#bears in trees my mutuals bears in trees if you’re seeing this. hi

[catgirlkirigiri]

I feel like I don’t post enough bears in trees propaganda here. Bears in trees looked at the emo kids who grew up too fast and said on god we’re gonna get you some songs about getting better and being loved and the importance of friendship. And they were right

#bears in trees my mutuals bears in trees if you’re seeing this. hi #zoracontent #bears in trees

[sminiac]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WHINY RIWOO WITH DRY HUMPING I BEG. IT CAN START WITH THEM LIKE PLAY FIGHTING BEING CUTE BUT THEN. YEAH. I read one with riize sohee and.. It was LIFE changing 👁

⋆ Lee Sanghyeok + Reader

Contains! — Smut focused, dry humping, MDNI.

Note — As soon as you mentioned Sohee w this I was like “Thea!!!😧☝️” bc IT REALLY WAS LIFE CHANGING, ugh I love my mutuals, I <3 @kissohee. But I gotchu! Although, I will switch it up so it doesn’t seem very copy paste, it wouldn’t feel right to me, here’s the fic w Sohee that was mentioned <3

You knew they’d do good, they always did, and Riwoo was one out of the six who certainly knew that they had executed their performance quite perfectly.

The adrenaline rush still buzzes within him as he comes bursting back into the waiting room, walking like the sun had found its place of eternal peace under the thick of his skin. His confidence glowed from within, beaming in contentment as he falls into your chest with an eruption of happy giggles, basking you in his warmth, saying breathlessly against you that he had fun, so much fun, and that it didn’t even feel like he was running on merely a few hours of sleep as your fingers scratched against the nape of his neck, sweat dripping from his hair and down the surface of his skin, it reminded you of the way water shakes off of pine trees after a long shower from the clouds above.

You couldn’t deny how pretty he looks like this despite the cemented fact that the two of you were strictly platonic, only best friends, but something foreign stirred up inside of you seeing the way he still struggles to catch his breath, his heart beating so fast that you can feel it through the layers of clothing between the two of you.

“You looked really hot on stage.” you say simply, watching the way your fingers thread through the few inches of his blonde hair. “Yeah, it was really warm, I don’t think I’ve ever produced this much sweat from performing before.”

You struggle to bite back a laugh at his clueless response, a little warm in the face from his unknowingness to the existing layers of your words. “I bet, I can feel it soaking through your clothes, how’re you on top of me if you’re so warm?” Your finger pokes gently into his cheek.

“Shhh!” He musters as he lets his hands out from bearing his weight, his cheek smushed against your shoulder as he settles further into you. “I’d prefer for my pillows not to yap in my ear when I’m trying to sleep, thanks.”

Your palm gently pats against the back of his head, imitating a smack that makes him jump, you’re too busy whining about how he needs to get off of you that the fact his semi-hard cock just dug into your thigh goes unnoticed. “You’re lucky I’m so nice to you, y’know? Bratty boy.”

He makes a small ‘Mmmph’ sound in disagreement, his hips lifting and then falling back into you. Right now it seems that you’re the clueless one after dismissing the movement as a way to annoy you, and not that he’s secretly rolling his own high into play.

“I’m so nice to you, Riwoo. Sometimes I think I show you a little too much leniency, even when you do deserve it.” There’s an airy laugh to your tone, “No matter how rare that is.” and his ears know that you’re merely just joking around, you know- like you always do, it’s how you you are, but something about it is simultaneously making his hips shift against your leg, his breaths so heavy that they start exiting through his mouth in quiet pants.

“Please-” he squeaks, his hands fisting at your top desperately, he tries to keep himself from grinding into you fully with the heft and longevity that has his mouth watering, it’s not right, but fuck does it already feel so good.

“What? What’re you doing?”

“Hhngh- why d’you, fuck-! Have t’be so soft.” He’s taken under by the slightest lick of pleasure, so much so that his own embarrassment is far from the surface, and he’s not willing to pull himself out of it anytime soon. “Riwoo, can you…” the pre that sinks into his briefs coaxes him to keep going, rocking faster, harder against your leg, but the pleasure only comes to a certain point before fizzling out again, he doesn’t have enough firmness to make him breach the minor setback but he’s too stupid to come up with a solution for himself. “Honey please, I just need to you-”

He isn’t listening, his hips are frantic, eager, a little too much for your liking. “slow down.” You pull your leg away, out from under him.

He looks up at you with a quivering lip, such a sweet docile thing, his wide glossy eyes blinking up at you, the fear starting to sink in once he’s able to focus back on the actuality of the moment. He was just pathetically humping your leg. You, his bestfriend, his awfully pretty bestfriend who has a habit of calling him ‘honey’.

“Sorry, s-sorry. Fuck! Oh my god, Y/n I’m really sorry.” His head starts shaking side-to-side, a look of pure disbelief on his face as tears start swelling against the bottom lid of his eye, they fall heavy with every blink, the smoked out mix of warm browns around his aegyosal smearing down his face, leaving an existing trail that makes the entire act so much more lucid.

“You need to chill out,” you chuckle whilst leaning into him, he’s frighteningly still as you press a tender kiss against the mole under his eye. “I just wanted to move, make it feel better for you, you probably won’t be able to cum like this, hm?”

You look so beautiful, he swears you’re an angel, especially with that damn proclivity for being so concerned about others before yourself. He nods his head, agreeing, you’re right- how are you so right all of the time? The words, the way you use them, he’s never heard such explicit language come from your mouth before in any amount of sincerity that they’re soaked in now, but god does he want to kiss you because of it. “Tell me,” you beckon, your eyelashes are so pretty, has he told you that before? Especially the way your head tilts to the side, the angle makes them look more wispy as you blink around at his features, your fingers gently moving the ends of his hair out of the way.

You touch him like he’s always been yours to touch, and right now he’s never been more sure of wanting to always be just yours.

“Can’t- you’re right, you are. I-I bet I could, make do with what I have, don’t need anything else- whatever you give me, ‘s more than good enough.” His sniffles break through his words, the sound of his voice so quiet, shy, hiding in the back of his throat that it makes it crack.

“Trade spots with me, will you?”

He nods quickly, he will, of course he will, he’ll do anything you ask of him. He wastes no time pushing himself back onto his calves, watching as you stand up from the couch and instruct him to lay on his back, claiming your spot.

“Comfy?” You ask, leaning over him, pushing his hair back from his forehead, it pokes out between the crack of your fingers as he nods, eyes closing as you place a warm kiss against his forehead. “Good. Sweet boy, bein’ so good for me.”

Sweet boy, he’s never heard that one before, it has the exact same effect that your usual pet name has on him, he knows because it makes his shoulder ache. A whimper bubbles from his lips, you can feel the way he squirms under you, it has your hips moving to rest directly over his dick that’s straining heavy, wet in his pants. The sensation is warm, really warm, and… damp? Your hand drags down, thumb swiping over the area a few times as Riwoo’s fighting back a long pitchy moan from escaping so bad that it hurts, curiously you inch back, seeing a darker patch of black along the seam of his slacks, his pre had enough time to completely soak through, added the copious amount it was enough to breach through the thick of your pants.

The moisture makes the fabric feel almost thinner, or maybe it’s the way it’s conformed to the shape of his head that makes the drag of your pussy over it feel even more distinct as you move back, unwilling to waste time, to let even a second of seeing him like this slip from your grasp you resume grinding against him.

“Please- fuck! Y/n- pleasepleaseplease!” He whimpers quickly, unabashedly rocking his hips up in time with yours, his left hand has a firm grip on your thigh that keeps you close, his other rests against his cheek, index finger caught between his teeth as he rocks into you. “Wanna cum, jus’ wanna cum- make a mess f’you, only you- shit! Plea-”

His legs help him punch up into you, unexpectedly spilling in his pants, you watch whilst catching your breath at the way he shudders back down into the cushions under him, his mouth wide open, drool pooling behind his teeth and leaking out of the corners of his lips, a long drawn out whine pulling from his chest, a fuzzy dazed expression on his face, filling out his brain.

“You really do know how to make a mess.” You tease, hands running soothingly up and down his chest.

“I don’t think I’ve ever came like that before… are we- are we still only friends if you made me cum that hard that fast?”

#bndbysai #not proofread #I usually do that the following day neway #I’ll make this more coherent tmr #THIS WAS FUN #I hope it’s alright at least #boynextdoor riwoo #boynextdoor smut #boynextdoor x reader #lee sanghyeok #lee sanghyeok x reader #lee sanghyeok smut #bnd riwoo #bnd riwoo x reader #bnd hard hours #bnd x reader #bnd smut #bnd imagines #bnd #riwoo #riwoo x reader #lee riwoo #riwoo smut

[sorrowfulrosebud]

Hello my lovely mutual! I've always loved your bear!Bakugou idea. I would like to donate some thoughts on it. What if reader is out taking a walk in the forest, and gets their leg stuck in a bear trap. Bear!bakugou rushes out of the nearby tree he was climbing when he heard your scream to see what's wrong.

Or!

Bear! Bakugou comes back home one day with a big pout and is covered in swollen bee stings. When you ask what happened, he mumbles something about "just wanting some fucking honey but those damn bees got in the way" while you out some bee sting salve on the many bumps on his skin

USHEJFHEHEJJEHTE SCREAMING AT POUTY BAKUGOU WIWIRJHTHTBEJEIRFHTBTB I’M GONNA HAVE TO DO TWO PARTS BC I LOVE THIS SO MUCH

Genre: kinda angsty? Idk I saw this and SPRINTED

Content: in which Katsuki got too pouty waiting for you to go to the farmer’s market and tried getting honey his own way

The sun was nestling itself comfortably over the horizon of your little wooden cabin, tucked quietly amongst the trees and shrubbery. Katsuki had definitely made himself at home, with the ever growing pile of fur he shed around the home, to the distinctly empty jars of honey in your pantry.

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“Oi, where’s the fuckin’ honey! Got the damn cravings for tea again,” Katsuki grumbled noisily into the pantry’s cupboard.

You hummed in thought.

“Hmm, maybe try the top shelf? I haven’t had honey in anything for a while, so you must have had it last,” you called back, immersing yourself back into your TV show.

Katsuki rolled his eyes and searched even harder for his jar of delicious, golden gooey-ness. His heart all but fell out his mouth before letting out an annoyed yell.

“ARGH, DAMNIT!”

The yell shocked you, causing you to jump loudly at the noise and fall flat on your ass. Katsuki emerged into your shared living room INCREDIBLY pissed, poofy ears twitching in irritation. He paced for a solid 2 minutes, letting out the occasional huff and staring at you.

You stared back at him.

“Can I help you?” You sarcastically asked him. Katsuki grunted in annoyance.

“Honey.”

“Um. Yes dear?” You tried. Katsuki went bright pink at the suggestion and donned a face of anger.

“No you moron! We’re out of honey, and I’m fuckin’ cravin’ it!” He rumbled. You let out an “oh”.

“Well, I suppose we can go to the shop and get some, I think we’re low on milk and bread too,” you suggested. Katsuki let out an irritated sigh.

“You know I hate that cheap fuckin’ shit from the store! I want the good stuff from the farmer’s market!” He borderline fucking whined. Never in the year of living with him had he whined over something as trivial as a jar of honey! You sat up to face him properly.

“Katsuki. It’s Sunday. The farmer’s market isn’t until Wednesday, you know this! You seriously can’t have ate so much honey that we need another jar already!” You exclaimed in shock.

“Hey, it’s winter coming up! You know that I have to eat lots for my hibernation, can’t help what I’m fuckin’ craving!” He snapped back.

You side-eyed him before nestling back into the couch.

“Well, it’s either you can come with me to the shop if you’re so desperate for a jar, or you can wait until Wednesday for the market,” you told him.

Katsuki let out an angry yell before stomping outside, into the woods. You watched him curiously before letting out a sigh. It wasn’t uncommon for Katsuki to wander about the woods.

You just hoped he had common sense to avoid the hunters.

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The sun was setting, and Katsuki was nowhere to be seen. It had been at least 6 hours since you had seen or heard from him, and the phone that you had gotten him was in his bedroom.

You paced with worry. Sure, he would storm out but he would at least be back before sundown. Maybe you should go have a loo-

The thick wooden door creaked open. Your head snapped to the sound before the angry grunts and pained snarls filled the air.

“Katsuki are you o-“ you stopped in shock.

Katsuki’s face was all swollen, multiple stings all over his face and hands. Even his poor little ears had been stung.

“Katsuki, what the fuck happened?!” You exclaimed. Katsuki only pouted.

“Just wanted some fuckin’ honey, but the damn bees got in the way,” he snarled lowly. You stared at him for a few seconds.

.

…

…..

All before you fell on your ass, giggling away.

“HEY, DON’T FUCKIN’ LAUGH! IT HURTS YOU KNOW!” He screamed back.

“I’M SORRY BUT I I-SKEJJDJDFJF,” you howled with laughter as Katsuki growled at you.

“DAMNIT! QUIT FUCKIN’ LAUGHING YOU ASSHOLE- OUCH!” Katsuki yelled and looked away, hiding his wince.

You settled down pretty quickly before a look of worry overtook your features.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. Can I help you with the stings? I promise I’ll be gentle,” you promised. Katsuki huffed.

“Hmph. Fine.”

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The next three hours consisted of you plucking out the stingers from his wounds as he growled in pain and occasionally whimpered (not that you let on that you heard him). After the entire ordeal was done and Katsuki was bandaged up, you offered to cuddle him on the couch.

“Ugh, fine. You’re lucky it’s near my hibernation time, else I wouldn’t be feeling’ so damn tired,” he muttered as he got comfortable on the couch.

You just smiled and snuggled back in to him.

#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bear bakugou #bear hybrid Bakugou #he’s so cute and stinky #such an impatient motherfucker but I love him

[mommy-medusa]

All of a sudden, the grove lit up in a flash of golden light. Apollo was standing there, a look of panic on his face.

“You’re needed on Olympos,” he said to Artemis, his expression grave. “It’s Athena.”

No other words were spoken as the twins both vanished from the grove, leaving Teddi and the other huntresses behind in confusion.

It wasn’t until much later that they returned, when the sun had already left the sky. The huntresses were already tucked up in their burrows, and the grove was near silent.

“I swear, at this point, he’s doing this just to spite her,” Artemis said, her voice the growl of a bear in the dead of night.

Smiling ruefully at her side, Apollo said, “No, yeah, that is exactly what he’s doing. A few months back, she finally came outside again, and he loudly made some snide comment that had her turning around and marching right back inside before she even left her courtyard.” He took a moment to try and smooth out his chiton, which was torn up around the edges and looked slightly singed. Artemis’ clothing was the same. Both twins smelled strongly of lightning, too.

When Apollo failed to fix his clothes, he dropped his hands and sighed. “I just can’t believe he brought up Pallas.”

Artemis nodded with a grimace. “And what he said about her maidenhood?” Deep disgust flashed across her features, and Apollo set a comforting hand on her shoulder.

“We should have let her maul him,” Artemis said mournfully.

“Agreed,” Apollo said.

The twins shared a moment of silence before Apollo took a step back. “Well. I better go check on the damage done. See if I can treat ‘Thena’s burns before she goes back into hibernation. And if she’s already in her sadness coma, then I’ll just do it while she’s asleep. If anything, it’s easier that way.”

“Need any help?” Artemis asked.

Apollo shook his head, waving a dismissive hand. “No, I’ve got her. Hera already offered to aid me.”

Artemis’ eyebrows raised in surprise. “Look at you two.”

“I know right? We shall bond over our mutual concern for the owlet.” He smiled softly. “Goodnight, my starry night.”

“Goodnight, my sunny day. If you need me, call upon me again.”

“I will.”

After bumping his forehead with Artemis’, Apollo disappeared in a flash of light.

The moment he was gone, Artemis released a large sigh. She rubbed a tired hand over her face sluggishly.

“You can come out now,” she said. “I know you’re listening.”

Teddi’s head, along with several others, popped out of the hollows in the great tree. Artemis turned to all of them, smiling slightly.

“I can’t possibly blame any of you,” she said. “Is there anything more interesting than the divine drama of the gods? I’m afraid that’s all for tonight, though.”

The audience mostly dispersed, but Teddi climbed down from her hollow to confront Artemis.

“You were talking of Athena?” she asked.

“Indeed,” Artemis answered.

“Is she…alright?”

To that, Artemis hesitated. Then, she beckoned Teddi to follow her away from the prying ears of the huntresses, and Teddi did. Chrysaor flapped after them, while Pegasus remained soundly asleep.

“I don’t know how to answer that, but my best guess is no, she is not alright,” Artemis finally said. “She has not been close to ‘alright’ in quite some time. I haven’t seen her this distraught since Pallas died.”

“Pallas?” Teddi tilted her head.

“Oh, you don’t know? Then again, I’m not surprised that it’s been buried in obscurity. It’s a rather tragic tale,” Artemis said. “Pallas was the daughter of Triton, who was the son of Poseidon, and was Athena’s greatest and closest friend. Those two were like Apollo and I—they practically kin. The Athena with Pallas was much different than the Athena we have now. She was less stressed, less stoic, less—and I mean this in the nicest way possible—uptight. But she was also still very young, even when she was born fully grown. By all accounts, she was a child—or as close to a child she could be considering, again, she was born a fully grown adult. She was an owlet, if you will, as Apollo and I affectionately refer to her as.” She paused for just a moment. “Ah. Do not— do not call her that to her face. She will probably smite you. But Pallas was her childhood friend.” She then laughed as she seemed to recall something. “She couldn’t walk when she was first born.”

“What?” Teddi said.

“You didn’t hear this from me,” Artemis said, “But after springing out from Zeus’ head, donned in full war gear and wielding a spear, she took a long look at all the gods gathered around her, very regal and mature, took one step forward, and WHOMP, fell flat on her face.”

Teddi couldn’t contain her giggles. “Really?”

Laughing, too, Artemis said, “Really! Just picture a baby horse trying to walk for the first time- that was Athena for at least an hour after she was born. Apparently, the heads of baby owls are too heavy for them to hold up, so, naturally, Ares, Apollo, and I kept making jokes about that. All that wisdom was just too heavy for Athena.” She tapped her temple with a chuckle.

“Wait,” Teddi said. “You were around when Athena was born?”

Artemis gave her a confused look. “Yes?”

“Oh,” Teddi said. “I always assumed that—”

“She was the oldest?” Artemis finished, and Teddi nodded. She chuckled again. “I don’t blame you for thinking that. She certainly asserts herself like she is the eldest of our kin. But no, she isn’t. The little owl is actually the third youngest out of the main lot of us, if you will believe it. She’s only older than Hermes and Dionysus. You have no idea how many ‘I cannot believe you are all older than me’ comments I have had to endure from her.” She then waved a hand. “But I’m getting off topic! Back to the matter at hand, Pallas was Athena’s greatest friend, and the two of them were trained in combat by Triton. They were raised beside each other, as close as sisters. And then, without warning, tragedy struck. Pallas was killed at Athena’s hand in an accident during an athletics festival. Stabbed through the stomach with a spear. Athena remained on this beach for several days until Hestia and Demeter, our aunts, came to retrieve her, and they found the same spear impaled through her stomach, like she had tried to make away with herself. When she was brought back to Olympos by the two of them, her gut gouged open and spilling ichor everywhere, Zeus just— he just sneered at her. As though he was more concerned with the pavilion getting dirty from her gore rather than his own daughter being badly injured. And he said, where everyone could hear, that she was acting like a child. He humiliated her. And I suppose Athena took his words to heart because, after she had recovered, she was different. Steely, jaded, calm. Whatever playfulness she had was now locked up somewhere inside of her. And Zeus was so pleased. He now had the perfect dog to lick all over his boots. I’m sure you’ve heard that Athena is his favorite out of all his kids?” When Teddi nodded, Artemis went on, “I do not envy Athena’s status. I would rather live in the shadows than stand in the light if it’s Zeus who casts such a glow. And yet, somehow, with Zeus’ spotlight constantly shining down on her, she’s become a shadow herself. She is constantly thinking, planning, scheming. All of us are, in some way, but she is the only one who acts on it. She is the only one who is constantly at work. She is the only one who takes the consequences. She barely ever stops to rest, and there are times where I don’t see her for an entire year because she’s rushing around all of Greece, aiding mortals in any way she can. And that’s—” She sighed, rubbing her forehead with two fingers, and Teddi could tell this was something she had discussed several times before. “That’s fine. Really, it is. If she finds joy in helping mortals, then who am I to tell her that it’s wrong? The thing is, I don’t think it brings her joy. Not exactly. Maybe it does, sometimes, but I feel like it’s just a way to make ends meet. A way to distract herself. Or maybe it’s just her feeling the constant pressure put upon her by Zeus, so she’s desperately scrambling to try and claw her way up to his unreasonably high expectations for her. She hardly trusts anyone at all, doesn’t talk about her problems, doesn’t even have her mother to turn to because Zeus ate her! Medusa was the first time since Pallas that Athena well and truly settled down enough to make a relationship with someone, and that was taken from her. She’s alone, and that is not a good place to be when you’re immortal and live forever.”

“Because of how lonely it can get?” Teddi said.

“Precisely,” Artemis confirmed. “The novelty wears off after a few decades—and that’s usually before you even reach the centuries. Why do you think I make it to where my huntresses don’t age or can’t die from natural causes? It’s a vain attempt to keep other people around. Because, after they die, there’s a good chance that I will never see them again. And when I saw what Pallas’ death did to Athena, I was afraid of going through the same grief. Unfortunately, not even my divine protections can stop whatever the Fates have in store for my pack. If they are meant to die, then there is nothing I can do about it.”

Chrysaor lifted his snout to nuzzle his nose against one of Artemis’ hands, and Artemis smiled softly, giving him a pat on the head.

“But at least I have them,” Artemis went on. “Athena… Athena doesn’t really have anyone. However…” She crossed her arms firmly over her chest. “I suspect this goes deeper than even Medusa and Pallas.”

“What do you mean?” Teddi questioned, tilting her head.

“Athena has always been walking over hot coals,” Artemis said. “As the years went by, she became more and more frustrated with everything, but especially Zeus. Never had the courage to actually make a stand against him. Until the day Medusa died, of course. I wasn’t present for the battle, but Apollo told me it was terribly destructive. Lightning, fire, ichor spraying everywhere. And after it was over, she went into this ‘dormant mode.’ I think she finally realized the futility of it all. She had spent so long bowing beneath a man who could care less about her, and everyone she has loved has died brutally, so she just…stopped. Now, she just exists in this state of nothingness. And she’s so scared, I think.” She shook her head. “We gods are not good people, Teddi. That much you must understand about us. None of us are good.” She paused. “Well— slight addendum to that, Hestia is good. I don’t think she’s ever done anything bad in her entire life. But aside from her, none of us are good. Our morality is entirely ambiguous and constantly fluctuating, and we only act civil because we choose to, not because we have to. I’m not going to act like I’m innocent. I’ve done terrible things that I am not proud of, and there are even more terrible things that I am proud of. But Athena… Athena, at the very least, tries. She tries to be good. If there is anyone who does not deserve this cruel hand that has been dealt, it is most certainly her. I just hope that, one day, she will learn to forgive herself.”

#slipping more and more snippets for y’all to chew on ;) #greek myth #greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek gods #gods and goddesses #ancient greek mythology #ancient greek #medusa’s child #athena #artemis #apollo #theodora the vengeful #theodora #book snippet

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

Hey. Idk if you’re okay with taking requests rn but I’m kinda having a shitty day and I’m in desperate need of any comfort. It’s a request not related to either of your series, So, How would Changbin act when he finds out Y/N hates her birthday and gets really depressed during the day? Feel free to say no. It’s okay no pressure ♥️

I'm sorry boo. <3 I hope things get better soon. <3 I love you.

Tags: Changbin, Seo Changbin, SKZ, Stray Kids, Stay, Request, Mutuals, Changbin x you, Changbin x reader, Seo Changbin x you, Seo Changbin x reader, Fluff, Angst, SKZ x you, SKZ x reader, not OT8, SKZ imagines, SKZ reactions, SKZ scenarios, SKZ Drabble, AU

Genre: Light Fluff, Angst

Title: It's My Birthday, I'll Cry if I Want To

It's after the third sigh that Changbin finally sets down his quill and glances over his glasses at you with slightly exasperated amusement written on his features.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong, princess, or are you going to make me guess?"

You heave another longer, more annoyed sigh-just to peeve him a bit-and push back your chair, your body protesting, stiff muscles cracking, as you cross to the window, glancing out onto the courtyard below.

The sun's rays are barely beginning to breach the trees, but it feels like you've been studying for hours already.

"It's my birthday." You don't look at him as you say it, eyes drawn to the movements of a gardener at the edge of the rose bushes, trimming back a few errant leaves.

You vaguely wonder if your mother has thrown another fit again-"the roses are getting out of hand, Reginald!"-and your father-long suffering, patient man that he is, however aloof-had tasked the poor gardener with fixing the apparent problem, no matter how imaginary.

Changbin's chair creaks as he leans back.

"I'm aware of this." When you turn to look back at him over your shoulder, he's smiling, one brow cocked. It gives him a roguish, rakishly handsome air, an air that you doggedly try to ignore. "As is the majority of the kingdom."

"I hate it." You lament morosely, once again turning your attention back to the large picture window, where a new character in the play currently being put on in the garden has emerged-this time, a woman bearing a basket of laundry on her hip, headed for the river.

"I also know this." Your tutor's voice is softer this time, and you dig your fingers into the lip of the window, willing yourself not to turn and look at him once more. You don't want to see the pity on his face. "But you've never told me why."

"I have." You protest sharply, though you know it's not the real reason, just a facsimile you've told him to hide the true pain, and you still don't turn, because you don't want him to see the lie on your face.

You've never been good at hiding things from him.

"It's pointless and mundane and altogether a waste of time. Not to mention, the festivities my parents insist on putting on, not for me, but for show, are boring and long winded and if I have to make one more polite conversation with Duke Fairlough, all the while pretending not to notice him ogling my chest and ass, I'll eat my hat."

Changbin chuckles, and you finally work up the courage to glance back at him, watching you with slight amusement, dark curls gleaming in the dying light of the morning fire.

"You don't wear hats."

"I could start." You object stubbornly, finally turning from the window and returning to your seat across from him, fingers drumming agitatedly along the edge of the table instead of picking up your own quill and returning to your studies.

"You could." Changbin agrees amicably, eyes still lit with slightly amused affection, as he hides a smile and pushes one of your open books toward you encouragingly. "And you could also try to actually apply yourself so you can finish your lessons early and enjoy the rest of your day."

"Hah." You retort, snorting skeptically, even though you know it's a very unladylike thing to do.

You've never worried about being overly ladylike around Changbin. It's one of the many things you like about the man sitting across from you.

"Highly unlikely."

Changbin nudges the book toward you once more with a bitten back grin.

"Try."

You huff with annoyance, but take the offered book, and glancing toward the chaperone standing silently at the door, unmoving, you chance a swift kick at Changbin's ankle under the secrecy of the table.

He dodges you easily, and you feign irritation with a glare, but the grin he gives you in return and the ensuing butterflies swarming in your gut may very well be the only good thing that happens on this, the day of your godforsaken birthday.

*****

"Ridiculous." Your mother mutters once more under her breath from her seat at the writing desk, tossing aside the message she's just received, the heavy, embossed paper spiraling slowly to the floor like a wounded bird. "We attend their daughter's betrothal ceremony, and they can't even make the princess's birthday celebration?"

You try not to wince as the maid currently coiffing your hair elegantly at the back of your head shoves a particularly nasty pin into the recesses of the updo.

"Well." Your mother stands from her chair, huffing under her breath, pacing to the large window and then back again. "They can consider themselves blacklisted for the foreseeable future then."

You bite your lip as another strand of hair gets tugged a little too roughly into place, and stare at your reflection in the mirror, trying to make yourself smaller to avoid attracting the angry queen's attention.

Too late.

She comes to stand beside the mirror where you sit, scanning a critical eye over you from head to toe-the heavy, ornate makeup adorning your face, the fancy, flawless coiffed hairstyle, the long, heavy blood red ball gown you wear-and you know, everything is exactly how she asked, and yet, she'll still find something to be unhappy about.

"Myrtle." Your mother says sharply, and the maid snaps to attention, as your mother fingers the pearl earrings you currently wear. "Swap these out for the Swarovski crystals. The moonblood pair."

Myrtle ducks her head silently and scurries to the boudoir to retrieve the requested earrings.

Your mother leans over and picks up the crown resting on the worktop delicately, stroking her fingers over the gems and gold with something akin to affection, something she's never given you, and then she reaches out, putting a rough finger under your chin as she raises your gaze to meet her own in the mirror.

"Sit up straight. Don't slouch."

You do as she asks, and she places the crown carefully on the top of your head, adjusting it until it's perfect and to her liking.

"There." She steps back, as Myrtle appears and changes out your earrings, admiring you with a critical stern eye. "Perfection."

You resist the urge to say anything, biting your tongue, staring at her silently through your reflection in the mirror.

You're not a daughter, you're a doll, a pawn, to be used in her political parties, and you know your place. You always have.

Your mother waves a dismissive hand at the maid, who scurries immediately from the room, probably happy to be out of the queen's oppressive presence, and you wish you could follow her, as your mother returns to her desk and sits, taking out her letter opener once again, which she points at you sternly, before saying, "Oh, by the way, your father sent a gift. I had it put in your chambers."

You rise from the chair, careful not to disturb any of the work put in over the last few hours, and manage to find your tongue.

"Oh, has he left already?"

Your mother doesn't even spare you a glance, already deep into the recesses of her next letter.

"He left this morning. You know this."

You didn't know this, but instead of fighting, you simply nod, and when she doesn't say anything else, take the opportunity to scurry from the room.

The hallway air feels one hundred times lighter, and you suck in mouthfuls of air, desperate to get every inch of that woman out of your lungs, hands on your knees.

"You okay there, princess?"

You glance up, startled, at the familiar voice, and Changbin has paused in his perusal past the hallway, staring at you with clear concern on his face, his fingers paused on the ascot he must have been in the middle of tying around his neck.

"Did you just run a marathon?"

You straighten up, unconsciously reaching up to make sure your crown is still straight, and run your hands down your dress to smooth out any wrinkles.

It's your mother's influence, and you hate it.

"I'm fine." You nod pertly, because suddenly, seeing someone so familiar and caring and warm, after spending so much time in your mother's icy, cold, indifferent presence, is making the back of your throat burn. "Just-"

You shrug, praying to every god above that you don't start crying, not when Changbin is here, looking at you like that.

"-getting ready."

Changbin watches you for another long moment, and then he finally lets you drop his gaze, offering you the hint of a smile, as his fingers once again start tying the ascot, an elegant knot already forming around the collar of his loose dress shirt.

He's wearing black breeches, and knee high boots, and god, is that a sliver of chest beneath the top open button of his shirt-

You force yourself to drag your gaze away from your tutor, out the window beside you, and clear your throat.

"You look nice."

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips, but Changbin merely cocks his head curiously, staring you down once more, before he grins and replies lightly, "Thanks. I was going to say the same thing about you, your highness. Although 'nice' is probably too bland of a word to describe how you look right now, if I'm being honest."

His open honesty catches your attention and you look at him sharply.

"What word would you use then?"

Changbin looks caught off guard, as if he hadn't expected you to ask, but answers anyway.

"Probably something more along the lines of magnificent. Or perhaps, if I'm being transparent, exquisite."

You swallow at his entirely forthright words, and suddenly, it feels a little too vulnerable-like something taboo-standing here in a back, dark corridor with Seo Changbin-your tutor and a man-without any sort of chaperone, his dark, swirling eyes entirely, dangerously, holding your own, the tension between the two of you so thick that you're almost positive you could cut it with a knife.

You find you like the feeling.

There is a clatter from down the hall, a chef shouting something angrily at a clumsy maid, and the moment is shattered, crashing to the floor at your feet in a million pieces of stained glass.

You take a step back, and Changbin clears his throat, dropping your gaze, as he ducks his head in deference to you.

"I'll see you at dinner, princess."

And without another word, he's gone, and the icy feeling leftover from your mother's words, and your father's absence, is already creeping back into your bones at the lack of his warmth.

*****

"Yes, duke, I'll be right back! Just need to freshen up-"

You dash around the corner, freedom just in sight, and run directly into your mother.

Her fingers curl around your wrist before you even have the time to react, face cold, and voice even colder.

"Where are you going?"

You swallow, schooling a blank expression, and level your voice.

"To freshen up."

She eyes you skeptically, disdain written across her face, blood red lips pulling into the start of a disapproving sneer.

Her fingers tighten around your wrist as she tugs you to her, and you do your best not to wince as they uncomfortably pinch your skin.

Her breath smells of overly sweet wine and perfume, lips brushing your ear as she speaks in a low, cold tone, and you're fairly certain nothing has ever made you more nauseous.

"Don't keep the duke waiting."

She releases you without another word, plastering a bright, artificial smile onto her face, and she enters the room you had just left, a chorus of greetings echoing in your ears, even as you dart for the safety of the garden.

You don't allow yourself to stop running until you reach the rose bush patch, the same bush you had seen being trimmed this morning from your bedroom window, and even then, you're gasping for breath as you slump down onto the cold concrete of the nearby bench, hot tears already threatening at the corners of your eyes.

You swipe at them angrily, the warm liquid splashing down the flushed arch of your cheeks, the breeze instantly cooling the tears against your skin, against your fingertips, even as you wipe them off meticulously against the folds of your dress.

You sniff, taking in a deep breath, and let your head fall back, staring up at the newly emerging stars, wishing you were anywhere, anyone, else.

"Do you want to tell me the truth now?"

You start at the voice, and nearly lurch off the bench in your surprise, eyes wide, heart pounding, as your gaze drops from the sky and to the warm, familiar features of Changbin, watching you from a respectful distance away, hands tucked out of sight behind his back.

"God. How do you always appear out of thin air like that? You nearly gave me a heart attack."

His expression is carefully schooled, you know, because you've done the same thing countless times in front of your mother.

He gives a half shrug, but doesn't move toward you, watching you with a slight tilt of his head.

"Sorry."

You heave a heavy sigh, and slowly unfurl your tense fingers from the edge of the bench, dropping your gaze now to watch the way the toes of your dance slippers dig into the dirt beneath your feet.

Your mother is going to kill you for the stains later.

You watch the toes of Changbin's riding boots come into your field of vision as he moves closer, and then he takes you by surprise, crouching down in front of you, hands splayed on the bench on either side of your body for support.

He glances up at you, dark eyes unreadable in the evening light, and you hope to god he can't still see the sheen of leftover tears on your cheeks.

"Why aren't you inside?"

"I told you-" You protest halfheartedly, not meeting his gaze, even as you tangle your fingers into the thick folds of your skirt resting in your lap. "-I hate birthday parties."

"Why?"

You feel the words on the tip of your tongue, feel the truth itching to be released.

Because my father is never here, because my mother couldn't care less unless it benefits her, because I'm not even allowed to so much as look in your direction-

But instead, you sigh again and direct your watery gaze back to the sky, willing the tears back into the depths.

When you speak, you're proud that your voice comes out steady.

"Because Duke Fairlough is a creepy old man, nearly twice my age, and yet, my mother pushes the issue every single social event, without fail, because I am nothing if not the star pawn on her twisted, political chess board."

"Hm." Changbin hums a sound of understanding beneath his breath, and you try not to focus too much on the rise and fall of his fingers, the mounds of his knuckles, the swirling pathways of his veins.

You've never noticed, not until you were up close, but the man has pretty hands-soft and ink stained-hands of a poet, or a scholar maybe.

"That does sound wildly unfortunate."

You shoot him a glare at the soft teasing lacing his tone, and he offers you the hint of a gentle smile, before he continues with, "That's not the real reason you're out here though, right? Alone, crying, on your birthday?"

"I am not crying." You protest defensively, instantly, and Changbin chuckles, smiling fully now.

"Okay, princess." He gives in easily, smile fading to something more secretive, something more intimate, cocking his head as he stares at you, and you feel yourself hold your breath, as he reaches up without warning, and slowly ghosts a gentle thumbpad across the skin beneath your eyes.

"It must be raining then."

You sniffle, scared to move, afraid he'll pull his touch back from your skin if you do, and imperceptibly nod in response.

"I can't believe you didn't notice."

He huffs a chuckle, and you're relieved when he doesn't pull back from you.

"I'm a learned man, yes, but I can be entirely too oblivious and thickheaded for my own good sometimes."

You snort beneath your breath, and try not to follow his hand like some sort of starstruck tart as he finally retrieves it from your skin, settling it comfortably back on the bench beside you.

"I am, however, not dumb enough to buy any of that bullshit you've just given me."

You look at him in sharp surprise, you've never heard him curse before, but the look in his eyes has the cutting rebuke dying on your lips.

You've never seen Seo Changbin look so utterly serious before-studious yes, but never this focused-his attention completely on you, dark, swirling eyes scanning your face, molten, angry almost.

"So tell me again. The truth this time. Why, princess, are you alone in the gardens, crying, on your birthday?"

"I-" You start to say, and he shoots you a firm look that stops you in your tracks. You suck in an almost choked breath, and start again. "-don't like birthdays."

"Why?"

"Because he's never here, and she's never cared, and I hate-no absolutely loathe-having to act like I'm better than everyone, above it all, especially you."

He's watching you silently now, watching you catch your breath, watching a literal weight lift off from your shoulders as you finally, finally, blurt out the truth, watching the pounding, broken, bleeding, remnants of your heart, laid bare, just for him.

"What?" You accuse defensively, when he still hasn't said anything, fingers nervously beginning to fidget with your dress once more. "Say something."

"I don't need to say anything."

You wet your lips, staring at him in open surprise now, his face softening slightly as you hold his gaze.

"What?" You repeat again, dumbly, not quite sure you're understanding.

He laughs then-low and relieved, a rumble in his chest-and when his fingers cover your own-warm and soft in contrast to your icy cold, skin and hearts alike-you feel everything jumbled and out of sorts in your chest finally settle into place.

"I don't need to say anything." He repeats again, slower this time, and when he looks at you now, there's nothing but tender honesty in the depths of his dark eyes. His lips quirk into the hint of a soft smile. "I'm sorry you hate your birthday. I'm sorry your father is never here and your mother only plays you for her own little games, but I-"

He takes in a deep, almost jagged breath, fingers tightening over your own, and you resist the urge to tangle yours with his in that moment, palms flat against each other, all warmth and soft skin and spaces finally filled.

He looks at you again, the fire renewed in his gaze, vulnerable and open and entirely honest.

Laid bare, all for you.

You feel the cracks in your aching heart recede slightly.

"-I, for one, am eternally grateful, every year, when this day darkens my doorstop once more."

"Why?" You ask in a breath, even though you're fairly certain, staring at Changbin's face, that you already know the answer.

The slowly healing cracks in your heart-warming and melting the ice that's been there too long, filling it in with something akin to molten lava-are a testament to exactly that.

"Because, princess-" Changbin murmurs, the affection returning to his eyes now, warming his entire face, right down to the tender, beaming smile he gives you, only you. "-it gave all of us, especially me, you."

You bite your bottom lip, trying to hide your smile.

You feel so happy you could cry.

But you've cried enough.

"I never took you for a poet, royal tutor."

He inclines his head, eyes sparkling.

"And I never took you for a romantic, princess."

"I'm not." You admit, squeezing his fingers between your own now, dizzy with sudden giddiness as you stare at the man kneeling before you.

When he looks at you once more, you give him the smile you've been holding back all night-maybe even all your life-just for him.

"But you could make me into one yet."

Changbin grins then, tangling his fingers with your own, and nothing has ever felt more right in your entire life.

Maybe your birthday won't be so bad from now on after all. Not with him by your side. Not with the ice gone, replaced with nothing but sunshine and warmth and bright beams. All because of him.

"Happy birthday, princess."

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[eadanga]

The First Christmas Together Finale

Summary: After a year married Chris and Anna have their first Christmas together

Anna wakes up feeling rejuvenated she looks at the window and sees the snow falling and grins We’re gonna have a white Christmas She turns to Chris who’s sleeping soundly then kisses him softly on the cheek

Chris smiles but doesn’t open his eyes “I could get used to being woken up like that”

Anna giggles “Merry Christmas baby”

“Merry Christmas Anna I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Yes I feel great I can’t wait to see all the presents and have dinner with your family and mine”

Chris sits up “Our first special Christmas together with our families and each other sounds so perfect” He kisses her softly

“Yes Chris we should get up and start making dinner”

Anna starts to get out of bed but Chris grabs her shoulder and pulls her back down

Anna shrieks “Chris!”

Chris chuckles and wraps his arms around her “Let’s stay like this for a while I’m enjoying this”

Anna giggles as she moves closer to him “But then we won’t get anything done”

“My mom can handle it”

“Really Chris? We’re the host and you want to leave everything up to your mother when she’s a guest?”

“Yes Chris you want to leave everything up to your mom?”

Anna and Chris startle apart when they see Barb in the room

“Mom when did you get here?”

“A couple of minutes ago” She walks over and flicks his head

“Ow! What’s that for?”

“You better get your butt out of bed and start cooking or I’m pushing you in that snow”

Chris sighs as Anna laughs “Ok mom I’m getting up”

Barb smiles at Anna “Come on dear I’ll help you out” She narrows her eyes at Chris “I’m not helping you”

Anna laughs harder as Chris sighs and throws off the covers “Alright mom we’re coming”

****

Anna and Barb begins cooking while AJ, Kyle and Chris watch TV.

“Anna dear will you pass me the garlic?” Anna nods and hands her the garlic Barb smiles and turns to Chris “Chris why aren’t you in here helping?”

“But mom this Christmas special is on”

“I don’t care if the grinch is on get over here”

“She’s right Chris come on my parents are coming over soon we want the food ready for them”

Chris groans as he gets up and he heads over to the kitchen to help. Soon the doorbell rings and Anna goes to get it and sees her parents smiling and holding gifts

“Anna sweetie!”

“Hi mom hi dad” Anna hugs both her parents and ushers them inside

AJ and Kyle gets up to greet them “Hey guys good to see you”

Her mom grins “Good to see you too you guys are so big now and Chris so good to see you hope you’re taking good care of  our daughter”

Chris smiles and wraps an arm around Anna’s waist “She’s well taken care of” Chris kisses her cheek

Her dad nods “Good now it’s smells good in here”

Her parents put their gifts under the tree and come into the kitchen to grab a cup of coco. After they finish making dinner everyone heads to the living to open gifts.

Anna opens her parents gifts first “Oh mom and dad this is nice I love these clothes”

“Great for the winter dear”

They continue to talk and laugh and open gifts. Chris hands Anna her gift Anna smiles “You didn’t have to get me anything I already have something amazing right here”

Chris smiles “The feeling is mutual but I want to get you something special for our first Christmas”

Anna smiles and opens it then she grins “Chris aww this is from the Hartfield formal”

“Yes I had it framed it was technically our first date together” Chris whispers “You looked so amazing in that dress”

Anna giggles “Yes it was and you looked so handsome”

“And after that it was amazing”

“Yes it was”

Anna smiles and kisses him then hands him a box tied with a ribbon “You’re really gonna love this Chris”

Chris smiles and unties the ribbon and opens the box. Inside there’s a small teddy bear and baby clothes with a glass baby bottle.

                                      With a note:

                      See you in September Daddy

Chris’s eyes go wide then he looks at Anna “Are you serious?”

Anna grins “Yes” She takes out 3 pregnancy tests from her bag “I took these when you went out with your mom I had Kaitlyn bring me the box with the clothes”

Chris grins then he kisses her deeply “I love you so much Anna” He turns to everyone “I’m gonna be a dad!”

AJ grins “I get to be an aunt!”

Kyle smiles “Congrats you guys”

Their parents hug them both and they toast with their coco. Chris grins as he turns to Anna “Thank you baby this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever had”

“Anything for you Chris now we’ll have a new member to celebrate Christmas with”

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[libidomechanica]

Untitled (“If snow be whitest sheets of lilies laid”)

A limerick sequence

               Stanza I

Ally, you agree? Shown, and my back. If snow be whitest sheets of lilies    laid. With a fading rose,    Sighing she spoke against the slow clock within who laid about.

               Stanza II

Death will sag toward his western bower. It is a wond’rous thing off the Holy    Three to Senegal;    teach that have sped, had I then apart, nay, profanation grew.

               Stanza III

I hate you all have free adit; we will be well. Lying in exchanged my    fears the secret prepossession,    thrice happy in the ground beneath a Double Burden.

               Stanza IV

If you’re dubbed knight head, now fired an anger and be friend. With dimples in    many a smile lord Henry    heard a noise overhead. And my heart beat stronger than they.

               Stanza V

And hence high tree the boy hath cheekes to me. Especially when persimmons    ripen today when    we are lov’d, and press his beauty, education, though sweet souls!

               Stanza VI

We studied friends, and would be lost. Till the toll gate collecting, one is there    beams the hall flowers, and    rush on, if thou canst thou shall stop loving mere free as any.

               Stanza VII

And now good-morrow to the sea for? ’ Said Ida, thought it less. For while some    did bring forth his white, shall    look for me I shall weep thought so; but they not be clean, their prose.

               Stanza VIII

Than owl-songs or the Wolf’s Accomplished shape. Leaving all-claretless to    eternity and seamen,    though seen of vapour, or a waking dresse, be briefe in praying.

               Stanza IX

Her violets, which bears with his memory of facts, of courses of the hill,    so brimmed with slow dilation    to make love like a ghost she comes not so much inspired.

               Stanza X

And, being made for May: and so these did play: How slow ye move, nor missed the    hills are all their hinges    creak’d; themselves, nor knew the strange that I know, or don’t have much time.

               Stanza XI

Renders vain their endlesse night and deer, his own vision holds a treasure, what    woman’s goal. By any    means, to light, my dear virtue, every lane; but when you your sleep.

               Stanza XII

But I think you, some Orient Pearls unwept: It’s your love. Sage could do, own    thoughts are low; when someone    you look up, and fight, and her eyes, and left me his Languishment?

               Stanza XIII

I earned no more, but from the heavens and, maybe, love. In the West garden-    rose that he said to me    the eyes that fine fixed point from thy health mayst thou wilt be my ain.

               Stanza XIV

And thunders, crept away, like a bell. Mutual blood, an innocence is    slight have been their rents. It    was evening, friend’s fragility, for it was a notch in May.

               Stanza XV

Sleepers startled in all there rises every shock, tis odd, none can die. Purple    islands fade that I    should be to suit the Amen, ere the wrapt in the maiden shut?

               Stanza XVI

Lily of the ills o’er the precious sigh, much profit! Like a ghost, and her    for music’s sound, sweeter    thy part I cannot speak— and they sang, the bed a ship in sleep.

               Stanza XVII

Were yourselves—the woman as she saw them, clicking coals. Upon the heart are    at a mortal names, grew    side by side; nor sees; rolled at a reflection, you missed the hills?

               Stanza XVIII

Now sleeps the clergymen having in their finger in her child! You humble    pardon, if in my ear    where the world—ah me! Sugar, my wife is never saw you, Mag.

               Stanza XIX

They began to look a little church last—a match ’twixt me, bent, without    declining weeds. Give me a    look, sharp scale up: for springs would brook her gaieties, none can die.

               Stanza XX

Round, forgetful of Maud and meaner beauty are in a trembling is. The    old, if some Columbus    of the length I find how should have not to ask his mortal Bird!

               Stanza XXI

Called to, a thousand years. Hee vowes nothing art the cause be of your tongue    could not his rage to the    Amorous sphere; one of Sisyphus, if once we goe a Maying.

               Stanza XXII

The breeze is whispering. Dialogue, by humouring bottle which first explained    the gilded girl who    held up through the soul abroad Some have done, had hardly leave her?

               Stanza XXIII

The poplar made, and runs the world know that his life is to the Sun … I open    the why not now? Or    Branch: Each Porch, each his thunderbolt, she taught that there went away?

               Stanza XXIV

She was absent presence absence to unsay. Such were his grim head to be    won, beauteous state reveal’d.    And lo, she would be most friend be dear call yet once everywhere.

               Stanza XXV

Eve made another. A poet could alike in the rougher voices should    surely cease to hack into    your past impression— cannot cheat so wild that on the same.

               Stanza XXVI

Nick in a knife. Which, done, by mottled fire more sharp as a lynx, and yet on    tiptoe seemed as birds are,    hawk on bough! You know hunger mouthed, and the sweet to live alone.

               Stanza XXVII

And then any things to all men grow! He dances with the red-ribb’d hollows    bare went on cutting breezes    blown before Aurora throwes on me, nor cares to weepe.

               Stanza XXVIII

Lord Augustus Fitz-Plantagenet. Why wept it? But now when a fool’s eye    light, my love has died today    when some female hands and they hurt makes men weep, and sister.

               Stanza XXIX

Across that my wings. Why dost not bite so nigh into eternity. You    have been lilies laid. Our    son, because I feel the enclasping flowery sisterhood.

               Stanza XXX

Melts mist-like in each respects for both of that shoulders to enrich thy glass    she loathed theme of your feature—    auld Nature, laughed at your hand in true love, the human soul!

               Stanza XXXI

Lights are lang! Will clear that early youth’s starward love each time, until I heard:    though, if I saw her stature    made and on the house, the accomplish thou art Queen of farce!

               Stanza XXXII

But, ah, soon regained the front gate, pulling fear I find him; by the pure as    he: for those circle waited    on; sigh’d no surely, now it is esteem. Or on the rest.

               Stanza XXXIII

No Angel, but a kiss nor ever. Who was your love heaven that Adam,    call’d her home, my Corinna,    come; for all turn the penumbra of a tiny earthquake.

               Stanza XXXIV

A martial song, and not deem such amber tears fell from that he said: Quick answered    the holly! And hasten    while Death standing all- claretless the city. Not a Maying.

               Stanza XXXV

With what life I had lost you. Her several winters, made green leave they could    I have had you out but    they heard senators declaiming its spray, they rise or sing it?

               Stanza XXXVI

Who order’d, that not have them paused hortensia pleading struck me, madman, over    thou feel’st it cold. And    never lost, themselves to wile the twangling toward her turn the loved?

               Stanza XXXVII

And, into the sun; coral is far more pity of him in my way. White    as stone. Or do you meane    my tender, or shape, which brought me meikle wae; but rather groand!

               Stanza XXXVIII

During North. So he sighed, she would say of it, It is good this lightsome days    I spent wi’ thee, close in    sorrow to the course, with what pastimes Time and thine eyes they know.

               Stanza XXXIX

Ah, what thy Subject bound on either of the bay? Hope, in pity may deserve    their crimes; factitious    passionate tears speak, nor more sweet Ida: palm to palm she spray.

               Stanza XL

What not harms distinction beats lighten into a statue propt against this    love to her plans of artless    arm; time and trentall sung. Of spanless girth; but work no more.

               Stanza XLI

And the vase into a scene, and see how thy Neck beneath, grave thee die! Whither    here is in a love    for a heron. Nor glance the moon decks herself too much loved, why?

               Stanza XLII

Love, called love, that I laughed at your Highness breakfast table mess. And beware    lest, when all forget their    sweet Access a Salve to warm today when she was the spring?

               Stanza XLIII

Flowers, and much more easily because her own to find an echo in    another losing. Seems    seeing either to the vision holds what the little glitter.

               Stanza XLIV

With kisses, how? Yet, as if at merit of your tongue to mind: and yet how    far to Shah and Subjects    hath to lick a human things but once, she takes the way the seer.

               Stanza XLV

A sleep to clear the mind glows; a paper kite which joyes to keep it, and wilt    thou think not share it. And    a moral man was Werther, and the more I lose expression!

               Stanza XLVI

In folds the world, firm, quiet place whereof, with what party is in my    extremity of years, those    who stand, leaving and therefore, how are out them both in performed!

               Stanza XLVII

Then comes back from the knock-kneed broom instead. Of beechen green, maud made monastic    vows; that were her worst    disgrace, rose Aylmer, all well sayd, still water: then—all good grace?

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[thatbritishactor]

Secret Santa Fic Exchange for @blanchedelioncourt

Take Me Apart (part 1)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Your friends have been trying to set you up with Billy for a year now. Spending New Year’s Eve with him in a remote cabin might finally do the trick.

Type: Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Idiots to lovers, “There’s Only one bed”.

Words: 3,500

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Hi babe! As requested, since you love a tease, here’s Part 1 of the fic I wrote for you. I hope it brings you happiness, stay tuned for Part 2 tomorrow.

You’re staring at the trees out of the window, deep in your thoughts, humming to the song that’s playing in the car. Your best friend, Karen is driving, and you’re on the passenger’s seat, responsible for giving directions and handling the playlist. It’s not a long drive: roughly three hours to get from New York to New London. You’re heading there to celebrate New Year’s Eve together.

It had been Billy and Karen’s idea for Frank’s birthday: since he was born late December, they had suggested that the four of you rent a cabin and celebrate his birthday and New Year’s; two birds, one stone. You had been dubious at first, not sure that you’d be comfortable with spending an entire weekend with Billy and the insufferable lovebirds. But Karen had managed to convince you, promising long hikes in nature and a carefree weekend. You had agreed to make her happy, and because no other plans had struck your interest.

Karen pulls you out of your thoughts with a question:

“So, how you feeling about this weekend?” she asks, tearing her eyes off the road to look at you, her beautiful blue eyes appraising yours. You shrug.

“I don’t know, should be fun?” you reply, trying to seem unphased. She rolls her eyes at you.

“You know what I mean” she says, looking annoyed with you “I meant with Billy being there”. You purse your lips, your stomach anxiously tightening.

“Why would I mind Billy being there?” you ask her, feigning to be too dumb to understand what she means.

“Oh, I don’t know” Karen starts, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips “Maybe because you have a crush on him?” she teases, and you let out an exaggerated, heavy sigh.

“For the hundredth time, Karen, I’m not interested in Billy” you let out through gritted teeth, irritation boiling through your veins.

You hate how stubborn Karen can be. Ever since she tried to set you up with Billy a year ago, she keeps pestering you about the possibility of you and Billy becoming an item. You perfectly remember the night you met him, and the quick decision you had taken not to get romantically involved with the attractive ex-marine.

A YEAR AGO

You were invited to Karen’s new boyfriend’s birthday party, Frank. You had met him a few times and were already fond of his boorish personality. Frank reminded you of a bear: impressive, probably dangerous, but incredibly protective and caring. You enjoyed seeing them together: they shared a connection you were a bit jealous of, and their chemistry was insane. Karen had never been happier in a relationship, and you were thrilled for her. Frank seemed to like you too: you exchanged jokes and banter every time you met, quickly growing close.

He had chosen a bar for his birthday, his friends and some of Karen’s were there. She had warned you that Frank’s best friend Billy would attend, a man she had been pestering you about for weeks. You knew what she was trying to do, Karen wasn’t subtle. You had been single for a year now, and you couldn’t seem to find anyone interesting to date. Karen appeared to think that this Billy guy could be a match, but you loathed setting ups and blind dates, preferring the organic experience of meeting someone by chance.

Billy was supposedly very attractive and witty, amongst other qualities that Karen had listed after you had lost interest in what she was saying. You had simply nodded, pretending to pay attention, deciding that this guy wouldn’t be worth it. You weren’t in the mindset to start dating anyone yet. You were still getting over your last breakup, and the idea of being hurt again gave you nightmares.

You were having a boring debate about taxes with a few people, wondering how you could escape, when you spotted Billy for the first time. You had no idea that it was him, and he made an ever-lasting impression on you.

You were constructing an elaborate plan of escape involving a pretense of going to the bathroom and never coming back, when a tall man walked through the door. Your eyes automatically went to him, as if you were called by his presence. You noticed that he was wearing an impeccable three-piece suit that enhanced his lean figure, and you immediately observed the way he stood and moved: confidently with a slight aura of danger.

You detailed his person, your eyes pausing on his dark luscious hair: short at the sides with long strands slicked back at the top of his head. Anyone else would have looked like an asshole with that haircut, yet he looked like male model who had just stepped out of a style magazine. You continued to observe him from the corner of your eye, appreciating the edge of his sharp jaw heightened by a carefully trimmed beard. This man was exactly your type, there was no denying it. He was probably the most attractive person you had ever seen, and you couldn’t rip your eyes off him, entranced. His eyes roamed over the room, detailing every person there when they suddenly stopped on you.

You made contact with the darkest eyes you had ever seen, and you unconsciously held a breath. He assessed you from afar, holding your gaze, and you distinctively felt butterflies swarm in your belly, and red rise on your cheeks. You forced yourself to break eye contact, focusing back on the tedious discussion, trying to calm the intense feelings that had just overwhelmed you.

Sure, the man was attractive, but he was probably shallow and dumb as a rock. Besides, he was way out of your league, men like that didn’t spare women like you a single glimpse. Except, he had seemed to notice you… You shook your head, telling yourself that he had simply scouted the bar, looking at you because you were rudely staring at him.

You successfully escaped the dull conversation, and made your way towards Karen, spotting her blonde hair in the back of the bar. Your stomach flipped when you noticed that the attractive man was there, and you made your best effort to breathe evenly as you walked towards them. It’s fine, he won’t even notice you, he’s way out of your league.

Karen greeted you gleefully when she spotted you, shouting your name:

“Hey! This is Billy Russo” she said unceremoniously, showing the man in the suit “Frank’s best friend” she added, and her eyes said, “The one I told you about.”

Shit.

You looked back at the man, realizing that he was the Billy you had heard about nonstop for weeks. Something shifted inside of you, but you pushed it away immediately, reaching to shake his hand.

“Nice to meet you” you said, offering him a frank and warm smile.

“Likewise,” he replied, and his voice was as smooth as silk. Shit. Shit.

You tried to regain a hold of yourself, paying attention to the conversation that followed, trying not to notice your fast heartbeat and the warmth that was spreading through your body. You were being ridiculous. He was just an attractive person. You needed to get a grip; you were a goddamn adult.

You could feel his eyes trained on you from time to time, but you never made eye contact again, something made you fearful of the effect he seemed to have on you. Besides, you were just being shallow. You were reacting this way simply because of his looks, you didn’t know who he really was.

The night went on, people getting gradually drunk, and you went from group to group, having mindless conversations. You were currently listening to an annoying guy named Ted, who had triggered your distaste after many misogynistic comments and jokes. He was going on and on about the US military, and you were barely paying attention to what he was saying, more focused in the way Billy Russo was standing in front of you.

You were a bit drunk, so you fully indulged. You noticed the way he stood, looking effortlessly elegant and comfortable, radiating wealth and power. Women stared at him, and men seemed to want to impress him. He had made you laugh a few times with sarcastic comments, he seemed clever, although a bit too arrogant for your taste.

You were torn out of your reverie when Billy asked Idiot Ted a question:

“What exactly do you have against the military?” he demanded, his eyebrows raised and his eyes cold.

“They’re just a bunch of stupid brutes fighting mindless battles. All this talk about vets and PTSD, honestly, what’s the fuss even about?” Ted shouted, and you held your breath, ready to intervene when Billy cut you off.

“Be careful, there are ex marines present here tonight” he warned, and the softness of his voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Oh yeah? Who?” Ted asked provocatively.

“The birthday boy and I” Billy replied confidently, throwing his head back a bit. People muttered awkwardly under their breath, but Ted didn’t seem to be thrown off.

“Impossible” he scoffed “You’re way too pretty to be a Marine”.

Anger rose in you. How rude was this guy? Billy didn’t seem to take that well. Something shifted in his demeanor, and for the first time, he looked menacing: his eyes colder, darker, calculating, his stance suddenly intimidating.

“Tell me, Ted” he drawled “What do you do?”

“I own a rental car company” Ted replied, proudly holding Billy’s gaze.

“You big?”

Ted gesticulated uncomfortably before answering, his head held high.

“We made 100,000$ in profits last year” he answered pompously. “What about you, Billy, what do you do? Finance?” he said, gesturing to the suit. Billy chuckled darkly.

“I’m the CEO of my ow private military company” Billy answered smoothly. You caught the women’s appreciative glances and rolled your eyes.

“You big?” Ted asked, repeating Billy’s words from earlier to mock him.

“We made 15 million $ in profits last year” Billy replied, raising his eyebrows, and looking at Ted like he was dirt on his shoes.

You let out a short laugh, and Billy’s eyes flickered on yours before they settled back on Ted, whose colors had changed in an impressive way. His skin complexion appeared green, and he looked both furious and humiliated.

“Marines are jarheads anyway” Ted muttered under his breath, and Billy stepped closer to him and addressed him in the same calm, controlled voice:

“Let me assure you, Ted, I’ve learned many interesting things in the Marines. Like how to kill a man in the most efficient ways, or to survive under grenades going off. Helping a brother who just lost his leg, that sorts of things. What have you learned at your rental car company?”

The small audience laughed, and Ted grew red and left, leaving Billy looking smug. You watched a gorgeous red-haired woman apply her hand on Billy’s chest, and you left the conversation, releasing a sigh and shaking your head.

You were not a huge fan of those alpha male standoffs, although you had to admit that Ted was a huge ass. You ordered another drink at the bar and went to settle in a booth, sitting down and retrieving your phone from your bag to check the time. A silhouette approached and when you looked up, Billy fucking Russo was sitting across from you, displaying a conceited grin.

He softly said your name and you repressed a shudder:

“You’re famous” he spoke in his thick New York accent “Frank wouldn’t shut up about you. If I didn’t know any better, I might have thought he’s in love with your or somethin’” he added, drinking from his glass, his eyes looking behind you before settling back on your face. You tilted your head to the side, deciding to humor him.

“It’s odd, I got a similar feeling from Karen” you began “William Russo, the cunning CEO” you teased, gazing back at him.

He smirked “Are you referring to what happened earlier?”

“You mean when you put that imbecile back in his place?” you answered honestly, circling the edges of your glass with a finger.

Billy didn’t reply immediately, his eyes assessing you. You were under the impression that he was trying to figure you out, and it was making you self-conscious.

“I take it you don’t like Ted” he prodded, and you hummed in response.

“I don’t. He’s stupid and offensive. I don’t understand what he’s doing here”

Billy seemed surprised and narrowed his eyes, a small silence settled.

“So, what did Karen say about me?” he asked.

You pretended to think. “Hmmm, I don’t know… What did Frank say about me?”

“I asked you first”

“Says the man in the suit. Isn’t that a bit childish?” you taunted him.

He let out a breath, his dark eyes fixed on you, but he didn’t reply instantly. You examined each other over the edges of your drinks. He finished his bourbon, licked his lips, and clicked his tongue.

“Alright, I’ll go first then” he indicated with a charming smile, “Frank said you were beautiful, smart and funny.”

The praise was unexpected: you were stunned but tried to conceal it. You resisted telling a self-depreciating joke, refusing to indulge in your old patterns.

“Of course, he did” you jested “I’m fucking delightful”.

Billy’s eyes glistened and you sensed that he didn’t expect that answer.

“Indeed, you are” he nodded. The butterflies were back in your tummy, and warmth spread over your chest. “So, what did she say? Karen?” he asked, going back on topic.

You bit your lower lip. “She said you were clever, sarcastic, and popular”. You didn’t mention the attractive part, refusing to stroke his ego.

“Popular?” he repeated “Amongst whom?” he inquired, looking amused.

“That, she didn’t specify, but if I trust the daggers being thrown at me by five different women’s eyes, I’d say you were popular amongst women.”

Billy greeted your veiled compliment and licked his lower lip. You tried to hold his gaze; refusing to indulge in the desire to track the movements of his tongue.

“Do I disappoint?”

You caught your breath, thinking quickly before answering.

“Meh. She forgot to say that you were full of yourself” you shrugged. Billy shook his right shoulder nervously before leaning closer to you, putting his elbows on the table.

“Are you saying that I’m arrogant?” he asked, his black eyes enthralling you. You hummed again.

“Come on, you were gloating earlier”

“What’s wrong with a little self-confidence?” His eyes roamed lazily over your face, and you unconsciously squeezed your thighs together under the table.

“Been there, done that” you countered honestly. “I already gave his chance to an overly confident man before, wasn’t a good idea. Figured I might go for a good guy next time.”

Billy tilted his head to the side “Are you saying I’m a bad guy?” he queried. You repressed a shiver. You couldn’t fall for this bad boy attitude; you were stronger than that.

“I’m saying, Billy” you replied, putting your elbows on the table, mimicking his attitude, “That I don’t think we’d be a good match” you declared. You bit your lower lip and caught his eyes glancing quickly over your mouth before settling back on yours.

A heavy silence settled, and you tried to breathe evenly, paying attention to the fast beating of your heart. Billy kept staring at you, his obsidian eyes piercing right through you. You spared him another smile, stood up and grabbed your things, getting ready to leave. This conversation was approaching dangerous territories, and you weren’t sure that you’d be able to resist his magnetic charm longer. You were drunk, he was insanely attractive, this might not end well.

You looked back at him, ready to say goodnight, when he stood and grabbed your hand. You held your breath again, he stepped closer to you, looking down at you.

“It was nice to meet you” he said, his eyes dark and intense. “Goodnight.”

“Night” you answered, staring back. You tore your hand from his, turned and left, your heart threatening to burst out of your chest.

TODAY

You’re ripped away from your memories by Karen’s voice, and you spot the cabin at the end of the long road. It looks bigger than what you expected: in a cedar clad structure, the place looks huge. It looks both modern and rustic: with gabled roofs and timber siding. The dark façade mimics the surrounding forest, and it is perched on the edge of the lake, nestled in the valley. You retrieve your bags from the trunk, and you eagerly enter the house, Karen telling you that she chose it after discussing the budget with Billy. You raise your eyebrows, looking surprised.

“What? It’s his best friend’s birthday. He’s got money to spend” she laughs, and you shake your head, because this doesn’t sound a Karen thing. She doesn’t like to owe anything to anyone, so her letting Billy pay for the housing leaves you puzzled.  

You enter the place and you’re greeted by modern yet cozy interior, with a large open kitchen, a beautiful living room with many carpets, comfy couches and chairs, and a chimney. Karen informs you that there’s a heated pool, and you watch her squeal in excitement, approaching the window to take the view in. You stare at the mountains and the lake, letting your mind drift off, feeling already appeased by all these large spaces around you. You’re excited to go on a hike tomorrow, thrilled to discover more landscapes.

You help Karen put the groceries for the weekend in the fridge, discussing menus and cocktails, when you hear the revving of an engine. Karen looks at you and breaks into a large smile, and you both go by the door to greet the boys. You’ve travelled separately because they’d come straight from Anvil, Billy’s company. He had hired his best friend as his number two, and they were basically inseparable.

Karen squeals and jumps into Frank’s arms, and you look away, your eyes falling on Billy. He steps out of the car, grinning, and greets you by saying your name. You approach him and he hugs you. You try not to pay attention to the warmth of his body, or the strong grip of his arms around you. Instead, you shake your head and smile, asking him how the drive went.

Billy and you are friends, nothing more. You’ve decided a long time ago that you’d never be able to handle being a quick lay for him, knowing pretty well that you’d fall for him for the exact moment his hands would touch your skin.

Karen is right, you’re crushing hard on the ex-marine, but how can you resist? Billy’s driven, funny, and good looking; but he doesn’t do relationships. He rarely sees a woman more than once; that’s the way he operates. You know that he hooks up with countless women, and you refuse to be another notch on his bed.

To be fair, you’re not even sure he’s attracted to you, because Billy flirts with everyone. You sometimes call him a whore, and he usually laughs, throwing his head back, and closing his eyes. You’ve settled for a nice friendship, and even though he’s not your best friend, you enjoy hanging out with him, Frank, and Karen a few times a month. It’s the first time that you’ll spend several days in his company, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous.

The four of you make your way inside, and the boys ask if you’ve visited the house yet. You reply that you were waiting for them to explore, and you all grab a beer and decide to give yourselves a tour. You start with the indoor pool: it looks beautiful with wooden floors, and large windows that reveal the landscape that surrounds the house. You notice a deck behind the house, with four chairs. Outside, there are comfy exterior couches and a fire pit, and you make plans for s’mores tomorrow night. You head back inside and climb the stairs to investigate the second floor, surprised to find only two bedrooms. Karen gasps, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Oh fuck, I hadn’t noticed that the house only had two beds!” she exclaims, and you feel colors leaving your face. Frank stands awkwardly next to her, and she turns to you.

“I’m so sorry… what can we do?” she asks, and you jump, hearing Billy’s voice coming from behind you.

“It’s fine” he states, “I’ll just sleep on the couch”. You blush intensely and don’t turn to look at him, unable to handle the embarrassment you feel. Your annoyance for Karen has never been stronger, and you glare at her. She shakes her head apologetically, and you roll your eyes, releasing a sigh.

“Alright, let’s prepare dinner” you suggest, heading downstairs.

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Part 2

Big thanks to my beta reader/ biggest source of inspiration @bat-revival​ <3

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A Birthday Gift

Pairing: Nomad!Steve x fem-Reader

Word Count: 5665 (I know, I know)

Summary:  The nomad crew have been holed up with you for months and tensions are high. Nat, being an unrepentant pot stirrer, decides to arrange a pleasant birthday surprise for you.

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit descriptions of consensual violence, SMUT! PORN! 18+!

A/N: Hello my fellow hoes and sluts! My birthday is today and it has me in some kind of mood, so I hunkered down and blasted out this fic. @stargazingfangirl18​‘s lovely Tree Trimming fic has my holes quivering for some hot Nomad sex, so please sit back and enjoy my birthday present to all of you!

You had always hated your birthday.

Fortunately, Nat was completely willing to take your mind off it with a good sparring match. The snow was falling heavy outside of the large windows on the side of the gym, but the minor exertion was keeping you pleasantly warm. You’d been on the mat for almost an hour, but you still couldn’t seem to get your mind to focus.

Of course, it didn’t help when Rogers came in, glowering, to work the bags, giving you a wary look before he settled into his routine.

Nat and the rest of the team had been with you for almost 3 months now. When she had called you after the events in Berlin, to arrange a potential safehouse for her and her compatriots, you of course offered to have them join you at your isolated lodge on the Snæfellsnes peninsula. You were as off the grid as they come, and with the help of your Wakandan friends, still able to provide the modern creature comforts you were sure they had become accustomed to at the Avengers compound.

You had missed Nat, after all. It had been almost 7 years since you last saw her, but the grin she gave you when they landed in the early Autumn made it seem like she’d never left. You got to know everyone else over the months as well. Sam and you bonded quickly after you introduced him to Aquavit and spent the next 2 days helping him slowly move back to solid foods. Vision of course took everything that happened in stride, and while you couldn’t say you were friends, you had developed a mutual respect for each other. Wanda took longer to warm up (understandable after everything she had been through) but when you told her about the time you had spent in Sokovia, she quickly came out of her shell, and the two of you would often stay up through the night reminiscing about your homes. Even Barnes had softened once he got a look at your weapons room and you took it out to the Fjord to test out some next gen tech Shuri had sent you.

The only problem was Rogers.

No matter what you tried, it seemed that every time you got near him his hackles went up. You could feel him watching you constantly, and whenever you met his gaze, he would simply clench his jaw and stalk off like a cat.

“He’s just overprotective.” Nat always said. “He’s a big papa bear protecting his cubs. He’ll warm up.”

You snapped back to the present as Vis and Wanda wandered into the gym chatting idly. She had convinced him to join her out in the snow for a brisk hike, and was now laughing lightly as she brushed a dusting of soft flakes off his shoulders. Bucky was working his way down from the weights level, patting his neck dry with a towel. You heard the pounding on the bags stop, and glanced over to see Rogers unwrapping his hands as he stared at you, but this time he didn’t break eye contact when you met his gaze.

Those deep blue eyes disarmed you, and you lost your concentration for a split second. Nat seized her opportunity and crawled up your back, wrapping he legs around your neck and shoulders to try to get you into a submissive position. You tried to regain your composure, but your instincts kicked in for just a moment, and when you drove yourself back into the mat to break her hold, you landed quite a bit harder than you intended and thought you heard a snap as she gasped out in pain.

“Shit, Nat you good?” You scrambled onto your knees and looked at your friend with concern. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rogers striding over, jaw clenched and brow furrowed. Vis and Wanda stopped their conversation to glance over and Bucky moved quickly to intercept his best friend with a hand on his chest.

Nat broke the tension with a laugh, and everyone in the room relaxed. “God, Y/N, guess you’re still an aggro bitch. I though I might’ve had you for once.”

“Jesus, Nat. I’m sorry, lemme grab you some ice. Anything broken?”

“Don’t think so, just a bruised ego. Look at you, you haven’t even broken a sweat.”

You tossed a pack to her from the freezer, along with her typical post spar electrolyte drink. She gave you a wink as she pressed the pack to her ribs, and you could only shake your head at her.

“Steve, you wanna take over for me?” She said to the large man who was now leaning against one of the windows, only half listening as Barnes tried to distract him, while glaring at you.

You both snapped your heads around to stare at her and started protesting over each other while she grinned back and forth between you.

“That’s probably not a great idea…”

“Don’t want to hurt her…”

“Oh my god, you two are ridiculous. Y/N, you obviously still have to work out your birthday issues, and Steve, you’ve been complaining for the past 3 weeks that me and Buck are getting too predictable.”

“Y/N, it’s your birthday? We should bake you a cake!” Wanda exclaimed, always the little ray of sunshine.

“That’s ok Wand, please don’t.”

“Should we perhaps sing?” Vision was now adding his two cents to the discussion.

“No singing. Thank you, so much, for that, Nat.”

“She’s right Rogers, you’ve been looking pretty bored during our sessions, change of pace might be good for you.”

While you were eternally grateful to Bucky for getting the topic off of your birthday, you really didn’t think Rogers was going to go for this.

“Fine, we’ll give it a shot.”

You looked at him with surprise, but gave a shrug and nodded. You definitely still needed something to take your mind off the day. You loved Nat, but always felt the need to hold back during your sessions, and it might be nice to take the safety off.

Nat looked like the cat that ate the canary for some unknown reason, as she giggled and clapped her hands before setting down onto one of the stools to observe. Bucky looked relieved as he leaned back against the wall, chugging the contents of his water bottle. Wanda and Vis went back to their flirty conversation, content to let you two do your own thing.

You unzipped your hoody and threw it to the side, stretching your neck and bouncing on the balls of your feet to loosen up. Rogers looked you over, eyes lingering over your tattoos that you realized he’d never seen since most of them were easily covered by a long sleeve shirt. He pulled his own sweatshirt over his head, and you had a hard time not taking a second to appreciate just how good his torso looked in a simple grey tee.

“Jesus, you two, just get to it.”

The look you shot Nat was pure poison. You weren’t sure what her game was, but you’d be sure to break out the vodka later tonight and get it out of her.

You squared up with the captain, keeping a loose stance on the balls of your feet while he brought up his fists and shrugged his shoulders.

His first strike seemed sluggish, and you slapped it aside easily, frowning at him. He shuffled forward, throwing a few more jabs that you also dodged. Was he holding back on you?

The next few shots he tried to take all but confirmed it; he was pulling his punches. You ducked around them easily, starting to get frustrated. You stepped inside his reach and delivered three quick strikes to his abdomen, followed by an open-handed push to the center of his chest, causing him to take two steps backwards.

His eyes narrowed at you. He was just hoping to get Nat and Buck off his back. Nat had been trying to get him to interact with you for months, but there was something about you that set off warning bells in his head. He trusted Nat and Nat trusted you, which should have been good enough, but he couldn’t get over the thought that there was something dangerous about you that he couldn’t figure out. He’d hoped that a quick spar would appease Nat and get whatever was bugging him about you out of his system, but he had expected you to be on Nat’s level of physicality. The contemptuous way you slapped his blows aside, and the way you got under his guard fast, only made him more wary.

You saw him adjust his stance and tucked in his arms, and gave him a small smirk as you stepped back and raised your fists again.

He moved forward quickly this time, throwing a quick combo of punches aimed at your head and torso and trying to get his arms around you for a hold. You still dodged his strikes easily and when he tried to put you in a hold, you delivered a swift knee to the juncture of his waist on his left side, dancing back again.

His long hair had fallen into is eyes at this point, and when he straightened back up, the look of appraisal he gave was laced with frustration.

Your breathing was still even and relaxed, and Nat had been right, you hadn’t broken a sweat at all in the past 45 minutes. You loosely rolled one tattooed shoulder and gave him a grin, practically begging him to try again.

He clenched his jaw and rushed you. You kept dodging his blows or batting them aside but when he brought his foot around suddenly you moved a little too slow and felt it glance off your cheekbone. He took advantage of your brief surprise and moved behind you whip fast, wrapping one arm around your neck as he braced the other around your right shoulder and he tried to force you to the ground. You sprung your legs off the mat, raising them above your waist before swinging them back down as you got your left hand behind his head and grabbed the back of his tee, then used your momentum to fling him over your shoulders and toss him 15 feet across the room.

He shot up fast and turned back to with a look of complete shock on his face as he crouched into a protective stance. He stared at you like that for a beat before clenching his jaw and straightening up, rolling his head to right.

You followed his line of sight, perplexed. Bucky had jolted off of the wall and looked ready for a fight, flicking his gaze between you and Rogers. Wanda was staring at you with surprise, but was still relaxed. Vis looked at everyone around the room in confusion, trying to understand where the sudden tension had come from. The only person who seemed unfazed by what happened was Nat, all doe eyed innocence as she sipped her drink, not making eye contact with you or Rogers.

Poor Sam chose this moment to wander in. “Hey, Y/N, I heard it’s your b-day. You ready for me to drink you under… What happened?”

“Fuck’s sake Nat, you didn’t tell them.” You hissed at her.

“It didn’t really seem important, Y/N. Besides, it’s your secret.”

“Not a secret Nat. Jesus.”

“Someone want to tell me what the fuck I missed?” Sam was still flicking his gaze around the room, trying to figure out what was happening.

“Y/N just threw Steve across the room like a ragdoll.” Bucky said.

“Oh, word? Interesting.” Sam said.

“Someone want to explain this situation to me, slowly?” Rogers was looking murderously between you and Nat, and you honestly could have killed her yourself.

“Oh, did everyone not know about Y/N’s brain implants?”

All of you looked at Vision when he piped up, and he got a grin on his face like he had just solved an especially difficult puzzle.

“Baby, I think it’s safe to say only you and Nat knew.” Wanda whispered to him.

“But wasn’t that why we came here? Y/N has been hiding from multiple governments for years and her expertise has been very helpful in shielding us from both the United Nations and Stark industries.”

“Yeah, honey, just assume that you’re the only one who knows what you’re talking about.” Wanda said exasperatedly.

“Oh, well then, Y/N was part of an experimental program run by HYDRA under the guise of SHIELD during the 1990s where adolescents received brain implants designed by Dr. Emil Zola to increase sensory perception, decrease pain receptors, and specifically, maximize the efficiency of fast twitch muscle fibers via the phosphagen system, allowing use of these muscles for longer periods of time without negative effects. This was of course after multiple failed trials with a new super soldier serum.

“The program’s graduates were deployed at the beginning of the second Gulf War, purportedly to hunt terrorists, but were also used as HYDRA’s own assassination squad in the eastern hemisphere. The program was discontinued at the end of 2007 and it was thought that all the graduates were culled, but Y/N simply disappeared on mission at the Wakandan border. I admit, I was a bit surprised when she greeted us as she’s presumed dead by most intelligence agencies, but I thought her history was the reason we chose this location. Did I miss anything?” Vis looked at you with genuine interest.

“No that’s pretty much it, thanks.” You said flatly, running a hand over your face.

“See, not that big of a deal.” Nat shrugged.

“Well, Vis and I are going to head to bed.” Wanda chirped up, looking nervously between you, Nat, and the two super soldiers who were now staring at you again. She ushered Vision out of the room quickly and shushed him as he tried to ask if he had done something wrong.

“You really didn’t think this is something I might have wanted to know Nat?” Steve had now turned his attention back to your friend, murder written all over his face.

“No, Steve. Like I said, this is Y/N’s business and it changes literally nothing about how much I trust her. I can’t help it that you got your panties in a bunch over some perceived threat when I told you over and over again that I would willingly put my life in her hands in any situation.”

“You should have told them Nat.” You shook your head at her. She was still playing some sort of game, you could tell, but you didn’t know what.

“Ok, fine, I’m sorry. I just didn’t think you wanted the drama, or to have Barnes look at you like some little lost lamb.”

“Aw geez, Buck, stop looking at me like that or I’m going to punch you. I’m fine.”

“Ahm, sorry.” Bucky’s look of overwhelming sympathy would have been heartbreaking if it had been directed at anybody but you, and you really couldn’t handle that right now. “I’m here to talk if you ever need it.”

“Thanks, Barnes.”

“Besides, you and Steve are both in desperate need of a good fuck, and I thought an impromptu discovery like this would give you the push you need.”

And there it was.

“Well, I’m going to have to make it a rain check on those birthday drinks Y/N, look at the time, it’s… 6 PM. Let’s go Barnes.” Sam was now looking everywhere except at you and Rogers as he did his best to drag Bucky, who was doubled over crying with laughter, out of the gym.

You and Steve glared at Nat as she just sat there grinning, looking overly pleased with herself. A flush was creeping up Rogers neck as his fists tightened and loosened. You could see his jaw clenching under his beard and the tendons on his neck stand out in a look of absolute fury.

“You are such a meddling bitch, Romanoff.” You growled at her. Sure, it had been a while, but you were plenty capable of taking care of yourself, which you had told her after she plied you with three bottles of good Russian vodka.

“Yep.” She hopped off her stool and tossed her ice pack into the freezer. “I’m gonna leave you two to it. Talk, fight, fuck, do something. Your sexual tension is bringing down the vibe.”

She easily dodged the kettle bell you lobbed at her head with a laugh as she scurried out of the gym, closing the door behind her.

After about a minute of uncomfortable silence, you and Rogers turned back to each other. His face was no longer bright red as he looked at you, but you noticed something new in his gaze. His pupils were dilated as he peered at you through the hair that had fallen into his eyes. His breathing was deeper as he stepped closer and looked down at you. You were quite a bit taller than Nat, but still only came up to his eyes. He had moved his gaze to your chest, which was rising and falling in a slightly faster rhythm as he took you in, before moving it to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

“Wanna talk?” he asked.

“Nope.”

“Fight?”

“OK.”

You both took several steps back, retreating to your corners. Some unspoken agreement passed between you and Steve ripped off his t-shirt and sweatpants, until he was down to only his boxer briefs. You removed your sweats as well until you stood there in your sports bra and boy shorts. Neither of you examined whether you were doing this to increase your range of motion or for some other, hungrier reason.

You gazed at each other for a beat, drinking each other in. Steve rolled his broad shoulders and neck, bending from side to side briefly as you watched the muscles in his abdomen tighten and relax as he stretched. You reached your arms over your head before folding yourself over to wrap your arms around the backs of your thighs, twisting yourself to loosen your back muscles and feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

After straightening back up, you each gave each other a swift nod then rushed forward wordlessly.

You managed to gain the upper hand first when you vaulted over him as he dove at you, wrapping one arm around his throat as you carried your momentum and brought him to the ground, coiling your legs around his torso like a snake and stretching his right arm out with yours, pinning it in place.

He reached his left arm over his shoulder and punched you in the face.

You let go of him with a grunt and rolled up quickly, but he was able to get behind you and grabbed your left wrist with his right hand, hauling you over his shoulder while his left arm wrapped around your thigh and he drove you backwards into the mat, knocking the air out of your lungs before rolling over to try to pin you.

You got one leg between the two of you and drove your foot into the center of his chest, sending him flying across the room to crash into the free weights. You didn’t give him a chance to recover before charging back into him driving a fist into first his ribs, then his hip and causing him to buckle over before you wrapped one knee around his chest and rolled forward, slamming him into the ground so hard the floor cracked as you went to straddle him.

He caught your knee and carried you into a kneeling position before throwing you into the sandbags with enough force to knock one loose. You landed heavily and grabbed a kettle bell, whipping at him. He barely dodged it as he covered his head and it glanced off his forearm, giving you enough time to rush forward.

He caught you in the center of the mat and twisted you over him until you were pinned; one of your wrists in each of his hands above your head, legs wrapped around your thighs forcing them apart as he pressed his whole body weight into you.

You stopped struggling finally and stared up at him. You both were breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Steve’s hair was falling into his eyes, which were now lust blown as he stared at your lips. You could feel the muscles in his torso twitching against you as he held you in place.

He suddenly released your wrists without a word, and brought one hand behind your head to pull your mouth to his hungrily. His tongue ran along your lower lip and you opened yourself up to him, sighing into his mouth.

His other hand worked its way down your back as his legs loosened their hold on yours and he pressed your hips into his. You felt him start to grind his hardened cock into your mound and let out a low moan. He growled into your lips before releasing your head and started to kiss and bite his way down your neck, drawing soft whimpers from you as he did.

When he reached the tops of your breasts he pulled away from you suddenly to skim one hand up your abdomen before hooking three fingers under the edge of your sports bra and slowly drawing it over your head, eyes boring into yours as he did so. Once his obstacle had been removed, he nuzzled his face into the valley between your tits before gently sucking a bruise there as his beard scratched against your skin. He then moved his mouth to first your right nipple, then your left; rolling them between his teeth and tongue as you pressed your chest further into his face with a gasp.

He continued his downward journey, dipping his tongue into your navel before he reached the top of your shorts. He slowly drew them down your thighs and off until you were laying underneath him, fully bare and wanton, your cunt clenching around nothing as he stared up at you, resting his chin on your lower abdomen as his eyes asked you a silent question and you nodded, almost imperceptibly.

He drew your knees over his shoulders and pulled you down until his beard was flush against your mound. He nuzzled into the soft hair there before kissing the inside of your thighs slowly, his beard scratching the soft skin there as he gently ran the edge of his teeth up to your juncture then back down at an agonizingly slow pace. When you felt him breathe against your entrance, you wrapped one hand in his hair and moaned, and when his tongue found your clit you screamed and arched your back into him.

His tongue slowly circled your clit as he brought up his right hand and brushed his pointer and middle fingers through your arousal slowly, before inserting one finger into your pussy at a deliciously slow pace. You felt him smile against you as you moaned, wrapping your thighs around his neck as he moved in and out, curling his finger against that soft, spongy spot over and over again before adding another finger.

His tongue had stopped drawing it’s slow circles and was now pressing and releasing against you at faster intervals, causing your breath to hitch in your chest as you writhed against his face. He held a third finger at the edge of your entrance and when you pressed yourself into it, he inserted it into your canal, stretching you so good you let out a thin whine. He shook his head back and forth quickly but gently, adding a brand new sensation before he began to suck on your clit.

All the breath rushed out of you at once as you brought your second hand to press his head further into you. His fingers were fucking into you fast now and you felt the tension in your abdomen building as he alternated between sucking and licking at the small bundle of nerves. When he finally latched on, at the same time he curled all three fingers against your g-spot, you came apart around him, screaming his name as your thighs wrapped around his head like a vise as every muscle in your back tightened, thrusting your torso off the mat violently before you sank back down, relaxing as Steve helped you ride it out.

His name was the first thing either of you had said in almost 15 minutes, and he didn’t want to break the silence now. He was afraid if either of you spoke, you’d break the spell that seemed to have settled over you. Instead of saying anything, he gently pulled you down until you were straddling his waist, then nuzzled his face into the juncture between your neck and shoulder before resting his forehead on yours and staring into your eyes.

You looked back at him, blinking slowly as you moved your hands down to his hips and slipping your fingers under the edge of his boxer briefs. You slipped them over his hips slowly, and you felt his legs shifting in between yours as he moved himself to help you remove them, never breaking eye contact with you. You matched each other’s breathing as he shifted his hips and lined himself up at your entrance, his eyes giving you a pleading look. You shifted your hips closer to him, and he slowly breached you with his tip, closing his eyes as he did so and letting out a low moan from the back of his throat. He started thrusting into you slowly, trying not to collapse on top of you as he held himself back.

You brought your face up to his and slowly kissed him, gently drawing your tongue along the outside of his lips. The hand you didn’t have buried in his hair moved to his lower back and pressed him into you further, and you softly whispered against his mouth “Please…”

He let out a feral growl and settled his full weight on top of you as his hands moved from their supportive positions. One moved underneath you to hold you against him as he fucked into you fast, the other buried itself in your hair as he wrenched your head back and ran his teeth over your throat, nipping at the small hollow at its base. His hand on your back tilted your hips so each drive of his brought him flush against your clit, and you started breathlessly whimpering as he drove into you at a punishing speed.

Your second orgasm came almost without warning. You felt yourself flutter around him one moment when he suddenly tilted your hips just right and you were seeing stars, your body spasming as an uncontrollable wave of pleasure crashed over you repeatedly.

Steve still wasn’t finished though. He gave you a kiss like a starving man before pulling out of you suddenly. You groaned at the loss before he flipped you over fast and slammed back into you, causing you to let out a cry as his tip kissed your cervix.

He maneuvered you into the position he wanted quickly; one knee hooked over his leg and brought up close to your side with your other leg stretched behind you. He brought one arm underneath you to wrap a massive hand around your throat while the other tangled itself in your hair and drew your head back enough for him to kiss you hard, shoving his tongue down your throat as he continued to drive into you.

You had another orgasm almost immediately. Your pussy was fluttering and clenching like crazy as your body almost vibrated with pleasure. Steve still wasn’t slowing down and you were having so much trouble catching your breath you were worried you were going to pass out. You couldn’t stop driving your hips back into him though, matching his pace and feeling the tension in your core begin to gather again. You rolled your eyes back in your head and let out a thin whimper as you moved a hand between your thighs, trying to gain some sort of control over your own pleasure before your brain short-circuited.

Steve ripped your fingers from your throbbing clit with a growl and replaced them with his own, drawing harsh circles around the overstimulated bundle as you gasped and whimpered. He moved the hand he had at your throat to cup your chin, and tugged at your bottom lip with his thumb. You opened your mouth to gently nip at the rough pad as you felt his hips start to stutter, and he when he bit into your shoulder harshly you let out a scream and came apart violently, shaking underneath him uncontrollably.

His own release was right behind yours, and you felt his hot spend coating your insides as you fluttered around him and he wordlessly roared into your ear. He collapsed on top of you, burying his face in your neck and breathing deeply as he moved his hand from your face to softly cup your breast, lazily rolling one nipple in between his fingers and you came down from your respective highs.

You felt him softening inside you as you started to untangle yourselves. He slowly pulled out and you let out a small sigh at the loss of him. You heard him groan as he caught the sight of his cum slowly leaking out of your swollen cunt, and he left a slow trail of kisses down your spine before gently turning you over.

You wrapped one hand around the back of his neck and pulled your face up to his, kissing him deeply as your other hand trailed through the hair on his chest before coming to rest on his abdomen. He rested his forehead against yours again as you both got your breathing under control, before he broke out in an absolutely sinful grin.

You both started laughing then, the previous tension completely broken as you buried your face in his neck and he held you close to him, shaking with laughter.

“Oh my god, I really did need a good fuck.” You said breathlessly, tears leaking down your cheeks.

“Yeah, well I’d say we shouldn’t give Nat the satisfaction of knowing she’s right but I doubt she wasn’t listening in this whole time.”

“Jesus, of course she was. She’ll never stop meddling now.”

He grunted in agreement before giving you a brief kiss to the top of your head, then you separated yourselves to stumble around and locate your clothes.

The gym was an absolute wreck. Aside from the crack in the floor, the weight racks had fallen over in a domino effect after you had kicked Steve into one and two of the sandbags were leaking everywhere.

You were both covered in bruises from the sparring session and the stiffness you always felt after overexertion seemed to have multiplied tenfold as you struggled to pull your sweats back on, groaning at how tight your muscles were. Steve seemed to be feeling it as well as he let out a hiss through his teeth when he pulled his sweatshirt back over his head.

Once you were both dressed, he stalked over to you like a cat and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you in for one more kiss.

“Guess we should go face the rest of them.” He said, resigned.

You groaned as he dragged you out of the gym, hand in hand, to endure what you were sure was going to be a chorus of cat calls and innuendos, but when the two of you arrived in the living area, it was just Nat curled up on the sofa, giving the two of you a satisfied smirk.

“Where is everyone?” You asked her, looking around to see if maybe they had moved into the kitchen.

Nat threw back her head and laughed. “Oh they all ran out into the snow once you two really got started. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look as embarrassed as Bucky did in my entire life. He forgot his shoes.” She was crying with laughter.

“Outside, Nat, it’s freezing out there!” The sun had already gone down with how late in the year it was and once that happened, the temperature would drop severely.

“I told them but they couldn’t handle it. Bunch of prudes.”

“Yeah, while you sat here and listened, you pervert.” You and Steve started pulling on boots and coats to head out after them.

“I’m the pervert! While you two had the world’s loudest fuckfest less than 20 feet away from the rest of your housemates, hey!” You had thrown her coat at her face and she caught it to shrug around her shoulders. “They probably had to go out five miles before they weren’t able to hear you.”

Steve growled at her as he ripped the front door open and headed out with you on his heels.

“Oh, you’re welcome by the way! It sure would be nice to get some appreciation for your birthday gift, Y/N… shit.”

Steve had lobbed a snowball the size of a golden retriever at her that she barely dodged at the last minute, cursing under her breath.

Steve wrapped an arm around you as you headed out into the fields to find your poor housemates and apologize, nuzzling himself into your hair with a grin. “Happy birthday.” He murmured to you, giving you a quick kiss before ruining the moment by bellowing “Barnes, get your dumbass back here, you forgot your boots!”

You grinned at him, looking up at the sky where the borealis had started and thinking that maybe birthdays weren’t so bad after all.

#chris evans smut #smut #steve rogers #nomad steve #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #writing

[wondernimbus]

meet the weasleys — george weasley

pairing: george weasley x female!reader

summary: george takes reader to meet his family.

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

"I’m nervous."

"Well, don't be."

"Thank you, George. That somehow just alleviated all of my worries."

George snickers and squeezes her hand in reassurance. “Just relax. My family doesn't bite—or, well, Ron used to, but that was back when he was, what, five? And besides, you already know him, and he's never bit you before, has he?"

"Not helping."

"And you've met most of my family already."

“I haven't met your mum. Or your dad. Or Bill and Charlie,” she argues, eyes worriedly darting from George’s own to the wooden door in front of them.

George laughs again. His eyes don’t fail to catch onto the way she’s frantically tapping her foot against the ground, how she keeps worrying at her bottom lip. The sight has him grinning widely; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t horribly endeared.

“Listen,” he says, removing his fingers from her own in favor of turning her around to face him. George’s hands go to her neck, cradling the sides of her cheeks. “They’re going to love you. And if they don’t—well, I can always find a different family.”

”George,” she sighs.

”Only joking,” he grins, and leans in to press a very brief kiss to the tip of her nose. “But I mean it. They’ll adore you. Possibly even more than I do, although that’s up for debate.”

She lets out a long breath, pursing her lips together in a feeble attempt at a smile, but George commends her for trying. He drops his hands back to his sides and laces his fingers through her own again, turning to face the door like they’re about to venture into some sort of grand adventure and not into his family’s living room—and George is about to twist open the knob, until [Y/N] goes, “Wait.”

He glances at her. Her eyes are wide and the look on her face still so uncertain. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, she asks him, “How do I look?”

The grin on George’s face is so impossibly wide. “Like a billion galleons,” he tells her. Just because he can’t resist the urge, he swoops down to press one more chaste kiss to her lips. And then finally, he twists the knob.

The moment George steps foot through the door, he’s immediately enveloped by the wafting scent of something being cooked on the stove. It smells familiar, like he should know what it is, but George has never been much of a chef. But he recognizes the sounds—the voices—coming from the kitchen despite all of them mingling together to form one raucous chorus of chatter. He knows exactly which voice belongs to who—knows that the loud shriek is his mum reprimanding one of them, knows that the sound of someone whining is very likely Ron. That laugh is Bill’s, too, mingled with Fred’s voice. George just knows, automatically, without even having to think about it. George knows, too, without looking down on the “welcome” mat in front of the door, that there are going to be muddy boots on top it—and there they are. He steps around them. George knows that there is going to be a quilt magically knitting itself together on the couch without even having to look at it—and there it is.

And just like that, he knows he’s home.

Something about having [Y/N] in the vicinity of a place so important to him—a place that’s part of him—has his heart feeling full. He pauses for a moment in the doorway, taking it all in, but he’s snapped out of his brief spell of inexplicable happiness when his father comes lumbering out of the door leading to the kitchen.

“George!” his dad exclaims loudly, and just like that all chatter from the room behind him ceases (“They’re here?!” he hears his mother panic). “We didn’t hear you come in!”

”Likely because mum was too busy screaming,” George grins, and walks forward to envelop his father in a hug.

”Ah, yes—Fred arrived half an hour ago and terrified Ron out of his wits with some sort of fake—no, actually, nevermind that! This must be [Y/N].”

Arthur’s eyes have landed on her, and George actually has to give her a little nudge for her to say something. Her eyes widen like she’s surprised at being addressed (as though the entire point of this gathering hadn’t been to get to introduce her), but then her lips break out into a smile and she steps forward to shake his father’s outstretched hand.

”It’s really nice to meet you,” she says, eyes crinkling at the edges. George stands to the side watching the scene unfold, feeling oddly proud.

”Yes, of course!” Arthur nods with remarkable enthusiasm, smiling just as wide. “I’ve heard so many wonderful things about you! You’re Muggle-born, correct?”

She lets out a tinkling laugh. “Yes, that’s right.”

”Brilliant!” he claps his hands together—but George knows exactly where this is going, so he cuts his father off and says, “I think we can address the function of a rubber duck later over dinner, dad.”

Arthur pauses, seemingly dejected, but then gathers himself and nods. “Oh, right, well, I suppose—“

”[Y/N]!”

And there’s George’s mum, Molly, coming from the kitchen, hurriedly pulling off her oven mitts to rush straight towards [Y/N] and envelop her in a big, warm hug. “Oh!” [Y/N] exclaims, obviously taken a bit by surprise given that the two of them have never met before, but eventually she breaks out into light laughs and hugs her back. [Y/N] meets George’s gaze over Molly’s shoulder; he gives her this encouraging sort of smile, and then jokingly complains, ”Blimey. S’pose I’m not missed here anymore.”

”Oh, quiet, you!” Molly frets, waving a dismissive hand in the air (George laughs) and then pulling away from [Y/N] to grip her by the arms and gush, “You’re far prettier than I could have ever imagined!”

[Y/N] flushes a shade of vibrant pink. “Oh, no—but thank you—“

”Have you gotten your vision checked lately, [Y/N]?” It’s Fred, leaning on the kitchen doorframe with a toy snake dangling from his hand. “Or do you really want to be with Georgey despite his baffling similarities to a mountain troll?"

”We’re twins, you prat.” George smacks the back of Fred’s head.

“Ah, right.” Fred is grinning despite having received a blow to the head. “It’s lovely seeing you, future-sister-in-law.”

Fred and [Y/N] have known each other just as long as she and George have, having gone to Hogwarts at the same time all those years ago. All three of them had bonded over their mutual love for pranks, although [Y/N] had always been their babysitter of sorts—the one who made sure none of their jokes went too far out of line. George loved her for it; loved how considerate and gentle she was despite her undeniable mischief. But he’d only really gotten himself to tell her after the war; one brief visit of hers to the joke shop turned into two, and then three, and then suddenly [Y/N] was always hanging around somewhere in Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, helping the business run along. It was Fred who convinced George, only six months ago, to confess his admiration for her after five years of holding himself back.

After the war, George had all the time in the world to take as many risks as he could. So he told her—and now here they are: [Y/N] ruffling Fred’s hair fondly, George trying to fend off his mother’s hands trying to fix his hair (“don’t you think you need a haircut, sweetie?”), and Ron making his grand entrance from behind Fred.

”Ron!” [Y/N] exclaims, catching sight of him, and then jokingly she adds, “I haven’t seen you in ages—last time I saw you you were the size of a Pygmy Puff.”

Ron scoffs out a laugh. “You’re only two years older than me, you know,” he huffs, but lets her hug him, anyway.

Brief introductions are made as Bill and Charlie enter the room. George watches as [Y/N] shakes their hands—Charlie hugs her, as he’s always been big on affection—and just like that George knows that she’s won all of them over, the way she’d done to him. The way she still does to him, after all this time.

Five minutes later they're being ushered into the garden behind the Burrow, where a long wooden table has been set up. There are golden streamers draped all around the bushes and hanging from the branches of trees, but that's hardly what captures George and [Y/N]'s attention first because at the very end of the long table, a large banner is floating in mid-air: one that says "WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!" in glittering silver letters.

George doesn't miss the look on [Y/N]'s face when she sees this; her eyes almost seem to well up with tears, and despite the picture-perfect setting in front of him—despite the golden streamers and the balloons and the faerie lights hanging in mid-air—it's that look on [Y/N]'s face that has his breath catching in his throat and his heart doing odd little double-takes inside his chest.

He loves her, he realizes. It’s nothing new—shouldn't be anything new to him, as he's known it for quite a while now—but still there are moments like this one where he pauses and has to take a while to let it sink in; the fact that the woman next to him, whose smile reminds him of every single happy moment he has ever lived through, loves him just as much as he loves her.

Knowing that is absolutely surreal.

"We didn't expect you to arrive so early!" Molly says, obviously harried as she passes by them bearing a cauldron of steaming soup. “The cookies are still baking—and [Y/N], honey, I sent Ginny upstairs to go fetch your sweater, she should be down any time soon—Ron, Fred, will you stop that!”

The two, who had been wrestling with the toy snake Fred held in his hands earlier, immediately drop their hands to their sides. “T’was Fred who started it,” grumbles Ron.

”And I plan on ending it!” Fred emits some sort of war-cry, but stops when he spots the look on his mother’s face. “Kidding, mum.”

—

It takes a good half-hour or so before the last of the dishes are finally set on the table and everyone is seated. There’s food of all sorts in front of them—treacle tarts, cakes, pudding, pie—and [Y/N], who initially thought she’d feel too nervous to eat anything, eats with ease. Like everyone else around the table, she’s wearing a fuzzy red sweater with her initial sewn in front; a gift to her from Molly. The moment she’d laid eyes on it she knew it was her favorite thing in the entire world.

She tells this to George, who raises his eyebrows and replies snarkily, “I’m gonna have to ask for you to return the necklace I gave you, then.”

”Oh, sod off,” she laughs, rolling her eyes, but she lets him spoon pie into her mouth.

“Gah, get a room!” complains Fred.

”It’s not like they’re snogging,” says Charlie.

”Would you like us to?” grins George, earning him a slap to the shoulder from [Y/N].

”There are children here, George,” she scolds.

”You’re only two years older!” protests Ron.

No one really notices, but the sun has long since sunken below the horizon. Everyone around the table is immersed in chatter; Ron, for example, has been roped into a passionate debate with Fred and George about the true purpose of Pygmy Puffs. (“They only exist to ask for food and jump around and make annoying little noises!” says Ron, to which George responds with, “That sounds like you, Ron.”) [Y/N], meanwhile, is offering an explanation to Arthur about the rubber duck.

“They don’t do much of anything, really. They float and squirt and sometimes they make noises.”

But Arthur looks disappointed, as though he’d been expecting something much more grand. So [Y/N], not wanting to bring down his mood, decides to add, ”I believe they’re also used to keep—um—Grindylows away from your bathwater.”

Mr. Weasley positively beams with joy. “Is that right? I told you, Molly, rubber ducks are magnificent little things!”

Molly gives her husband an exasperated look, but it disappears the moment she turns to [Y/N]. “We’re so glad to have you here, sweetie,” she tells her, reaching over the table to grasp her hand and offering her the most motherly smile [Y/N] has ever seen. “We’ve heard so many good things about you. George speaks so very highly of you—and he was right, you really are perfect for him!"

[Y/N] flushes, smiling. “Thank you, Mrs. Weasley.”

”Oh, no, no, call me Molly,” she laughs, waving a hand in the air. “You’re part of the family now, dear. No need for formalities.”

And [Y/N] does feel like it—like she’s part of this table. This family. Not just the girlfriend of one of their sons but someone who actually belongs.

It’s odd, in a magical sort of way, how all of their random conversations blend together to form one harmonious burst of chatter, how everything and everyone in that table just works. Like puzzle pieces from different sets, she thinks to herself. And they shouldn't fit, but they do.

So this is home for George. This is the place he grew up in. This is where his heart lives.

She can't help the way her eyes stray to him every now and then, noting the sheer joy reflected in his eyes, the way the smile on his lips never really goes away. How, even when Ron flicks a strawberry at his face—even when George threatens to send a whole army of pygmy puffs after him—there's still that joyful glint in his eyes.

With the end of winter right around the corner, surrounded by the family that has welcomed her with open arms, holding the hand of her very favorite person underneath table, fireflies flitting around above them as laughter echoes around the table: [Y/N] feels safe. Happy.

So this is home.

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The next morning, [Y/N] and George find themselves walking along the edge of the woods where meadow rues grow, a little ways away from the Burrow. They walk unhurried, the soles of their feet swishing against the blades of grass with each step, hands hanging loosely intertwined between them.

They’d woken up before anyone else, when the sun had just barely begun to rise. George had told her to "Get up, I want to take you somewhere" and admittedly she'd whined a little, claiming to need five more minutes of sleep, but George, laughing, threw her over his shoulder and threatened to carry her all the way there if she didn't oblige.

But now, she's glad she came with.

At one point she stops walking, lifts her face to the sky and closes her eyes against the warmth of the sun, taking a deep breath and soaking in everything that the morning wants to bring her. George watches her without question, a fond little smile already tugging on the edges of his lips without him even realizing. [Y/N] is beautiful in the sunlight—or any light at all, actually. George isn't entirely convinced someone like her—someone so breathtakingly beautiful and gentle and patient—would want someone like him. But when he tugs on her hand, turning her around to face him, and when he cups her jaw and guides her closer to press their mouths together, she lets him. She doesn't even think about it. Just melts into him like it's the only thing she knows how to do.

And then she pulls back slightly but stays close, runs a palm down the length of George’s arm and links their fingers together.

"It’s not much," he tells her, voice uncharacteristically quiet. A little unsure. "But it's home." Because, now that the excitement from yesterday has faded, George knows what his house could look like to someone who hasn't lived there all their life—knows that it looks messy, like pieces of it were thrown together haphazardly. It’s not a manor. Nothing like the kind of houses you see featured on Witch Weekly. He knows that [Y/N] isn't the type to care, but still—

"I love it," she pulls away, throwing her head back in an actual laugh—the kind that reminds George of everything good in the world. "I love this place, George. And your brothers and Ginny and your parents. Yesterday was.." she pauses, calming down a little, taking in a deep breath as she squeezes his hand in her own. "It was magical."

Quietly, with her eyes skittering away to look back at the Burrow behind them, she tells him, "I'm really happy, George."

George knows he'll remember this moment forever. The day is just beginning, and he is standing on the edge of a forest-line with a girl who looks at him like in spite of however many weird things he does, whatever dumb things he says, however embarrassing and difficult and painful some days might be, George is still worthy of being hers.

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[lune-hime]

Hi! Are you still writing? If not then disregard this, but I was wondering if you could write the first meeting between Logan and reader that was mentioned in Blast from the Past? I think there was something about a skateboard and a torrential downpour if I’m not mistaken haha. Thanks so much! And I love your fics btw :)

Hi! I am also a big fan of your writing too! :) Thank you so much for being incredibly patient with me on this request. I apologize for how long this has taken me to get out, preparing for graduate school has left me with much less time to write than I anticipated. I’m sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy the first meeting of dear reader and Mr. Kitty Claws <3 

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Zzzt.

Do tell me, please, why you presently found yourself alone at sunset (which-by the way-you couldn’t even see through the thick, gravely, storm clouds) on a remote hiking trail, optimistically ignoring the forecast for torrential rain, with only a windbreaker, backpack, and your longboard tucked under your arm?

Zzzt.  

I mean, really, this is how young women like you got chloroformed, dragged through the bramble, and stabbed on the stale and musty floorboards of a serial killer’s cabin.

Zzzt.  

And you can’t even fucking skate on a mountain trail.

Zzzt Zzzt.

Did I mention no cell service either? Oh, and how about that creepy dead, freshly killed deer a few minutes back on the side of the trail?

Zzzzzt-zap.

This time your sharp reflexes and highly precisioned energy electrocuted two mosquitos out of this dimension before they could land on your collarbone.

I get it though, mosquitoes and the sky teetering on the edge of cracking open aside, this was what you needed right now. This is where you needed to be right now, even if this was the world’s most questionable hiking trip.

Canada was indeed everything you needed and more. Sure, you had to constantly use dingy porta-potties and lactic acid inducing manual labor while you were working in the field. But it was rewarding and interesting and most of all it gave you a break from..well...you.

It seemed a bizarre decision by your family to pack up and leave for another country, even if it was only one border away. From their perspective it was hard to comprehend why a woman in her mid twenties in the summer of her first year of graduate school at NYU would want to galivant around in the remote corners of British Columbia. She should be networking with scientists and politicians she’s met during her internships, attending lavish banquets for anthropological research, and of course extending her plus-one invites to her loving, supporting, family.

You audibly scoffed at their idealistic fantasy.

Charles and your friends at the mansion couldn’t have been more encouraging. When the professor had told you about the opportunity to work at archeological dig sites of ancient excavated First Nations villages in the farthest Canadian wilderness from New England yachts and neon kissed skyscrapers, you couldn’t say yes fast enough.

You mentally chanted to yourself that this was a much needed reset as the clouds hungrily followed the crunching of your boots against deceased maple leaves. The looming canopy of conifers seemed to gain density as your steps dodged the slugs that emerged from the dirt to worship the incoming blessings of rain. You let the creaking of the wind against the broad trunks of the pines and the grayed blanket of air wash the stress from the work week away and lull you into a false sense of calm.

The first droplets of rain tapped against the ferns in a gentle percussion as you weaved over precariously growing roots. You used your free hand to fling your hood up and zipped your jacked as far up as it could go in preparation for more precipitation. Through the thin fabric your ears picked up a rustling in the brush that was definitely too grounded to be the wind.

Playful, hoarse grunts erupted from the ferns as two grizzly cubs rolled out of the bushes and onto the path in front of you. Your eyes threatened to pop out of your head as you watched them tumble through the pine needles and bite at each other’s ears.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” Curses looped across your mind as your breath began to quicken in the eerie silence that now overtook the forest. Azure energy crackled along the spaces between your fingers as they twitched in fear.

Shit , you were a city girl. And they never offered classes on how to defend yourself from threatening wildlife at university or the mansion. Are grizzlies the kind you need to play dead with? Or climb a tree? Fuck you couldn’t even climb the stairs half the time without getting winded. One thing you did know, however, was if the babies were here than their mother-

It happened so quickly that your mind struggled to keep pace with your fingers. An unmistakable breathy growl manifested to your right as the mother in question charged you. Your flight instinct was first to kick in as you scrambled backwards down the trail. You only got a few feet until the slick bark of the tree roots caused you to slip and tumble to the ground. Your board flew out of your grip as your butt hit a particularly plump root. You winced at the pain but didn’t have much time to nurse your fall when the lumbering beast was almost on top of you.

You choked out a cry as you sloppily turned over and began struggling to get to your knees. You felt yourself being lifted by your backpack as the bear’s teeth ripped through the canvas of your bag and threw you off the path. You flailed on your descent, landing on your stomach as hot tears began streaking down your terrified face. You felt yourself being shaken by the straps as she roughly tugged you from side to side. With a vigorous scream you flipped to your side, adrenaline contorting your fingers to expel electric energy. A boisterous crack sent shockwaves through the canopy. Angrily your assailant bellowed at the discomfort of your energy webbing itself through her face. She snorted but lurched forward once more, her jaws a ghost on your neck. Her hot breath barely dusted your cheeks before energy shot outwards from your hands that shielded your face from becoming dinner. A pained yelp followed by another crack met your ears as you placed your buzzing palms down. The bear and her babies were hightailing it off in your opposite direction. Instant guilt washed over you as you noticed the bald spots woven through her copper fur where your energy had badly burned her.

As you began trying to calm your spinning mind you glanced up, squinting through the droplets, to see that the crack you had heard was your energy raking through the treetops and searing them straight off. The gateway you had made for the rain now left you damp and wallowing in your painfully heaving chest, sore ass, and shame for hurting another creature.

Logan let out a sigh as the muscles of his shoulder blades stretched with the roll of his arms. His axe was weighty in his hand as he leaned down to pick up another piece of birch trunk and placed it on his chopping block. Arms up and axe over his head, he prepped himself for his swing and brought the axe down with a thunderous clap.

His brows furrowed at the commotion. Indeed, the wood was now evenly split, but the chopping block was still in one piece. He momentarily contemplated the limits of his strength when crows flew from their pined perches.

“That’s definitely not normal.” He muttered to himself. He focused all of his senses in the direction of the commotion when his ears picked up a scream. Instantly he ran to his pick up truck, forgetting he still clutched the axe in his hand. Once he was in the driver’s seat he chucked it into the back as he slammed his foot on the gas, wheels kicking up dust as he sped down the dirt road.

Logan drove until the first trailhead emerged from the thicket. He felt his claws nipping at the skin of his knuckles as he slammed the door and jogged across the soggy dirt. The screaming had ceased, but Logan could smell the musky stench of a bear nearby. Sure enough as he went deeper and deeper into the forest he saw sets of fresh tracks squelched into the mud. Retracing the animals’ steps he let out a breath of relief at the woman who was beginning to sit upright.

Halfway through dragging yourself upward you heard heavy footfalls on the path. Your head whipped towards the sound in dread, not mentally prepared for another attack. Your wide eyes met with those of a man; his sorrel tresses were dislodged from flying through the crisp breeze, his flannel was casually only buttoned mid chest, and lord his hands.

Your mouth fell agape at the metal daggers that resided between his knuckles. Their metallic sheen was amplified by the raindrops that cascaded down them. At first, you felt tinges of fear that he was the axe murderer that you had always been warned about. But in those eyes you could only read concern.

Logan picked up on your uneasiness and put his hands out in front of him in a non threatening gesture. The energy that still flickered about your body did not go unnoticed by him as he put the pieces of what must have happened together. The stench of bear, the booming, a hole in the trees, a young mutant lying on the ground in the aftermath of defending herself. He willed his claws ever so slowly back into his hands as he watched you become entrapped by his anomaly.

He was like you and you were like him.

“You’re-” You began, still gawking at his mutation. Logan was used to people ogling at him in fear, disdain, and abhorrence and even with you being a mutant he wouldn’t have put it past you to react the same. But your initial alarm had washed off with the steady stream of rain and what was revealed was a mixture of relief, apprehension, and curiosity.

“Mhm.” He simply answered with mutual acknowledgement. He battled with taking a few paces forward to help you up but he didn't want to stress you out any more than needed.  

“What are you doing in my forest?” He asked as he watched you groan and finally sit up.

“What are you, the fairy guardian of this place?” You mumbled, riding out the final waves of your panic. Logan cocked an eyebrow in mild amusement. He waited while you rolled your wrists and checked yourself for any bleeding or sprains. You were satisfied with suffering only a few cuts to your cheek and arms where sticks had kissed just beneath your skin. The dull ache of where your tailbone struck the root took the place of your endorphins.

“Can I help you up?” Logan asked softly as he kept his hands visible and empty. You answered him with an apprehensive stare as you contemplated. You figured if he really wanted to hurt you, especially after realizing your powers, he would have already. When you nodded Logan walked towards you and offered you his hand.

“Are you gonna zap me?” He lightly chuckled before you could connect your palm with his. His comment offered a small smile from you.

“No, unless you try something.” Your quip faded into a grunt of discomfort as his strong arm pulled you to your feet.

“You alright? You don’t look like that bear took any chunks out of you.” He inquired as the warmth of his hand left your grasp.

“How did you know it was a bear?” You asked with a knitted brow.

“I heard you scream and saw bear tracks on my way here.” He responded simply. You hummed and let out a shaky exhale when the coil in your lower back tightened as you attempted to stretch it.

“I’m fine, just shaken up. I’m more worried for the bear…” You trailed off as your guilty conscience overcame your thoughts. Even when you could have become their next family meal, you had reservations about using your mutation to hurt others. Logan huffed in disbelief at your selflessness.

“Seems like you didn’t really have much of a choice. What else could you do; its not like PETA will ever find out.” He shrugged. You kept your guard tilted high but even gilded iron defenses couldn’t keep you from observing his handsomeness. In the newfound proximity you wandered the hazel pathways of his irises in the company of the distinct smell of cigar and pine. He wore the rugged boyishness of a young man in his smooth skin and wolfish smile. It clashed ever so lovely with the maturity that embodied his stance and sturdy build.

To any dismay you could have had, the roses that bloomed on your cheeks did not go unnoticed by him. Alluring curiosity spread across his face. He wouldn’t deny that-despite your disheveled hair, the dirt that coated your jaw, and the aura of a wet puppy-he found you beautiful. Any seductions that ran through his mind aside, he liked to think he was chivalrous enough to push the brakes on a girl who just got mauled by a bear.

“So, wanna explain why you were electrocuting a bear on a remote hiking trail?” He pressed as he shifted his weight to one side, bringing his boot to prop up and rest on a protruding root. You gulped, your pride about getting lost still dangling from a few frayed threads.

“Do you wanna explain why-uh-you’re also here on this remote hiking trail?” You countered and crossed your arms. Your voice quaked with residual nerves that were the opposite of threatening.

Logan stared at you through the rain. The clouds were weeping more intensely now and their tears kissed his dark lashes.

“I have a summer cabin. Gonna answer my question before we both end up taking showers out here?” He replied with a tinge of annoyance as his hair grew slick with the incoming rain.

In the space that filled your gap in speech, a vivacious thunderclap steam rolled through the sky. As if on cue, the rain absolutely poured through the leafy umbrella above you and instantly began soaking the two of you.

“Shit!” Logan exclaimed at the now sticky feeling of his flannel to his chest. You flipped the hood of your raincoat up as quickly as you could, but not before your head was thoroughly waterboarded.

“WHAT NOW?” You shouted over the roaring water. Logan’s brow furrowed under the assault of droplets.

“My car is parked not that far from here.” He yelled with a nod in the direction he came from. You bit your lip nervously at the thought of following a strange man to his vehicle.

“How do I know you’re not some weirdo?” You contended.

“We’re both weirdos, sweetheart.” The term of endearment slid so effortlessly on the remark about your mutations and left your cheeks hot against the cold rain. “You can trust me, or you can get soaked out here. Your choice.”

What other option did you really have? Your mutation couldn’t protect you from freezing nor could you send sparks into a wet log to create a fire. He obviously knew this area well, he made sure you were unhurt, and he was like you. You took solace in all of these notions and reminded yourself that you could use your abilities as a last resort.

“Fine. But metal is a great conductor for electricity just so you know.” You warned and Logan cracked a half smile. He then began jogging up the trail.

“WAIT.” You called and he halted in his tracks. You ran over to the brush and sifted through the ferns to tuck your longboard under your arm. Logan did not have the time to question the absurdity of you bringing that with you on a hike but a look of perplexity was evident on his glistening features. He ran at a much slower pace than he would have had he been alone. He made sure he could hear the squelching of your footfalls as you pushed through the stinging at your tailbone and followed him back to his truck.

He unlocked the rusty vessel swiftly and the two of you plopped onto the pleasantly dry seats. You threw your longboard on the floor of the passenger’s seat and heaved a sigh of relief to be out of those woods. You immediately slipped your soggy shoes and socks off. While you peeled your drenched raincoat from your form, you glanced around the interior of the car.

Not trashy-save an empty beer bottle and an orange Reese's wrapper.

No guns. You figured he didn’t need a gun with claws like those.

A worn, auburn leather jacket hanging off of one of the back seats.

“At least you don’t have an axe.” You chuckled more to yourself than him. Logan comically averted his eyes ever so slowly to the back seat. He sighed when he didn’t see the weapon in question for it must have fallen under the seat.

Logan's car was getting an all natural, no expenses paid power wash as the two of you stared in awe as the rain slid down the windshield in swift rivers. It left zero visibility outwards aside from the running water.

“I...don’t think you can drive through this.” You stated the obvious.

“No shit.” He replied, his voice laced with a velvet rumble off of the metal frames of the vehicle. “We’ll have to wait it out.”

You nodded and couldn’t fight the large shiver that sprung from your lower back all the way up to your ears. Your torso may have been kept dry but your head was soaked and so were your legs. Logan arched his back to reach behind the driver’s seat to grab his jacket from the back.

“Here.” He offered gently, straightening it out and laying it on your lap.

You blinked at his simple act of kindness. Grabbing the smooth leather, you brought your knees to your chest and layered the jacket over your body from your legs to your shoulders. Heat rose to your cheeks as it did the rest of your body as you curled into his jacket.

“Thanks.” You said and gave him a grateful smile. “Aren’t you cold too though? You didn’t have a raincoat on.”

“I’m fine. One of the...perks of my genetics.” He replied in dismissal of your concern.

“Damn, kitty claws and not being able to feel the cold? You lucked out, dude.” You commented with a light hearted tease. Joking made you feel less vulnerable, less stupid for putting yourself in this situation. Logan rolled his eyes at the frilly name for his adamantium blades.

“I know your mutation before I even know your name.” You commented with a small chuckle.

“Logan.” He answered, the velvety gravel of his voice rippling through the rain at the windshield.

“Nice to meet you, Logan. I’m Y/N.” You said and held your hand out expectantly. When you locked gazes, both of you were temporarily enamored in the chromatics of your eyes. He seemed to realize this before you and smoothly took your hand in his without ever wavering his eye contact. He gave your hand a quick shake and withdrew it back into his lap. His palm was so warm against your clammy skin. It made you wonder how the rest of him felt.

“I honestly didn’t expect to meet anyone out here, let alone another mutant.” You exhaled at the lingering impossibility of the situation.

“That's why I’m here, usually it's pretty barren people wise. That brings me back to my question; what are you doing out here?” He pressed. As he waited for an answer, he shifted to relax into the corner between the seat and the window, amber eyes alight in the dimmed shadow of the rain. You fiddled with the worn hem of your makeshift blanket for a few moments, letting the waterfall outside fill the silence.

“Today was supposed to be a relaxing break from work. Evidently it didn’t turn out that way.” You exhaled and leaned your head back on the seat’s headrest. “I saw this park along the way to one of my work sites and thought it looked like a good place to be alone. Now I know to research bear population concentrations before going anywhere.”

Logan understood. That’s the whole reason he lived half of his life as what some would proclaim as a hermit. Partially to save others from getting hurt by him and partially to keep himself from getting burned by the unknown mistakes of his past and the anonymity of his stolen memories. He wasn’t your dad so he wasn’t going to hound you too much about it. But, even if you held the power to break the trees with a thunderclap, he couldn’t help the protective feeling that bubbled up his throat for the sweet woman next to him.

“Do you always charge head on into places you know nothing about? And with a skateboard?” His words betrayed his increasing fondness for your adventurous spirit.

You didn’t come all the way to Canada to be lectured. (Well, besides in your internship.) The question could have been taken as aggressive, judgmental, or prying even. But in his tone was genuine curiosity framed underneath the light scolding.

“I thought it would be fun to learn how to longboard while I’m out here for the summer.” You confessed and sent a testing look this way. He let out a rich chuckle.

“And a hiking trail is the ideal place for that.”

“I thought maybe there would be a bridge or paved path…” You scowled at his sarcasm.

“I get it though, we all need alone time. And there’s not a better place than the forest to do that.” A sigh tailed his sweet comment. You were grateful for it, for despite his banter, he didn’t make you feel like a stupid kid. Not entirely, at least.

“You’re not from around here then?” He continued.

“No, I’m from New York actually. I’m here on a grad school internship.”

“Ah, a city girl. That explains the blind enthusiasm.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a cocky half smile. Your glare only grew in intensity at his teasing.

“Long way from home.” He noted and you hummed in agreement.

“Is your degree in wildlife conservation?” He threw you one final lithe jab.

“Haha.” You said pointedly, but you couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across your lips at his handsome amusement. “No, cultural anthropology, actually.” Logan let out an impressed whistle.

“What about you? Are you one of those people who abandoned their life to live off the grid?” You asked tentatively, realizing the conversation had been solely focused on you.

“Not exactly. I’ve got a couple cabins across the country-like summer and winter homes. When I’m out here, I work at the lumber yard. When I’m in Alberta, I work at a bar.” He responded as he wiped the condensation from his side of the window, a hopeless attempt at checking through the wall of rain.

“So you’re both a lumberjack and a bartender? Wow, eclectic.” You praised his line of work.

“More or less.” He left out that the only things he tended to at the bar were bloodied knuckles after embedding them into his opponent's gut during each cage match.

You chatted idly as the rain continued to wash away the hectic afternoon. You talked about your work, about your home. He talked about his cabin, about his travels through BC and Alberta. Between your lips the two of you wove personal stories but excluded intimate details. He was still a stranger, after all. Even if the complexity of his humble nature and mysterious lifestyle made him one of the most compelling strangers you had ever met.

As the storm raged on and time flowed in waves at your windows, you began to doze off. Logan resigned to resting his eyes himself while keeping his ears peeled for a let up in the rain or any disturbances.

Until he heard your little grunt of discomfort.

In your sleep your head had grown heavy and lolled to the side at such an angle that Logan was sure you would wake up with an insane neck cramp. As gingerly as he could, he rolled up your now dry raincoat, gently placed his hand on your cheek, and propped your head onto the makeshift pillow. His eyes softened at the utter peacefulness of your relaxed form; the way your eyelashes embraced your plump cheeks, and in your tranquility the erasure of any semblance of the past few hours.

“What?” You whispered, pretty eyes now meeting his in groggy sweetness. Logan blinked in surprise but didn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt delicate wings against the chambers of his heart.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He warned lightly. Under your honeyed look his nerves felt like they were being bathed in a pleasant hum. He wondered if your energy could feel like this.

“You’re a secret softie.” You declared with a sleepy giggle. Logan pursed his lips at the cute accusation, but didn’t deny it.

“Go back to sleep, bub.” He said lowly. You let the warm tambour of his voice mixed with the crisp pitter patter of the rain send you back to sleep.

When the storm would finally pass, Logan would drive you back into town. You would part ways, then, not knowing the impact you would have on each other’s lives mere months later after the summer rain bled into the crimson fall and arrived on Xavier’s School’s winter doorstep.

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[nano--raptor]

Recognition

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Female Reader

Words: 666

Warnings: Darkish subject matter, fear, demons, etc. 18+ ONLY

A/N: To celebrate @happygowriting​ reaching 666 followers on a Sunday (Easter Sunday no less) here’s a little something about reader learning the truth about Bucky. Congrats dearie, you deserve all of those followers and more! Thank you for the inspiration, Happy Sinday!😘

Do Not click ‘keep reading’ if you are under 18.

* * * * Running through the trees, you tried not to lose your footing, but you dared not look back. If you were to fall, it would be over. The full moon lit your way; during the day you had no trouble navigating these trails, but tonight you were spurred on by fear, and suddenly nothing looked familiar.

You’d met him through mutual friends, hung out in groups, flirted with him, gone to bed with him. But today you saw a side of him that you’d thought only existed in fairytales. All your body could think was to run, so you did.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been running, but your lungs were screaming for reprieve. Slowing your pace, you came to a stop and leaned against a tree, peeking around it, trying to gain your bearings. Braving a glance behind you, nothing moved, nothing was following you. But when you turned around, there he stood before you. Stifling a scream, your blood ran cold as you scrambled to get away.

He looked like a demon in every sense of the word. His face was somewhat familiar, but jet black eyes stared back at you, ebony horns curled atop his head, impressive black wings sprouted from his back. It'd be beautiful if it wasn't terrifying. Sharp teeth were visible between lips curled in a sinister grin, and when he stepped towards you, you stumbled back, eyes wide, reaching for anything to break your fall. In a blink, his claws wrapped around your wrist.

"Who are you?" Your voice shook with fear and you tried to snatch your arm back from his grasp, eyes wide. He looked far too calm, smug almost, and when he spoke, his voice was low and rough from little use. Something about it sent a chill down your spine.

"It's me. Just, the real me." 

You shook your head, refusing to believe him. “Bucky? No, this isn’t real."

"Oh, but it is.” Another step closer, and you backed against a tree, feeling trapped. He leaned closer, you could almost see your reflection in the dark void of his eyes. “If I may?"

You’re not sure why you nodded your head, then squeezed your eyes shut, trying to push the emptiness of his eyes from your mind. Yet at the same time, part of you yearned for him.

Cool lips pressed against yours and you whimpered, both from fear but also something else, something in the pit of your stomach that said you’d been here before. His mouth moved against yours in a way that felt familiar, and if you thought about Bucky’s face, instead of this demon’s, you could almost convince yourself that it was him.

When he pulled away, for just a moment, his eyes returned to normal; Bucky's deep, blue eyes. When you whispered his name, he nodded, before they darkened again and the familiarity was gone.

“C’mon Angel. We’re meant to be together.” Angel. The name Bucky used when it was just the two of you. Your body was on fire, fear tugging at the edge of your mind, but more and more, there was curiosity, and shockingly, desire. You needed to know.

"Why me?" The demon smiled. It was the same crooked grin that Bucky would give you, only more sinister. It sent a chill through you.

"When I first saw you, I knew you were the perfect link between my world and yours." Taking a shaky breath, you raised a trembling hand to stroke his cheek, Bucky’s cheek, feeling an odd calm wash over you. His hand came to rest over yours, a surprisingly soft moment, and you wondered what would happen from here. You had started to love Bucky. Human Bucky. What would happen now?

As if reading your thoughts, Bucky’s mouth twitched into a grin, and he moved his hand to stroke the back of his fingers over your cheek.

“I hope you’ll agree to come with me, Angel. Unfortunately, you don’t have much of a choice.”

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[seokmingiggles]

sleepytime herbal tea.

Prompt: "How about something warm? It will help you sleep."

Pairing: Xu Minghao x gender neutral reader

Genre: fluff, mutual crushes, roommate!au, college!au.

1.65k words

No warnings.

Sometimes, you believe there’s something unspoken between you and your roommate. Sometimes, he’ll do little things for you or say little things to you that will make your heart warm like it’s a teabag brewing in a toasty cup of fragrant tea.

Alternatively, maybe Minghao is your human equivalent of a cup of tea: warming, calming, and all-around comforting—particularly at 3 am when the rest of the world is asleep.

A/N: What started with Minghao shall end with Minghao. (Just kidding! I’ve already written a second piece for some members! ^^)

Back to the teacup masterlist.

•• "Oh, hey. What are you still doing awake?"

Minghao looks up from his novel to see you making your way into the kitchen. You're wearing the pair of slippers he got you for your birthday; the shuffling sound scampers across the apartment's wooden floor. Your hair is messy, going in every which direction, and your eyelids droop heavily. Your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"What time is it?" his expression is confused, lips gently pouting as he rubs his eyes with his free hand, the other one acting as a makeshift bookmark between the pages of his novel.

You glance at the clock on the microwave, "Just past three in the morning."

"No kidding," he mutters, standing from his spot on the sofa to stretch out his limbs after remaining in the same curled-up position for hours. The boy creases the top corner of his page, setting the book down on the couch's armrest. "What are you still doing awake?"

"I couldn't fall asleep," is your answer. You frown, "I was just lying there until my mouth got dry. But when I reached over for my glass of water, I realized it was empty."

Minghao hums, knowing the all-too-familiar feeling. "How about something warm? It will help you sleep," he says as he wades over to the kitchen, ending up by your side. He reaches up into the wooden cabinet above your head, "I like this one. You're welcome to try it tonight."

With a short hum, the boy presents his favourite herbal tea in the adorable little box: the brown bear clad in pyjamas and sat by a fireplace in its comfy armchair.

You set your empty glass on the kitchen counter and take the thin cardboard box in your hands. "Your sleepytime tea? I thought this one is off-limits."

Minghao shrugs, a gentle smile forming on his face in the dim lighting, "It normally is, but this seems like a special occasion."

"Us—both being awake at three in the morning with classes later today—is a special occasion?"

"Don't make me change my mind, (Y/N). Here," he grabs a pair of mugs from the dish-rack by the sink, "I'm going to have some too."

Minghao moves to fill the kettle with water and places it on its base, adjusting the setting on the side with a shrill beep at its programmed start.

You fiddle with the handle of the ceramic mug, trying to distract yourself from your roommate's delicate features in the faint light sourced only from the oven range hood and the moon outside the far window in the living room.

"What were you reading?" you ask him, still fixated on the countertop. "It must have been good if you lost track of time."

The boy nods with a hum. "One of my friends recommended it to me a little while ago—the one in my literature class. I haven't had the time to read it until tonight—or last night, I suppose—but I must be a third of the way in already. Maybe even half-way by now."

"What's it about?" you nonchalantly question, continuing the conversation while keeping your eyes low.

Minghao's ears begin to burn. "Ah, nothing in particular," he softly clears his throat. "Just a slowly-building love story between a couple of childhood friends. But," he adds quickly, "it's quite contemplative and poetic."

"A romance novel?" your eyes eventually meet his. "I wouldn't have taken you for someone who enjoys reading love stories, Hao," you can't help the playful smile that wiggles onto your lips.

The kettle's signal is high-pitched as the water reaches its desired temperature, giving Minghao a reason to pull his eyes from yours. He pours water into both of the mugs, allowing a few centimetres from the rim. You watch the rising steam as it tickles the bottom of your roommate's circular glasses when he leans over the counter to place the kettle back on its stand.

"It can be fun to read stories about a picture-perfect relationship sometimes," the boy continues. "Novels are the only forms of romances so pure and heartfelt. They're carefree, too," Minghao says in a hushed tone. "It makes me wonder why real-life isn't the same way."

You're now fiddling with the hem of your shirt when you whisper, "It could be."

Minghao looks up from his gaze on the teacups. He swears he sees a twinkle in your eye when you follow his movement to meet his stare.

"Relationships in real-life can be sincere and passionate too," you continue with a low voice to maintain the quiet three o'clock atmosphere. "Maybe not in the ideal way fiction can depict them to be, but that's what makes them real. It makes them human."

"Since when are you such a philosopher of romance," Minghao chuckles.

"At three in the morning, Hao, anything is possible."

"Anything, huh?" the boy smiles and nudges one of the mugs closer to you across the kitchen counter.

You softly thank him and take the cup in your hands. Your eyes focus on the teabag spinning in lazy circles, a solo slow dance on the surface of the hot water.

"Let's go sit down to drink our tea," you hear Minghao say as he begins to walk back to the couch.

You let him lead you, following behind in his shadow.

It's times like these where you aren't sure how close you should sit next to him. You sometimes wish you could curl up against his side and feel him hold you tightly in return, or even being able to rest your legs overtop his lap with his hand on your thigh.

Tonight, though, you take a seat at a respectful distance from the boy: about a couch cushion's length away.

Minghao rests his head on the sofa's backing, eyes trailing upwards to the speckled ceiling displaying the moving pictures of shadows from the foliage projected by the moon and streetlights outside.

"If you could have the perfect relationship, would you?"

Your eyes search for Minghao's once you hear his question, but he remains to look upwards and away from you.

You hesitate momentarily before saying, "No."

Minghao lowers his gaze and takes a sip of tea. He finally peers at you. "You wouldn't?"

You shake your head. "No. Because although disagreements and turmoil can be difficult to deal with, without either of them results in a relationship that won't grow," you take a small sip of your steaming tea. "If nothing else in life is perfect, then why should a relationship be that way?"

"Nothing's perfect, huh?" Minghao traces your facial features, trailing along the bridge of your nose and lingering at the dimple of your cupid's bow, but stopping himself before his gaze reaches the plush of your lips. He suddenly returns to your eyes, "But you have a point. Perhaps perfect relationships should stay within the pages of novels and works of fiction."

The wind rustles the tree branches nearby, and you find yourself bearing a small smile at Minghao's words. His gentle voice, combined with the warm mug of herbal tea in your hands, makes you lean deeper into the couch and pillows. Your eyelids suddenly feel heavier.

"I could lend you the book after I finish it if you'd like," the boy asks, turning his head to the side to gauge your reaction. But upon looking at you, he takes in the sight of your closed eyes with your head pressed against the couch backing, all while still sitting up.

Minghao's heart warms at the image. The boy drinks the remains from his cup before standing and moving to your side. He quietly places his mug on the table in front of him before slowly taking yours, still clutched between your hands, and setting your cup next to his on the coffee table. Your palms and fingers radiate the tea's warmth—his touch lingers.

"And you didn't even finish your tea," he whispers to no one, shaking his head with a smile.

He looks at you fondly before gently maneuvering your body to lie you down. Minghao gathers the blanket draped over the side of the couch and places it overtop of your body. He takes extra care to make sure it reaches all the way up to your chin but also without your toes peeking out from the bottom.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," he speaks softly, carefully moving some stray hairs that have fallen onto your face.

Seeing you nuzzle into the soft blanket in your sleep nearly makes him coo at your cuteness.

An image pops into Minghao's head: he can picture himself leaning down, delicately kissing your forehead while his hand gingerly grazes the side of your face, thumb tracing the high of your cheekbone; he can feel your warmth radiate through his fingertips. He can feel your smile as it spreads across your cheeks. He can see your eyelashes flutter open and your eyes crinkling with your grin when you notice his proximity, your hand reaching up to thread into his hair when he leans in, and you close your eyes all over again–

But instead, Minghao decides he'll wait until you're awake so he can kiss you properly for the first time. He's not sure when it will happen—it could be this week or this month, perhaps when you're done with your semesters. It could be later today. It could be a year from now.

It may not ever happen for all the boy knows; what even are the odds that you return his feelings?

Minghao takes one last admiring look at you before he stands and retreats to his bedroom for a long-awaited sleep, collecting his novel from the edge of the couch on his way.

A pair of mugs remain on the coffee table—one entirely empty, one nearly full, but both belonging to hidden romantics. Buried feelings brew beneath the surface, steeping like the gradually darkening herbal tea.

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[yandere-ac]

The 24th of December

Cw: yandere, kidnapping, obsessive behaviour, implied murder

Ding dong, ding dong

The sounds of the island bell tune rang through the air as the clock struck 6 pm. You were out on a small stroll around the island, trying to calm your nerves as anxiety and tension festered in your stomach. Soon it was time, time for you to go home and get ready. Get ready for what? The dinner with the Nook family. Mr Tom Nook himself had invited you to celebrate toy day with him and his boys. Now this wouldn’t have been a problem a couple of months ago, you had been to their house multiple times and had eaten dinner with them as well. It wasn’t unexpected since you and Tom had an unspoken thing going on. Tom was a little old fashioned when it came to labels, he didn’t need to put any label on most of the factors in his life. His sexuality? Who cares, he's attracted to whoever he’s attracted to. His relationship to Timmy and Tommy? If they wanted to see him as a mentor then that’s fine, if they wanted to see him as a dad then that’s also fine. His relationship with you? Partners, soulmates, whatever you wanted to call it. He didn’t really care too much, he just knew what was there was real, and it very much was not just platonic. None of you had really acknowledged it, it all started as mutual admiration and trust from both sides, as any good relationship should. You watered it down to you wanting comfort and encouragement in your life, which Tom was very good at providing. But then it slowly turned into a sort of attraction, attraction that you were not ready to face. So you ignored it. But then came turkey day. You, just like toy day, were invited to eat dinner with Tom, Timmy and Tommy. And you did, and you had so much fun. The four of you ate food, watched movies, played games, and at the end of the day, after Tom put Timmy and Tommy to bed, you and him hung out together. You two just sat and talked while, admittedly, having a couple of glasses of wine. But that didn't matter, what mattered was what you said during your little chat. Tom had started talking about him and Redds past relationship. Which hadn't been new, Tom had talked about him before, mainly about how horrible he was and how he had hurt him, so this isn't exactly new territory for you. And yet, everytime you heard Tom speak about Redd, you still felt just as angry. Redd had no right treating Tom the way he did. The way he scammed poor Tom as if he was nothing more than a gullible fool, it made your blood boil. Tom deserved to be treated like the wonderful person he was, he deserved someone that loved and cared about him, someone like… You might have gotten a bit too overzealous as you told Tom what a bastard the fox was and how he deserved better. And you might have slipped up and accidentally told him something you probably shouldn't have.

You don't remember much from that evening, maybe because of the alcohol, maybe because of repression. You only remembered small glimpses here and there, some laughter, some crying, at one point you swore you two watched a movie. But beyond that, nothing, nothing but darkness. You had woken up that morning next to Tom, quite literally. It had seemed you two slept in the same bed, his bed. And it would appear that he might have clung onto you during the night because as you woke up, Tom had his arms wrapped around you. You had tried to get up carefully, not wanting to wake him up. But when you did so, Tom pulled you back down rather aggressively. And so, you just laid there for about 20 minutes before Tom finally got up.

Ever since Turkey day, Tom's behavior had started getting weirder and weirder. Anytime you entered the residential service he would stare at you with the same eerie smile as if he was a bear staring at an injured little rabbit. It made you increasingly more uncomfortable, the only reason you felt a little better was the fact that Isabelle was there with you. You remembered one time when you were discussing a resident that had been bothering you with Isabelle. Jacques, the blue bird that simply would not leave you alone. He’d been the cause of much of your disturbance and stress during the upcoming holidays. But during your conversation, you felt a pair of eyes practically drilling themselves into your perimeter. You looked over to Tom only to see he was, like usual, staring at you two. But his gaze seemed more out of it, almost unfocused, and yet, there seemed to be spite in his eyes. As soon as he noticed that YOU noticed him he immediately looked away for a few seconds before rising out of his seat and walking towards you and Isabelle.

"Hi Tom, how’s it going?" You greeted him, giving your construction consultant a half-baked smile. He smiled in return, face going from a slight frown into more of a tired smile. "I’m doing quite alright Y/N. I apologize for intervening but it would appear that O’hare is still bothering you?" Tom said as he gave you a pondering look. "Well... no. He hadn’t really been respectful of my boundaries or left me alone even when I and Isabelle have told him off several times." You told the tanuki, you could see his tail twitch slightly as you told him this. "Ah, I see. Well, I’m terribly sorry to hear that. Maybe it’s my time to step in then? No offense to your methods or anything Isabelle, but they don’t seem to be working. I know you don’t want me to intervene but I feel like I need to do something if it’s getting this bad." Tom said, turning to his coworker and giving her a look of sympathy. He knew Isabelle struggled with her appearance since not a lot of people took her as seriously as they should be, but he couldn’t just stand back while he watched you get harassed by this bird. Isabelle let out a small sigh and a slight frown. "I suppose you're right about that Tom. I think you would be a little bit more effective than I am." She looked back at you. "I’m sorry we let this get so out of hand Y/N." Before you could respond, Tom jumped in and said something, something that might not have meant to sound as hostile as it did, but nevertheless still did. "It’s simply unacceptable." Something about the way he said it, the way his eyes trailed off, the way his eyes narrowed. The initial phrase might not have been so bad, but the way he said it, it sent shivers up your spine, which Tom immediately reacted to. "Hmm? Are you cold Y/N? Or sick?" His eyes turned from minacious to gentle like a light switch being turned on. "N-No no! It’s fine. Just a random shiver. Don’t worry Tom." You said with a smile. A genuine smile. Even if Tom could be a little obstinate and overprotective, you knew it came from a good place. He cared for you, and you appreciated that. "Nonsense, if you’re feeling under the weather then you should go home Y/N dear." Tom insisted as he stroked your arm gently. You knew there was no fighting him once he made his mind up, guess you’re sick now.

That evening when you left the residential services you could feel Tom staring at you through his window as you left. You knew he meant well but sometimes he could be a little overwhelming. You just hoped he didn’t do anything to harsh with Jacques

You let out a deep sigh, a cloud of fog exiting your mouth as you did so. Cold air filled your lungs as you took yet another breath in. It was almost time, you should probably head home. As you walked across the shoreline of the island, on your way to your house, you felt a clump form in your stomach. You felt strange, almost uneasy. You didn’t want to say that you felt anxious about the dinner, but that was probably the closest expression that would describe how you felt. You knew it wouldn’t be a problem at first. Timmy and Tommy would be present until it was their bedtime, it was after that bedtime that you were worried about. You hadn’t been alone with Tom since Turkey day, and you were worried about what would happen once you were. But at the same time, you needed to talk to him, a talk which could not happen if anyone else was present during the conversation. Your thoughts came to a close as you neared your house. It didn’t matter if you felt weird about the whole thing, you needed to talk to him. And this might be the only chance to do so.

You took a deep breath, building yourself up to do such a simple task as knocking on a door. It was time. Ignoring all the feelings brewing up in your stomach and head you took one last breath, mist once more flowing out as you did so. And then, you knocked. It only took a couple of seconds before the door practically threw itself up to reveal two small, and very excited, tanukis.

"Y/N!...ʸ/ᴺᵎ" The two boys shouted. They were wearing matching christmas sweaters and Santa hats that were way too big for them. Timmy having a red sweater with the words naughty on it and Tommy having a green one with the words nice on it. Timmy grabbed ahold of your hand with his small paw and pulled you inside, all while Tommy enthusiastically bounced up and down. As you were pulled inside an immediate warmth embraced your body, like a thick blanket on a rainy night. Even so, a more prominent scent engulfed you, the aroma of fresh food was almost overbearing as you walked in. "Ohoho. Do my ears deceive me or is that our dear island representative?" You heard Toms voice all the way from the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile as you could practically hear the grin present on his face. Tommy let out a small giggle as he ran up to the kitchen. "Don’t know! Guess you’ll have to come see for yourself!" You took off your jacket and beanie as Timmy led you over to the couch. But rather than sitting down in it, he sat you down on the big fluffy carpet next to the chimney and the big Christmas tree. Underneath it laid almost a dozen presents, seems like the constant debt that Tom was handing out finally seemed to pay off. Dumb pun aside, you felt yourself smile as you saw the sight before you. Tommy was now pulling Tom out from the kitchen and into the living room. He was wearing a Santa hat and a red christmas sweater that said "worlds best santa". As he and Tommy walked up to you and sat down next to you and Timmy, you crossed your arms and cocked your eyebrows. "I wasn’t informed that this was going to be a sweater party. Could have warned me about that, now I just feel underdressed." Tom chuckled slightly at this as he took off his hat and tossed it to you. "Here you go. Put that on, yes yes."

For the rest of that evening, you and the nooks ate the food that Tom had cooked up, all of which was absolutely delicious. Joking around as the time passed, and you felt more and more comfortable as time went on. So much to the point where you didn’t know why you felt anxious before. Finally, at 8 pm, you all gathered once more around the Christmas tree. Timmy and Tommy started unwrapping their presents in glee, most of which were from Tom, some of them were from Isabelle and Blathers, and some of them from you. Every once in a while, you and Tom would open some presents. Timmy and Tommy had given you a drawing of you and them together, which was certainly a cute gesture. You had brought the two into a big hug after that one. The boys had given Tom a mug that said "#1 dad", which almost brought the tanuki to tears. You had given Tom a custom sweater vest, just like the one he had back in the day

And still, Tom's present was something that you hadn’t quite expected. You had picked up the box which was neatly wrapped with red wrapping paper and some yellow glittery ribbons. "Ooh, what could this be? Is it a puppy?" You joked as you smirked at Tom. He let out a small laugh. "No, not quite, but be careful when unwrapping. I do hope you enjoy it, the boys helped me pick it out." Now you were intrigued. You carefully unwrapped the box and opened its lid only to see... "oh my god..." there, in the box, laid a crown. The one you had seen in the Ables shop plenty of times, the one that you had ranted about to Tom, about how you couldn’t afford it but wanted it so badly. That crown was laying before you, in your hands. "I... I’m... I-I don’t know... what to say I-'' you looked at Tom, his eyes were full of adoration and love, pure unfiltered love. And that frightened you. "Thank you Tom. Thank you." You tried putting on a smile, but it was hard as that huge clump of anxiety started to build up again. "Oh the pleasures all mine, Y/N my dear." Tom said to you as he tilted his head and gave you a gentle smile. Timmy and Tommy had started to giggle as they looked at each other, thinking the exact same thing. Everyone in the room knew what was going on, but only one person, you, knew what was truly going on.

The gift unwrapping continued. Now it was just Timmy and Tommy left that had gifts. They kept going, tearing into the gifts like hungry predators biting into their terrified prey, like... like... you lost your train of thought as you looked over at Tom. His eyes were focused on Timmy and Tommy, carefully watching their reactions to their gifts. But ever so often, Tom would look over at you, and if your eyes ever met, he would smile at you. Maybe he did it to calm you down but it sure didn’t help, not even in the slightest.

Soon, Timmy and Tommy had successfully opened all of their presents and had now shifted to playing with any of the toys they got. But that didn’t last long as Timmy let out a huge yawn and Tommy almost slumped over. Oh no. “Well, looks like it’s time for you two to go to bed, hm?” Tom said as he moved closer to the boys, taking the two in each hand. “N... noo... we’re not...” Tommy couldn’t even finish as he was interrupted by a huge yawn. “No, you’re done. Come on now.” And so, Tom led the two small tanukis up the stairs and into their bedroom. “Goodnight.” You called out to them before returning to your own state of panic. This was it. You were gonna be completely alone with Tom.

“Now then, terribly sorry about that Y/N.” Tom said as he came down the stairs. You tried to calm down but it ultimately failed. Tom was very observant, so it didn’t take long for him to see that something was wrong. “Y/N? Are you alright dear? You look a little pale.” He said as he sat down next to you. “....Tom I.... the crown, it really wasn’t necessary.” You managed to get your first concern out. You looked down in the box once more, you just couldn’t believe he would actually give you something like that. “Tsk, Y/N please. I tell you what, it was nothing really. And when I say that I’m not just being humble. It really is nothing, I assure you. I could buy five of those for you if I wanted to. So please, don’t feel guilty.” You knew he meant to say that as a way to comfort you, but that only made you feel worse. “Y-Yes I understand that it’s not a lot to you but, for me, it’s very much a lot. I know you mean well Tom but really, I just don’t know if I can accept this. I mean, it’s just too expensi-'' Tom interrupted you as he placed a hand on your cheek. You froze up as you looked into his big blue eyes. They were so calm, so gentle, so utterly terrifying. “Trust me my darling, nothing is too expensive when it comes to you.” As he told you this, he leaned in and planted a small peck on your lips. You felt your face turn pink as he let out a chuckle, still holding onto your face. “I’m happy I got to celebrate toy day with you Y/N, my sweet sweet Y/N.” Before you could respond, you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and carried away. Tom carried you to his room, it would seem like he wanted to sleep together again. Which wouldn’t be so much of a problem, the man was built like a giant teddy bear. But right now, there was nothing you wanted less than to be in close contact with Tom. But it would seem like nothing was going to stop him.

As he laid you down carefully, he laid next to you and brought you in close to him, stroking your hair and nuzzling up to you. You were completely quiet, feeling like if you said something you would die on the spot.

“...Tom....” you said quietly, trying to build up the curate to ask him the question that you came here for. “Yes?” His voice was soft and smooth, like honey, and it shook your very being. “... what... what did you say to Jacque?” As soon as the question left your mouth the atmosphere turned cold. Toms eyes trailed off as all the warmth left his eyes. “... I said what needed to be said.” It had been three weeks since Jacques had mysteriously moved out of the island and it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, you were certain that Tom had something to do with it. “I asked you not to go overboard...” You said, looking down and avoiding Tom's gaze, a gaze that was now fixated onto you. “He was harassing you Y/N! What was I supposed to do? Acting nice wasn’t going to work! I was simply-“ Tom cut himself off as he realised he was practically shouting. He let out a deep sigh. “I was simply protecting... what is mine...”

As he said this, he placed a kiss on your forehead. This certainly caught you off guard. “I’m sorry? What did you say?” You asked him, but he didn’t answer, at least not in the way you wanted him to. “You know, when I was a boy, toy day never felt as magical as everyone set it up to be. Me and my family didn’t have too many bells back then, so most I ever got were three broken crayons. Even then, I couldn’t enjoy it without feeling the guilt of pushing more money problems onto my parents. But now...” Tom let out yet another deep chuckle, he looked at you with hungry eyes, eyes that pierced into your soul. “Now, I’ve got all the bells in the world! I could buy anything! Anything and everything! Except for... one thing. One thing that I crave so deeply, yet, can never buy. You don’t understand how many years I have gone through, how many toy days I’ve had to endure. You don’t understand the amount of towns I’ve lived in, the amount of humans who have abandoned me! How do I know that you’re not going to leave me? Just like my previous humans, just like my parents, just like Redd!? I don’t want to lose you Y/N! I can’t lose you Y/N!” Toms outburst made you shrink down in his arms. You felt yourself start to shake slightly as he continued.

“Now, now that I finally have the resources, I’m going to MAKE SURE you never leave me Y/N. My sweet little darling.” You started to struggle in his grasp, hoping to get away from him. But it was no use, he was so much stronger than you in every single way. ”Hey now, hey now.... shhh, shhh. It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. I’m here, no one is ever going to harass you ever again. Not if I have anything to say about it.” Tom said as he brought you closer once more, this time he started to kiss you a bit more roughly rather than a quick peck on the lips. You knew that struggling was futile, so you simply tried to relax yourself as he enjoyed himself. Once he was done, he looked directly at you. “This toy day, I’ve made sure to get myself something special. Just for me.” What you didn’t know at the time was that he had locked all of the windows and doors. But you would soon find out in the morning.

“I love you Y/N. Maybe you don’t realise it yet. But I do. I’ll show you, soon you will see just how much I love you.”

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It feels so weird to say that it’s been 2 months since I last wrote for Tom Nook. Like what? What have I even been doing??? I’ve been feeling the withdrawals and I wanted to make a little Christmas special. So hope y’all enjoy! Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

#yandere #acnh #animal crossing #yandere animal crossing #yandere acnh #animal crossing x reader #ac x reader #animal crossing new horizons #Tom Nook #yandere tom nook #tom nook acnh #timmy and tommy #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw obsessive behaviour #tw implied murder #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere acnh x reader #Tom nook x reader #Yandere Tom nook x reader

[stargazer-balladeer]

Comforting S/O [Pokémon Sword & Shield]

Characters Included: Bede, Hop, Leon & Raihan

Notes: I know I should be doing requests but I’ve been wanting to do a Pokemon hc for awhile now (im also waiting for someone to request something for pokemon but sadly, no one did 😔🥺 please send requests for pokemon). Hope you’ll enjoy it! (Sorry if some of them are OOC)

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warnings: none (minor spoilers if you don’t know of the storyline of the game)

Bede

— When you start to cry, Bede would panic. Regardless if he knows the reason or not, he’ll still panic. Even though you two are together for a long time now, he still panics whenever he sees you starting to sob.

— His heart will shatter when he hears you hiccuping in your cries as he awkwardly pulls you into a (awkward) hug. He tries his best, but he isn’t good at comforting. So he’ll just hold you until you calm down.

— He doesn’t mind you staining his jacket (or gym shirt), all he cares about is whether you’re okay or not. Bede would definitely ask what’s wrong, but if you don’t want to talk about it, it’s fine for him. Just expect Bede to be more cautious and observant of you.

— If your reason is someone bullying you— “what’s their name? where do they live? where are they now?—“ yeah, he’ll make sure that person will pay for making you cry. It’s bad enough that he was rude to you back then. If your reason is because of him, he’ll be surprised and hurt. He knows he isn’t the best and perfect guy, but now he felt like the most cruel guy in the world for making you cry. Bede would definitely try to remember what he did to make you cry.

— However, if your reason is stress about Pokémon battles, gym, etc. Bede would understand since being a Champion is hard and stressful, being in the media’s eyes constantly. Bede couldn’t do much since he’s only a Gym Leader in training.

— Bede would drag you to either your homes (but preferably his), and force you to sit down on the couch and rest. He’ll go to the kitchen to prepare some food as he instructs you to put on a movie. Once he’s finished, he’ll go back to the living room with food at hand. From there, you two will have a unplanned movie night.

— Bede might not be the most preferred guy to go to for comfort, but he tries his best. It isn’t his fault that his parents abandoned him, making him an orphan, and raised without love and warmth. He only experienced it with you, and continue experiencing it for the rest of his life. So please don’t hold it against him for being this way ;-;

Hop

— When you start to cry, Hop’s first instinct is to pull you close and “shh” you in a comforting way. He rubs his hands on your shoulders as he lets you cry on either his shoulder or chest. For some reason, he knows how to comfort other people, unlike Bede. Probably seen it with how their mother comfort Leon when he lost for the first time.

— Hop’s heart will break when tears started cascading down your cheeks. He hates seeing you cry. He wants you to always be happy, but he knew that seeing you cry is actually important. Since he knew that crying is normal and seeing his s/o cry means you trust him.

— Hop wouldn’t immediately ask what’s wrong. He’ll let a couple of minutes or an hour to pass before asking, making sure you’re already calmed down. He just wants to find out what’s wrong so that he can see that smile of yours that he loves so much.

— If the reason why you’re crying is someone making fun of you, he’ll not say anything at first. But he’ll definitely ask for their name, he wants to know why they decided to pick on his girlfriend and the Champion of Galar. If the reason is him, he’ll be confused and might panic. Did he do something that must’ve upset you?! Oh Arceus, did he?! (The second reason doesn’t come up too often, mostly comes up during fights, though they are rare).

— However, if the reason is stress, Hop definitely understands the stress. He’s already stressed trying to become the next Professor in the lab, if being a Professor is hard, what of being the Champion of the WHOLE Galar Region? That must’ve been so stressful. Hop has mutual respect for you for being so strong under so much peer pressure.

— Hop would probably drag you to his room, where you two can cuddle while laying down. He’ll be the big spoon as he hugs you close to his chest. Hop would remain quiet if you don’t want to talk. The thing with Hop, he knows when to be energetic and when to unwind.

— Hop is much more of an ideal guy to go to for comforting than Bede, but he also has flaws. He sometimes can’t see that you’re already crying due to him being busy studying to become a Professor. He might start to neglect you. Hop is super apologetic if ever this happens. Having raised by a Champion brother and a loving mother, he has love to spare to you. He loves to spoil you very much and constantly showers you with affection.

Leon

— When you start to cry, Leon panic but he manage to regain his composure by bringing you to a hug. If he has his cloak, he might cover you by using it as a shield so that no one can see you crying.

— Leon can feel his heart throbbing in pain as you sob in his chest. He immediately wants to know what happened and why are you crying, but he knew better than to ask you right now. Not when you’re still crying your eyes out.

— After crying in his chest for an hour, you finally calmed down. Leon made sure you’ve calmed down. He made you sit on a nearby bench, or lean on a tree, and made you drink water from the bottle he carries always (his mother always made him bring it. in this exact moments, leon is grateful for his mother’s persistence). After all that, Leon will ask all the questions in his head. He doesn’t expect an answer right away but he wants to have an idea on what happened.

— If your reason is someone saying bad things about you, Leon’s face turned into furious then to solemn. As much as Leon wants to beat the crap out of that person, he can’t. Because it’ll affect the reputation that the League has. He’ll just say, “don’t mind them, okay? their opinions don’t matter.” If your reason is because of him, he’ll be so confused like “huh?” “did i do something wrong?” He’s just a confused, lost puppy right then and there.

— If your reason is because of stress, ohhh, Leon can relate to you. He’s been there before, being the previous Unbeatable Champion of Galar Region. He knew the stress of your peers, the challenges, the paperworks and all sorts. He can actually help you! He can help organize your chaotic schedule and stuff like that.

— Leon’s way of comforting is dragging you to your shared house and just pamper you. He’ll cook you a decently-cooked meal (that was, miraculously, not burned). Massage your body, because I can see him being good at massages. And just basically pamper you like royalty.

— Leon is an ideal guy to go to for comfort. He’s basically a huge living teddy bear that you can rely on and cry on. His arms always feels the safest, no matter what.

Raihan

— When you start to cry, Raihan blinks, his mind not processing before panicking. He’ll quickly rush to you and holds your face in his hands and make you look into his eyes while asking “baby! are you okay?! what happened?!” Which results in you crying much more.

— Raihan had the “oh shit” face on when he realized his mistake and immediately engulf you into a hug. Since his tall as hell, he can pick you up easily by grabbing your thighs and wrapping it around his waist. His heart is already cracking by your cries alone.

— Even though Raihan wants to know immediately why you’re crying, he’ll remain silent. He might not be the best at comforting people, like Bede, but he knows when to speak and not to speak. He’ll let you cry into his chest or shoulder until you can’t anymore.

— After that, he’ll coo at you. Saying things like, “alright, who made my baby cry?” And “tell me their name and i’ll beat them up for you.” This was honestly meant to be a joke but Raihan can make it literally happen..

— If your reason is someone telling you to break up with the Dragon-type Gym Leader, then he’ll be furious. He told his fans that you were his mate and he will not allow them to pick on you. The one thing he asked for his fans, and they broke it. You’ve never seen him so furious before.. If your reason is him though, he’ll have a mixed reaction. Surprised, guilt and confuse. Like “huh?? wut? me??”

— If your reason is stress, Raihan nods in agreement. He already faced through stress when he became a Gym Leader. He might not know what kind of stress the Champion Title brings but he knows its a lot of work. He’ll tell you that stress is normal, just come to him and you’ll be alright.

— Raihan would drag you to a field and lay there. If its night time, then you two can go stargazing. If its day time or noon, you two can go cloud gazing. Anything’s fine with Raihan as long as you’re having fun, then he’s having fun as well. He wishes that your sadness will falter whenever you are with him. Because that’s how he feels for you, he can feel like the thousands of weighs being gone when he sees you. He’s forever grateful for you.

— Raihan likes adventures so much, but he can also use a break. So when you came to the picture, he can finally unwind. He wants you to do the same. You shouldn’t be focused solely on your work and ambition, you should take some time for yourself and your love ones. Raihan might not also be the ideal guy of comforting but his presence alone can calm you down :)

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Love Cuts Deep

Chapter 10- These Are Strange Times

Summary: Could something positive be truly on the horizon? With the random intrusion of though-to-be-dead Scott Lang at the Avengers Facility, your hope for seeing Bucky again may have yet to be a possibility.

Warning: yeah nothing enjoy the ride

Masterlist

-Five years since the Blip-

Throwing on a dark sleeveless top, you suddenly feel the overwhelming urge to sneeze which evidently causes your little furry companion to startle at the unexpected noise. The furry tigress lets out a meow of protest that pulls forth a humored snicker from you, while the little beast sends you an annoyed look.

Recovering her bearings in a flash, she walks across the short wooden dresser like a model strutting on the runway, her thick mane of mahogany and dark chocolate fur glossy and adequately brushed to perfection, just how your spoiled Main Coon, Silver, likes it.

She purrs happily as she begins playing with Bucky’s dog tags that lay across the small dresser top.

“What are you do..? Oh give me that you little shit.” Silver ignores you until she’s rudely lifted and placed firmly on the carpeted floor before you snatch up the valuable memorabilia. Placing it around your neck where it belongs then glancing down to give her a casual shrug, “Don’t give me that look Silv, I bought you a cool bird feathered cat toy like three days ago. What happened to that?” Silver meows, running her head against your worn out old boots as you smile, “Guess it’s as good as dead huh, you little beast. Now you staying or coming with me to find Nat?” Nothing but purrs of affection.

You lean down to gently rub her head before standing up fully and heading for the door, Silver hot on your heels. Soon you’re both traveling down the hallway until you finally reach the large study. Natasha’s on a conference call with Carol, Rodney, Okoye, and the last two guardians of the galaxy, Rocket and Nebula. And by the looks of it, nothing new has been reported. How disappointing.

Soon they all log off, leaving Natasha alone with Rodney who stays to give Nat a little insight into Barton’s violent whereabouts from the last couple years since he’s been rouge. Apparently he took out a whole cartel in Mexico, so he’s been busy. Definitely not keeping up with those group therapy sessions Steve makes you go to to help cope with the loss. Not that you’ve actually been that consistent with them if we’re being real here.

Quickly enough, Rodney logs out, leaving a tearfully conflicted Natasha as she slouches in her comfy swivel chair. Head in her hands as she holds back the waterfall that threatens to spill within her. You take a step forward, leaning casually against a steel rimmed display area for random nick-nacks. “I’d join you in the fun, but I’m limiting my crying sessions between 1 and 2 in the morning on Tuesdays. So, uh....I brought Silver.” You smile, pointing a finger down to your loyal companion, “Well I guess she brought herself but you know.”

Natasha breaks out into a reluctant grin, genuinely happy to have a bit of positive company within her gloom, “And you didn’t even want her to begin with.” Laughs the red head, “Now I never see one without the other.”

You nod with an almost shy smile, “Yeah, she’s alright.” 

You hear soft movement making its way through the hallway behind you just as Silver meows when Steve casually saunters into the room, coming to stand next to your side as the furry beast paws at his shoes, “What are you here for? Doing some laundry?” You tease at the tall blonde.

Steve smiles at your little jab since he’s not usually always present, doing Captain America stuff and whatnot, “Just here to see some friends.”

Natasha chuckles through glossy eyes, “Well clearly your friends are doing just fine.” Steve knowingly nods paired with a small smile, both you and Natasha look relatively well kept and functional as usual. It’s just, there’s a palpable pain and hidden darkness that always appears to simmer lowly on the surface. Just enough for a skilled eye like Steve’s to notice.

“Exactly.” You add, wandering over to sit cross legged on Natasha’s desk as Steve moves to lean against the display, “But if you’re here to tell us to look on the bright side...”

“I’m gonna hit you in the head with this peanut butter sandwich.” Finishes Natasha with a pursued lipped grin as the 90 year old nods. “Um, right. Force of habit.” Admits Steve, pushing himself off the surface to find a seat next to you and directly across from Natasha. 

The three of you keep to a mutual silence for a long moment until he finally speaks, “You know,” Starts Steve thoughtfully, “I keep telling everybody they should move on...and grow. Some do.” He pauses for a moment as you frown, Natasha looking elsewhere as Steve finally continues, ��But not us.”

She shakes her head, “If we move on, who does this?”

“Maybe it doesn’t need to be done.” Suggests Steve, he means well of course, but maybe he’s right after all, its been five fucking years with absolutely nothing to make for it. Nothing of any significant progress or even a possible way to fix what's happened. 

Natasha blinks through bleary eyes of saddened green while you pet Silver’s furry mane, refusing to give in to that notion, “No.” You whisper softly, causing them to look at you, “We can’t, it wouldn’t be right...at least,” You let out a gentle sigh, “at least not for me....before all of this, before I met all of you. I had nothing.” You admit thoughtfully, “Not a soul in the world who gave a damn whether I lived or died. Then I found Bucky, then I found this. This.....family. And because of it, I’m better off now then I was ten years ago.”

They keep a respectful silence as your breaths become shaky, teary eyes now trained onto Silver’s little ears, “And I know they’re gone now, believe me I fucking know it, but I’m still trying to be better.” Natasha nods in deep understanding, a couple stray tears falling down her cheeks as Steve crosses his arms.

“I think we all need to get a life.” He muses, his tone light as he tries to pull you two back from the edge of grief. You give him a friendly nudge at his annoying brotherliness, “You first.” He chuckles as you throw him a playful glare while Natasha checks an incoming call.

“Oh, hi! Hello! Is anyone home?” Speaks a man frantically from one of the security cameras, an orange van behind him, “This is, uh, Scott Lang. We met a few years ago at the airport.....in Germany?” Now you’ve got his attention.

“What the fuck?” You mutter in bewilderment at the blue tinged image of Scott as Steve and Nat share a confused glance, the three of you quickly rising to your feet while Scott keeps talking about who he is, how he got here, and what he’s learned about the world so far.

“Is this an old message?” Wonders Steve as he studies the image of Scott who’s still waving his hands up at the security camera.

“It’s the front gate.” Replies Natasha with a hopeful smile.

——

All you came here to do was shoot the shit with Natasha and maybe make some actual dinner, but here you are, laying across the study’s plush couch as Scott rambles on and on about the quantum realm. Whatever that happens to actually be, you’ve never heard of anything like that before, but then again you didn’t know aliens existed at one point. So perhaps anything's possible.

Silver brushes her fluffy head across your fingers as they dangle over the couches edge while Scott keeps at his long-winded tellings of how he got there, what it was like, that he’s been technically gone for only five hours, and now he thinks there’s a way to enter this new plane of existence and travel to a fresh alternate reality. Like through a time machine type deal, or whatever he’s on about.

Apparently he means one before Thanos. But it honestly sounds like a load of horseshit and gibberish coming from a desperate man refusing to acknowledge that this is the new shit reality. There’s no fucking way that’s even goddamn possible, right? No way. 

Maybe?

Drifting back out of your doubtful thoughts, you swiftly move yourself into a seated position as Scott begins to self doubt. Head lowering as he mumbles about how crazy that it. You start chuckling as he throws you an almost embarrassed look. “Scott.” You speak to gather his attention, “Nat gets emails from a raccoon. Your idea is admittedly a bit nuts, but nothings that crazy anymore considering all the wild shit I’ve witnessed in the past six years. So I don’t know, maybe there’s a way.”

Scott flashes a hopeful smile as his brows furrow in thought, uncertainty seeping right back into him, “So, uh...who do we talk to about this?”

——

“Stark! Miss us?” You shout at Tony as he holds Morgan in his left arm, an Ironman helmet grasped firmly in the right. He gives the four of you a less then enthusiastic nod of acknowledgment before wordlessly turning around and taking a step up onto the wooden porch.

You give Steve a shrug, “He misses us I can tell.”

Soon Tony let’s Morgan go off to play with you as you opt in to be the babysitter slash distraction from the grownups who are currently discussing if time travel and gathering the stones for ourselves is even a possibility, or even a palpable option that can be done. You skillfully listen to everything they’re saying as the little Stark shows off her array of multiple plant-life assortments picked from the local greenery.

“So I got this cone from that tree over there and then I put a frog in a glass but dad said I had to let him go so I did.” Babbles on the five year old as you entertain her constant musings.

You raise a brow, knowing her shenanigans all too well, “Is he in the garden?”

She mischievously smirks, sneakily peaking over at Tony who’s seated up on the porch, before giving you a nod, “Yeah. I made him a little house from some flat rocks I found too. I named him Froggo.”

You chuckle, “Oh really, Froggo? I like it, has a nice ring to it.” She nods in delight before walking into her tiny tent to retrieve something new as you catch either Scott or Steve saying something about a time heist, what the hell are they going on about now?

“Y/N! Look at this!” Calls Morgan excitedly while bursting out of the tent to run on short legs over to you who’s seated comfortably in the grass, “I got a cool rock from the lake but I didn’t get to show you last time cause you left early.”

Raising your brows in surprise, though you don’t exactly feel as thrilled as she is, you make sure she knows you care, “Woah! A cool rock from the lake, why Morgan I gotta see this.”

“Look.” She hands you a dull grey rock with a tiny fossil shell indentation on it, “It’s from the dinosaurs.”

Examining the small round object, you nod, “Next thing you know I’ll come back to a whole dinosaur excavation site. Impressive Professor Grant, I’m thoroughly amazed.”

She giggles in excitement, “Y/N I know what that means now.” You give her an inquiring look as she smiles proudly, “That’s from Jurassic Park.”

“And your dad let you watch that, with the big Trex eating the goat and everything?” You tease before handing her the prized object, “Next thing I know you’re going to have a whole dinosaur skeleton in your house.”

“Yeah that would be cool. Thanks ninja turtle.” Cackles Morgan as she hugs her rock, smiling brightly as you throw her a puzzled look before joining in on the laughter. “Okay, now you’ve lost me kid, I can’t say I have any idea what you’re talking about.”

She shrugs innocently, “Dad told me to call you that.” Clearly not understanding what she just called you either. A ninja turtle? The fuck is a ninja turtle?

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You muse before looking up to the four of them getting closer to a heated discussion, “Alright Morgs let’s go save your dad before he decides never to invite us back for dinner again.” You add, quickly rising to your feet as she laughs before racing past you, on a beeline for Tony.

You choose to stay out of the conversation and instead wait for Steve, Natasha, and Scott to start walking back towards the car. You lean against the metal as Steve round the corner before catching your eye as he goes down the three steps, “Are we banished from the castle? I was kinda hoping not cause I actually like Pepper’s cooking.”

Steve smiles, “No. He’s not gonna help us is all.”

“Damn that’s shitty.” You retort with a tinge of genuine disappointment, you don’t completely believe this shit is even possible. But dammit if you don’t want them to at least try for all it’s worth. “So what now? I’m guessing you bastards aren’t gonna let this go anytime soon. And cause Tony’s out for the count, we obviously need some different brain power.”

Steve nods while walking closer to the car, “We wanna do this right. So, yeah, we’re gonna need a really big brain.”

Scott turns from Steve to point a thumb in Tony’s general direction, face a mask of confused puzzlement, “Bigger then his?”

-

After a less then pleasant adventure to some cozy little diner in New Jersey where the four of you were subjected to Banner in his weird Hulkness body or whatever the hell he is now. Turns out he was most definitely on board for this time traveling experimentation. Of course he was, the weirdo takes fucking selfies with children nowadays. 

So here you five are now, in the giant glass and metal garage of the Avengers Facility getting things ready for whatever nonsense is about to take place next. The back of Scott’s orange van closed for the moment, keeping hidden some reactor core thing behind its doors. Scott in some safety quantum realm suit while Banner and Natasha stand behind a large intricate assembly of high tech equipment in preparation for the events to hopefully follow.

You keep an amused yet genuinely curious stance off to the side as Bruce gives you a thumbs up, nodding, you face Scott who’s walking over to the van. “Okay, here we go. Time travel test number one everybody! Scott get that bitch open!” You shout with a small bout of rare enthusiasm while he opens up the doors.

“Emergency generators are on standby.” Announces Steve as he walks into view from behind some large plastic containers covered in safety rope.

Banner nods, “Good, because if we blow the grid, I don’t wanna lose, uh..” He points a green thumb at Scott who’s getting his helmet ready, “Tiny here in the 1950’s.”

Scott’s head snaps up in an instant, “Excuse me?” He worries.

Natasha smiles while looking down at her touch pad, “He’s kidding.” She sing songs before shaking her head up at Banner, “You can’t say things like that.”

Banner turns around to face a fearful Scott as you snort at the small bout of humor that you did happen to find rather amusing. Then again, you’re not the labs guinea pig, so instead you casually shrug while giving Scott a half persuasive grin and a thumbs up of reassurance, “Bad joke.” You add as Bruce nervously laughs, “Yeah, it was a bad joke.”

Scott nods apprehensively before turning to walk over to the reactor, appearing to believe the two of you, “You were kidding, right?” Asks Natasha as you raise a brow at Bruce in question. Albeit a smidge doubtful he actually one-hundred percent knows what he’s doing.

“I have no idea.” Whisper yells Banner, confirming your suspicions, “We’re talking about time travel here. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” Explains Bruce, suddenly smiling as he lifts his attention back over to Scott, “We’re good!” He shouts with a positive thumbs up of that prominently famous green.

“Oh we’re so fucked.” You mutter humorously while Natasha shares an uncertain look with you.

“Get your helmet on.” States Banner as Scott does just that, “Scott, I’m gonna send you back a week...let you walk around for an hour, then bring you back in 10 seconds. Make sense?”

Scott smiles brightly, waving him off with confidence, “Perfectly not confusing.” He muses with an almost annoyingly positive expression.

“Good luck Scott. You got this.” Encourages Steve while Scott grins proudly. “You’re right. I do, Captain America.” Then just like that’s he’s gone, sucked into the reactor like a crumb into a vacuum cleaner.

“On a count of three..” Begins Banner, “Three, two, one.” Bruce flips some switches as the machine whirs before a second later and there’s Scott. In the body of a teen. “Uh, guys? This doesn’t feel right.” Worries teen Scott as his brows furrow in confusion, clearly not aware of how he looks. This just got interesting.

“What’s going on?” Questions Steve as Bruce urgently flicks more switches. “Who is that?” Wonders Natasha as you snort at teen Scott, snickering at how absolutely ridiculous your life is becoming and the weird shit you’re adding to the list.

“Oh my god he looks so innocent, like before the world hurt him.” You muse as Natasha’s brows raise in bewilderment, giving you a side glance as she focuses back on the person in question. “Is that, Scott?”

“Yes, it’s Scott!” Protests the sassy little 14 year old before whoosh and he’s gone once again while Banner squats down out of view to mess with some more buttons. A hot second later Scott’s back, this time looking significantly different.

“Oh, my back!” Complains the short wrinkly 80 year old man, Steve sending the back of Bruce a troubled look, “What is this?”

“Hold on a second. Could I get a little space guys.”

Steve hastily jogs around Bruce as he makes his way over to you and Nat, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can you bring him back?”

“I’m working on it.” Mumbles Banner with underlying urgency as he flicks more switches in hopes of getting a better result, whoosh, and Scott’s gone again before reappearing as a...

“It’s a baby.” Deadpans Steve in astonishment.

You burst with laughter, “It’s Scott! Let’s just keep him this way so we don’t have to hear him ramble about how amazing you are, Captain America.” You tease playfully as Steve throws you a what-the-fuck kinda expression. “Y/N! He’s a baby!”

“He‘ll grow.” Adds Bruce as you shrug in agreement. Crossing your arms as you study baby Scott, “Steve you can change the diapers.”

“Bring Scott back.” Urges Steve as he ignores you and Banners amusement of the situation.

“Alright fine.” Chides Bruce, “When I say kill the power, kill the power.”

Natasha rushes past you while mumbling, “Oh, my God.” As you await for Bruce’s fantastic technological skills.

“And....kill it!” Natasha turns the breaker switch downwards and a moment later Scott’s back, this time fully Scott. Whether that’s good or not is debatable.

He stands there, arms open and face twisted in confusion, “Somebody peed my pants. But I don’t know if it was baby me or old me.......Or just...me me.” Speculates Scott as you snort in amusement.

“It was probably just you.”

He sends you an unsure look that’s half offended yet he can’t exactly counter that claim considering he’s just jumped between three different age groups of himself. Bruce claps his hands together before spreading his arms out wide in excitement, “Time travel!” He shouts enthusiastically as Steve shakes his head before turning to walk elsewhere, “What?” Wonders Bruce, “I see this as an absolute win. 

——

In the following weeks after Banner’s half-successful attempt at legitimate time travel, Tony and Rocket have been toiling away tirelessly on Starks actual time machine since he’s agreed to help fix the mess that Thanos left behind. The Avengers base has honestly never been busier; with Tony, Banner, and Rocket working on the giant machine. Everyone else is going about their business helping when needed and hoping for good news.

So here you are now, in the middle of the night with all light sources retired for the evening, hanging out in the kitchen with a bowl of watermelon chunks in your hand, and greatly enjoying the recently rare peace and quiet. Though soon your silent midnight snacking is disrupted when the sounds of human feet padding on tile reaches your ears from down the hallway. Dammit.

The lights flicker on in an instant, blinding your vision for a brief moment before they adjust accordingly to find the blue eyes of Steve, he yelps in surprise, hand holding his chest as he relaxes once more when he realizes it’s just you. Then he does a double take, considering you’re seated crossed legged on the counter with a bowl of watermelon, “Uh, hey there Y/N.”

You nod, awkwardly taking a bite out of your snack, “Steve.”

He raises a curious brow, deciding to step farther into the large kitchen area, “Huh, never seen anyone eat watermelon like that before, but I respect it.” Says the blonde, nodding towards the chopsticks held in your right hand.

“Yeah. Less of a mess.” He nods before taking a Gatorade out of the fridge, “Mind if I sit?”

“Go for it.” He nods before promptly seating himself next to the marble table. “So, eating in the dark? Your inner night owl keeping you from sleeping again?”

You shrug, “I can kinda see in the dark so....yeah, a bit of a night owl.” You admit with a growing frown, not sure why you suddenly feel so down in the dumbs again, “....guess I haven’t really slept well for some time now....well, now since I think about it actually, I probably don’t get as much sleep as your average person.”

“I get that, yeah....I know what you mean.” Lightly chuckles Steve in understanding, taking a small moment of silence to let his mind think of something to sway the atmosphere away from an awkward tension. Parting his eyes away from his clasped hands, he looks up to meet your stoic gaze, “You think all this is possible? I mean they’ve made some real progress and I guess Tony really knows what he’s doing. Still after all this time I can’t help but find it amazing.”

Pursing your lips together in thought, you let a small sigh emit from your parted lips before answering, “I hope so, cause if not. Well, guess that would be as expected.” You admit with a frown, “Maybe that’s just how it’s supposed to go....a fitting punishment for my lengthy list of crimes. I guess that’s fair.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Counters Steve as he sends you a sympathetic look, “What happened to you isn’t your fault, neither is what they made you do, or everything Thanos did to the universe....”

“Yeah, guess you’re probably right....it’s just...just so difficult to move on you know? From all of it, everything swirling in my head, and even though it’s been five fucking years now. I still think of that shit, even worse, I still think of Bucky every single day, I miss him.....I just, I miss all of them.” You admit sadly, setting your snack down as Steve takes a moment to reflect on his own losses.

Suddenly his lips curl into a humored smile as he shakes his head, eyes looking down at the table before they connect with your curious ones, “God he was so different back in the 40’s....Y/N you wouldn’t believe the stuff we got up to, jeesh, the stuff he got up to.” Chuckles Steve as you raise an intrigued brow. 

“Alright Rogers care to elaborate?” You press with a growing smile at the thought of Bucky and learning more about him, “Bucky never told me a whole lot about that time. Considering he’ll probably never get the chance, I think I’d like to learn more about him and what shit you people did back then.”

“Aren’t you from the 1950′s?” Inquires Steve with a humored grin as you wave him off.

“Yeah, yeah, I was a baby back then I don’t remember what happened okay,” You explain, “I was born in 53 alright, and let’s not forget I didn’t exactly have a normal childhood.”

Steve nods, “Right. Fair point.....Okay so..” He laughs, “There was this one time and if you knew me back in the day, of course I was getting in an unsolicited scuffle with some boys who thought it was funny to argue with the paperboy.”

Raising a brow, you begin to smile as his eyes light up, “An unsolicited scuffle?” You muse, “Or is this when skinny Steve got his ass kicked by a couple of mangy dogs?”

“Dogs. Yeah that’s probably more fitting, well you know, of course I had to step in and do something.”

“As expected.” You quickly add as he continues.

“Which I did. And let me tell you they were not a fan. Those assholes ran me for two blocks till I got cornered in some market when who would you know it.....Bucky was there, taking some cute strawberry blonde out for a date while he got groceries for his mom.” Chuckles Steve, blue eyes shimmering with the humorous memories coming back to him about his old friend.

You heart subconsciously swells with the thought of Bucky, “Clever man. Sweet talk your girl while doing something useful.”

“Exactly. I would have gotten a bloody nose if he hadn’t thrown a tomato right at the biggest guys head. That thing coated his hair like red paint, then...” Steve balls his fist as he presses it against his mouth to try and keep himself from losing it with laughter, “...then, his friend turned around and smack! Another tomato right in his face.”

Snickering in amusement, you run a hand down the side of your face at the vivid image forming in your head, “oh Bucky..”

“It was pretty damn accurate too. The other guy booked it down the sidewalk before Buck could get him. Then when he started walking towards us, the other guys took off like a couple of scared birds....fortunately leaving me with no bruises that day.” Says Steve proudly, no doubt thinking fondly on that old memory, “Then of course he told me I gotta be more careful and all that stuff, I said I was fine and he want back to shopping with that girl......huh, don’t think I ever saw her again, well....at least with him.”

“Don’t blame her, he sounded like a real ladies man back in the day, she probably got too jealous.” You joke with a small brow wiggle before your smile lessens again, God you miss him so fucking much, “Thanks Steve.....he seemed, so different. It’s just when I knew him, when I first met him that is, Bucky was very different.”

Steve’s face looses it’s once vibrant glow, he keeps a steady gaze set on you now, knowing your time with him was such a chilling contrast to Bucky in the 40’s. You sigh, “I think I would have liked to see that version of Bucky just once, but I liked the Bucky I got after everything we went through.....after everything’s that’s happened. Maybe 40’s Bucky wouldn’t even look in my direction, I’d probably scare the socks off of him anyways.”

Steve shakes his head, “No way Y/N, you’d have him wrapped around your finger so fast, not a doubt in my mind he’d do anything for you in a heartbeat. That’s just who he was, a player yes, but a kind one who treated everyone with respect through that famous charm of his.....and you, you’d have caught his attention in an instant.”

Looking down at your hands, you raise the corner of your lips into a small half grin at the thought of Sergeant Barnes losing it all to the dangerous vixen that is no doubt yourself, now that’s an interesting thought indeed. Bucky in the 40′s, how about that.

“Maybe you’re right, maybe you’re not....but I know one thing. That I’m glad to have even known him at all, he was...so special and he didn’t even know it.” You pause for a moment, lips pursing together as you think fondly of your past lover. Steve keeps silent, studying your disheartened features as you gather your words, “So if, if they can somehow do this....if it’s even actually possible to get those fucking stones again. I’ll do whatever it takes, Steve.”

Whatever it takes.

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