apologizing or fighting for her went out the window. “You really think I give a shit about you? It’s your loss, Callisto.” he sneered her last name, looking over his shoulder to see the others approaching them.

Mae’s eyes hardened, hatred growing as Pansy ran pathetically over to Draco. “Your whore’s here.”

Pansy rolled her eyes. “Sorry you don’t know how to keep a man.”

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be Callisto,” Draco drawled out, slinging an arm over Pansy. “Nobody likes a slut that doesn’t understand when her time is up.”

“What did you just say?” Ron Weasley was the last person Mae expected to speak to Draco after he said those words.

Draco scoffed. “You heard me, Weas-”

Before Draco could get the full word out, Ron’s fist collided with Draco’s delicate features. Mae’s eyes widened as Ron wound his fist back once more, knocking Draco flat on his back. Pansy started screaming, and Blaise started laughing.

“Blaise, help him!” Pansy shrieked, slapping a hand to her mouth in horror.

Blaise sighed, rolling his eyes. He gave Mae a quick look, (perhaps in an apology?) before he gave Ron a swift kick to his stomach. Ron stumbled backwards, falling on his bottom, and Draco lay on the ground clutching his bruised and bloody face.

Pansy promptly threw herself down onto Draco, and Blaise stood there with his arms crossed as though he were just waiting for the show to be over. Mae, on the other hand, had nothing left to say to Draco, and turned her attention to Ron, who had just gotten off the floor with the help of Harry.

“Thank you,” the words were quiet, but sincere. Ron nodded to her, his eyes not wavering from hers.

“He’s not worth it, yeah?” said Ron, shaking his bruised knuckles. “He never deserved you.’

Mae, suddenly flooded with emotion, just shook her head, and with tears burning in her eyes, she left the scene behind her.

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The hardest thing was seeing Draco be so openly affectionate with Pansy. It broke her, each time she entered the common room to see her sitting on his lap. Getting a kiss on the cheek. A hug. A tender embrace. It burned like hell.

So, she began spending less time in the common room. She began joining Luna and Ginny on their outings, normally in the astronomy tower, and at some point, the Golden Trio started joining them. It became a routine, the six of them hanging out in either the tower or the library, if Hermione got her way.

On the bright side, her grades had never been better.

A month after the incident with Draco, Mae found herself feeling the wound particularly harshly. She paced outside the Gryffindor common room, hoping to find Ginny coming out of the portrait hole. Instead, she got Ron Weasley, who didn’t seem all too surprised to find her out there.

“You alright?” Ron asked awkwardly, halfway in the doorframe and halfway out.

Mae shook her head silently, her chest aching. “Not really.”

“How ‘bout we take a way, yeah?” suggested Ron, stepping out of the portrait hole. It swung shut loudly behind him.

Mae shrugged her shoulders, and together they walked in silence. They had no clear destination in mind, and Mae found she felt slightly better having his company around her. Ron, she had found, had a fairly dry sense of humor and it was ever so easy to laugh around him. Sometimes, the others didn’t quite understand the joke, but Mae always did. His humor was similar to hers, if she could just find it again.

“I always wondered,” Ron broke their silence, stopping to sit on a ledge overlooking the black lake. “If the squid really existed.”

“Oh, it does,” Mae assured Ron, hopping up on the opposite side of the stone ledge, wrapping her robe tightly around herself. “Sometimes in the common room, we get to see it swim by.”

Ron’s eyes flashed with admiration. “Wicked.”

“I suppose it might be a bit more exciting than overlooking the grounds,” Mae said the words pretentiously, sniffing as she hid a grin from Ron. “We get to see the inside of the black lake, while you boring Gryffindors just get landscape.”

“At least during winter we haven’t got to sleep under ten blankets just to get by,” protested Ron, bringing a hand up to brush his hair out of his face. “Then again, you might just have an iron deficiency.”

Mae’s eyes widened. “That’s a big word for Ronald Weasley.”

“Hermione mentioned it!” defended Ron, moving his hands as he spoke. “She’s the one who suggested you go to Madam Pomfrey for it! You’re always freezing!”

“It’s a perk of being damaged goods, I suppose.” Mae said the words without much thought, as she had gotten distracted by Ron’s rather large hands moving around.

Ron went still, and he gave Mae a confused look. “Damaged goods?”

Mae’s feelings of inadequacy came back, and she felt the stinging of tears hit her eyes. She tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. “Well, yeah, what else would you call me?”

“Beautiful,” the word rolled off Ron’s tongue rather quickly, as though he hadn't had to think about it at all.

Tears slipped out of her eyes as Mae processed his words. How could anyone think she was beautiful? Couldn’t he see how damaged she was? Draco had used her up and thrown her out, and no one else would ever want his seconds. He had told her that many times.

“Don’t,” the words came out wet and wobbly. “Don’t lie to me.”

Ron was rarely serious, but he completely focused on her as he reached out to grab her hand in his large one. “Mae, why would I lie about that?”

The tears came freely now, and she could feel a sob building up in her chest. “Ronald Weasley, don’t you dare sit there and lie to me! Don’t fucking sit there, and tell me I’m beautiful, because I’m not. I’m used up and I’m damaged, I will never be anything beyond that!”

Before she could protest, Ron had pulled her into a hug, engulfing her small frame in his large one. Mae had forgotten what it was like to be embraced like this, and she buried her head into Ron’s wide chest as she cried. In the back of her mind, she understood that was likely having a panic attack.

“Calm down Mae,” Ron held her close, caressing her hair. “You’ll be alright.”

They sat like that, until Mae’s cries subsided and she took a shaky breath, pulling out of Ron’s embrace. She was suddenly embarrassed that she had overreacted as she did, and a blush stained her wet cheeks.

“‘M sorry about that,” mumbled Mae, wiping her cheeks roughly. “I didn’t mean to make you all soggy.”

Ron laughed at that. “Why would I complain, a beautiful girl cried on me today. Sounds like a win to me!”

Mae hit Ron on his arm for that, a small laugh coming out of her as well. If anything, Ron Weasley knew how to switch the mood. “Don’t be a prat, Weasley.”

Ron’s eyes crinkled in the corners as he tossed his head back in a loud bout of laughter, and Mae found herself staring at his full lips. Really, how had she not noticed how perfectly shaped Ron’s lips were before? And Merlin, how were his teeth so straight and white?

As quickly as she began admiring Ron Weasley, images of silver hair and grey eyes flashed through her mind, and she shut her eyes and swallowed hard. There would never be Draco and Mae, that much was clear. It did not do to dwell on things that would never change.

“Imagine leaving me for a Weasley.”

Mae’s stomach dropped as she saw Draco swaggering towards her and Ron, Blaise close behind him. She hated how she still got butterflies as he eyed her appraisingly, before sneering at Ron.

“Shut it, Malfoy.” snapped Ron, his ears growing pink as he dug in his robes for his wand.

“Oh,” whistled Draco, drawing out the vowel. “Weaselbee is going to show off how big of a man he is. Trust me, Weasel, been there, done that. I’m the best she’ll ever have had.”

“Tell me Malfoy, you ever been hexed so hard you had to fight for your life?” snarled Ron, standing before the silver haired boy and brandishing his wand.

Mae quickly got down from the stone ledge, standing in between Draco and Ron, placing a hand on both of their chests. “Both of you, stop it!”

Ron’s jaw clenched, and he didn’t lower his wand. Draco smirked at the sight of her hand on his chest, his eyes flicking down at it before backup to look her in the eyes.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Mae said the words firmly, glaring at Draco. “We aren’t together anymore. Stop acting like this.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t fight little Weaselbee.” drawled Draco, flexing his fingers on his wand. “I still had you first.”

“And I fucking left you!” shouted Mae, shoving Draco back from her and Ron. “Get that through your thick skull, and go back to Pansy. The bitch you always cheated on me with!”

“You said you loved me.” Draco said the words softly, bitterly, so quickly that Mae almost didn't catch it.

For a moment, it felt as though it were just the two of them, Draco and Mae, just as it should have been.

Mae stepped back, away from Draco, away from Ron. Her mouth twitched, her eyes grew wet, and she was at a loss for words. She turned then, and hurried out of the courtyard.

How dare he do this to her.

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jadedxrealityw · 4 years

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-Ice Skating Disaster- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Kody: I’m deadass running out of ideas, so request something for a DRaco x reader if you really want to.

Summary: After weeks of flirting, Draco asks you on a date which takes a turn for the worst, but ends sweet.

Warning: Draco being a soft boy, cursing,

House: Slytherin.

♡~🐍~♡

You still couldn’t believe it. Draco Malfoy had asked you out. After weeks of flirting you thought that was all it was gonna be, just flirting. Until he showed up at the dorm room looking like a nervous wreck. He pulled his hand from behind his back to reveal a basket of sweets and asked you on the spot if you’d like to go out with him.

You laughed at first because of his nervous behavior. Draco must of taken that as rejection because he turned around to leave. You grabbed his arm and said yes, which made his cocky grin return back to his face. He told you the time and place and left you to freak out in your room.

Now you were slipping on your black winter boots on your feet. He said to dress for the weather so you put on layers. The harsh winter ruined your chance of wearing a tight skimpy outfit for the blond Slytherin, but you would manage. Your outfit still looked really cute. After you laced your boots you headed out your dorm room to meet your date.

♡~🐍~♡

You walked down the halls of Hogwarts saying hi to a couple people you knew along the way to the courtyard. As soon as you left the warmth of the Hogwarts castle the piercing cold enveloped you, making you ears turn pink as well as your nose. You took a look around the courtyard to see Draco leaning against a tree. The sight brought a smile to your face and you walked over.

He hadn’t seen you yet, which you took advantage of. You walked behind the tree and crouched down to make a snowball quickly and quietly. You formed the ball in your hand and stood back up, peering behind the tree you threw the snowball at Draco. You ducked back behind as Draco let out a gasp “Who through that!” you held in your laugh as he walked from the tree and looked around.

He walked right past you and you hastily made another snowball. Hiding again and peering, you threw another one. This one hitting the back of his head. An angered expression came over him and he looked at all the other gathering students who were chatting in the courtyard “My father will here about this, you bloody menace!” you lost it and began to laugh, loudly. Draco snapped his head to the direction of the sound and slowly began to approach the tree.

You jokingly put your hands up as he spotted you, his expression softened “Very funny Y/n” he rolled his eyes in slight annoyance “I know, that’s why i did it” you sarcastically replied. It’s one of the things he liked about you, you weren’t afraid of him. Draco smirks at your response and holds out his hand “Let’s get going, shall we?” you smile and accept his hand into yours “We shall”

♡~🐍~♡

Draco led you away from Hogwarts and towards the black lake. You thought it was strange until you saw all the students ice skating then it hit you. “We’re ice skating?” “Indeed we are” Draco glances at you and notices your unsure expression “I thought it was a good idea, i apologize-” “No, it’s not that. I’ve just never ice skated before” you say sheepishly. Draco grins, tilting his head towards yours “Then all teach you, Y/n” you smile warmly despite the weather,

“Okay, then i’m happy to try then” Your response makes Draco nod as he leads you onto the ice. “I may have never done this, but i’m pretty sure you need skates-” as you talked Draco took his wand out and casted a spell at your feet and his. So you both had skates. You slipped instantly and Draco caught your arms “I probably should have warned you beforehand” “No, really?”

He helps you stand straight and grabs your hand “Follow my lead, okay?” he asked. You simply nodded and watch as he skated, you started to copy his footwork and soon enough you were skating next to each other. “Must of had a good teacher” Draco says cheekily and you roll your eyes, but decide to boost his ego “The best” he smiles at your answer.

♡~🐍~♡

After about 10 minutes of skating and chating you heard commotion from the a bit away “Ron, you can’t do the spell. Stop trying!” Harry shouted at his friend. You heard Draco scoff “Damn saint Potter and his friends” his tone was laced with anger. You squeezed his hand and smiled “They’re all the way over there. Will be fine” you reassure and he sighs, nodding. “Your right. I’m on a date with a beautiful girl. I don’t need to be worrying about what the golden trio is up to”

You felt your face flush at his words “But i can, watch!” Ron pointed his wand towards the nice “Reducto!” “Ron no!” Hermione shouted and pushed his arm. HIs spell hit the ice in front of you, causing a hole to break. You tried to stop yourself, but you slid and fell into the freezing cold water “Y/n!” Draco shouted as he went to pull you out.

You went to swim up, but the ice had already froze back up. Draco felt panic course through him as the Golden Trio runs towards the commotion. Hermione went over to where you were under the ice and casted the same spell “Reducto!” she quickly went over and pulled you out the water by your arms. Draco turns to Ron who looked guilty “I’ll kill you Weasley! Understand?! You come near her, i will kill you!-” “D-Draco..” Your weak voice broke him from his angry rant.

Draco rushed to you and dropped to your side, taking you from Hermione’s arms. Your head laid against his chest as he looked at Hermione “Thank you, Granger” he spoke lowly, so only she could hear. She gave him a short smile and stood up, grabbing Ron’s ear to drag him away as Harry followed along. “I-I’m cold” you said meekly “Let’s get you somewhere warm”

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You stepped out of Draco’s bathroom “Thanks for giving me something warm to wear” Draco had taken you to his dorm and let you take a warm shower. He gave you some of his clothes to wear which he knew would be a treat for his eyes. You were wearing a emerald green sweatshirt and black joggers. Draco turned away from the fireplace and looked at you.

He swore his heart started to beat a million times faster. “uh- no problem” You felt small under his gaze so much that it made you look away. He had also changed into a long sleeve shirt as well as black joggers. Draco broke from his gaze from you and went over to his bed, grabbing a blanket. He walks over to you and wraps the thick blanket around your shoulders.

You smile sheepishly as he leads you to the fireplace. He sits you on the sofa in front of it and takes a seat next to you. You feel the heat from the fire around your body making you hum. Draco smiles and wraps an arm around you, pulling slush against him. You lean into him and shut your eyes “I’m sorry” he spoke suddenly, you open your eyes and pull away to look at him “For what Draco?”

“I wanted this first date to be special and you almost drowned and/or froze to death” he said shaking his head, he looked annoyed with himself. Like it was somehow his fault that you fell into the black lake. “I wish i could take it back” he sighs “I don’t, who wants a normal first date? I for one enjoy the life threatening experience.” he smiles at your words “You really are something special Y/n” he spoke, turning his body to face yours.

You smile cheekily and lean in “Then kiss me like im special, Malfoy” he didn’t need to be told twice and immediately kissed you. You liked how forceful he was being and let yourself melt into his touch. He tilted his head to kiss you deeper, leaning into you more. Your stomach filled with butterflies as you fell back onto the sofa, pulling him with you. He pulls away and smiles triumphantly. “You look good under me, we should make that a regular thing” he teases, making you laugh quietly “Good, i better be the only one” you reply and he smiles, nodding his head.

”You definitely are”

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Kody: This was wholesome as hell. Anyway, my requests are open.

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Umbrageous Part 4

Pairing: Hange x Reader, Eren x Reader, Erwin x Reader (soon to be Levi x Reader)

Summary: Erwin is out and leaves you under Eren’s watchful eye to keep you out of trouble but when he gets called into the office on a Saturday what is a girl to do to entertain herself while plotting her next move of her office conquest

Content Warnings: Step dad! Erwin, alcoholism mention, size kink, cheating, pseudoincest

This chapter is the longest yet but I decided not to break it up for cohesiveness (if its to hard to read I may break it up if I get that request)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

You were laying in bed wrapped under the covers when you felt a hand touch your foot, Erwin you assume. A smile spreads across your face even while it's buried into the pillow, you feel happy knowing Erwin couldn't resist you so badly he was sneaking into your room while your mother slept off her hangover upstairs. But it's still only 7am and you're tired so you just tug open the covers as an invitation to slide in next to you. Instead of feeling a warm Erwin sliding in next to you to wrap you up in his big arms you're jolted as someone jumps into the bed and a nose starts to nuzzle behind your ear and under your jaw. “Eren”??? You exclaim as you sit up in bed looking bewildered that somehow this boy had gotten into your room. He’s laying down, head propped up on one hand, his elbow digging into the pillow next to yours. “Your dad told me to come and wake you” he says smiling ear to ear “uhh what are you doing here? On a saturday?” you reply still confused as to why he’s here. His eyebrows raised a little, seeming almost a little hurt that you seemed more confused than excited, the poor boy was so down bad for you at times you almost felt a little bad that he was a pawn in your deprived incestous game. “Mr.Smith told me he had an event to go to today and that I should come hand out to keep you company today, he’s making breakfast downstairs”. You place a hand onto his cheek rubbing your thumb in circles in an attempt to placate the saddened look on his face. It works and his smile returns and he takes your hand in his “let's go downstairs”.

Erwin is at the stove wearing a white tee shirt and his old plaid pajama bottoms, so simple and yet he looks oh so handsome especially when he turns around and smiles “Thanks for getting y/n out of bed Eren”. You both take a seat at the table Erwin places plates of pancakes in front of you and Eren and the dark haired boy slides his hand onto your thigh. “So are you and mom going out tonight or something” you say, still confused as to why Erwin would have invited the “Jaeger boy” into your house and then sending him into your bedroom. Erwin now sits down with the two of you at the table “Yes we have an engagement for her work this evening but we’ll be leaving soon. I figured your friend Eren here could keep you company while we're gone. Keep you out of trouble” He says with a wink. “I'll do my best Mr.Smith” Eren says mouth full, he’s lucky he’s hot otherwise that would have been utterly repulsive.

A few hours later and your mom and Erwin had left, they were probably going to be staying the night at some Inn since the event was so far away but Erwin had made sure to tell Eren that while he was to keep you company today he shouldn't be staying the night and that he’d be checking in. You and Eren were sitting on your bed, you laying down feet propped up against the headboard scrolling through your phone ignoring a text from Jean asking how you were doing over break and asking if you wanted to hang out once the break ended and that he missed you.. Like he missed his other friends of course (him trying to cover up his feelings only making them more obvious. Eren is sitting at the foot of the bed rattling off things that you could be doing. He wanted to prove to you that he could show you a good time, hopeful that after you both went back to school that you’d still want to see him. You two had been at the same campus this past year and you had never even known he existed; he worried about how easy it would be to forget him after the winter break ended. “Well we could go sledding? I have some old ones back at my place and there's this hill right in town I think that will be fun? Would you think that would be fun?” Eren was rambling when suddenly his phone went off and his eyes went wide “Mr.Ackermen? No it's okay, yeah I can help. Uh actually I was supposed to watch Mr.Smith's daughter today can I bring her? Oh really? Okay I guess that works out” he hangs up the phone. The words coming out of his mouth are so fast they almost blur together “Uhh y/n Im really sorry but Mr.Ackerman’s client had a problem come up and I know it's saturday but I have to come in a help but also the client is there and they're pretty cool i've met them so do you want to come with me? You could hang out with Hange or something. I'm sorry” he looks so nervous that you're about to get mad or upset but his face relaxes as you turn your head and just say “sure” right as you send a text saying the exact same thing to Jean.

It feels strange being back at the office on a saturday the normal bustle of people gone but also you were excited this felt like a way to get your foot in the door or zipper? Of Mr.Ackermans pants. You still knew that this would be the best way to get under Erwin’s skin and force his hand, but you hoped you could do it without Eren finding out it would break the poor boy's heart and he was a pretty good lay in the meantime besides you’ve never even seen Mr.Ackerman for all you knew he was an ugly old guy. You werent even sure if he’d be someone you could tolerate fucking for pure revenge yet.

But that fear was quelled when you saw him, surprised a little by his height he was tiny and you’d have to look down to meet his eye but he was beautiful. His undercut raven hair makes his stealy eyes look exceptionally blue. He was so perfect and little it was almost like he was a doll. And you were surprised at yourself, you mean you had laughed at the jokes about short guys before using the word “manlet” but you couldn't help but notice the tingling in between your thighs thinking about how hot it would be to be towering over him tilting up his perfect little chin to look you in the eyes as you pinned him down with your thighs.

“Eren, when you said you had to watch someone I figured it be a child” Mr.Ackerman said raising an eyebrow

“Yeah well my dad seems to think I’m one” you replied, voice dripping with sarcasm. The corners of Mr.Ackerman’s lips lifted and he let out a small chuckle “I’m Levi, you dad's business partner” he says extending his hand. You give it a slight squeeze to his hand shake admiring how delicate his hands were. “Im y/n it’s nice to finally meet you”. Eren steps out from behind you “So does this mean I can call you Levi now?” Eren chimes in “No” Levi replys rather flatly. It looks like he’s about to say something else when suddenly you see someone emerge from Levi’s office “Leeeeviiii is that your little friend whos here to help? Oh Eren it's nice to see you again!” you're a little surprised how this stranger is also very attractive, you were so used to messing with boys that you were a little caught off guard by just how attractive this feminine presenting person was. What the fuck was in the water in this town. Instead of walking around the couch that was placed by the office door they clamored over it, Levi wincing as their feet touched the cushions. “Hi, I’m y/n” you say extending your hand the stranger grabs it with both of their hands “I'm Hange Zoe, it's nice to meet you” they say with the most endearing smile. “Hange I told you to keep your goddamn feet off my couch!” Levi exclaims, still holding onto your hands Hange replies ``oh relax, you're so uptight I know you’d make everyone take their shoes off in here if you could”.

“Absolutely I would. Eren we have work to do, Hange try not to bore y/n to death” Levi says before closing the office door behind him. Hange pulls you back onto the cough they had previously just climbed over and asked you how you felt about science. “I like it, I'm actually majoring in biology right now” you say Hange’s eyes light up. They tell you about how they owned a small biotech company that was undergoing a merger and that was what brought them to Levi and Erwin’s business. They went on for a few hours about the intricacies of what they did when suddenly they stopped noticing you staring “Im sorry am I boring you? I’m told I have a habit of droning on” they say apologetic looks in their eyes. “No you're not boring me, I just noticed how beautiful your eyes are”. That's when they invited you back to their hotel, you had both been there so long, Eren and Levi were still working and it would be a while so why not? They popped in to tell the men they’d be giving you a ride home and that when you found yourself sitting on a queen sized bed drink in hand when Hange tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’ve never done this before, had sex with someone who’s not a man” you say shly Hange is kissing up your neck when they make it to your ear they whisper “youre a scientist” they nip at your earlobe “consider it a sort of experiment” they kiss you tasting sweet tang of their drink on your mouth. You bite your bottom lip sliding your hand up their thighs “will you teach me?” Hange bends down to kiss your ribs over your shirt their hands starting to move towards the button of your jeans when you place your hands over their harms running them up till you meet their jaw and pull their face back up to meet yours “you first” you mutter before dropping to your knees your head now between theirs. Your fingers make quick work of Hange’s button down and when you get to their chest you notice they weren't wearing a bra under their shirt. You kiss by their navel dragging your tongue up till you reach their nipple swirling your tongue around it before latching your lips to it. With how soft they felt in your hand and the way they moaned, threw their head back and gripped at the bed sheet you could feel your own panties getting soaked. You start to move your head back down kissing along their stomach until you get to their waistband you look up at Hange while your delicate fingers start to unbutton their slacks ``you're going to tell me what to do right?” their hand brushes your hair back, their fingers massaging through your scalp “of course my dear”.

Hange’s hands are pressed to both sides of your face “hhmm thats it, keep circling just like that” you have 2 fingers inside their tight cunt moving in and out making sure to use your knuckles to hit that sweet spot at the top just like Erwin does for you. You keep your pointed tongue moving in quick circles around their clit pausing every few strokes to wrap your lips around it and suck, until finally the fist your hair in their hands as you feel them start to clench around your fingers “good girl, now your turn”. They take your arms pulling you up as they lay down bringing your core right above their mouth kissing your slit over your panties hand running down your thigh, trailing their finger down the crease of your thigh and and core until they reach around the fabric pulling it to the side before dipping their tongue inside you. Your thighs squeeze around Hange’s face as they drag their tongue out of you and up around your clit. Fingers starting to run up your body making their way to your bra. Instead of unclasping it they pull down the cups letting your breasts spill out, fingers tweaking your nipples. It's all too much as you reach back to undo the rest of the bra you feel yourself getting closer as their tongue is back and forward from your dripping slit to your clit and you throw your head back in ecstasy as you ride out your orgasm on their thick tongue.

Laying back in bed Hange has their hands folded behind their head while your sitting cross legged blankets are pulled up to your wrist but your chest is still bare “hey Hange this may not be the best time for this.. But uh is that Levi guy single?” you say playing with fabric between your two fingers too embarrassed to look at the person who just fucked you into oblivion about another. A smile breaks across Hange’s face as they sit up and prop their head up under their fist “Levi?? You're interested really?” you look over at them trying to contain the nervous smile you feel tugging at your lips “yeah I think I am”. They laugh “That little hardass he seems tough but I know he’s lonely he’d appreciate attention from someone as delectable as you”, they tilt their head to the side “I'll introduce you to him again, I know how to warm him up”

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angstysebfan · 4 years

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Choices - Chapter 8

Pairing: Steve X Reader, Bucky Reader (not Stucky)

Summary: You fall in love with a super soldier, but after a decision that leaves you heartbroken you find yourself needing to decide where your heart truly lies.

Warnings: Depression, nightmares, wishing for death

It’s been three weeks since Bucky whisked you away from the compound. You are still having bad nightmares, but you are not sleeping the day away anymore. Bucky has had to force you eat most of the time, because you do not have much of an appetite.

You have kept to yourself since your conversation with Bucky about wishing he would have left you. As hard as it is, Bucky has allowed you to take everything at your pace. There are times you want him near you, and times when you want to be alone.

You have started to sit on the shore of the lake, looking out into the quiet still water, allowing your thoughts to overcome you. How easy it would be to just end everything and take the pain away. You are so tired of being in pain, and yet you don’t know why you are feeling such pain.

Bucky makes sure he is somewhere close by, not trusting you wouldn’t hurt yourself, but you just stay seated, staring off. He loves the times when you want him near, as you normally cuddle in his lap, nuzzling into his neck. He knows you have no idea how much that contact affects him, and he makes sure to keep his composure and just be there for you.

One day, you are both sitting on the edge of the lake, looking out to the other side, where all you see is woods. “It’s so quiet here. It makes my thoughts louder.” you say quietly, as you snuggle closer into Bucky’s chest. Bucky continues to stroke your hair as you speak.

“Did you want to go somewhere else? You know I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” he says. You sigh, “No. I think I need to hear my thoughts, so I can move on. I honestly don’t know why I feel the pain I do. It’s not like Steve and I were together for years, it was only a few months. I knew he had feelings for Sharon, and I knew that they were doing things behind my back when she returned. I turned a blind eye because I didn’t want to lose him... isn’t that stupid?” you say.

Bucky shifts in the lounger chair and wraps his arms tightly around you. “Just because you didn’t date him for years, doesn’t make this harder. You trusted him, and loved him. Not only has be betrayed your trust, but he was going to allow you to die. You deserve so much better than him.” Bucky says, before kissing the top of your head.

“Why are you so good to me, Bucky? You have always been there for me, and taken care of me. What did I do to deserve you in my life?” you say looking up at him. He gives you a small smile, “I think I should be asking that question, doll. You... you accepted me when you first came to the compound, no questions asked. Most people are scared of me or treat me like I am about to break. You never did. You were like a breath of fresh air, and I think I have improved even more since you came into my life.”

You look at Bucky in shock and then in awe. He always knows how to say the right things, and always did. He was always by your side, no matter what happened. You felt some fluttering in your stomach as you looked into his eyes, but immediately pushed that down. You’re no where near ready to think about Bucky more than friend.

You nuzzled back into his chest and suddenly felt very tired. you felt yourself sinking further into Bucky’s embrace as sleep overtook you. Bucky looked down and saw you asleep and brushed some hair from your face. He thought about how much you better you got over the last few weeks, but knew it was still a long way to go.

It was another two weeks later when there was a knock on the door of the cabin. Bucky was in the shower, so you answered it, though you wish you didn’t. Your breath got caught in your throat at the site of Steve standing on the porch. “Y/N,” he said. You felt your lungs starts to close and the panic starting to rise, though Steve seemed to not notice.

“I was hoping you and I could talk for a moment. There is so many things I want to say, and I am sure you want to say back. Can... Can I come in?” he asks quietly. You step back, trying to compose yourself. You walk quickly into the kitchen and grab some water, hoping that will help. Steve sat at the counter, again oblivious to the thoughts and feelings running through your mind.

“Look, I am sure you hate me, and honestly I don’t blame you. I messed up, big time, and I want to apologize for what happened on that mission. I can’t tell you what was going through my head, but I am sorry you got hurt, and are still suffering. How are you doing?” he asks concerned.

You look to the staircase when you hear Bucky’s footsteps coming down, relief coming to you immediately, but not enough for you to breath. “Hey Y/N/N.. do you want... Steve? What the fuck are you doing here?” Bucky says angrily. You step over to Bucky, who immediately wraps a protective arm around you. Steve sees this and his face hardens.

“I came to speak to Y/N, since I have a lot of apologies to give to her.” Steve says. Bucky looks at you and sees the panic in your eyes, “Y/N, go up to your room, okay? I will take care of this and I will let you know when he is gone,” he whispers in your ear. You nod and immediately leave the room.

“Buck, I mean no harm here. I really just wanted to apologize to her, and hopefully help her heal.” Steve says annoyed. Bucky walks up to Steve and punches him in the jaw. Steve falls to the floor with a groan, “Seriously? Bucky, come on! You’re my best friend, and I know what I did was dumb, but I am trying to make it right!” Steve yelled getting up.

“Make it right?! Please, you are trying to relieve yourself of guilt, nothing more. Tell me, are you and Sharon together right now?” Bucky asks. Steve sighs and looks at the ground, giving Bucky all the answer he needed. “Y/N is trying to heal not only from the poison that almost killed her, thanks to you, but also from the trauma of the man she loves allowing her to die for someone else. She has made so much progress, and you being here might set her back, so tell me, pal, why are you really here?” Bucky again asks stepping closer to Steve.

“Yes, I have guilt but I do care about Y/N! I want to apologize, whether she forgives me or not, she needs to know that I didn’t mean to hurt her and I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Steve says. Bucky just looks at him with an emotionless expression, “I’ll give her the message, now leave and don’t come back here,” Bucky says walking to the door.

Steve’s face hardens again, “How long have you been in love with my girlfriend, huh? Stop acting like you are doing all of this because you want her to feel better, when we both know you are trying to win her heart too.” Steve says. Bucky grabs Steve by the throat his his metal hand and drags him outside onto the porch.

“Yes, I love her, and it’s because I love her that I saved her life. But everything I am doing now is to help her get better after you destroyed her. She wanted to die, Steve!” Bucky yelled, making Steve pale. “Whether or not she develops feelings for me doesn’t matter, as long as she gets better. I love her enough to let her go if I have to.” Bucky says before releasing Steve.

Steve sits on the stairs of the porch and puts his head in his hands. “Buck, I... I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I almost killed her, I destroyed her, she wants to die because of me! When did I become this... this monster that doesn’t care about anyone else but himself?” Steve says emotionally.

Bucky looks at Steve, “I wish I knew when you changed, cause I would have beat this guy out of you sooner.” he says. Steve sniffs before standing and looks at Bucky with sad eyes, “I’m sorry about what I said, I know that if anyone can lead her from the darkness, it’s you. And I am sorry about just showing up, the guilt was just eating me and I was selfish for coming here without making sure it was okay. And please tell her, it’s okay if she never forgives me, but I am sorry about... everything.” Steve says before turning and walking away.

Bucky watches until Steve disappears and then runs into the house and up into your room. You are lying on your bed, tears falling down your face. He quickly wraps his arms around you, “It’s okay, he’s gone. I’m not going to let him come back and hurt you okay?” he whispers into the top of your head. You wrap your arms around his torso and look up at him. “Thank you Bucky.” you say with a small smile.

Bucky kisses your forehead, “Anytime, you know that. I’ll always be here for you, anytime.”

Chapter 7 / Chapter 9

Oh Steve, you should have stayed away. Lucky Bucky didn’t go Winter Soldier on you, but doesn’t mean he won’t next time. And Bucky again being the rock the reader needs. Feedback is appreciated.

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