#was not expecting to gif full on cheeks today but god bless!

[rayandgay]

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[nyimasu]

tags! — size kink is strong in this one, implied power inbalance, teasing, poly relationship, oral ( -> reader, buddha), cum eating, pet names, glove kink, slight gagging because qin shi huang is demanding, emperor kink (yes, you read it right) — wc: 2.3k

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It’s the way you always seem to be so comfortable around the most dangerous and volatile gods that ever existed that catches everyone’s attention. Despite being a mere human your walk is steady, unfaltering. Your chin is up, hair flowing with the wind. 

No one can intimidate you, not even all the pantheons combined. And everybody knows why.

You never bend the knee to any god, not even to Hades himself, who has the (dis)pleasure of meeting you today. His silver hair grazes- no, cuts your skin as you walk past him in one of the many corridors running underneath the arena. And his locks aren’t the only thing tearing you open.

The air is thick with tension and thirst for battle, but the god catches a glimpse of a smirk on your beautiful face and he furrows his brow in amusement. 

What goes on in your mortal head is a secret only two gods have both the curse and blessing of knowing.

The fact you haven’t acknowledged his existence as the divine etiquette commands, however, erases every sympathy or interest Hades might still feel in your regards.

“Human girl.” his voice carries the faintest nuance of annoyance as he bores a hole in your back, still turned to him. You stop, only to glare at him from above your bare shoulder. He matters nothing, as if he’s just a human passerby who deserves nothing but to be quickly glanced at. 

What really sets him off is your tone, veiled with defiance and a dash of humour as you coo:

“Hello, Hades.”

Such arrogance cannot go unpunished.

The King of the Netherworld raises a hand in your direction, bident already materialising out of thin air as you only but stare at him, unfazed, when a swirl of hot wind envelops your body and you close your eyes out of instinct. 

A hearty laugh follows the moment just as your nostrils catch the aroma of candies fluttering all around you. Then, as your eyes open once more you feel the larger, stronger body of a god pressed against your front. You tilt your head up to meet Buddha’s enthralled gaze and his hands wrap around your hips immediately when his attention shifts to someone behind you.

Because another deity has your back — literally.

“And you didn’t want to intervene, huh? Whatcha have to say now, Ying Zheng?”

“Shut up.”

“That’s my line, idiot.” 

The little skirmish between the two doesn’t affect Hades in the slightest, rather his gaze grows colder as he watches you stand on your tiptoes to leave a kiss on Buddha’s cheek. The god smirks at that, and before he can do the same, the stingy kiss of metal graces your exposed nape and the intricate details of Qin Shi Huang’s nail guards imprint their patterns on your skin, making you pant softly. He doesn’t do so in a menacing way, not at all. 

Not yet, at least.

The two Kings stare at each other while Buddha finally takes full possession of your lower back. His hands are kneading your flesh when his attention drifts to Hades, his eyes still transfixed on your now relaxed form in Buddha’s arms. And an idea strokes his mind.

“Hey, Ying Zheng. Don’t ya think he is staring at our girl a bit too much? What is it?

Wanting to have a piece of her so bad that you can’t even look away from us? What would your wife say about your antics, Hades?” is what the deity lets out in the open shamelessly. He’ll be the first one to cast the first stone, and he knows for a fact that his partner will catch up right away.

And Qin Shi Huang does catch up, going even beyond Buddha’s wildest expectations. The King tilts his head towards Hades, blindfold covering his death stare as he chuckles in the sweetest of tones, smiling from ear to ear.

Because if there’s one thing the monarch hates the most is to share his beloved lover with others. Buddha is the only exception, for he transcends the boundaries between humankind and the divine.

“Is that so?” his words cut through the noises of your heart fluttering against your rib cage. Despite his saccharine smile and the little circles he’s drawing on your body, Ying Zheng is not to be messed with right now. He’s boiling with rage.

But what throws you off the most is Hades’ response. His gaze never leaves Qin Shi Huang’s as he steps forward, coming close enough to inhale the scent of you laced with the  two gods’. 

His smile is as sharp as a knife when he walks past Ying Zheng and you, stopping in his tracks once his shoulder brushes Buddha’s chest. Then his voice glides on you like molasses.

“My wife knows I love her dearly. But from time to time, we both love to explore new territories, meet new people, perhaps. What about you?”

He’s not talking to your partners, and you immediately turn and give him a genuine smile.

“If you put that nasty attitude of yours to rest for a night, I might consider it.”

Hades walks away at that, not before shooting the other gods a meaningful look Ying Zheng takes in with gritted teeth. Buddha, on the other hand, decides to tilt your head up and force you to stare into his eyes as he whispers, “Let’s fuck your attitude out of you, first. You’re with me, King of Men?”

A low hiss follows Buddha’s words. “Always.”

You’re in big trouble.

A large palm cups the side of your face, the warmth of it radiating onto your burning skin. You look up and sigh as the man finally gets a glimpse of your glassy eyes, of your hollowed cheeks when you moan around his cock, head bobbing up and down to fully take him in your mouth. It’s impossible, given his girth, so you resort to wrapping your fingers around the base. 

What can’t fit in your throat will be loved in another way. 

“What a sight for sore eyes you are.” Buddha’s tone is gentle but hoarse around the edges when he punctuates the last two words with a teasing thrust in your mouth. But it’s your widened eyes, laced with needy sobs and your hand pumping him to completion, that encourage him to do it again two, three times. He stares into your soul as you take each and every movement of his with little whimpers, stroking and licking and sucking his dick without faltering. 

Well, until you pull away. 

Buddha raises an eyebrow at that, but does nothing until he sees your pretty lips stretch in a sinful smile. And with that, they’re on him again, this time pressing soft kisses on the vein running along his shaft, your tongue coming out to play when you swirl it around his flushed tip.     

His hand on your cheek flies to hover over your nape and push your nose flat against his cock. “Do it again, and I’ll cum all over your face, petal.”

You flash him a grin through lidded eyes. “I hope it’s a promise and not a threa- 

Fuck me.”

Another man’s voice soothes your ears, only to stop when he stares at Buddha from behind your body. “I am. But it’s not easy when you move so much. 

Stay still, or I will force you to.”

Back arched and on all fours between him and Buddha, it’s no problem for the King of Men to tongue your folds one last time, but he sighs when you buck your hips towards him, eager to feel his lips on you. You never learn.

“Very well.”

A soft thud follows the man’s words and for the briefest of moments, the silkyness of the blindfold he wears brushes your legs. So, for his eyes are not veiled by the piece of fabric anymore, you can feel their pearly, piercing hue caress your skin as they go up. The King tilts his head in the other man’s direction and the grip on your hips vanishes altogether. Startled, you look at Buddha to understand what’s going on. However, the deity shots you a sly smirk, and you break out in a loud whimper. 

Yes, you’re utterly fucked.

None of them give you time to voice your confusion, because the first one to move is Buddha himself. Rather, his hand on your neck does. 

All to have your face squished against his pelvis, lips still pressed on his erection, as he strokes your hair oh-so gently when he comes on your face in thick, hot spurts. Chuckles echoing his, you lick every drop Buddha gifts you with and his long, minty-hued locks shield you both from the other man’s eyes when he draws back and stoops lower to give you a kiss. A groan escapes him when he tastes himself on your tongue, but he doesn’t stop to stroke his on yours until you are suddenly pulled up by another pair of hands.

“Ying Zhen-”

The King tuts in your ear, and you almost pass out on the spot the moment you’re on your knees on the bed like him, back against his chest while his hands wander on your body again. His muscles flex and relax languidly behind you, and the itchiness of his breath on you… oh.

“I’m not Ying Zheng for you today. 

Try again”, his voice betrays nothing of the fire burning within him as the index, middle and ring fingers of his left hand inch closer to your throbbing core. Waves upon waves of arousal wet them while his right hand, now sneaking up your throat, comes to rest on your chin.

“Open your mouth.” 

That sight alone, with your head thrown back on the King’s broad shoulder as you oblige, makes Buddha twitch in anticipation, his dick not so spent anymore. It’s almost too much for him to handle, to see the two of you engaging in such debauched acts in front of him.

But to see you stretch out a hand to lure him closer to see the mess between your legs? To sense the King’s crave for you to crumble and for Buddha to watch as he does so?

His dark orbs meet the King’s again as your own roll in the back of the head when Qin Shi Huang’s nail guards pass through your parted lips to graze your tongue, still coated in Buddha’s cum.

A long string of incoherent sounds come out of your throat, your taste buds having a short-circuit at the taste of metallic, sharp kiss of the nail guards mixing with Buddha’s semen in your mouth. 

“Ah, my Kin-”

Qin Shi Huang scoffs, cutting you off again. His left hand’s nail guards curl inward to rub themselves on your pussy. 

Fast. Hard, but careful not to scratch your most sensitive spot with their sharpness.

“Wrong again. Come on, you can do better than that. Don’t make me repeat myself”, you gag around his fingers as he pushes himself deeper and you mewl, desperate to have him satisfied enough to satisfy you. 

“Who am I to you today?” he asks once again.

You anchor yourself to Buddha’s hand engulfing yours, squeezing it as you meekly reply, defeated: “My Emperor.”

“I didn’t hear you. Are my fingers that much of a hindrance to you?”

Before he can tumble them off your tongue, you slightly turn your head to give him a full view of the saliva dripping down his fingers buried in your throat, then your eyes are finally meeting him.

It’s the look on your face that throws him into the deepest misery known to humankind. You’re so full of love for him and Buddha that you’d do anything for them.

Your little laugh is low but sultry all the same when you repeat the epitome, this time circling the King’s fingers with your tongue. The vibrations go straight to his cock, but it’s the way you press yourself against his fingers teasing your pussy that brings Buddha to curse out loud. 

Qin Shi Huang’s tendons snap under the skin, dick poking your lower back as he motions for Buddha to come even closer, to see with his godly eyes what certainly is not.    

Both men are ogling shamelessly at your heaving chest, breasts bouncing with every breath of yours, when your neediness gets the best of you and your other hand flies to grab Qin Shi Huang’s hair.

You are so majestic, more than Ying Zheng or Buddha could ever be. 

Now that he’s buried so deep inside both your holes, the King lets out nothing but a strained growl as you keep stroking his fingers with your warmth, especially your velvety walls that are so desperately trying to swallow his whole hand.

“My petal.”

Buddha turns your face towards him by the chin and watches as you unravel under his and Ying Zheng’s joint touch. 

“Keep sucking his fingers the way you did with my cock. Tear him apart.”

A curt gasp escapes the King. It's outrageous for him to be treated this way. “Buddha, how dare y-”

“Oh, shut up. We all know you got a lil soft spot for our precious petal here.” the deity retorts, and despite the fullness of your mouth, Buddha catches a glimpse of a wicked smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you moan around Qin Shi Huang.    

Cramped as you are between them, it really feels as if you shoved open Heaven’s Gate with a hand to be their own personal, soul-snatching goddess.

Next time Hades might join the dances, who knows. Either way, you're more than ready to oblige every caprice of your favourite gods if it means to be a menace to Zeus himself.

© azanthys — do not copy, translate, repost and modify my works.

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[drowninghell]

Bayverse turtles x GN reader

Turtles reaction to the reader unintentionally wearing their colour at a formal event.

Just some feel good fluff for today folks , minors dni

Michelangelo

“ shut up! Right now! “

The brillant little soul was gobsmacked, hands on his cheeks with his mouth hanging open. “ what?” You quipped, looking down at your smart outfit and then looking up somewhat abashed. Was there something wrong with it?

“ gimme a twirl” the orange clad turtle made a motion with a forefinger and reluctantly you did as told. This man sat with his arms folded, thumb and forefinger holding his chin in contemplation and his greedy eyes guzzled you from head to toe.

“ what? Is it too much?” Due to his scrutinising you couldn’t help but feel like maybe it was too much. To that he shook his head excessively , “ not at all.” He hummed , taking a great step forward , his hands meeting your hips first as he stepped into your bubble, pulling you in at the waist. “ you look sooooo hot. “ he whispered , voice lowering an octave as he kissed at the shell of your ear. With that a great smile broke onto your features as you sunk into his arms.

“ do you really gotta go to this thing tonight?”

Donatello

“ you came.”

You breathed, a small smile gracing your features. Turning on your heel you spun to see your tower of a boyfriend pulling himself in off the fire escape. He pushed his goggles up into his head as he straightened to his full height. Scanning you from head to toe he smiled almost shyly. Rubbing your hands together you looking up to meet his gaze.

“ what do you think?”

Donatello promised to see you off before you headed to your works formal dress staff do. He wouldn’t have missed this.

“ awe dove.” He mumbled, hands coming to cup your face with a tentativeness that was unparalleled to the way anyone else had treated you. A thumb brushing along your bottom lip. “ you look astounding.” He was slow in his speech , measured. Eyes flicking from your own to your lips before you stood up on your toes, leaning in to connect your lips.

Like a breath of fresh air, like you where made for each other , your lips moving together in a soft meaningful embrace before he pulled back and affectionately peppered your face with kisses.

“ who would have thought my colour would look so good on you.”

Leonardo

You where so surprised when you paced out of your bedroom to see your strong silent boyfriend sitting as quietly as you liked on your couch. You where in a whole flap, running late as usual, you didn’t feel like your clothes were fitting you right. You had told your daring dearest that he didn’t have to come see you off. Especially not how you felt tonight.

Upon your entrance he was on his feet, stood as straight and stiff, hands interlocking infront of him. He was somewhat silent, mouth slightly agape before he composed himself. The smile reached his eyes before it crossed lips.

“…. Wow..” he whispered, somewhat under his breath, not really expecting you to hear him. Straight away your head snapping to him. “ please tell me that’s a good wow and not a bad wow.” You where clearly frazzled, hair mildly dishevelled , brushing invisible dust from your thighs.

Leonardo could read you like a book bless, he could see how stressed you looked. “ darling, don’t fret. “ gently brushing that disheveled strand of hair behind your ear. “ you look, magnificent.” His words rumbled in his chest. This primal want washed over him and it took all his composure to stop himself. You met his intense gaze, you could see the want for you.

“ how about tonight, I escort you home , hmm?” There was a cheekiness to the grin that graced his features, one that brought one to your face. “ I would love nothing more.” You whispered.

Raphael

God, the big bara was somewhat excited and not so much all at the same time. Now, you absolutely hated formal events. Hated being kind, more like despised them. You didnt see the need for fancy clothes and painful shoes, but needs a must. So if you have to be subjected to this ‘torture.’ Then so would your brute of a boyfriend.

you tried on different clothes only to toss them aside , Raphael sat on your bed watching the madness unfold. Laid back in his arms with an ease, just glad he wasn’t in your shoes. For the first five outfits it was exciting. It was like strip tease over and over again. However now, as the pile of clothes where building and your frustrations where growing, we’ll , the fun was all but gone.

Until you broke out that outfit. His breath caught in his throat as a devilish grin graved his features, deep enough that his charming dimples where on full display.

“ now ,now, now we have a winner.”

You spun around , looking down at him as you stepped towards him.

“ I knew this would be a favourite. You grinned , rivalling his as you stepped in between his legs. Hungrily his massively strong hands gripped at your thighs, looking up to meet your gaze.

“ oh you know me so well.”

You leaned down and kissed him, strong and passionately, with a haughty attitude. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you flush against his plastron.

He actually broke the embrace regretfully, standing up to his full height , slowly spinning you around towards the door , gently pushing you forward with a squeeze on your rear for good measure.

“ just think, you have me waiting for you as soon as you come home.”

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[normanplusdaryl]

Do you?

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

Word count: 1.4k.

Note: This is my first fic ever, please be nice this is so scary LMAO. I also want to thank @belatalbotgf , @weretheones, @wowcowsmilk, and @darylsbreakfast for tolerating me and blessing me with their knowledge.

A big shout out to @theteasetwrites for this cute gif.

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You were standing before the paintings of Atlanta’s fallen heroes. This was the first time you had the opportunity to look at them closely since Hilltop took your group in.

There was always plenty to do, but today the day was over, and after a couple of close calls on the road everyone from the Kingdom arrived safely.

You first noticed an old man with a white beard whose name was Hershel. His face looked peaceful, full of wisdom and serenity. Daryl talked about him with so much love and respect, he always said Hershel taught him patience, how not to be a hot head.  “He was a real badass, ya know? one time the prison fell sick, we were on a mission to scout medicine and he took care of everyone by himself, one leg and everythin” you chuckled a little remembering his words.

In the middle, there was a young Asian man named Glenn. You didn't know much about him except that he was married to one of the early Hilltop leaders, Hershel’s daughter — but she had been out of the picture for over two years now and Daryl never talked about them.  It seemed like the wound was still fresh and words got stuck in his throat whenever Glenn was mentioned. 

The room was quiet, you could only hear the sound of the fire crackling. Lost in your thoughts you missed Daryl's silent steps when he entered the room, not that it surprised you  — the archer was good at being quiet due to his hunting skills.

You felt his breath near you and your body reacted quickly, the calm you were experiencing minutes ago was replaced by an electric shock running through your body in waves.

“These are beautiful” you managed to say, almost in a whisper without taking your eyes away from the paintings. You could feel his gaze focused solemnly on you, it burned as much as the wood in the fireplace. 

“You're beautiful,” Daryl thought. For a brief second he got lost looking at the frame of your face, the soft light cuddling your features, god, if he could have his way he would look at you every second of his damn life.  

You slowly turned to him, “I’d love to hear more about them”.

Daryl nervously began to bite his bottom lip as he nodded — “Someday”.

He knew why he came out looking for you, like a mantra he repeated the words in his head over and over going up the stairs, but having you this close clouded his mind making him feel dizzy. He didn’t want to go, how could he when you were staying here looking this pretty ? 

“We are leavin’ to Alexandria early in the mornin’, Michonne is worried about the kids” he finally said.  

Your lungs suddenly ran out of air, you knew he was supposed to go back home, to his home, but you didn’t expect it to be so soon. 

The last couple of months you and Daryl fought hard to help the Kingdom from falling apart, you spent your days and nights with the archer until the decision of relocating the town to Hilltop was made.

You wanted to say something that would make him stay a little longer, the idea of being away from him made you feel physically ill.

He needed to know how much you’ve learned to care for him, to love him.  

“Daryl, I…” a flash of confidence brought your hand to his right cheek, barely touching it, waiting for his reaction. Daryl stiffened a little, but then he rested his head really softly on your hand, a gesture that almost went unnoticed.

He looked into your eyes deeply, his heart racing at the feeling of your touch. He knew he wanted you, damn it, he has known it for a long time now. The time you two spent together was the happiest he ever felt despite the circumstances. Watching you slowly become part of the group and your willingness to help made his heart feel full.

He couldn't pinpoint when he realized he loved you, maybe it was when you fought by his side to protect Henry and Lydia in the building tower, or that time when you braided Judith’s hair on your way to the Kingdom’s fair. Daryl didn’t believe in soulmates until he met you because being with you felt easy and right.

His eyes were glued to you, and you could feel the heat of your body crushing you. Maybe this was your opportunity, after everything that happened, why not?. You attempted to move your hand a little more but your mind remembered times were hard and the threat of the Whisperers was still around the corner. 

Daryl’s priority would always be the safety of his family and you couldn’t be selfish, not to him.

Lowering your hand, you focused your sight on the ground and felt tears wetting your eyelashes. “Please be careful, ok?” your voice broke a little — “I have to go.” 

Daryl didn't know how he gathered the courage, but he instinctively reached for your hand before you could make another step.

“Do ya?, do ya really have to go?” he said softly, as he tugged your hand just a little.

Silence filled the room, the storm outside shrank and you could only hear your heartbeat in your ears. 

“I mean, — shit!... I'm not good at this, but…, Y/N the last months with ya meant everythin’ to me” he drawled, “and I… dunno how to say this, but…” 

“Wh-What?” you mumbled, blinking twice trying to process the meaning behind his words.

“I… I…, I love ya alrigh’? In a way I’ve never loved anyone before, and I know yer family lives here — and it’s not fair to ya or them to ask this, but I need to know if ya would like to come with me tomorrow”

Daryl started to feel anxious as he roomed into your eyes trying to figure out what you were thinking. “Dumbass” — maybe he got everything wrong and you didn't feel the same way about him. 

Panic started to wash over him and his mind worked fast trying to compile some words to apologize for his stupidity.

But then, you smiled. 

“I’m just saying, it's weird that she didn’t sleep here!” Magna’s voice was louder than she intended.

“Don't worry, you know Y/N, she always wakes up earlier than all of us, maybe she is helping with the provisions for Alexandria” Kelly replied, trying to calm her down.

“You’re not listening to me” Magna pointed to your perfectly made bed — “she didn't come to the trailer at all”.

Connie and Kelly shared a concerned look, “Ok, let’s go find her” Connie signed.

The group decided to split up in hopes to cover more ground in less time.

The sisters kept searching in the trailers while Yumiko asked the guards of the watchtowers and Magna looked in the Barrington House, she took a deep breath and strode into the building.

You were coming down the stairs when she spotted you, her worries faded away and a big smile crossed her face as soon as she saw Daryl holding your hand behind you. 

“So that's where you slept, huh?” she said with a knowing tone.

You chuckled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to worry you”.

“Yeah, it looks like you were really concerned about me” Magna rolled her eyes while lifting her head towards Daryl who was standing nervously — “Is everything ok?”.

“Yes, fine, fine… I, um, actually wanted to talk to you…” 

Magna stared at you and her heart sank, she knew what you were about to say, your feelings for Daryl haven’t been unnoticed by the curly haired girl, she knew you well, better than anybody.

“You’re not staying here” she stated before you could finish your sentence.

“Look, I know you don’t trust him” you began to explain.

“You’re right, I don’t” Magna replied, raising her voice a little so Daryl could hear her.

“But you trust me, right?” you continued.

Magna looked up to Daryl who was fixing his crossbow getting ready to go, in a split second his eyes laid on you and she noticed the tenderness in his gaze. 

She knew he was a good man, everyone talked about his bravery all the time — in fact if someone asked her, she would say it was kind of annoying how much people seemed to praise on Daryl. For many years your tiny group were together by themselves and still managed to survive everything, it would take a lot for her to trust 100% in other people.

“I do,” she finally answered while hugging you tightly,— “I’m just going to miss you,”.

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[tokoyamisstuff]

Scandal Ch. 1 - Loki x Reader

Summary: After your child is born a Frost Giant, your husband accuses you of infidelitiy, unaware about his own heritage...

Warnings: Pregnancy, Childbirth, Angst, Mild Cussing

Noteable: Takes place before Thor 1, Asgardian Fem! Reader

Words: ~1800

I Story Masterlist I General Masterlist I

It was as if your anchestors wanted to deliver a warning, for Asgard had never faced a storm matching this fateful afternoon.

The thunder swallowed all of your screams and cries, every curse you spoke with each contraction as the baby made it’s way into this world. All this time, your precious husband would never leave your side, letting you squeeze his hand as much as you needed.

“Only a little bit more, my Lady!” the midwife shoutet from between your legs, her tone calm yet cheerful. “I can already see the head!”

“I’m right here. You’re doing wonderful, my petal.” Loki was softly petting your hair, pressing a wet kiss into your forehead. “You are incredibly strong, Y/N. And I love you so much!”

Remaining collected was using up all of his energy at that very moment, you knew that much. Yet not even the God of Lies could hide all the helplessness and excitement stirring in his head at that very moment.

Being with the Prince of Asgard was just like in a dream.

Once you get to know him, that troublesome arrogant lone wolf turned into a smart, caring - and especially charming - prince. And hel, Loki treated you like a Queen.

All this pain you were experiencing right now would ultimately lead to the greatest bliss imagineable - just like it was with Loki.

Oh, how dearly you had fought, suffered, yearned for him, only to be rewarded with heartbreak and frustration. In between his feverishly chase for the throne and his rivalry with Thor, there was just no room for a loving relationship to grow.

The crushing weight of thinking himself unworthy for affection had made him cold and bitter over the millenias, telling himself the comforting lie that he was above all, born for a glorious purpose.

For the God of Mischief, whose kinsmen had always made him feel out of place or under-appreciated, the process of trusting had always been one step forward, three steps back.

But through your compassion, and with a great deal of patience and understanding, you slowly but steadily melted the ice around the prince’s heart.

Because deep inside, you always knew that it was worth it.

And today would be the peak of your romance: Your child would forever remind the Odinson that he belonged somewhere - right here, with you.

“It’s a boy!”

“A heir?!” Loki exclaimed, smothering your face in kisses. “Well done!”

You smiled weakly at his excitement, in between choked sobs. All that your exhausted self was able to process was the fact that your child is born - and you already loved him beyond reason.

“Where is he?!” you whimpered, unable to realize how the air in the room had shifted - for when the midwife touched the infant, she began to scream in agony.

“What’s wrong?!” Loki’s eyes were narrowing at the midwife that almost dropped his newborn, detecting some sort of burn wound on her palm. Quickly, she had covered the boy in a towel, aware that if any harm came over that baby, she was to die at the God of Mischief’s hands.

A flash of lightning was brightening the whole room, which had only been flooded by dim candle light until now.

Another one of the midwife’s screeched in terror, almost stumbling as she frantically erscaped your bedchamber. The adrenaline from birth and worry about your child sharpened your senses, yet concentration was almost impossible.

Still, the words she was yelling as she ran down the hall send a shiver down your spine:

“It’s a monster.”

Your head was spinning as you rushed into an upright position, with two nurses pressing you onto the bed again. “Milady, you need to rest! It’s still too early!”

“What is wrong with my child?!?” you desperately screamed, kicking with your legs to free yourself from their hold. “Give it to me!”

Their expressions were too much to bear. Your head was spinning, seeing pity mixing up with disgust and anger in their eyes.

“Enough!” Loki finally broke his own silence, his mind having been occupied with all the horror scenarios one could think about.

Walking up to the midwife carrying the infant, he demanded seeing it. “Your highness, don’t-” yet the midwife’s beg was for naught.

Yes, everything will be alright. Loki will take care of it, like he always does. After all, he’s your savior, your hero, the love of your life...

Gently and insecure, your husband cradled the newborn in his arms - a sight to behold. And the baby’s strong cries assured you that it was at least alive.

However, as soon as he dared to unwrap the towel, revealing it’s face, Loki’s heartbeat completely stopped for a second. His trembling lip began to shake, mouth widely agape as he took in the child’s form.

For a brief moment, his mind was completely blank. All emotion dropped from his face before taking in a complete different demeanour.

“Wha-” you wouldn’t dare ending that sentence when your husband’s furious eyes met yours.

The air was so thick, you thought not even Thor’s hammer could break it. Clearly ritten on Loki’s usual unreadable face were so many emotions at once:

Aversion, fury, incredible sorrow...all directed towards you? The child?

Impossible.

Loki Odinson loved you more than anything in this world, this was the only thing you had always been sure he wasn’t lying about.

“From all the people I expected to betray me...” His voice was hoarse, as if the ache in his heart was wrapping around his throat. “Why did it have to be you?”

You could feel the horrendous aura, a wave of sadness and despair coming from your husband. Seeing him like this was like torture.

“What- what do you mean, darling-”

“Don’t fucking call me that, you harlot!” That was surely not the first time your lover had raised your voice against you - he could be a bit difficult at times, obviously.

But this time was different somehow. It sounded so...ultimate.

And the Loki you knew would never use such harsh words against you!

“Please, I beg of you...just let me see my baby!” Everything was just too much for you, almost to the point of passing out. 

And the man did as you pleaded, almost shoving the child into your arms. “There, have your bastard! And make sure to never show your filthy faces to me ever again!”

With that, he stormed out of the room, leaving you with those strange nurses looking at you like you’ve just commited an unforgiveable crime.

There was no use in overthinking this. He’ll come back like he always did. You can work this out, whatever it is - even if you are gonna be mad for a very long time, making such a fuss and then disappearing instead of taking care of you, the mother of his child.

Out of a whim, you decided to finally observe the little being you’ve been waiting for all those months.

A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you realized just why everyone was so worked up about that little boy. Yet the sound you made was solely surprised - not a hint of fear or rejection laced your voice.

It was a beautiful baby boy, little fists balled to the air as if he was searching for the warmth of his parents - though his skin was in the shade of a dark blue. When you dared running your hand over the deep lines and ridges on his body, the stinging pain of frostbite immediately stung your fingertips. His eyes snapped open, looking at you with black irises through red scleras.

You knew the meaning of this, even though you didn’t understand how this was possible: This child was a biological Frost Giant. A small one, but nonetheless.

A curse? Was someone trying to play your family dirty? No. If that was the case, the child wouldn’t also have actual powers together with the appearance.

Just how long have those tears been running down your cheeks in thick streams already? You wouldn’t know.

Only one thing came as clear as daylight to you: You loved this baby, more than anything in this world. And no matter the hardships that came along with it - you would protect him, no matter what!

“He’s magnificent...” you sniffled, pecking some quick kisses onto his small body before the cold could hurt you. “I love you so, so much...!”

Not minding the judging looks of the nurses, let alone wondering about the consequences, resolve was starting to give you new strenght.

The boy got a grasp on your finger, and instead of your skin freezing off as expected, your magic allowed him to the boy to finally disguise itself as one of you. How was this even possible? Well, this is probably the first time something like this ever happened, so no one could prepare you for what to expect with this child.

They all say that birth was an impactful event - but nothing could’ve prepared you for everything that you had to endure on this day.

Yet nothing could’ve stopped you from believing that this child was the greatest blessing that ever came over you.

Now you only had to convince your husband of that very fact...

“Y/N Y/L/N!” the guard wouldn’t even bother adressing you with your full title as his harsh voice woke you up. When had you drifted away into slumber anyway? You were probably way more worn out than you wanted to admit...

Your eyes immediately snapped open, heart skipping a beat until you saw that your son was still sleeping soundly right next to you. Stroking his cheek as he smiled up to you, it almost made you forget about that burdensome situation.

“Hey!” Protectingly, you were holding onto your child for dear life as the guard approached both of you. “I have an important message to deliver!”

You scowled, almost like an animal mother protecting their offsprings with baring teeth, even though you knew in that state you would be completely and utterly helpless. “Why now? What could be more important than the well-being of my child?”

The answer let your blood run cold:

“I am here to announce that Lady Y/N Y/L/N has to face a trial in front of the Allfather. The following crimes she is being accused of: Infidelity, collaboration with the enemy and trying to sneak one of them into our glorious kingdom.”

#Loki #Loki Odinson #Loki x Reader #Loki x You #Loki / Reader #Loki Laufeyson #Loki Friggason #Marvel #Self Ship #Writing #Fanfiction

[anika-ann]

The Fall Tale (S.R.)

(Of Fallen Leaves and Falling Dames)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader    Word Count: 3400

Summary: 

You just wanted to take advantage of the joy that the fall provides. You just wanted to be silly for a bit, let go of the adulting and feel as carefree as a kid again.

It gets enormously out of hand, but you find yourself unable to complain at the turn of events.

Prompt: one involving the fall, colourful leaves and a meet-cute (full prompt at the end of the fic as to not spoil the plot)

Warnings: swearing and tooth-rotting fluff (no really, it’s dripping sweetness as a damn maple sirup)… kids involved, not reader’s

A/N: For wonderlandmind4 challenge. Thanks for letting me participate in such awesome challenge! I adore this prompt! I hope you’ll get many sweet followers and that you’ll enjoy the submitted fics!

A/N 2: the lovely fall devider by firefly-graphics

The air was crisp, almost biting against our skin, but for the first time in a while, you didn’t mind one bit – even if your outfit was clueing otherwise.

The last October week was an unpleasant thing for multiple reasons, but the weather really was the cherry on top of your bittersweet cake; saying that was you being dramatic as hell, the past few days had only required of you to run many many adult errands, but still.

The gloomy morning fog that often lingered, overstaying its welcome, the cold wind and the absence of sun was beginning to take its toll on you, painfully reminding that the ‘sweater weather’, better-known to you as the ‘witch-bitch autumn time’, had long chased Indian summer away. You hated this kind of weather.

Colourful leaves, sun seeping through the clouds, playing with the vivid yellow, orange, red and remaining green in the treetops? God bless.

The kind of weather which this week graced you with, more or less requiring to keep your mouth covered with a scarf when going out? No, nope sire, shove it.

Today, however, a small miracle occurred; despite the yucky morning drizzle and downright icy wind, sunrays found their way through the clouds, illuminating you path as you had decided to reward yourself for the boring adulting-filled morning you pushed through.

The park was mostly quiet, the majority of New York City citizens clearly discouraged by the slick traps of mud and fallen leaves and the reluctant rise of temperature. Walking in the alley lined with maples and oaks felt like a dream, the uneasy feeling, tied to the many responsibilities to your person, that had been clutching at your gut subdued, the weight falling from your shoulders and allowing you to breathe in. Smile even grazed your lips as you spotted a dark-skinned man practically serving like a jungle gym to two kids, whose laughter was brought to you by the wind.

God, you wished to be a kid just for a moment again! (And the opportunity to climb that broad-shouldered man was only a part of the reason.)

You snickered under your breath, your gaze moving on—and falling onto a pile of fallen and neatly raked leaves by an old oak roughly three hundred feet from you.

Your smile widened. Someone from above was clearly sending you a signal and a wordless approval of your need for some child-like behaviour – because damn, was there anything more childish that wanting jump right into those leaves?

Your mind helpfully supplied you with an image of kids stomping into a puddle and jumping in that muddy mess and you came to conclusion that there were worse things you could do. Laundry day was ahead anyway.

With one goal ahead, chanting that you deserved a break from adulting, you quickened your pace and approached the pile with determination. You spun around, chuckling to yourself and trying hard not to think about the poor person who had worked on raking the leaves so hard, you spread your arms wide, closed your eyes in bliss and let yourself fall to the soft natural bedding.

The collision with something hard came sooner than expected, causing a startled yelp erupt from your throat – mostly because the mass your body met with moved and grunted.

You quickly spun away, literally falling on your ass when you tried to stand up again. A head peeked out from the pile of colourful leaves, followed by impossibly large frame of a man sitting up.

You sat there with our mouth open in mute awe, heart pounding in your chest, head spinning from both the shock and abrupt movements.

Still, you had enough wits to notice two things.

One, the man was gorgeous. Blond hair slightly ruffled by the wind and his previous hideout, startlingly bright blue eyes framed by unfairly thick and long eyelashes, plush lips, sharp jaw—and gosh, you didn’t think you had even seen shoulders so broad and arms begging to be wrapped in so prominently.

Two, the man, obviously, had leaves in his hair, a tiny smidge of mud on his cheek, his clothes, while rather fine and as if stolen from a sports catalogue, damp and little dirty; and he was frowning at you. And kinda gaping. Probably hurting too – the impact for you had been unpleasant, but it must have seriously hurt him.

And yet, instead of apologizing to him for this absurd situation, a whole different sentence left your lips as you were still seated on your ass on the wet ground, palms supporting you on your sides.

“What the hell are you doing here, hiding in a pile of leaves?!” you shrieked, the high-pitched sound as embarrassing as your reaction. You gulped when the real-life Adonis in front of you grimaced, cleaning himself of some of the leaves stuck in his hair. Your fingers might have twitched in urge to help him, but your mind went entirely elsewhere, another thing occurring to you. “Could you even breathe in there?!”

Clearly, he could, since he was perfectly fine.

Bravo, you genius, why couldn’t you figure that out before asking such a stupid question?

He stared at you for another moment too long, apparently as taken aback by the situation at hand as you were… and then he chuckled, his hand scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Eh, yeah, I could. And I was… uhm-“ he beckoned to the trio you had noticed earlier, the man who was probably babysitting for a friend, and you let out a silent oh as a victorious yell carried through the park “-playing hide and seek. Are you okay?”

The question was so softly spoken, a timid smile creeping to his lips and your heart melted an instant, laughter bubbling in your chest at the ridiculous predicament you found yourself in.

Talk about an embarrassing meet-cute with the most beautiful (yes, beautiful) man you could ever imagine. What else could you do but laugh… and perhaps fall in love a bit? You had jumped at him and he was asking if you were okay.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you assured him, returning the smile, not any less sheepish. His eyes lit up even more and your heart, finally slowing down a bit, started racing again. You must have hit your head and now you were making this guy up, right? There was no way a man like this actually walked the Earth. “Are you though?”

One corner of his lips rose higher as he climbed to his feet, dusting off his palms as much as he could, and gentlemanly offered you a hand to help you stand up. You could swoon at that moment.

“Worse things happened to me than having a pretty woman land on me.”

Uhh, a smooth talker when he wanted to be. Would you look at that.

You accepted his hand just for the sheer indulgence and to make sure you actually hadn’t imagined him, because this--- this specimen was talking to you and flirting with you. Doubting his existence was only natural.

His calloused palm tugged you up gently with barely any effort, the warmth of his skin seeping into yours and you had to force yourself to let go.

“Well, I’m glad. And uhm… I’m sorry. I really didn’t expect to--eh, you know,” you gestured awkwardly between him and the messed-up pile in a place of an explanation. He only shook his head, his eyes never leaving yours, a spark of laughter in them. “Question still stands though. Why would you hide here of all places? Kids love jumping into these.”

His eyebrows shot up and he chuckled, looking you up from head to toe. You felt a rush of blood warming your cheeks when you realized what a dishevelled picture you must have made and you self-consciously dusted off your clothes as if it had any effect.

“And yet it was you who jumped. Interesting,” he mused in a teasing manner, with no malice in his voice as he called you out on your child-like antics.

You pressed your lips into a thin line, grinning self-depreciatingly. You had totally walked into that one.

“I-uhm… I have a young soul…?”

The god amongst men huffed a laugh, the corners of his eyes crinkling and fuck, you really were falling hard by the second. He was—no words existed in English language to describe what a looker and charmer he was. The infamous butterflies flipped their wings wildly in your stomach, the slight embarrassment, while lingering, you barely acknowledged when the man laughed at your joke.

A sudden movement to your right startled you along with a heavy thud of feet and you yelped for the second time that afternoon, instinctively jumping away; your feet slipped on the wet ground and you prepared yourself for an unwanted meeting with the ground-

Only to land in Steve’s arms, curling around you protectively, sending your heart plummeting on the park floor – both in fright and dizziness, because shit he was warm and strong and over the natural scent of the park that lingered on his clothes, you got a whiff of his cologne and detergent and whatever and gosh, he smelled so good too. And his face was now in dangerous proximity and his beaty was even more startling up close and you could die a happy woman right here.

You found yourself so intoxicated that it took you a while to follow his gaze to the source of your current predicament; another man, just as ridiculously fit (what the hell was happening today, first the kid guy, then the charming blondie and now this brunet), with a shit-eating grin on his lips.

“Is all good, dollface. Steve here is an old soul, you’ll make a perfect match,” the man hummed as a thumping of several pair of feet shook the ground, announcing the incoming trio, still too far to overhear your absurd conversation.

The cheekiness of the newcomer and the fact he had just dropped from a freakin’ tree only to land right next to you would be annoying if he hadn’t just called you a good match to Steve and hadn’t finally reveal your handsome stranger’s name.

Steve.

He kinda looked like a Steve.

Steve sighed, sounding bone-tired because of his friend’s attitude. “Dammit, Bucky. Give the dame here a heart-attack, why don’t you?”

Dame?

“Got her in your arms, didn’t it?” Bucky retorted nonchalantly and as if in slow motion, Steve glanced down at you as he held you securely to his frame, appearing to realize your proximity for the first time. He swiftly helped you to find your footing for the second time that day and let go, causing you miss his warmth in an instant. “Hey there. This was so funny to watch that I forgive you for compromising our positions.”

Your cheeks felt like on fire again.

Sadly, you didn’t get a chance to come up a snarky remark as the ‘seekers’ finally reached you with booming laughter.

“We found you, Uncle Steve! And Uncle Bucky! Do we get the hot chocolate?” the girl around eight years old asked excitedly as she grabbed Steve’s arm and tugged on it as if she already wanted him to lead the way towards what you assumed was the promised sweet treat.

Truth to be told, your heart might have skipped a beat in relief upon learning that your new flirty buddy wasn’t the father. Also, you almost swooned, again, when he scooped the girl to his arms – correction, arm – and booped the girl’s nose, making her giggle. The image pulled at your heartstrings and you didn’t even bother analysing the fact that you felt such intense emotions after barely meeting the guy.

“Of course we do, Lila! They promised!” the boy, of whom you guessed was maybe two years younger, stated as if it was clear as day. Then, he swiftly took advantage of his new tree to climb – Bucky.

The man whom you seen earlier with them huffed.

“Not sure if it’s a good idea to feed them more sugar,” he questioned, sceptical. Then he turned to you, flashing you a smile that seemed kind despite his next words. “Hi. Thanks for your tremendous help. You sentenced us to an afternoon with sugar-fuelled monsters.”

Your eyebrows rose at such accusation, challenging, as you were not about to take the blame.

“Pretty sure you did that when you agreed to babysit.”

“Okay, that’s a fair point, I suppose.”

“It is,” you sassed him back.

Despite that, you couldn’t but make an offer. Not because you felt too guilty for ‘compromising Steve’s position’ – but because you couldn’t pass at the potential opportunity to spend more time with th--- yeah, mainly with Steve, who were you kidding. Though they all seemed like a funny bunch.

Yet, you eyed Steve as you worried your teeth over your lower lip. “However, since you’ve been made because of me, I might treat you guys a coffee? In a café that won’t kick us out despite the state of our clothes?”

Steve’s eyes met yours and even if he was beat to speaking by Lila, you could tell that he liked the proposition. Whether it was because of an intense coffee craving or liking the idea of not parting ways with you yet (he had been flirting!), you couldn’t tell.

You hoped for the latter.

“Yes! The nice lady will buy coffee for you grown-ups and we get a hot chocolate! Yay!”

All the grown-ups couldn’t but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm.

“Well, the nice lady needs to know that she doesn’t have to do that. But I could use some caffeine,” Steve said politely, a twinkle of mischief in his eye. “But we all know we shouldn’t let a stranger walk us to god-knows-where, don’t we? No matter how pretty they are. Does the nice lady have a name?”

Ah, the smooth talked was back. And if Bucky’s and the other man’s smirks were anything to go by (or the look they exchanged for that matter), they were both amused and impressed by his flirting skills.

You introduced yourself then, shaking hands with Lila and her brother Cooper’s hand, followed by Bucky’s (with some difficultees as he was a bit occupied with the climbing Cooper) and then Sam’s. Steve shifted Lila from one arm to the other, just like that-- Jesus he was strong, and shook your hand as well, his touch lingering a little.

You certainly didn’t complain.

“It’s settled then. Lead the way,” Sam beckoned to you, before he stared down the two youngsters. “And you, down, you were full of energy a minute ago, you can walk just fine without these two carrying you.”

“Yes, Uncle Sam,” sounded unison from the kids, and you snicked, a picture of a leaflet asking men to join the army flickering in front of your eyes at the addressing.

Looking back, it should have dawn to you right then. Hell, you even considered that they might have all been a part of some law enforcement, or maybe firefighters, judging by their built, but the obvious didn’t occur to you; not until you reached the café and got questioned by your friend about when you had adopted three Avengers and two kids.

You stopped dead in your tracks upon Jill’s exclamation, your whole body freezing – including your brain.

Steve.

Bucky.

Sam.

Their ridiculously ripped bodies. Steve being an old soul, for Christ’s sake!

Oh no.

The air was tense for several seconds as you reconciled with the fact that you had had found yourself landing on Captain America twice today and that you had met the Falcon and the Winter Soldier while they were babysitting of all things.

“Pretty sure that now we’ve been made,” Sam uttered, causing you break from your trance. To your own surprise, a half-insane chuckle erupted from our throat, the sound being just another reason to hide your face in your palms, wishing for the floor to swallow you. The cheek you showed to damn superheroes! “Well, it was fun while it lasted and she treated you like the dorks you are.”

Huh?

“Look who’s talking, birdbrain,” Bucky huffed and based on the audio, since you sort of eliminated your visual input by hiding behind your hands, it sounded as if Bucky pulled Sam and the kids away, leaving you and Steve alone by the counter with a swift ‘you know our orders, punk’ thrown over his shoulder.

When Steve didn’t say anything for what felt like an eternity and a half, you spread your fingers so you could peek at him between them; you found him smiling at you patiently, but the twinkle from his eye, the one you had already learned to adore, was gone.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any disrespect, or-“

Steve – Captain America – shook his head, slowly reaching out to gently grasp your forearms to make you lose the barrier created from your hands. The movement was very slow and easy to spot so you could stop him if you wanted; because of course, he would respect your boundaries, he was a gentleman from the past century. You let him; you gave up to the pressure, but fixed our gaze on the floor, unable to face him fully as he released your arms.

“Hey. No worries. It was actually really nice to be just a weird guy who got jumped on, because he was hiding in a pile of raked leaves,” he admitted kindly and that had you raise your eyes to his again, finding nothing but honesty in his brilliant irises. “It was really nice to think I might have had a shot with a gal like you even being just that guy.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, your breath hitching in hope.

Wait, hold on a second, did that mean—but- certainly you weren’t that lucky, you-

“Uhm… it- it was?” you stuttered, mesmerized by the comeback of the twinkle to his eyes as he smiled wider and nodded. Your pulse skyrocketed, your head spinning for a bit because of what he was implying. He really liked you? “Oh. That’s… he did have a shot for sure. He—uhm, he was pretty charming.”

A shot? Like thousand of them! A million!

You wouldn’t even dare to dream about a guy like Steve being interested in you – he was so out of your league. Showing as much as a mild interest and you’d jump after the chance despite questioning the reality of it all – you kinda wanted to pinch yourself.

If he wanted to give you two a try and see you again… gee, who were you to protest. Already you had been falling for his gorgeous smile and stupidly handsome face… and body. And flirting. And-

He searched your face for a short moment and only then it dawned to you that with the words you used, it might have sounded as if he didn’t have that shot anymore. But he must have understood what you meant from what he read in your expression, because he took a tiny step closer to you.

All of sudden, you found it incredibly hard to breathe, as if your racing heart and spinning head wasn’t dangerous enough; you were almost afraid to breathe in, because if you got another whiff of him, you might jump him right here and now.

Focus.

Steve’s smile was bright as were his eyes, his voice only carrying a trace of self-consciousness as he spoke. “And now? Do I still have it?”

With sudden surge of confidence, your fingers brushed his hand as you glanced at him from under your eyelashes; his smile when you squeezed his hand could power a good part of Manhattan.

“Yeah. I think I’d like him to take me out for coffee or something…” Your gaze flickered to the boot padded with towels, which you got from the friendly owner in order to not let the hide-and-seekers dirty the cushions, and you couldn’t but grin cheekily. “Preferably without four children to babysit.”

Steve reciprocated the squeeze of your hand first and then burst out laughing when you finished, watching you as if you were the greatest and funniest thing that ever happened to him in like a month – which, as far as the humour went, it might have been.

“You got yourself a deal.” And as if you weren’t already halfway in love with him, he raised your still connected hands and landed a brief kiss on the back of yours. “I can’t wait.”

The Winter Tale - sequel

S.R. masterlist

Thank you for reading! 

Our fall weather does suck momentarily, so I hope your doesn’t and if it does that this warmed you up a bit.

Full prompt: Jumping into a pile of colourful leaves. Only to accidentally land on a body hiding in the leaves as a stake out or game and now their position is compromised (Fall)

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[melissa-kenobi]

Surprises

[Poe Dameron x Reader]

A/N: BTW I don't know much about Poe's mum but I did try my best, some of it may not be accurate but you can pretend it is.. :)

"Quickly Dameron!" You whispered hurriedly as you tug on his orange jumpsuit, urging him to follow you. You take a few steps forward before he slips his hand into yours as he follows you behind, looking a sweet soft lost puppy.

"What's wrong sweetheart? Too eager fo-" You cut him off by slapping a hand across his chest as he lets out a small huff of pain before closing his mouth and seeing his friends up ahead. Finn, Rey and his wonderful droid BB-8 were waiting for the two of you to go for some celebratory drinks, but Poe had other ideas for you.

The minute his X-Wing had landed, he'd rushed to General Organa, handing in his report as quick as possible, avoiding contact with anyone else before taking a shower and finding you. Oh boy had you teased Poe during his mission, he was all worked up from a successful mission and your teasing. If his squadron wasn't with him, and yours, he was pretty sure he would have made you land on the closet planet with him as he took you in the seat of his X-Wing, or yours, he didn't really care. But alas, Poe was unlucky, the minute he had found you, you were already tugging him to meet his friends. Not even a single congratulations kiss had you given him but a small slap on his chest as he proposed staying in bed with you and skipping out on drinks.

"Y/N..." Poe complained as he slumped on your shoulder. "Can't we stay here...? I'll sure we'll have a much better time than having drinks.." His rough fingers trailing down your back, sending tingles down your spine, to slap your bottom as he tugged you back against him, stopping you still in your tracks.

"Poe Dameron!" You whisper-yelled as you stumbled against him, feeling a thick bump against the back of your thigh as Poe slowly grinded against you, small soft moans tumbling out his mouth as he pleasured himself on you. His arms tightening on your hips as he guided your movements.

"You better stop that right now, or so god help me, I will get Leia on your case!" You pulled away from him, stopping his ministrations on you as you stomped over to your friends. You knew Poe, and you knew he would stop at nothing till he got what he wanted, but you were prepared. It's not that you didn't want to be with him, it's just Rey, Finn and BB-8 had planned a surprise party for him, considering today was his birthday and you wanted him to celebrate it with his friends and not just you. Although mind you, you wouldn't mind giving him his present later on, one that you know he would definitely enjoy.

"You're a tease L/N, you know that?" Poe groaned in frustration as he followed behind, awkwardly shuffling behind you, using you as cover to hide his hard on.

You didn't reply, only sent him a sly wink before greeting Finn with a hug. "Hey Finn!"

"Hey sparky! Been a while hasn't it?"

"Well you're practically off with Poe everyday, I barely see you guys! Rey, you included!" You laugh as Rey pulls you into a soft hug, hands rubbing up and down your back.

"I know! But at least we've got today!" Rey winks, well at least tries to secretively wink at you but fails, resulting in Finn steering Poe towards the bar. Finn secretively whispering something in Poe's ears made you look at him curiously.

"C'mon Y/N. He's been fussy the minute he stepped off his X-Wing." Rey complained as she hooked her arm into yours, following Finn and Poe at a distance, giving them some sort of privacy.

"Tell me about it. I accidentally said one thing and next thing you know, he can't keep it in his pants!" You whispered to Rey.

"Gosh, I don't know how you put up with him!"

You sigh and let out a soft smile in content, neither do you to be honest, but you wouldn't trade him for anything else in the world. He was yours to keep, and you were his. "Neither do I Rey, but I wouldn't trade it for anything else."

***

The party was in full swing, Poe was mildly surprised that his friends has thrown him a party for his birthday considering the importance of the mission that they had just had, but he was pleased to be with them nonetheless. Although, he was disappointed, you had been avoiding him the entire night which only made him wonder what on earth had you planned for him?

After a while of searching for you, receiving congratulations and birthday blessings, and the occasional drunk kiss from Finn, you had ended up finding him. "Hey birthday boy!" You greeted, sliding up behind him as you planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek, your arms wrapped around him as you placed your chin on his shoulder.

"Hey sweet girl, I've been looking for you everywhere." Poe turned in your arms as he cupped your face. "You've been slippery all day, haven't even had the chance to kiss you."

"Is that so?"

Poe only nods as he spies Finn and Rey watching the two of you. "You know I love our friends, bu-"

"Are they coming over?" You smiled, eyes wide. Poe let out a small groan as she buried his head in your shoulder.

"Hey lovebirds!" Finn drunkenly spoke as he swayed around, Rey having to keep him steady. You simply raised an eye in concern at Finn before he giggled. "So when is the surprise happening? Or has it already happened?"

Rey immediately slapped a hand over Finns mouth as she looked apologetically at you, while BB8 bumped against your leg, bleeping rapidly.

"What surprise?" Poe looked at your curiosity, his hand squeezing your side, almost hinting he knew what it was.

"Nothing! There's no surprise!" You squealed as you pulled away from Poe, letting out a small laugh as you tumbled into Rey.

"Y/N, tell him.." Rey nudged you, while Finn sent a wink Poes' way, which looked oddly strange while BB-8 whirred at Poe secretively.

"BB-8! What are you telling him?!" You abruptly pulled yourself together as you turned on your shared droid who only beeped mischievously, head rolling around looking between you and Poe.

"He said you have a surprise for me and it involves our X-Wings...?" Poe treaded carefully, a smirked etched onto his face as he watched for your reaction.

"It was a surprise." You rolled your eyes at BB-8. "C'mon Dameron, lemme show you what it is." You marched ahead, not waiting to check if Poe was following or not.

***

Much to Poe's disappointment, the two of had gotten in your X-Wings and were heading to a random planet where your surprise was. It wasn't really much of a plan but you wanted to spend some time with Poe away from your jobs, the resistance, even if was just for a short period of time - and you had the idea of proposing to him. It may have seen like a sudden move for the two of you, but with the war raging on, you couldn't help but want to tie the knot with Poe. Having him as your husband sent a warm feeling down your spine, you hoped he only felt the same.

"Black Leader, see that smaller island there?" You spoke through your comms.

"Oh so are we back to codenames now?" Poe teased through the comms.

You rolled your eyes as you ignored him and began descent, lowering your X-Wing getting ready for the surprise.

"Is this my surprise?" Poe asked genuinely curious as to why you had brought him here.

"You'll see Dameron."

***

After getting out of your X-Wings, you guided Poe to a hilltop, overlooking the night seas as he cuddled into you. There was a small picnic, covered with food ranging from Naboos sweetest delicacies, to Coruscants' meaty food. The bottle of Correlian whiskey caught Poe's eye as he knew of difficult it was to get a hold of and you did. Poe's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at the small setup.

"Happy Birthday sweetheart!" You smiled as you shyly glanced at his expression.

"Y/N... sparky, you didn't have to go to all this trouble for me..." Poe whispered in happiness as he pulled you into a hug. His eyes watering slowly as he sniffed away the tears.

"I did. You deserve the world Poe." You smiled.

You watched as Poe pulled away from you, his eyes watching your soft expression as he cupped your face, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before dropping to one knee, his hand shuffling around in his pocket as he pulled out a small box. Your eyes began to water as you watched the love of your life stumble on his words.

"Sparky... Y/N... I... I've had this ring with me for the past few weeks ... well my entire life." Poe let out a small smile as he opens the case, revealing the ring, his mother's ring. The one he always kept on a necklace around his neck.

"Poe.." You gasped, covering your mouth as the tears slipped out your eyes.

"My mother gave me her ring before she passed. I never saw her after the battle on Naboo, this is the last reminder I have of her. She was a strong, courageous woman and I wish you would have met her. She would have loved you." Poe lets out little sniff, causing you to fall to the ground in front of him, holding his hands in yours as he smiles before he continues.

"I swore that I would always give this to the person who meant the most to me, who I shared that love with."

"So Y/N L/N, will you marry me?"

"Yes! Yes yes yes, a million times yes Poe!" He pulled your towards him, kissing your lips roughly as he cradled your body in his arms, both your faces filled with salty tears as he pulled away and slipped the ring on your finger. He leaned back against the tree, his arms wrapped around your body as your head slipped to his chest, your ring hand laying on his chest, just where his heart is.

"Poe?"

"Mmmh, yes sweetheart?"

You shuffled around in your space as you fished out the little box you had hidden. "I was going to propose to you today, but it seemed you beat me to it."

Poe let out a belly laugh, chest rumbling as his lips instantly found their way to your cheek. "What did ya expect? I'm the best pilot in the galaxy! Of course I'd do it first!" He laughed as you slipped the ring on his finger.

"Second best. I think you've missed a key word." You teased.

"Oh yeah? You think so?"

"Mmh I know so..." You smirked.

Poe let out a little huff before rapidly flipping you onto the ground, his hands holding your wrists above your head as he hovered over you, his warm breath touching your face.

"Why don't I show you instead?"

***

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #star wars #rey of jakku #finn #sequels trilogy #star wars sequel trilogy #queued post 💕

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Six

Chapter Forty-Seven: "..what on earth are you doing here...?"

Word Count 2.8k

Warnings: none

A week has passed since Asta was born. Your week was hectic, painful and long but your daughter made it all a bit easier. Your people celebrated her birth with a huge feast that you attended to, of course. You remember thinking to yourself, 'now I can have some ale.' Ivar made it known that Asta was his child and everyone basked in his magnificence because he is indeed a cripple. Hvitserk bit his tongue and played along as you did the same. Ivar has his ways and it is easier to obey him than to argue and cause heartache. All you want is for Asta to be happy, that is of utmost importance. Today, you have to write to Daario Naharis. Time has slipped your mind and it has come to your attention that you have yet to write to him. 

Ivar "Would you like me to take her while you write?" You look up at him, "I don't mind." He offers a smile, "I do not think that you will be able to write a proper letter with her wiggling in your arms-" you two start to giggle. 

"Thank you. I won't be long." You hand her to him and he puts her on his hip. 

Ivar "Take your time, my sweet. I want to spend some quality time with her." You nod, "I love you."

"And I love you." He bends down and kisses your lips before crunching his way out of the chamber doors. You sigh and stretch your arms in the air, trying to ease the soreness from holding her for so long. But you long her so much, that when she is not in your arms, you feel as if something is missing. Nonetheless, you appreciate the help from your beloved while Hvitserk is out hunting with Ubbe. 

You pick up your writing instrument and began to write: 

To the Commander of Wessex,

I have to apologize for not writing to you sooner, but I have some wonderful news. I am now a mother to a healthy daughter. I shall return to Wessex when she is old enough to travel with me so that my people can meet her, as well as you Naharis. I wish to hear of all the things concerning my people and their wellbeing. I hope all is well, including yourself. I am doing alright, given my circumstances during my daughter's birth but I am indeed alright. Looking forward to your letter,

Y/n Lothbrok 

You stamp the letter and rise from your seat, to give this to your news carrier. 

"Thank you."

He bows, "My queen." You watch him get on his horse and ride off into the distance. You look up at your dragon's, feasting on their animals and of course, fighting over the biggest carcass. You chuckled to yourself but you get startled from your name being called.

"My queen!" You turn to face the woman. 

"Yes? Is something wrong?" 

"No, thank the gods." You nod, "I just wanted to personally ask you if you are alright?"

"Oh yes, I am quite well." 

"Are you certain, my queen?" She asked, "because you look quite exhausted.."

"Mm, the beginning stages of motherhood is not easy, madame-"

"Of course-"

"I am tired, but I am very happy."

"That is good to hear. I know of the things you went through..I only wish the best for you my queen."

"I appreciate your kind words, ma'am. Thank you."

"My pleasure. Would you like to come in?" You look where she points as she points toward her home in the village. 

"Oh thank you, but I must find Ivar. He is caring for Asta while I take care of some matters." 

"Oh, I see. Thank you for talking with me Y/n." 

You place your hand on her shoulder, "Any time. If you need me, you know where to find me." She nods and you two part ways. 

…

When you reach the throne room, you see Ivar chatting up a storm: boasting about Asta. At first, you get annoyed but then you overhear Ivar telling his people how proud he is to call her his own. Then your heart turned into mush. You make your way up to him and he notices you right away. 

Ivar "My love, there you are." You sit down beside him on your throne. 

"My queen, she is simply beautiful."

"Thank you. She is very-"

Ivar "Perfect. She isn't just beautiful, she is perfect. A real blessing from the gods." You smile and reach over and caress her rosy cheeks while she is still in his arms. 

"I would have to agree. I am surprised that she is here." Ivar looks up at the man from looking down at Asta and makes direct eye contact. 

Ivar "What did you just say?" The man gulps. 

"I said that I was surprised that Asta is here..it is a real miracle."

Ivar "Are you referring to Y/n?"

"She...she went through a lot, my king. Many of us doubted that she wou-"

"I suggest you bite your tongue.." the man looks at you and takes a step back. 

Ivar "Sweetheart, can you hold Asta for a moment?" You do not answer, only quickly grabbing her from his arms before he loses control. Ivar gets off of his throne and walks towards the man who was suggesting that you were weak. 

Ivar "What is it? Huh..what were you all doubting?" The man did not respond out of fear. Ivar took out his dagger and grabbed the man by his throat, "What were you all doubting?"

"We did not think that she would be strong enough to deliver! Many women parish during child birth..we were expecting it." You knew that was a fact. But to hear your people think that you were too weak to survive, saddened you. 

Ivar points the blade towards the man's eye, "How dare you, huh?! How dare you question my wife?"

"We were wrong, she was strong-"

Ivar "That should never be questioned, she is your queen!" The man nods, "Look at her," the man looks at you, "that woman right there, is stronger than any woman that you could ever meet. Do not ever question her strength."

"Ivar, just let him go-"

Ubbe "What is going on in here, aye?!" Hvitserk and Ubbe come into the building from a successful hunt.

"Just having a discussion, Ubbe."

"I shouldn't have said anything-"

Hvitserk "You said what?"

"I told the Ivar.. that Asta is a miracle child."

Hvitserk "She is-"

Ivar "He said that he amongst others have doubted Y/n's ability to have her." Hvitserk's jaw clenches immediately. 

Hvitserk "Is that so?" The man does not respond. "Well she proved you all wrong, did she not?" 

"Yes, yes of course! My queen, you have my full respect."

"If you'll excuse me." You walk out of the room and into your daughter's nursery. You place her down into her bassinet. She coos and reaches for you, so you lean down and kiss her entire face. 

"My sweet Asta, sleep now." You watch her close her beautiful eyes and fall into a light slumber. You sigh when it is silent in the room. Reflecting on your life, who you are and what you have become as a person, as a woman. In everyone else's eyes, you have achieved it all: you've won battles, you overthrown your father and took back your kingdom, you are married and now have a daughter. To you, you feel lucky and blessed but at the same time, you feel lost. If Ivar's people loved and respected you like they should, then you would feel wanted here in Kattegat. But today, that feeling is nonexistent. 

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Wessex England a day later..

Daario has been working nonstop: making absolute sure that the people of Wessex are safe, fed and doing their duties. Helga has been working as well, and keeping Daario company. 

Daario "Helga.."

Helga "Yes?"

Daario "Have you heard any news from Y/n?" 

Helga sighs, "I'm afraid not." He hangs his head, "I am sure that she is fine, Naharis."

Daario "She didn't look good Helga. You saw her when she left."

Helga "She was in labor, Daario. It is very painful-"

Daario "I know that. But she fell-"

Helga "What? Why was I not informed of this-"

Daario "It slipped my mind. All I cared about was her, not informing her people." She nods, "But yes, she fell. Not too long before she went into active labor-"

Helga "Well that makes sense now. If something happens to the mother when she is that far along during her pregnancy, that can cause the child to come quicker. Much quicker."

Daario "I just hope that she is alright. She has gone through too much Helga, she can't be gone now. She can't be." Helga takes a rapid and deep breath, "She fought too long and too hard to lose her battle now. Especially right when her life got brighter with this miracle child." 

Helga "I don't think that she is gone. If she was, I would be able to tell."

Daario looks up at her glaring at the floor, "What? How?"

Helga "She is like a daughter to me Daario. If she was gone, I would just know." He sighs and looks back down to the floor. 

Daario "Helga, could you leave me for a moment? I would like to pray in peace please." He says standing up. 

Helga "Of course sir." She walks out of the door, closing it behind her. He wipes a stray tear that has fallen on to his cheek from the sense of fear of losing you. So he gets down on his knees, in front of a cross that he has hung up on his wall in his chambers and prays.

Daario "Please Lord, be with Y/n. I have not heard from her in days, and I cannot stop worrying, my Lord. Be with her and keep her strong. If her child is in this world, keep her safe and strong as well, my Lord. Be with them all, keep them safe and...alive. In Jesus's name I pray, amen." As he stood up, he got a knock on his door. 

Daario sighs, "Yes?"

"A letter, sir." He rushes over to the man and grabs the letter from his hands. He breathes out loudly when he sees your name on the envelope. 

Daario "Thank you, you may go." Once the man leaves, he looks up and whispers, "well that was fast."

After he read your letter, he wanted to travel to Kattegat to see you and the baby. He did not know how he would be able to do so, but he did not quite care about anything else but you and the child. So he left Helga in charge and set off to Kattegat.

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It is now nightfall in Kattegat and things are happy as can be. Hvitserk has been spending quality time with Asta all day and Ivar has been spending quality time with you. Ubbe and Torvi have been spoiling Asta and she's only a few days old. It has been joyus to say the least. 

Ivar "How is she doing huh?" He asks his brother once he sits down next to him. 

Hvitserk "Y/n or Asta?"

Ivar "Asta, of course."

Hvitserk "She's perfect."

Ivar "Yes, she is." He looks at you holding her while talking to Torvi. "They both are true perfection."

Hvitserk "Yes they are. And yet we are the lucky one aye?" He says, nudging Ivar. 

Ivar chuckles but it soon fades when he hears the gates to his kingdom opening. 

Ivar "Did you just hear-"

Hvitserk "The gates? Yes, I did." 

Ivar "We are not expecting anyone.." You see the double doors opening and your grip on your daughter tightens. You did not expect to see the man come through the door that did. 

Daario "King Ivar-"

"Naharis?!" His eyes met yours and his expression turned to pure joy. He sees the beautiful daughter in your arm's. 

Daario "Y/n!"

"What on earth are you doing here?! My kingdom-"

Daario "Is in good hands."

"Who's hands?!"

Daario "Helga's."

"An old woman." You look at Ivar in complete disbelief. Ivar's eyebrows scrunch down to his eyes and his mouth is closed tightly. "So you are telling me, that you left my kingdom, which is filled with women..in an old woman's care?"

Daario "I had to see you."

"I told you when I left, that I would come to you. I left you in charge of my people for a reason. I did not want you to leave Wessex!"

Daario "I'm sorry, I-"

"Torvi, give her to Hvitserk please." She takes Asta from your arms and walks Asta to Hvitserk and you slap Daario in the mouth. Ivar immediately tenses every muscle in his body. 

"How dare you defy me!"

Daario "I did no such thing."

"You left my kingdom, when I told you not to! You are in charge because you are capable, Helga is in no way capable of keeping my people safe."

Daario "I just had to see you. I was worried about you." 

"I appreciate your concern Naharis, but I sent you a letter."

Daario "I wanted to meet her.." you realize that fighting with him is no use. You can't do anything about his actions now. All you can do is pray to the gods that nothing bad happens. 

"Fine, come with me." You walk towards Ivar and Hvitserk, who are sitting next to each other. "Her name is Asta."

Daario "Wow..she is beautiful."

"Thank you."

Daario "May I hold her?"

Ivar "I don't think so." 

Daario "Why not?"

Ivar "Because I said no, so the answer is no. You came here..into my kingdom, unannounced, at night, and thinking that you can hold my daughter?" Daario takes a step back, "I don't think that you are in the position to do so."

Daario "I shouldn't have come here."

Ivar "No, you shouldn't have. But nonetheless, you are here..hmm?" He nods, "And you came all this way to..what exactly?"

Daario "Check on Y/n, make sure that she was safe, and okay after having Asta."

Ivar "You came here to make sure that she was safe..in her own home? Did I hear that correctly, Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk "You did, my brother."

Ivar "mm."

Daario "She is my queen and I was worried about her. She did not look very well when she left, and she wrote in her letter that there were complications during Asta's..arrival and I came here to make sure that she was indeed alright."

"I understand your worry, but I wrote to you that I was okay. You did not have to come."

Daario "No one has to do anything Y/n. It's what feels right in their hearts is what they end up doin-"

Ubbe "You have got to be joking, aye?" He said coming inside from checking on the village. "What are you doing here?!"

Daario "I came to check on her."

Ubbe "Y/n or Asta?"

Daario "Both, I suppose."

Ubbe "Y/n wrote to you, no?" He said, taking a bite of food. 

Daario "Yes but I wanted to meet her daughter." 

Ivar "Why did you want to meet her so badly, huh?" He said, getting up from his seat and walking towards him. "It couldn't wait until she got back to Wessex?"

Daario "I acted too quickly. I should go."

"You can stay the night here, but must leave by morning. Wessex is unsafe while you are here. I cannot allow you to stay longer than the night."

Daario "I accept that. And I appreciate that. I am sorry for coming."

"I am not mad at you, I am upset about the fact that at any given moment, I can lose my kingdom and my people. I fought too long and too hard to lose it now."

Ivar "You won't, my sweet."

"Well, if I do, you will lose your life..are we clear?"

Daario "Yes, my queen."

"Good, my maiden will find you a room." He thanks you and walks off. You sit down on Ivar's lap and sighed, "Well, we were having a peaceful day."

Ivar "We still are-"

"No we are not."

Ivar "Think of it this way, if anything were to happen, we can use his body as a sacrifice to the gods huh?!" He says in a high pitched voice to add drama, making you laugh. 

"But I would lose it all, and my people."

Ivar "I think that you are forgetting that these are your people, my love. Everything I have is yours."

"I love you."

Ivar "I love you most."

@hvitserkmarcosource @youbloodymadgenius @ivarsgoddess @heavenly1927 @saldelys @krissydclayton93 @conaionaru

#the battle between love and fire #alex hogh andersen #vikings #hvitserk #ivar the boneless #marco ilsø #ubbe lothbrok #hvitserk lothbrok #ivar lothbrok #torvi vikings

[shnuggletea]

This is my attempt at EdWin pairing from Full Metal Alchemist. It’s for @kalsies​ bday and since you like EdWin and FMA I thought I’d switch it up for you. I also realize that you don’t really know me but I’m a fan of your work! And I hate it when I miss a bday; we all deserve some love especially on our bday!

I’m going to post this on Tumblr only for now to see how it goes. Idk if this is any good and I kinda rushed it but here goes. 

I do not own Full Metal or the art used in the cover above (came from here) I just own the story!

Happy Birthday Kalsies the Derp!

I also made a playlist but it is also a WIP! You can listen to it here!

The Coffee House

It wasn’t like I was looking for the place or planned to ever go inside. I blame the damn wind. It blew my hair free of its tie and damn if it didn’t want to quit! So I had to duck in somewhere and I’m not a coffee drinker. As soon as I stepped in out of the wind I was nearly pushed back out by the smell of the place. 

I never had a problem with the smell of coffee really. It has a decent scent to it. But I knew that the scent was misleading and that the taste was far from the enticing smell. So much so I had distrust in coffee and everything to do with it.

Especially the baristas that slung it at you with a false smile.

And this place had all the bells and whistles of your usual coffee house. Tables and ‘comfortable’ chairs. Dark lighting and soft music. Everything you needed to get people to stay and drink more. The only difference was, this place had huge pieces of twisted metal sticking out of the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Probably considered ‘art’ but I wasn’t buying it. I did find the piece that was half an engine from an old tank stuck to the wall interesting. 

There weren’t a lot of people inside so maybe this place made even shitter coffee? It made getting my hair back in its place a hell of a lot easier, slipping off to the bathroom for a mirror. That turned out to be an added blessing because I hadn’t noticed the smudge of oil on my face. Undoubtedly from work cause not even Al would tell me it was there. They would laugh while I walked the streets unknowing.

A few more bodies were in the place once I returned. It made the place loud and I hated loud. “You have to buy something!”

Turning to the shrill voice, I expected a doughty old maid. Instead, it was just a girl. She was pretty... I guess. If you’re into tall blondes. With her hair pulled back to the top of her head and the dirty apron covering her front, it was hard to say anything else about her other than tall and blonde. And irritated since she was still glaring at me for some reason.

“Huh?”

“Are you dumb? You used our bathroom; I saw you. Only customers are allowed to use it so either buy something or I’m going to punch you in the dick.”

I laughed because it was ridiculous. But that only pissed the blonde off more as she started to jump over the counter to get to me. “Okay, okay I’ll buy something. Jeez!”

She stepped back and stopped all attempts to get at me… with violence. Now she had arms crossed over her chest (couldn’t tell how big her chest was still) and went back to glaring at me. “Well? Order something!”

“Look, I just needed to fix my hair…”

She snorted. “Your hair? Seriously?!”

I growled back at the woman. “Yeah, my hair! Like you have room to talk!”

“I do since my hair is actually cute.”

“Who the hell do you…”

“Are you gonna order today or next week?”

I took a glance around. It wasn’t like I was holding up the line or anything. “I don’t even like coffee…”

“You’ll like my coffee,” the strange and annoying girl said, stepping back to a large and intimidating machine, “my coffee is the best in town.”

“Hasn’t this place only been open a week?”

“Two!” She shouted with pride and pulled down a lever. It was like an old fashioned slot machine that was ready to explode. Cause as soon as she pulled down the lever the whole thing shook and twanged like it would get up and breakdance. “It’ll just be a minute.”

The wall behind me became mine as I leaned against it. The girl didn’t talk her eyes off me so I didn’t take mine off her. She was… strange. Pushy and arrogant and rude. Her eyes eventually got to be too much and I didn’t like how she was studying my body. Not that it would help but I crossed my arms over my chest. Which most people took the hint when someone did that but not this girl.

“Who did your Automail?” The packs of coffee beans that held my attention for a second could have been set on fire and it wouldn’t have changed the glare I was giving this nosy woman. “Doesn’t look like they did a very good job. I can see it hitching at your shoulder.”

The hell she could. I had on an undershirt, long sleeve henley, and my red leather jacket. Add in my gloves and there was no way. “I haven’t been in for a tune-up in a while, that’s all.”

 She couldn’t see shit, she was guessing or something. Messing with me. “How did you lose your arm?”

“That’s none of your business,” I shouted as fiercely as possible. She nodded as if I told her I didn’t want sugar though. “You know, I didn’t even use your damn bathroom. I shouldn’t have to…”

“So what are you? Street cleaner?” The woman was unphased by my angry stupor. “You have some dirt here.” She pointed to her left temple and I wiped at mine. “You do look familiar, have we met before?”

She was leaning on the counter between us, scrutinizing and sizing me up even more. The only part of her skin that was visible (other than her face) was her hands and they were covered in little bandaids. I was marveling at how tiny her fingers were and a snarky response slipped past my filter. “Maybe I cleaned your street before.”

Then she giggled. I swear there was a twinkle in her eyes, I didn’t imagine that. And adorable, mischievous, god damn annoying twinkle that made me want to burn the place down. Even more so when she stood back up and twisted a small golden tendril around one of her tiny fingers. “How do you like your coffee?”

“What is it with you and personal questions?!” She held up a small cup, innocently and I felt flames lick the skin on my cheeks. But she said nothing about it, staring at me with doe eyes that would have reminded me of a lake on a calm day but they were far from calm. More like the ocean before a hurricane. “I don’t like coffee at all so…”

“Right, cream and sugar then.” She moved away from me and I moved towards the counter. “How tall are you?”

She was crouched inside a small fridge pulling out bottles but looking up at me. Her golden hair almost touched the floor and yet she still had all her attention on me. “What’s it to you, Blondie?”

I struck a nerve with that one, finally. She slammed the fridge shut and handed the coffee to me so hard I nearly got burned. “It’s Winry.”

If she hated the name then why did she have blonde hair? It was nothing to change the color of your hair these days. She flicked a few loose locks behind her ear and showed that it was full of metal. Studs and hoops went from her lobe up to the corner of her cartilage. A lot of girls had their ears pierced but not quite like that and it made me curious if the other looked the same.

“Are you always this nosy, Winry?” 

If she was offended, she didn’t show it; shrugging and looking at her bandaged hands. “Just thought I’d ask.”

“Oh, you asked. About everything that has nothing to do with you.”

Saying nothing else, she held out her hand and after a minute, I pressed a few credits into her outstretched palm. She took them and then plastered on a smile. “Come back soon and tell all your friends!”

“Tell them what? Come here and get pushed into buying?”

Her smile faded, but it was fake to begin with. “Well, just tell them the bathroom is for customers only then!”

The woman (Winry) was done with me so I left. The wind blew my hair out of my tie again but I was already at the shop by then. 

“That was the longest lunch break you’ve ever taken, Edward!” Louis yelled from somewhere in the back and although out of sight, I still glared in his direction. 

“Shuddaup you Bald bastard and mind your business!”

The bald man with the fabulous mustache just chuckled and it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up in irritation. Slamming the door behind me I walked over to where Al sat, looking up at me as I approached. “You got coffee?”

I had actually forgotten, still holding the cup in my hand. “Sorta.”

He took it from me and I let him. “Shouldn’t drink coffee. It’ll stunt your growth.”

I ignored his smirk. “I freaking hate coffee and you know it. I only got that cause I was forced.”

Al chuckled while I still simmered from the barista Winry. “When has anyone ever forced you into anything, brother?”

I smirked back at him but not because of his teasing. He tried to duck but it was too late, rubbing my knuckles into the top of his skull hard and making his dark blond hair fly all around. “Get anything done while I was gone?”

He shoved me away as hard as he could with his free hand. “We got a lot done for once!! Must be you holding us back!!”

Chuckling, I let him off easy and took off my jacket to hang up. Looking back at Al I caught him sipping on the coffee. “Hey! What about stunting your growth?!”

Al wore a sad smile but at least it no longer reached his eyes. “That’s not really a problem for me, is it?”

I had nothing to say to that, watching as he rolled himself away in his ancient wheelchair. I couldn’t even afford to get him a nice one; like the kind that roll where you want them to with a single thought. But that wasn’t what was important. What was important was getting the funds for Al’s body. 

It was why I worked at this shop, rolling up my sleeves to get back to work. There were a few projects still waiting for my touches so I had to hurry up. I needed to get to work and get it done for tonight. I’d already wasted too much time dealing with crazy coffee house girls. 

oOo

It was a warm night but I still wore my red leather jacket. It protected my skin and it had my symbol on the back. I never intended for that symbol to mean anything, I just thought it looked cool. But now I almost have to wear it so people know who I am and what to expect. 

That symbol was why (when I rolled up to the line) others either stepped out or changed their bets. 

My bike wasn’t anything special but I knew how to take care of it. Unlike the others here who spent thousands of credits to fix up or buy new bikes; mine was old and cheap. Before I made a name for myself, it was what gave me the advantage. Everyone knew how I raced now so there was little point. The only reason I came here night after night was for the money cause the thrill had left long ago.

I had my hair tucked up inside my helmet so it didn’t get knocked like crazy; not to hide even as my helmet hid my face. Anyone that saw me on the street would know it was me thanks to my jacket. But not everyone here wanted to be known. It wouldn’t be a surprise if an Under was mixed in the crowd. My jacket made me known but also gave me deniability on the streets in daylight. 

It was this reason that I wasn’t surprised when a stranger pulled up next to me on their bike and had a blacked-out helmet. Mine was blacked out as well but that was more out of preference than fear. It had been years since a new person showed up to race here; so I busied myself sizing them up. Their bike was nice, a newer model than mine. And an actual brand; a Tomoaki. It was a decent ride but I wasn’t worried. 

The new guy refused to look anywhere but the track ahead. They were clearly a Newb, it was showing in their laser focus as well as the small shake in their arms as they waited for the ‘gun’. It had me chuckling in my helmet and fogging up the glass. 

It was me, Newb, and three other guys ready and waiting for this race. Two of them were from the Homunculus gang so they would be trouble. As they were every time they lost. The other guy I knew pretty well; Roy on his trademark Mustang bike was hard to miss. That meant Risa was somewhere in the crowd. He was a good guy and a decent racer. But I was better.

This was going to be another easy win; easy money.

Olivier stood before us, taking her place with the flag to start. She was how I learned about this place; her brother complaining about the illegal activities his dear sister was involved in. Not sure what he’s so worried about; there are far worse things to be into as far as illegal activities go. Far more lucrative too but I was pushing it with Al doing this much.

The tall and buxom blonde lifted her arms for our full attention. A few idiots in the crowd with death wishes whistled at Olivier. She was a beautiful woman but if you ever told her that she would break your face. Olivier started the races for one reason only; to be a distraction and throw a few of us off guard. I looked at the Newb next to me to see if it worked. The rest of us were used to it by now. Newb didn’t look shaken in the slightest but he still shook. 

Olivier dropped the flag and it was time to stop dicking around, hitting my accelerator and jumping ahead of the rest instantly. There was no one ahead of me; the track was mine. Our location switched every week and you had to be in the know to find it. You also had to use the GPS to stay on the assigned track. Mine was beeping that there was a hard left turn ahead. This was one of the reasons I was unbeatable. Without skin on it to worry about losing to the pavement, I was able to dip lower on left turns and take them faster than the rest. 

It was right turns that slowed me down and this track had two right at the end. Even so, I still have the lead and little to fear. 

This was it. Alone on the track, going as fast as I pleased. The only thing missing was the wind in my hair and on my skin. This was where I felt peace; felt free. Winning was no longer a thrill for me. I only enjoyed this moment now; being my own boss and in control of everything. My speed, my movements, and my life. It was easy to forget the troubles I faced daily while I raced away into the night.

Nearing the end of the track, I leaned into the first right turn. Of course, I slowed and dipped a little less than before. This was my real leg, the only one I had left. It was expected. What wasn’t expected was the other racer that passed me in the middle of it. 

It was the new guy, flying by dangerously on the turn. I had been cocky and stupid, getting lost in the freedom instead of actually racing. Now they had the lead. If it was a straight away or another left turn, I could have taken the lead back. But it was neither of those and even as I dipped lower and went faster than I was comfortable with, they still had the lead. 

The Newb was going to win.

There was a strange pressure that I felt in my chest. I hadn’t felt it in a while. It was… excitement. 

I pushed my machine to its limits to gain a few seconds on the Newb’s lead but the race was pretty much over. We crossed the line with a two-second difference and the crowd was a mix of shock, awe, and anger. Just like the first time I raced and won. 

A lot of people just lost a lot of money.

The Newb stopped and I pulled up right next to them. “Follow me, NOW!”

They shook their head at me. “Why? I want my money.”

Their voice was garbled by an electronic voice changer. It wasn’t weird; a bit uncommon but again there was always the possibility of Unders in the crowd and with this person a Newb it was a good thing they were protecting their identity.

“I’ll get your money tomorrow and give it to you later. You need to get out of here!”

Newb glanced behind us at the crowd and I looked as well; even knowing what I would see. The crowd was restless, shouting, and pushing. There were more races to be had (the night was still young) but it was clearly over as the others were already fighting. 

“Great. How am I supposed to come back with that?” The Newb asked.

“It’ll be fine, they’ll get over it. But those guys,” I said, pointing to the two Homunculus members that had raced and lost to the Newb, “they will come and tear you apart if we don’t get out of here now.”

There were no more questions after that and as much as I wanted to help the guy out, I couldn’t force him. So I was glad the guy shut up and followed closely. The Homunculus followed for a while but it wasn’t too hard to lose them. We came to a stop miles from the track. A few quiet shops sat to one side while an empty park on the other. Without a word or sign, we both made for the park and killed our engines; turning our bikes into chairs with our kickstands out.

“That was too easy.” The Newb spat. “I thought they wanted to tear me to pieces?”

Even with the voice changer, I could tell they were mocking me. Resting on my bike, I pulled my helmet off so I could get more air. “Yeah, well they probably figured that they’ll get you next week. You should consider taking a little break for a while.”

They huffed, the automated voice struggling with the sound and came out like singing. “You just don’t want to lose again.”

My Automail was stiff from the ride. As were both my shoulders. So I stretched my hands high above my head and then rolled my shoulders around. “Nah, you got lucky this time. It won’t happen again.”

Newb was silent and I enjoyed the quiet while it lasted. “Why did you help me?”

His question was soft but in the silence, it was easy to hear. “Why not? I used to be right where you are now. New and talented. The Homunculi are a bunch of jealous assholes who don’t care about rules as long as they win.”

“What about you? Is winning that important to you?”

I looked at the dark window of their helmet, trying to see through it even with it impossible. My mouth still pulled into a smirk. “Of course it’s important. You get more money if you win. But only if I do it by my own merits.”

“So it’s the money you really care about?”

I shrugged, looking at my gloves and fixing the loose hold they had on my hands. “I need it. Everyone there does. It’s how this all works, right?”

“I’m in it for the racing, not the money.”

I grimaced hard back at the guy, thankful I took my helmet off so they could see the fire in my eyes. “Then you should be going pro, not slumming it with the rest of us.”

This Newb really needed to learn when to shut the fuck up; still talking away but I was no longer listening. I cut him off with the roar of my engine. He was a stranger; he had no clue who I was or the life I’d lived. My past was as much a mystery as his was to me. Only I no longer cared to know his past or present. His judgment could eat shit; I took off and left the fucker there.

He could find his own way home.

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[makeusfreefromthisfandom]

@ominous-meme asked: Hello! Absolutely LOVING your writing! Can I please request Makoto with a s/o who's struggling with really low self-esteem, but is also working hard to get better? Life has been a little all over the place lately. Thank you so much 💕💕

I love YOU here you go bby I hope you’re doing well <3

Pounding | Makoto Tachibana x Reader

A/n: I kinda didn’t know where I was going with this...nevertheless I think I still managed to put something together 🤔

Genre: a bit of angst? fluff at the end <3

Word Count: 1k

Pounding.

That’s all you had been feeling. Someone pounding constantly at your head. Not like a headache though, no. More like someone constantly rapping at a door, demanding an answer. That someone had been life. Pounding at you with all its expectations with you not able to keep up. And no matter what you did or how you did it, you just couldn’t seem to satisfy, more than others, yourself.

These were the thoughts that had been swirling and clouding your mind and became your breaking point. You tried, you really did. Everyday you woke up, telling yourself that you could pull it together and that you were doing good. Falling a bit behind, but that’s ok. You can’t always meet life’s expectations. However today, in your bathroom, you looked up and it was like your reflection had suddenly thrown everything back into your face and mocked you.

Has my hair always been this lackluster?

Have my eyes always been this shallow?

My cheeks this deep?

My lips so dry?

Have I always been so...dull?

And that’s when you broke down. Without tears. You simply stepped out of the bathroom, not bearing your reflection anymore, and slid down to the floor with your knees tucked in and head hanging low.

Pounding.

Again? No this time it was actually someone knocking at the door. You didn’t bother getting up, hoping that whoever it was would just assume you weren’t home and would leave. You couldn’t let them see you like this anyways, when you always had a facade put up to take on the world outside. Facade.

You recognized the muffled voice through the door while it was unlocked, “(y/n), it’s me, I’m using the spare to let myself in!”

As soon as Makoto stepped in, his eyes widened at your figure huddled against the wall, head down, refusing to look his direction. Makoto dropped all belongings and rushed to your side.

“(Y/n)! Are you ok! What’s wrong?! Look at me!” He knelt in front of you, his arms on your shoulders shaking you lightly to catch your gaze.

“Makoto...” Still not making eye contact, your body became more tense.

Makoto’s voice softened. “(Y/n)...talk to me...” He looked at you with slight disappointment. Even after being together for a while, you were still closed off about many things. He saw right through the cheerful facade you put on in front of him. While he respected your privacy, it hurt him to see you always carrying so much burden on your shoulders.

“M-Makoto...” You let out a small whimper, pulling the olive haired man out of his thoughts. Finally meeting his eyes, you began to let it out. You let it all out. How life had become a big nuisance lately and it just won’t work out the way you want it too. You told him about the pounding in your head. About how you try everyday to do the best you can to keep going, because in the end, you really want the best.

Makoto was silent as he listened to you ramble on and on. He watched quietly as you began tugging lightly at the ends of your hair and then moving your fingers up to grip your head tightly. He couldn’t see you like this. How could he have missed your feelings? It-

“(Y/n)! Stop!” Breaking himself out of his thoughts, he grabbed your hands strongly. You paused your ongoing rant, and slowly looked up from your hands, hair distressed in your face.

“Can’t you see...I care about you so much and if it were up to me, I would take away every single one of your worries and take it upon my myself to solve all your problems. I want to be there for you (y/n), I want you to know that I’ll always be here to work through everything with you. I know life can get tough, I get it, and I know that I can’t solve all your problems, but I can be there for you. I can hold you like this for as long as you need.” He looked up determinedly, peering into your glossy orbs. “What I can’t do, is see you like this. Take a break (y/n). You don’t have to worry about the world until you worry about yourself first.” You looked at him agape, like god had blessed you with an angel in human form. Your lingering gaze and expression suddenly caused Makoto to blush and pull away.

“O-oh no! Did I say too much?!” You began to giggle, turning into full blown laughter and cut him off.

“N-no Makoto, I’m sorry, I guess I tend to bottle stuff up and- “ You stopped, laughter turning into tears as you once again began wailing. Makoto immediately wrapped his arms around you again, his face furrowed in both fear and worry.

“M-Makotoooo! But what about my brittle hair and my dark eyes and-a-and...”

“Huh?!”

Makoto pulled away once again to take a good look at you before laughing and embracing you once again.

“Oh (y/n)...your hair isn’t brittle, it’s just a bit messy since you didn’t even bother to brush it this morning, and your eyes are only dark because you haven’t been sleeping well. You should rest and give yourself a break more often (y/n)-chan.” Makoto kissed your forehead, wiping away any tears in the process.

“B-but....what about my face...” you clapped your hands against your cheeks in horror.

Makoto let out a huge sigh before cupping your face in his big hands. “Your face? It’s the most beautiful face in the world.” He gave you a huge and began feathering your features with light kisses, before placing a lingering one on your lips. You mentally face palmed yourself for suddenly rambling on about such things and buried your face in his chest. However curiosity got the best of your tongue.

“You really think so?” You peeked at him.

“Yes I really think so.” Pressing his forehead against yours, the sensation washed away all your worries and brought upon a feeling of calm that spread towards the tip of your fingers. You relaxed under his touch, your shoulders not so stiff anymore and let out the breath you had been holding in.

Even if the world kept pounding at your door, atleast you still had him.~

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[calypsoff]

One.

I have only been out for six months now, being locked up since I was eighteen and just getting out at the age of twenty three, I have missed so much of life. Staring at the hoodie with Robyn’ face on it, it’s weird to see. I even find it weird to see her on TV, like this is just so much. I still see her as that innocent Barbadian girl, I ain’t ever tell Seiko that I did initiate sex, but she didn’t want it and it was cool, I always thought she left because I was in fault, because she left just after that. I was fine with it, she said not yet, and I didn’t mind it. But Barry thinks we did, I let him both think that. TJ still shouts about it, like it’s not even that but it’s weird to see that. Nobody understands how Robyn was, she was so sweet bout everything with me and I think that is what pulled me in. She is way different now, her beauty is still there but her confidence is high, just thinking back on things. “Baby, baby, come on. Baby, come on, baby, come on” I bopped my head “Oh, when you walk by every night. Talking sweet and looking fine, I get kinda hectic inside. Mmm, baby, I'm so into you” Robyn sang, I nodded my head laughing “yeah, you got it. Not going to lie that is a dope song, but I can’t sing for shit, maybe I can be your backing vocals” I pointed “come, we need to go. Don’t worry about it, this party is lit. You will be fine, just don’t start singing” Robyn just finished off putting her earrings on “you sure I won’t look odd, I am not from around here. You will be there right? Like not leave me” placing my hand over my heart “promise, I got you. What I say? Twin. Come on, bring it in” holding my pinkie out, Robyn wanting to smile but is stopping herself “say it” tightening the grip around her pinkie “twin” I laughed nodding licking my lips “you got it, I mean come on. I came here for you; these white folks don’t like me. They like you though” letting her pinkie go “they are nice, they said you are loud and you will corrupt me” kissing my teeth “they don’t add spices to their food and they mad at me for pointing it out, come on Robyn” walking behind her, placing my hand on her shoulders to escort her out, she making me late “he is paying, ain’t you” hearing Seiko’ voice, I jumped at her voice “huh, uh yeah. What is it?” looking at her “pay the man” she laughed at me.

It’s weird to see my girlfriend wearing Robyn’ face but it is what it is “we can sit here” I guess you get what you pay for, we get to hang here and wait until the concert actually starts “thank you so much boo, thank you for this gift to me” sitting down smiling “it’s ok, I know how much you love her music. You got me, I got you” Seiko sat next to me pressing a kiss to my cheek “oh my god! That is Rihanna’ best friend Mel, be back. I want a picture” Seiko shot up, seeing people gathering around her friend. I do remember Robyn telling me she missed her best friend, that is the friend of hers. I don’t know what to expect, I think she may have forgotten me anyways. She won’t notice me because I lost weight, I lost that fat I had when I got locked up. It would be dope if she does remember me, but I would like to know why she left, just like that. That was wack on her end, did she just go for family reasons or to chase fame. If only she waited a little more, I was so close to making her my girlfriend. There are some girls that make a difference in your life, she was one of them, but I think she was just different in every way, unique. Her vibe was different, my friends knew it. she easily became one of the gang, maybe she would have saved me form the stupid shit I got myself into. For such a short time, it felt like a lifetime for me. I am just a Amazon warehouse worker now, trying to keep on the better path because I fucked up, I won’t be a Basketball player, or anything of that matter so I am just going to count my blessing that I have an apartment and a job.

Seiko came back ever so excited “she is everything I imagined; her friend is a bad bitch. So we asked what is Rihanna doing, she said she is here but getting prepared for the date. I am so happy, look at us” Seiko turned her phone to me “that is cute for you” I didn’t think she was that big of a fan “what made you such a big fan? I ain’t seen you this hype” she is too happy for this “since pon de replay, I love her. Her nonchalant attitude, she is always herself. I love that about her, and I mean look how beautiful she is” she is making me laugh “but I didn’t think you was a massive fan like this, you’re here getting all wet about her” Seko hit my arm “but if she wants to take me home, then I have no boyfriend got it?” nodding my head laughing “I have no girl either too” I winked “Mel is so sweet, them two are so close, like they do everything together. I follow her on Instagram. She called me pretty” pulling a face “what is she calling pretty? I am confused” moving back from Seiko before she hit me “Mel said today is a special day for Rihanna, her man has arrived” my face softened “she has a man? You know everything” this is weird behaviour “yeah, like it only just got leaked and Rihanna actually admitted to it. But they been dating for like three months now” that is interesting, I mean not like I have a chance. I don’t even think she will remember me; she is a big star now and I was just the fat nigga that showed her around the school.

I look so miserable here “you go up front, I am sitting here!” I shouted over the music, Seiko side eyed me knowing I am being miserable but what the fuck do I look like singing to these female ass songs, Seiko stormed off pouting. I am glad to be sat down, imagine having to be stood up. Looking at Robyn on stage and then looked down at my phone, I am texting Barry and TJ in the group chat, they are tripping right now.

TJ: Who the fuck cares if she got a man!!! Dump psycho and go! My nigga do it… I woud not trip over that

Barry: This is y ur ass is single

TJ: This is RIHANNNA bro!

I laughed at them both going back and forth in the group chat, they really tripping, let me message them both back.

Chris: I am here with Seiko, we just going to vibe, meet her and go. Twin got a man so it is what it is, she also won’t remember me so pls miss me with that.

Pressing send on the message, they are both tripping thinking that Rihanna, global popstar will remember goofy ass me. I don’t even care anymore, I just want to go home because I got a shift in the AM with Amazon, I came here out of the goodness of my heart because she loves her, way more then I assumed actually. These niggas really going at it in this group chat, like they ain’t stopping at all with these messages.

TJ: Did ‘Twin’ titties look bigger in person?

Barry: Yu straight trippin, bruh does Second know yu went there for yu nd not her?

Looking up from my phone laughing, my eyes drifting to Robyn on stage. She is a hundred percent a different girl, she ain’t the girl I met but I am not wanting anything. Looking back down at my phone.

TJ: What you mean playa? So this was for himself?

Barry: Let lay off bruh! He just come out of lock up! He testing waters out.

Locking my phone laughing, I am done. I cannot deal with that conversation; they are acting up “good lord she is beautiful!!” Seiko shouted and sat next to me “why you over here again?” I rather be in my own thoughts, she going to sitting here screaming in my ear “because I know she is going to sing Skin and I want to grind on you!?” staring at Seiko dumbfounded “and what is Skin?” she playfully mushed my head “you are so annoying, just you sit here and let me grind on you, I know the next song will be Skin, I love that song with my whole chest” licking my lips placing my arm behind the chair, Barry seems to think I came here for me which I didn’t. I mean a little part of me likes to think she felt that way, but I mean she ain’t had to be locked up for twenty three hours a day and only an hour to be outside, I had all the time to just think of things and think why she went, I mean it’s weird to think if she did forget because we spent so much time together, I will not make it known if she doesn’t.

“And your name?” the lady asked “Chris” I said, this is backstage finally “Christopher?” nodding my head “I got two, for me and Seiko” I pointed, she continued to write on the pass, she put my full name. I was ok with Chris, I didn’t need the full thing on there “just put this on and we will walk you to the room ok?” grabbing the pass, looking down at the Rihanna pass, it’s funny to me “boo” looking up at Seiko, she took a picture of me which made me laugh “yay Rihanna fans?” I sound so unenthusiastic about this “I hate you; I really do. Stop it” placing the pass on “what makes you like her so much anyways?” I asked “because I can relate to her, she is super cool. Bad bitch attitude, I told you this” she is right she did “come along now, please stay together and follow me” Seiko squealed “that is Jen, another best friend” she pointed, Seiko is a stalker now I can tell “I am glad you like this gift, I really didn’t think you was this much of a big fan, you got me speechless to think” she held my hand as we followed the lady.

Rubbing my chin watching this big black guy just walk into the room “Hi guys, I am Jen so we are going to do this one at time with the meet and greet, please don’t be nervous. Rihanna is just like you all, Rich will escort you in and you can just ask Rihanna what you like and get your things signed. But it will be one at a time” Seiko put her hand up “even if me and my boyfriend paid together?” of course she would ask that “you can both come in together that is fine, so if we can start from this end of the room and work ourselves around” this is good, we are last “and what if I wanted to go alone? Ever thought of that?” Seiko scoffed at me “anyways, is your mom coming to the apartment this weekend?” nodding my head slowly “I can’t wait to see her actually, I appreciate her doing that for me. Getting the apartment for me, I did say to her that I will pay her back. This is why I am working those hours” I really want to pay my mom back “I really think it would be good if I move in” here she goes “and what I say about that? Hold off on that, I just need to get my bearings on shit, like I didn’t think I would be out and already got a girl, it’s hard. You know how it is, I am just tyring to find my feet with things. My cousin getting me that job alone, I think if we always in the same room. We will end up hating each other quickly, I like my space” Seiko nodded her head “I understand, I still think you’re an idiot for holding any type of drug for your cousin, you wasted your life” she is telling me like I don’t know this.

Answering the call, I went to the bathroom quickly and TJ been harassing me with calls “man, what!?” I spat “do not blame me, Chris. He is here trying to get details” Barry said in the background “man, I ain’t seen her yet. I will tell you all the details. I promise, I told you all I expect nothing from this at all. I came for her” TJ and Barry both laughed out “you got drunk bro and you told us both, you were shouting that you wanted answers. TJ and I think you just want closure on why she left, look don’t get kicked out either” I sniggered “be quiet please” disconnecting the call, sighing out stuffing my phone in my pocket. Staring at the mirror in the bathroom, staring at myself. Maybe they are right, but the main thing is if she remembers me, she must do because I remember her. Nodding my head walking out of the bathroom, pulling open the door. This will be ok; she won’t know me and there it is. That will be the end, walking into the room “uh, where is she?” I asked, “in there” Seiko already gone “oh, without me?” she done ditched me for Rihanna, that is not cool “you can still go in there after, we just needed things to proceed quick” sitting down on the couch huffing out, I guess I got to wait “and where are you running off too?” the lady said to this guy “go in and see Rih?” who is this black guy, why does he want  “now you know Rakim, she will see you after. Besides, you need to buy a meet and greet to see her” they both laughed, I guess they know him.

Seiko finally emerged out of the room; she looks so excited. She let out a scream “she is everything and more” it made me smile to see her that happy about meeting another human “why did you leave me?” I asked, I mean she just went “I was not missing an opportunity because you wanted to cry in the bathroom” I didn’t think I was that long “she is super sweet Chris, and look how cute our picture is” Seiko placed some poster down “Christopher, would you like to go in? You’re the last person” letting out an oh, I am next to go in “uh yeah” getting up from the couch “oh now you want to go in? You were hating everything about this day” I laughed nervously “well I did pay so I might as well get my money worth huh, be back. Can she wait here, I know like the fans get escorted out after?” I asked “sure, just sit there for us” the lady said, I feel pretty nervous about this. My heart is actually beating hard against my chest and it’s like I have so many unanswered questions, but she may not be the Robyn I know, if she doesn’t mention a word of it then I won’t say a word “puta!” my ears perked up hearing Robyn shout that “you better calm down, you got your next little fan here” some guy said, he also had a Barbadian accent but very thick. I am guessing he is where she is from, or a family member, oh wait. That is her brother, she showed me a picture.

Watching place her wine glass down, she is wearing an extra big tour merch hoodie. Her legs bare under it, a snapback on “I am coming” I feel so awkward just stood here, looking down at myself before looking back up and it’s the smile, her smile from when I first met her in my class, she is smiling that way as she walked over to me, her smile soon faded as I smiled because it’s been years. Robyn’ face softened, the look of horror and shock. She abruptly stopped walking to just start pointing at me “no, oh my god. Chris!?” she spat, my cheeks felt flushed “yeah” I said laughing “twin!” she screamed “no fucking way, oh my god” she lunged at me, I fell back a little as she hugged me, so unexpected that I didn’t know what to do “ahhhh, oh my god! It’s really you! Chris, oh my god. This is Chris” she moved back from the hug, both hands on my shoulders as she looked at me out of breath, shock has taken over her “it’s you!” she said again, she dragged her hands down my arms, I lifted my hands up a little and she held my hands in hers “I came back, I came to Essex High, I came back Chris. You weren’t there, you were gone. And you’re here, oh shit” nodding my head laughing, I feel like the foreign one. I probably feel like Robyn did in school when I was loud as fuck, putting my head down before looking up “I uhm ended up leaving school early, then some shit happened” Robyn frowned at me, frantically searching my eyes for answers “ain’t you done with this now?” some guy came in, Robyn moved her hands away from mine, that is the same dude outside “I know him, this is Chris. I uhm, oh my god. I will be with you” she said to him “I have one question; I just need to know why you left without telling me? Like you didn’t even leave a note” I need that answer, I need to know if it was me that she left because of.

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VII. Blessed Be the Mystery of Love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes Summary:  An epilogue. Six months later. A/N: The last chapter! And with that, Mystery of Love has concluded :)

A large hand paws lazily at your back as you fix the blouse you’d just slipped on. It had taken you almost an hour to get out of bed and even longer to get ready today, so you’re in a bit of a mood when the same hand starts walking itself up your shirt. You slap it with a sharp thwack and it retreats with a sniveling whine.

There’s a rumbling of laughter that follows as you slip your blazer over your shoulders.

Rolling your eyes, you land them on the bed where your two lovers lie. Steve is nursing his offending hand under his cheek as he peers up with his signature ocean gaze. Bucky is lying on his back, inoffensive limbs tucked neatly behind his head, telling you: look at me, I’m a good boy.

They’re both shirtless, taut chest and abs radiant in the chiaroscuro light your vanity table provides. The striped comforter comes up to reach just beneath their waists and you know for a fact Bucky’s completely nude this morning, but avert your gaze.

“Brat...” You shoot at Steve instead, who pouts even more. In the mirror, you swipe on a quick layer of mascara before slinging your purse over your shoulder.

Crossing your arms at the foot of the bed, you regard the men lying in it, eagerly awaiting your attention. It’s such a comical sight, you think, as you step from one heeled foot to the other, blazer fixed neatly and buttoned. You, nearly 70 years younger than them, look like some kind of sugar-momma or dominatrix, in complete command of two compliant subordinates.

As naughty as they were, keeping you up last night after they returned from a three-day-long mission, you couldn’t help but melt under their coquettish-bitten lips and puppy-dog sulking eyes. You’d been woken up past midnight and weren’t able to sleep until nearly three in the morning, and they both knew you had to be up at six.

It wasn’t entirely their fault, of course, since it only took half a mischievous bite to your neck from Bucky before your clothes were completely shed.

“Boys, this is ridiculous.” You want to be stern, but their absolutely endearing expressions melts your mood right off. A tiny quirk of your lips appear and they quickly match your countenance.

“Does that mean you forgive us?”

Your smile says more than enough. Yes, of course. Always.

“Good. I’ll drive.” Steve rises from the bed and Bucky follows. They head into the restroom to brush their teeth before pulling casual clothes on in a rush, eager to spend as much time with you as possible. You’d been taking the car by yourself for the past week, but you do love it when Steve drives. They’re much better company than what your radio can give you.

At the car, Bucky pinches your bottom and climbs in before he shuts the door.

“You know,” Steve grumbles, squinting at the rearview mirror image of Bucky nipping at your ear, “I thought you’d sit up here with me.”

“Nah, pal. I’m much better company. ‘Sides, you don’t need any distractions while you’re driving. But me? I’m a free agent back here.” He starts peeling your skirt upward, “How bout you, hon?”

You only laugh, catching Steve’s eye before intertwining your fingers in Bucky’s and kissing him, leaning your head against his shoulder. Steve puts on a song and starts singing along.

The drive is a lengthy one, and it gets even more tiresome when you get into the city. Steve is in bumper-to-bumper traffic as you gaze off in contemplation.

The last six months of your life have been the absolute nuttiest, you think, watching the streetlights go past against a gradient of orange, pink, and blue hues. Sunrise has started coming up a little bit later, now that it’s well into fall, and the chilly morning air lets Steve roll the windows down a bit.

He’s taking you to work, and it’s a procedure that you’re still trying to get used to.

You started two months ago at Cooper Union- just a visiting artist position, but still one that you take very, very seriously. Byrne kept good on his promise after the show and had given you a list of opportunities to interview for. It’s all by choice, anyway, since the profit from the show totaled more than enough to set you up comfortably for at least five years. And that’s saying quite a lot considering that you live in Manhattan of all places.

You wanted to start your job with baby steps to avoid overwhelming yourself in an academic setting. Being a visiting artist gave you a lot of freedom and just the right amount of responsibility.

The position entailed no more than three public speaking events, your own studio to develop a show at the end of the semester, and the opportunity to work closely with a mixed group of graduate and undergraduate students as their mentor. You were required to be on-campus at least once a week, but you usually went in twice just to keep your office open.

So far, it had been smooth sailing.

You look from Steve up front to Bucky at your shoulder, sighing happily and nuzzling deeper into his chest, flicking his nose with your finger. He growls playfully in response.

This had been smooth sailing too, save for a couple of rainy days and one very turbulent storm. All natural and expected aspects of being in a relationship. The biggest fight you’d had so far was a furious row after a mission where you were so cross afterward that you didn’t speak to either of them for an entire night.

You had sat in on the debriefing out of curiosity and learned that they’d taken an impulsive risk that had put their lives in more danger than the mission anticipated. Even worse, this was a regular occurrence. Tony called them the “Super-Annoying Soldiers”.

That night, you slept in Bucky’s room and ordered them into Steve’s.

The next morning, they both came in, stammering, apologetic, promising that they would never, ever be that careless again. The make-up session lasted four hours and you emerged around noon thoroughly convinced and dog-tired.

 The three of you learned new things about each other every day.

For example, Bucky religiously ate bad Chinese take-out and Steve danced in the shower. Steve loved it when you pulled his hair and Bucky loved pulling your hair. The three of you spent nights fumbling all over each other when they had time at the compound, and if one of them happened to be away, the other two would Facetime when possible. It wasn’t a necessity, by any means, it was more of consideration; they were also content to let each other be with you privately.

Jealousy never arrived to bother any of you.

In fact, you often let the boys have time to themselves. Especially on your days at work. There had been many evenings when you’d come back to the compound after dinner and they were cuddled up on the couch, enjoying a movie or a nap. It was the sweetest thing. Sam and Clint took many pictures and both turned red after you casually mentioned that they should see pictures of what else the Steve and Bucky get up to when you’re not around.

“Because... they get up to a lot. I��m not always a necessary part of the puzzle, you know.” A single wink was all it took for your friends to high tail it out of the room.

It was a running joke with the team that the three of you had a very adventurous sex life together- as predicted by Tony. Admittedly, yes, it was exciting, but beyond the sex (and there was quite a lot of it- so many positions and scheduled water breaks), you were more than happy to just sit with a cup of tea and a board game, or going for walks, or watching them spar. You had even started to go on short jogs and spent time working out with them as well. It was painful at first (leg day was fine, chest day was the devil’s invention), but the showers together afterward really made up for it.

Every day brought something new to the table.

Last night, after Bucky fell asleep on the edge of the bed a little past three, Steve settled in the middle and you laid your head on his chest, kissing the sweat-slick skin beneath your lips.

“Hey...” You began slowly, pressing your mouth to his neck.

“Mhm... Hey back,” he parroted, slurring through the sleepy fog. “What’s on your mind?”

“Honestly, kind of a lot...?” You felt yourself come down from the high peak of love and marching up a peak of anxiety. You had started to babble about the mechanics of domesticity because the television prompter in your brain began to marquee way too fast. This ritual of sleeping together and waking up together had been blossoming into some future fantasies that you’re not sure how to bring up. You supposed this was as good of a time as any.

Steve was a bit stunned from your sudden outburst, “Hold on honey... Let me wake up for this.”

“Sorry... But Steve,” You rambled onward, “What about being Captain America? And how does that I don’t know- what does that mean when it comes to a family? Marriage? Children?” Your face burned at the thought of a little blue-eyed toddler running around by your feet, perhaps fair-haired, or rowdy and cleft-chinned.

You’d been dreaming about it at night, blanket forts and stuffed animals, a nursery, and a crib, and a mobile full of stars. The rational side of your brain chastised it- you were too young, you wanted to keep exploring the world, getting used to your position, and your relationship. The rational side also continuously brought up the fact that the father of your children would be one of two Super Soldiers- Jesus, maybe both, whose lives were always precariously balancing on … God, you didn’t know what.

Underneath you, Steve buzzed awake—as much as he could.

“Well… I’d love that.” He exhaled a deep breath, arm coming up to rub your shoulders. “Always wanted to be a dad, but let’s start with uh, maybe sleep for now. What do you say?”

You mumbled against him, “I didn’t mean to sound like I’m rushing you into those things, by the way. I suppose it was just a natural discussion to bring up.”

“I know, sweetheart,” Steve had rubbed his nose against your ear, breath warm and inviting. You distinctly felt a smile grow on his face. “I also know Bucky would appreciate being in the loop. Let’s save it for the morning.” He placed a hand on Bucky’s bare back, drawing circles along his spine as he groaned in his sleep.

You kissed your man sweetly, and before you knew it, you’d fallen dreamlessly asleep in his arms.

-

“Ready, honey?” Bucky squeezes your thigh, snapping you from your daze. He’s a little concerned that you’ve been so quiet for the whole trip, and grumpy that he’d been subject to Steve’s awful bellowing. The car’s parked on the street, about a block away. “You okay?”

“Yes, sorry... just thinking about our conversation last night.”

Bucky’s eyes light up delightedly, “Kitten, I don’t know if dirty talk counts as a conversation... but I’m all ears.”

“Buck, you fell asleep early. We talked about havin’ kids, pal.”

“Mhmmm—what?” After a pause, with you and Steve exchanging concerned looks, Bucky grips your hand so tightly it almost hurts, “Babe, I... I... wh-” The expression on his face changes from shock to concern, then finally, it knocks the air from your lungs when he looks at you.

“I can’t... I can’t.”

You see the storm over the horizon in Bucky’s eyes. His blue fades into grey, and billowing clouds have cast a shadow over the sloping mountain of his nose and the sharp plains of his cheeks. You can only console him with a sad smile and kisses along his jaw. He’s lost, now, in the past of his actions, in the raging tempest of thunderous roars and lightning strikes in his mind. It’s all scorched earth and barren wasteland to him. It’s filling your chest up with embers—not for yourself, but for him, and you are struggling to speak calmly.

“It was just a thought, Buck. For the future. Don’t think about it too much.”

You exit the car, kissing both your Soulmates softly. Steve gives you a final lingering look before you disappear down the campus street, starting to fill up with student bodies. Bucky is motionless in the back as Steve shifts gears and takes him back home.

-

They spend the next hour arguing in the bedroom, taking their squabble from the car to the garage, to the common area where Natasha raises an eyebrow too sharply for Steve’s comfort. Bucky’s pulling his hair and stomping, Steve’s sitting with both fists clenched on his knees, head leaned back in frustration. It’s moved beyond just the possibility of children, and deeper into the territory of Bucky’s repentance.

It’s a conversation Steve is sick of having because he doesn’t think Bucky needs to repent for anything. Steve has physically fought for this; he’s bled for this. But every time it seems like he might have pushed his boulder to the peak of the hill, it rolls back down on top of him.

“Buddy, you gotta stop.” Steve admonishes, feeling the aggravation building, deflecting a glare from his friend, “We’re not talking about if you deserve kids, Buck. We’re just … talking about kids. That’s it.”

“Look at me, Stevie, what th’ fuck am I gonna do with a kid?” Bucky sputters and waves his arms around, and then he takes his flesh one and points it to his cybernetic one. “Look at me!” There’s a panic in his eyes- the same one that’s lasted for over an hour with no sign of quelling. “She... sh-she can have your baby. I’m not... I can’t be a part of that.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he feels himself clench up with a devastating truth that hurts too much to imagine.

Steve crosses his arms and stands, using his full height to stare down at Bucky. He’s not that much taller, but it’s enough for Steve to say with his body I’m bigger than you and you need to listen to me. Bucky flinches at the hard stare and puts both hands over his face with a groan.

“There is no that without you.” Steve says firmly, arms tucked under each other so tightly his biceps bulge like boulders against his chest. He’s trying not to get angry because he knows it would be like squirting kerosene into a burning building. He needs to smother the fire, not encourage it.

“There is no this without you. We are Bound, all three of us. Buck, this isn’t happening tomorrow, or even next year, or even the year after that. We just talked about the possibility of it in the future.” His voice grows softer the longer he talks, and Bucky’s fear begins to slow to his pace, fizzling out like a candlelight.

“Pal, can you blame her? She’s twenty-three. She’s in love... with you of all people. Gee, Buck. Someone’s in love with you so much they think about havin’ a baby with you... And ya run for the hills.” Bucky mulls it over as Steve approaches, and there’s regret sinking into his stomach as he thinks about your sad eyes in the backseat of the car. He thinks about how you still kissed him before you left.

“Shit. I screwed it up, didn’t I? God. We got the sweetest girl and..” He grimaces, eyes flickering with anxiety.

Steve pats him on both shoulders before pulling him into his arms. Bucky is hard, tense muscle and warm breaths as he leans into Steve and they embrace until he calms down again.

They’ve always been happy to give and receive hugs as friends, often patting each other on the back fondly or comfortingly. It’s been moreso as of late- a result of spending more time together intimately. The hugs are more tender, more loving.

When Steve wakes up in the middle of the night in-between two bodies, he often looks over at Bucky, too, admiring the way he looks when he’s at peace. It’s something Steve’s wanted to see since he found Bucky; it’s something he sees more of every day. He wants to keep it that way.

“Think she’ll forgive me?”

Steve can only laugh as he brushes the hair out of Bucky’s face, rubbing his knuckles over the bristles along his jaw. “Yeah, Buck. Of course.” The sigh against his shoulder once more is a response all on its own.

Steve thinks back to the night he woke up and you were sitting on the sofa crying. It was your first time without Bucky since the three of you had started sharing a bed together. It was the first time you hadn’t slept with both in almost a month; it was long enough to pine for and ache about. You were used to being in the middle, he had thought, so maybe piling pillows on the empty side to simulate a presence might help. You stirred anyway.

He quietly sat down next to you, kissing your bare shoulder that peeked out from under the throw blanket. There were tears in your eyes as he cradled you in his arms.

“I miss him too. He’ll be back soon.”

“It’s not that…” You sniffled, “I was just thinking about... something Pietro told me.” You turned to him, crossing your legs and opening up the blanket to invite him in. Steve wrapped the edge as much as he could around his large frame and pulled you into his lap.

“What’s that?”

“Remember that day I came back, and you saw me by the pool?”

He nodded. Of course he remembered. He had spent three days in agony, feverish at night, freezing in the morning, waking up dripping in sweat. His chest hurt every waking moment and only ached even more in Bucky’s presence as if it was the Binding’s reminder to them that there was a missing piece that wouldn’t be forgotten. Seeing you by the pool that day extracted all of Steve’s pain in a single scoop. He had almost slipped running out of the room to catch you.

“Pietro said... There are two meant to love you. You never have to wonder, it is wonderful.”

He didn’t understand why you looked so sad until you glanced over to the bed where the pile of pillows had been kicked off, exposing the vacancy. “Do you think… Bucky knows that? I don’t wonder about the future and think that either of you will leave me, and I don’t think about me leaving either of you.”

You paused to wipe your cheeks, “But does Bucky know? Does he still think that he’s unlovable? He never tells me the truth, but I see it when he’s just looking at me. It hurts, Steve. I’m so worried all the time. I don’t want him to wonder about us.”

Steve Rogers kissed you that night with the intensity of a lover leaving for war. He held onto you so tightly you thought you might sink inside of him. He made love to you on that sofa in the darkness and caressed the tears on your cheeks so sweetly you cried. He had seen more and more of your heart every day, and it filled him with so much love it sometimes hurt. You loved them, together, equally, and separately, with their individual flaws and quirks.

And God, Steve thinks, there are a fucking lot of flaws.

“Buck,” Steve says, taking his friend’s face in his hands, fingers running through the dark mane. “She loves you. She loves you more than she knows what to do with. You can’t treat yourself like this. It hurts all of us.”

Another silence envelopes them as Steve holds onto him, massaging the back of his head tenderly. They break apart after another long moment before sending each other half-smiles and understanding nods, affirmations exchanged through smiles and blinks. Bucky speaks first.

“I love you too, Steve.”

 -

The boys arrive around two to pick you up and wave from the car, parked outside of the Art Building. The students surrounding you eventually let you go but stare open-mouthed at the shiny classic Mustang and Bucky’s vibranium-black hand holding your favorite drink. It’s his own personal white flag. The conversation is casual throughout the whole ride as they sit up front and you in the back. You tell them about your day and the work you’ve been up to, mentioning a few favorite teaching moments with students. They listen intently and coil their intended conversation slowly around your own, reading your mood with prudence.

At the compound, it’s turned up many notches when Bucky falls to his knees and lays his head against your tummy.

“I’m s’rry, babe.” He mumbles “S’rry I jumped t’ conclusions and... I’m such an idiot. Please don’t be mad with me, even if I deserve it.” His twang comes back when he’s emotional. The slurring of his ‘r’s and dropping his vowels brings a slight pinch to your chest when you think about all of the things he’s been through and how he could have so easily have just been another soldier returned from war, living out the rest of his days as a Brooklyn boy. But the path he’s been on has led him to this moment, to this darkness inside of him.

You pat his head gingerly, watching the smile grow on Steve’s face as he stands beside you. You know this is his doing, pulling Bucky from his own trap and bringing him back out. You’ve spent enough time with him to know that without help, Bucky will torture himself for days, biting off his own tail in a box of his own design.

“Bucky, the problem isn’t that you jumped to conclusions; the problem is that you think you’re an idiot. And that you think you deserve it.” You’re stern with him but continue to pet his hair.

He nods, over and over frantically, but you’re not sure if he really hears you. He wants this moment to be finished, you think, and so for now you’ll let it be. Sometimes you had to pick the right battles to fight, and for now you were content with this battle ending how it will. You don’t mind repeating it later, you know Bucky needs more assurance than most, and you’re happy to a part of that constant thing for him.

For now, he wants to be touched. It’s how he knows you still love him.

So you do. You kiss him all over. Steve latches on to his wrist and takes him to the bed. You both undress him and then yourselves. Bucky lies on his back, still sorrowful and regretful, but as the two of you hang over him, fingers intertwined, he feels his sadness vanish into the sheets.

Between your soft hands and Steve’s firm grasps, Bucky falls apart completely.

When Bucky goes to starts the bath, you spend a few minutes lying in bed with Steve just to caress him. You want to let him know too that he’s just as important, that you care just as deeply and passionately for him.

“You’re amazing.” He says, eyes dancing under your gaze, “He’s just stubborn. Always has been.”

“Mmm,” you smile back, “Reminds me of someone I know.”

“Who’s that?”

You pretend to contemplate it before planting countless kisses on his lips. “Come on, he’ll get fussy if we’re late.”

He gives you a piggy-back ride to the tub.

They take turns lathering you up and each other in the water, in-between playful splashing and affectionate touches. The three of you are a sight to behold, all covered up in soap suds with mops of wet hair. Steve dutifully washes the shampoo from Bucky’s locks as you lean your head on his shoulder, patiently waiting your turn. They start getting into a powwow about whose turn it is to do the laundry next and you space out, smiling into the mass of bubbles when you feel Steve’s fingers spitefully leave Bucky’s hair and go to yours.  

You know he’s stubborn. Steve is too. And so are you.

It doesn’t really bother you when Bucky gets into one of his moods, because you know he’ll always come back. It doesn’t bother you either when Steve’s impulsive on missions because he always comes back too. They both know that they must… simply because you’re home expecting them. Unless they’re acting dangerously- which, they’ve promised that they’d stop- you give them all your trust, just like you’ve given them your heart.

You have the rest of your life with them to figure the remainder of it out.

It sinks in, like the soap and bubbles, like the perfume of the shower gel and the gentle motions of Steve’s hands on your body. It sinks in that for the rest of your life, you’ll have them, both of them. No matter where your paths take you, you’ll be walking hand-in-hand with two perfect Soulmates by your side.

In the background, Bucky and Steve nag and jab each other with their sarcastic taunts and jibes of past embarrassments. There’s name calling and noogies, pinching, and snapping of teeth against fingers. Bucky blows bubbles in Steve’s face. Steve flicks droplets in Bucky’s eyes.

You lean forward against the edge of the porcelain tub, draping yourself over it and grin at them.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Steve asks, quieting the chatter and rubs his hand against your spine.

The look you give him melts him on the spot. There’s an unfathomable light in your eyes, swimming in something unspeakably loud but necessarily silent. He wants to pull apart the puzzle of it, finding the pieces that you’re keeping to yourself, but something keeps him immobile. Bucky splashes as he leans forward too, intrigued by the look on your face.

Saying nothing, you turn back around, humming a tune and motioning for Steve to continue. You’ll let them contemplate, you think, because eventually they’ll arrive at the same ending that you have. Bucky might take a while longer than Steve, but that’s okay too.

It’s kind of funny that you’d gone through so much of your life fearing love to the point of near madness and physical ailment. It’s so strange to think of how in the span of six months, you’ve transformed into a person so far removed from who you were then.

At 23, you had once rejected love.

But also, at 23, you’ve solved the mystery of love. Its disarray of angst and apprehension that’s long gripped your mind has been untangled by your dutiful hands. It’s Gordian Knot has been completely dissembled, slipping away into the depths along with your fear and anxiety.

You now tread over its strands, blissfully following the trail leading to your lovers’ embrace.  

#mcu #marvel #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes #Mystery of Love heli0s #reader insert #fanfiction

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Its You: Part 3

Summary: In which your date doesn’t go well and you meet a stranger who makes you forget all about it with his witty charm. But no numbers or names are exchanged between you two, leaving you both hopeless yet love crazed, never to find one another. Or so you think.  Modern AU | Requested by Anon | Pairings: Bucky Barnes x CurlyHaired! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: language, full-on fluff and comedyyyy

A/N: It's good to be back! Disclaimer: I would have made this part longer but it would be too much imo. ALSO I’ll be graduating soon and that means more time for writing! Can’t wait to share what I’ve been planning. As always enjoy AND Feedback is welcomed 💜

PART 2

Seated perfectly at the table, the host distributed the menus before leaving you to to your night. The atmosphere couldn’t get any more awkward than it was, and it tensed your muscles incredibly. But why were you complaining? You were on a date with the guy you’ve been drooling after for the past 24 hours! 

And Bucky? He was over the moon and very thankful that the universe blessed him with a chance to not only see you again but have dinner with you. The moping and dreading Bucky from earlier was nowhere to be seen and he was so drenched in bliss. 

His cheeks dusted with pink, Bucky swallowed the lump of embarrassment that sat annoyingly in his throat, not knowing where to keep his eyes on since looking into yours just made his heart skip a beat. What he didn’t know was that you were experiencing the same thing, looking anywhere but each other. Some people would say it was odd seeing a couple having dinner who wouldn’t even give the knowledge of them being there, but they didn’t know your story. And how you were falling in love every second being in Bucky’s presence. 

“So,” Bucky trailed off, slicing away the silence like a knife to butter. “I’m assuming you know Clint then?” 

His chuckle made your body ache, your heart melting to the deep sound of his rumbles echoing in his chest. Gritting your teeth from smiling too hard, you nod but a squeaky laugh escaped, “Oh my god,” you panicked, knowing damn well he heard it. He probably thinks your half pig now.

Great.

You saw how his eyes went slightly wide but he kept his smile and waved it off. This. This reassurance smoothed away your anxiety, and you just kept your eyes steady on his. “Yeah! He’s my roomie, and like a brother to me. I hope he doesn’t give you a hard time at work… knowing how strong and intimidating his personality can be.”

Bucky smirked, “Oh trust me,” he licked his lips and ducked his head, whispering. “I like the guy, I really do. But he scares the living crap out of me.”

Throwing your head back, you laugh at his confession, covering your mouth from exposing too much. You could tell he was joking but another part was telling you he sort of wasn’t. “Yep, that’s Clint for you.” 

“And I’m guessing Steve is your friend?” You asked with a hint of uncertainty. Bucky smiled at your question, taking a swig of his water. 

“My best friend since we were little. Our mothers were best friends and then we turned out to be best friends. It’s kind of weird, but he’s like a brother to me too.” 

The corners of your lips curved into a sweet smile, your eyes becoming soft as you released a dreamy sigh. This hadn’t gone unnoticed by Bucky and he began to blush again. And this time, you saw what you were doing to him and you actually liked it. It was a taste of his own medicine, trapped in a bubble of affection. 

“Remind me to thank Steve,” you whispered softly, bashfully ducking your head and gnawing on your lip. This brought a shiver down Bucky’s spine, his pupils dilating into a dark sea of passion.

Moments later, the waiter arrives with a glass jug of ice-cold water and a towel draped over his arm. 

“Hello! My name is Scott, like the paper towel brand and I’ll be your waiter for tonight! Make sure you tip me well or I’ll embarrass you in front of all these fine people.” He flashed a smile between you and Bucky, earning horrified and confused expressions from you two. 

“Ah well,” you swallowed thickly, wrapping your head around the waiters' words but before you could utter a word, he cuts you off.

“Ha! I was only kidding, oh my god. You should’ve seen your face, priceless!” Scott barked out a laugh, dismissing the fact that you and Bucky were just so misplaced. However, you found this man insanely amusing, exchanging a funny look with Bucky; he understood your motif and chuckled underneath his breath, trying really hard to stiffen his laughter. 

Refilling your glasses of water, Scott stepped back and sighed - that goofy smirk still plastered on his face. “What drinks can I start you off with?” 

“What drinks do you have?” You smiled. 

Scott smiled back but then it disappeared. He swiftly moved his body, as if he was trying to find something. To his misfortune, he didn’t, bringing him to groan through a tight smile. “It looks like I’ve forgotten the menu. But worry not, I think I’ve memorized it.” 

Bucky couldn’t hold back his cheeky smile, running a hand down his face. He couldn’t wait and see what Scott would bring to the table. Scott went on describing the basic drinks that most bars have but when Bucky asked for a specialty of the restaurant, that was where things went poorly.

The names of the drinks were at least better than the description Scott gave and you had your face buried in your hands the entire time. By the sounds of it, however, you caught on that Bucky knew more about drinks since he was aiding Scott in what alcohol goes in what and how they’re made. Maybe he was apart of some alcoholic beverage making club since he was fascinated with it. 

No, that couldn’t be it. 

Messing around with Scott became second nature to Bucky and you were so lost in drowning yourself in his voice that you hadn’t noticed him calling your name. 

“Y/N?” 

“I’m sorry,” you breathed out a chuckle; sighing dreamingly to the tone of his voice. It was like sweet honey at the tip of his tongue, rolling gracefully and plunging at your gut. 

“Where do you go when you’re in that state?” Bucky pondered, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“A place where you won't quite understand,” you teased, gnawing on your lip. Gazing into each other's eyes made your chest fall with ease as Bucky’s lips formed a smile of its own. 

“We’ll have the Cabernet Sauvignon, please,” Bucky informed the waiter without tearing his eyes away and you giggled to how charming he was towards you. 

Expecting the waiter to be gone by the time you looked away from Bucky, you were taken aback when Scott was still standing there, smirking as if he knew something you and Bucky didn’t. Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat. “Is there something else…” 

“Oh no! I’ll just be going now,” Scott chuckled as he backed away but bumped into a table, almost falling backward over a woman in her seat. Luckily he caught himself in time, before rushing out of the room. 

Neither you and Bucky could hold back your laughter, embarrassed for the man. “He’s got a character that one.” Bucky managed to speak through his laugh as he ran a hand over his head.

“Ya think?” you mocked with aching cheeks. 

Once your drinks had arrived, you two ordered dinner and continued to talk. You found out how he got into engineering and what his actual passions are for the future. Advanced technology in prosthetic limbs was his main goal. He wanted to help those who felt like their lives wouldn’t be the same after losing a part of themselves and giving chances to those who were born without them. You were infatuated by his ideals and knowledge. His wholesome personality was another element that grew your heart to thrice its size. Bucky gave you hope for the future and how humanity can still heal each other even when we can easily harm too. 

Bucky couldn’t get over the fact how perfect you were. In his eyes, he couldn't see one flaw that raised alarms. You also had a passion to just live the world day by day, believing in small goals rather than bigger ones. You explained how the smaller ones were easy to accomplish while the big ones were a desire of “what if”. It was the flame that kept you going and you just illuminated a beautiful radiance of positivity that it was rare to even exist. Working as a research assistant for a curator wasn’t as glamorous as you had thought when applying for the job, but it kept you interested in what was happening in today's art. 

After some time, dinner had finally arrived at your table and it was as divine and as tasteful as it looked. Enjoying your meal, you hadn’t noticed that you had forgotten to take your phone out of your back pocket. The pressure from your rear added pressure to the call button and miraculously, you speed-dialed Natasha. 

***

“Where did you put my sparkling water, Wanda?” Natasha inspected the refrigerator while she tapped her finger against the door. 

Turning away from the TV, Wanda replied, “Oh, I put it in the pantry… didn’t know if you liked it cold or not,” she nervously chuckled, shoveling her mouth with the soup she made for dinner. 

Groaning at her own mistake, Natasha closed the refrigerator door and sluggishly walked to the pantry where her drink sat nicely on the shelf. “I hate when they’re room temperature. I shoulda put them in when I bought them.” 

Wanda shrugged in response and continued eating her dinner. Sighing, Natasha took out the bottle and rest it on the kitchen island before twisting open the cap and pouring herself a glass. As she went to add ice cubes to her drink, her phone began to ring, the classic Michael Myers ring-tone filling the air. Carefully, she placed her drink down and scurried after her phone. Since Wanda was closer, she grabbed the device off the coffee table and chucked it at Natasha who skillfully caught it. 

Glancing at the lit device, Natasha’s eyes shot wide open as your name appeared across the screen. 

“It’s Y/N! It’s Y/N!” 

Wanda quickly set her bowl on the table and paused the TV, jumping out of her seat. “Answer it!” 

“Okay okay,” Natasha pressed the accept button to answer but it closed before she could say anything. Her brows furrowed at the sudden silence. “What the,” she swallowed thickly, the nerves in her body tingling with a pinch of worry. So she decided to call back, and wait till you answered the call. 

Yet to Natasha’s misfortune, you didn’t, prompting her to try again.

And again.  

With her stomach feeling uneasy, Wanda stood near Natasha, nibbling on her bottom lip. Earlier that night, she was informed of the escape plan between you and Natasha. It wouldn’t make sense as to why you were calling other than that reason. The anticipation was making her nauseous. 

“Fuck this. We’re going down there.” Natasha gave up after the fourth attempt. She fetched her keys and bag from her room before darting out toward the front door. Wanda followed behind, slipping on her shoes. 

“I don’t like this, Nat.”

“Let’s hope I don’t murder anyone tonight.” 

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[polygamyff]

47.

Robyn acting like I wanted to do this shit, since she started to work she prefers to sit at home because she is tired but this ain’t my damn fault. She snapped on me because I woke her, like we need to leave a nine to get to Atlanta on time and she flipped a damn switch on me, she was so feisty and then Reign, I am staying away from both of them right now “Good morning Maurice” looking to the side of me, Lorraine and Ally are here “good morning Ladies and Jay” look at him escorting them inside “just making sure they got to the place they need to be” Jay said “well now you’re not needed, thanks anyways” Jay laughed pointing at me as he walked off “morning, morning. How are we all? Take a seat, you like my home?” I asked Lorraine, I’m proud of it “I am impressed, well for that amount of money, I expected this. Very nice Maurice, you could hide here” placing my spoon in the bowl “I could, and Robyn forces me to eat this fruit in the morning. It’s just not me so I am just forcing myself” Khaleesi jumped onto the chair, Lorraine jumped back “don’t like dogs?” I laughed “I didn’t see her, ok can you tell her to sit?” shaking my head laughing “nope, she wants to sit with me, she don’t like ugly people either” Lorraine sighed out “this is why I prefer to speak to you in an office, childish behaviour” I chuckled “Maurice, I just need to get a dress for Robyn. Will be back before you go” putting my thumb up at Adam “no problem, so please tell me I don’t need to speak to these people?” Lorraine opened her laptop “you have to speak to them, these are your workers, this is a big thing for the city of Atlanta. So you need to speak to the people, the Atlanta governor will be there, he reached out actually. I think he wants the promo too so yes Maurice you need to speak, Ally. Tell him what to say?” looking at Ally “use your brain” I groaned out “well I don’t have one so tell me” I didn’t want to make a whole damn speech “also, I don’t understand why I am getting random bills for tickets? What is that? I mean I just so happened to see?” Ally eye-balled me “wait, that is your accountant issue but that is not us” Ally looks guilty “I know you, tell me?” Ally laughed “why don’t you ask Robyn” oh god, the grumpy girls are here “ask me what?” Robyn said “nothing dear” I laughed to myself.

Ally snorted laughing “wow Robyn, I like this. We should do home visits more often” Ally is getting a kick out of it “why what happened?” Robyn asked, clearing my throat “you know when you called me on Thursday about the tickets?” oh this is a Ally and Robyn thing “oh yeah, I did” Robyn said as she placed her hand on my shoulder “well I did, I placed them in the books and Maurice is questioning it. Those are Robyn’ tickets” looking up at Robyn “tickets!? Where are you parking?” how many does she have “anywhere and everywhere, you said you was going to pay for them. And I kind of erm, well what happened was I thought I put the card in the box. And I am not sure where the black card is” my mouth fell open “Robyn, seriously?” now I am annoyed “it’s in the house somewhere so I rang Ally and she said she doesn’t have the authorization to do a new one, the accountant can. So, I was like what am I going to do with the tickets, she said she would deal with it” waving Robyn off “I am not getting a new one for you, Ally call. I am cancelling the card. I can’t have that lost now; anyone can have it. How can you lose a black card? You know how fucking bad that is” Robyn walked off in a huff “get them on the phone Ally, hurry up. I want to cancel it and Lorraine, who the fuck else is going to be at the opening?” now I am annoyed “the media, and you are doing interviews” she added “no” I said “you are Maurice, stop being so miserable. You are going to be a fucking business owner, a billionaire. Do it, why do you make me snap on you. I be telling your dad you are a pain in the ass” Lorraine pointed at me “then go back to my dad, just they ask me shit” Ally slid the phone to me “because they like you, your life” pressing the phone to my ear “hi, it’s Maurice Davenport. My other half has lost her black card, not even a month old” I am not happy at all “I am sorry to hear this Mr Davenport, we can send a new one and cancel it off?” rolling my eyes, I want to say cancel and no card but I won’t.

We are like the worlds most grumpiest people today “I will have to change Reign when we get there, she is drooling so much with this teething” Robyn said as she placed Reign on the floor “it’s ok, are you still in a bad mood?” I asked, I asked before I say something to annoy her “I wanted to say sorry, I was just tired, and I snapped. And I shouldn’t have thrown the pillow at you either. I am sorry” I laughed “it’s fine, I was annoying you so it’s my fault too. I also ordered a new card for you” Robyn cooed out “aww pootie, baby I am sorry. I just didn’t want to tell you, so that is why I tried to hide it but you always checking on your accounts. But I did say you would pay right?” I laughed because she was right all along, I did pay “I did pay, just I hate when you say for the gram. I don’t care about the money” Robyn cooed out “oh my god, that was days ago. Stop thinking that, I will claim you” Robyn walked off “on there” she added, she is so annoying “Maurice my handsome, you will be wearing Tom Ford. Just look, this will perfect on you, the silk blend three piece. Are you thinking of changing here or on the jet?” I like this suit, one of my favourites “on the jet thank you, what about my Mi Amor, does she have her dress Adam?” crouching down to Reign “hey my Hermosa, you in a better mood now. Come here” Reign is drooling so damn much, bless her red cheeks “come here” picking her up “you are not well at all but does my princess have a dress?” Adam jus stared at me “see, you ain’t doing your job, I need to fire you. Reign should I do it?” Reign placed her head on my shoulder “she is not well at all because of this “I know my baby, it’s ok. I will give you cuddles” rubbing her back “anyways, do I keep my job?” Adam said, side eyeing him walking off.

Reign has drooled all on my top but I don’t care, she can do that if she wants too “boss man” My driver said as I left my home “morning” we are finally leaving “let’s buckle you in” Reign lifted her head up looking around, I hate doing car seat duty, it is so wack. Reign knew, it’s like she knew what I was going to do and she gripped my top and started to cry out “erm, Reign-Texas. You need to sit in here baby, it’s ok” Reign decided to cry out even more, pulling her hands off of my top and sat her in but Reign continued to cry “hey, what is wrong? You need to sit in here” it’s like someone harmed her, looking behind me and Robyn just smiled “buckle her in Maurice, she can’t be just in the car. She just wants a cuddle, ignore her” I don’t like this and I don’t like my daughter crying, she wants me to help her “move, come on. Out of the way Maurice, this can’t happen” I sighed out, I just don’t like her crying. Moving out of the way “Maurice, I want to say thank you. This dress is beautiful , you didn’t have too” Terry said “it’s fine, you look very beautiful Mrs Willis” Terry cooed out “thank you, when you’re free we need to talk” she said need to talk, oh this is either a good or bad thing “sure, whenever you ready I am ready” Terry cooed out “you are so kind to me, thank you” I smiled lightly “Reign is having a meltdown, Robyn is being so strict with her. I can’t even stand to hear it, she is not doing well with this teething” this is painful “it’s not, I found it a struggle too with Robyn, she took it bad. She was very ill with it too, not herself. She is really a mini Robyn with it” she is right, I mean clearly Reign is having a full blown fit about it.

Reign had the fit but then she fell asleep in the car seat, she was knocked out asleep straight away. So she is asleep while on the jet to Atlanta, Robyn has changed her clothes and did her hair because she will wake up as soon as we get there “so when we get there we have interviews for you, I think the big deal is because of the takeover. We want to show both of you, united” Robyn just doesn’t understand “Lorrain, Robyn doesn’t understand all this fuss around us, speak to her” I pointed out “well, since Maurice divorce went through it seemed like everyone had an interest in Maurice and his life, we had People magazine say can we interview them. They all thought he was married to you already, I said no and I goes they aren’t. Everyone assumed he was a polygamist, and then views on his social media, fan pages, people just taking an interest on you both, on this lifestyle. On the fact Maurice chose love, now people love a good love story, we just want to show that the company is thriving with a loving family behind him” Robyn stared in shock “really?” she is still shocked “really, Robyn. We have seen a increase on your social media, you may not take notice but we do. We have to make sure the family name remains, and you have fans. We want to keep that” Robyn placed her hand over her face laughing “this will be a new start, this new beginning for Maurice and you, first Hilton-Davenport hotel, mind blowing” I do agree with Lorrain even though I do give her a hard time with everything I do.

I groaned out “my dad is going to be there” rubbing my face in annoyance, my dad doesn’t drop shit at all. He is becoming annoying, and that includes Reign’ bedroom. Shit is not an easy process for AI, he’s having to do a lot for her but my dad is annoying “Ally!?” looking behind me “yes?” I laughed “comfy over there?” Jay and Ally sat together “man, you got to quit this” Jay said “anyways, did you chase up Nalah? Robyn wants to do something the Davenport program?” I can tell Ally has forgotten “on my to do list, come on. I am busy, but your accountant contacted me back, he has scheduled a meeting on Monday” that will be fun “ok, that is fine. You know Robyn, I have to speak? Like why? I am there that is enough” I kissed my teeth “be nice Maurice” rolling my eyes “oh and you will be staying at the hotel tonight. The opening will be like Dubai, a little smaller but then more eyes on you. Maurice you must, please. You need to speak to CNN, whatever you do. Don’t walk past them, you need to involve the city too, speak on the Davenport program how we have hired people in the city that needed the help, this is what Nalah has done” I am confused “hold up, Nalah did what? Why don’t I know this?” Lorraine walked over to us “you gave her that to deal with, so she sorted that out. You may think she does nothing but she is helping and keeps what you set up running, you just deal with what I tell you. You won’t know everything that goes on and that is fine but I will tell you, so what you need to do is follow what I said” letting out an oh “Lorraine, I like you. A lot, Maurice deserves it” mean mugging Robyn, she ain’t shit for saying that.

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[missnancywritesfanfic]

Deep Breaths II

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Warning: Incoming fluff! You’re welcome!

Chapters I - II

She didn’t have to worry about anyone walking in on her crying in the corner, the door locked from the inside and hopefully that would delay anymore embarrassment that could come her way. Would it even matter? Her colleagues were probably laughing at the scene (Y/N) caused, and now Gavin would be on her case more than before.

But that's only the icing on the gigantic cake of failure she’s sitting on, if any of what happened got to Fowler…

(Y/N) felt her heart clench as she choked back the next wave of tears waiting to come, her cheeks were already wet and she didn’t want to resort to using her shirt as a tissue. She was a mess.

Her eyes landed on her shoes that glistened under the fluorescent bathroom lights, these low heeled nightmares cost her a lot today. Any good feelings they brought her when she but them on, were crushed.

She started slipping them off her feet, not caring that the floor was kind of dirty. I mean she was already sitting on the ground, how much lower could she get? She kept fucking up, so why not go full circle and be an idiot alone in the bathroom?

A soft grunt left her as she finally loosened one boot and kicked it far away from her, then the other. And thus she sat there, shoeless and full of shame. She sniffled and wiped away droplets that tried to escape off her chin.

So stupid…

(Y/N) let out a shaky sigh as she closed her eyes, soaking in the dead silence around her. At least no else was here to witness her meltdown…

A sharp knock at the door made her sit upright, pushing off the door and looking back.

Oh shit..!

“Detective?”

Her shoulders relaxed at the sound of her partner’s voice, it was surprisingly gentle as oppose to its usual coolness.

“Nines…?” She replied in a nasally voice, she sniffled and wiped her nose.

The stormy eyed Android leant an ear to the door on the other side, leaning on his shoulder. He wasn’t expecting an answer back so soon, that was a good sign. This would be much easier for him.

“Officer Miller told me that you might’ve been hiding in the bathroom.”

God dammit Chris, why couldn’t you not be nice for once!

Okay, that was a lie, she was beyond appreciative of how kind Chris could be. He had some experience with (Y/N) and her anxiety attacks, of course the previous ones didn’t start with her chucking coffee at anyone. But he's seen one or two and was there to comfort her.

Since he had a kid of his own who had the occasional bouts of panic, the police officer had experience that he could apply to (Y/N). Bless his heart, he was a good man. But she didn’t know why he’d send Nines instead of coming himself.

“I’m fine, I…” She hesitated, her lips quivered as she forced down a whimper and took a deep breath. There was no response from Nines’ side for a while.

“May I come in?”

(Y/N) opened her mouth to say no, but the words got caught in her throat. She didn’t want him to see her like this, then again...having someone else by her side always helped. Since Chris wasn’t there, Nines would be just as good. He did come to check on her after all.

Nines waited on his end for an answer, listening for any sound she’d make. He heard a heavy click followed by a slight shift, his brow furrowed as he tried the doorknob and twisted. The door pushed opened but not all the way, he slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

(Y/N) was curled up in the corner where the door hinged to the wall, he saw she didn't have her shoes and looked around the bathroom to see them discarded on the floor. His eyes trailed back to the gentle sniffles coming from his partner, he was quick to read her vitals before locking the door and kneeling in front of her.

“I finished the interrogation, your hunch was correct. I got all the information we need.”

“Happy to hear I at least did one thing right…” She said, lifting her head but she didn’t look at Nines. Her eyes focused on anything else, which would be her shoes, but those only made her more upset.

“You damaged an antique, that’s not as uncommon as you think.”

“I tripped into a guy and ended up taking him and his stupid china down with me!” (Y/N) ran a hand through her hair and gripped it. “Who the fuck even accomplishes something like that!”

“You misstepped.”

“I ate shit, is what happened!” She snapped at him, finally meeting his gaze with a glare. “Don’t sugar coat it, Nines.” He huffed when her voice cracked, he watched as she tried to wipe away angry tears that kept coming.

“I don’t know how I ended up tripping, now I’m sure I’ve gotta pay over, like, a trillion dollars for this! All because I decided to wear those stupid heels today!”

Nines looked over the boots she gestured, he kept silent and let her rant.

“They aren’t even that tall, and I’ve run in them before! But apparently I should just stop trying and stop caring.”

(Y/N) slowly uncurled and presses her legs to one side, but she kept her arms crossed with the exception of off handed gestures. Her cheeks were flushed and she was sure everything she was saying sounded ridiculous to Nines, he stared at her with a blank expression. This must have been a complete waste of time to him.

“You’re right, you should stop.”

She winced and started to pull her knees back in. It was so simple to him. Whereas she overcomplicated it. Again.

“Your shoes have nothing to do with it, the road as well as the sidewalk were cracked. The infrastructure of the district we were in is poor.”

“So I’d suck either way…”

Nines goes to grab her wrist as she went to wipe her face, making her glance in his direction.

“Yes. If that’s how you want to put it.” He cracked a smile and continued. “You are a clumsy person, but you’re very skilled and have achieved a lot that compensates for that clumsiness. Besides, you have been improving and have gotten into less accidents. You’ve only been scolded by Captain Fowler three times this month.”

(Y/N) mumbles and glances down, “Gavin said the same thing…”

“Detective Reed has his own personal issues to handle and constantly projects on others around him, he isn’t someone I’d recommend listening to or taking advice from.”

She scoffs at his statement, trying to force down a smile but didn’t fight it too much. Nines let go of her wrist and cupped her cheek, his thumb delicately wiped away the wetness of her skin. She sighed and glanced up at him again.

“What happened today was unavoidable, we still accomplished our mission albeit with collateral damage. That can be fixed. So stop caring so much about the negative.”

(Y/N) kept silent for a moment, looking him in the eyes before nodding, “Okay...Okay, I’ll try…”

“No trying, (Y/N). Just do.” He guided her forward and pressed his forehead against hers, she held onto the hand that cupped her cheek and squeezed. “Deep breaths?”

She giggled and bit her lower lip gently, that’s the same thing Chris told her. He’d rub her back and have her relax, it worked most of the time. Nines didn’t exactly have a hand on her back, but one caressing her cheeks was better.

They both took a deep breath in and out, the final pair of tears left her lashes as they took another breath.

“Good. Now repeat after me.” She peeled an eye open, he still had his eyes closed so she did the same. “I can’t control everything.”

“I...can’t control everything…”

“And I look great in heeled boots.”

Nines smiles as a chuckle rumbled through (Y/N)’s chest, “No, I’m not saying that…” He brushed his nose against hers, his lips barely touched hers. He could feel her gentle breath hitch as he teased her.

“And I…?”

She turned her head away but he kept her in place, it didn’t take long before she finally gave in. “Okay-Okay, and I…” She hesitated for a second, rolling her eyes. “...look great in heels. Happy?”

“Only if you are.”

(Y/N) didn’t answer him and let him peck her lips, she savoured the cool touch for a second before getting up.

“Can we go home? I can’t be around the office right now…”

Nines placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and squeezed her hand, “Okay. But we still have paperwork to do.”

“Yes sir.”

“And put your shoes back on. The floor is disgusting.”

“I will.”

“Thank you, Kitten.”

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[heathenarmyimagines]

Title: Horrible Marriage

Summary: The day after (Y/N) and Ivar’s wedding as much more eventful than expected.

Pairing: Ivar x Reader 

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Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five

Walking out of the Matrimonial Chamber that morning you felt like a champion.

You had done what no woman had ever accomplished, what Margrethe had failed to do.

‘Well you two had fun it seems.’ Ubbe smiled as you and Ivar entered the great hall.

‘We might have.’ Ivar smiled.

‘You did we all heard it.’ Hvitserk laughed.

A blush like no other covered your face, you didn’t think you had been loud.

‘Don’t get too prideful brother, we leaned by the door.’ Sigurd grinned, pulling Hvitserk into an embrace.

‘Ah! Gods its…just too much.’ Hvitserk mocked your voice, clinging to his brother dramatically.

‘(Y/N), i-it feels good.’ Sigurd said huskily, caressing Hvitserk’s face.

‘You bastards, disrespecting our sacred wedding night.’ Ivar glared, but his cheeks were a bit red.

‘Don’t be angry brother, they are unmarried idiots having a bit of fun.’Ubbe soothed.

‘They listened in on a moment that was meant for me and my wife.’ your husband spat.

‘It’s fine Ivar I don’t mind, it was still a perfect night. And we all know they should get used to hearing you pleasure me.’ you grinned.

Ivar looked taken back before a smile crossed his face, he looked up at you with mischievous eyes. 

‘I guess they should, come here.’ 

You giggled as he grabbed your hand and pulled you down to kiss him, all passion and fire.

Ivar pulled you down lower until you were straddling his lap, he pulled back dragging your bottom lip between his teeth.

‘Alright enough of that Ivar.’ Ubbe laughed.

‘No such thing as enough with a woman like her.’ he said, keeping his eyes on you. 

‘Ivar you got so angry when they heard us, if they saw us...saw me, you’d probably kill them.’ you smirked as you stood up.

Though he rolled his eyes dramatically in the way only he could Ivar nodded in agreement.

‘Come, lets eat, we worked up an appetite last night.’ you said.

Once Ivar and you were seated a slave placed plates in font of you both, you said thank you, but were not surprised to not get a reply.

A lot of the other slaves didn’t like you much, they didn’t like the special treatment you received because of your closeness to Ivar.

 While they had tiresome and hard labor work you merely cared for Ivar, and while they slept in a rickety barn with rags for warmth you slept in Ivar’s bed under thick furs.

‘You are too polite.’ Ivar said kissing your cheek before he began eating.

‘So you two are finally married now.’

Everyone turned as the queen entered the hall.

‘You know we are, after the madness you went through for the wedding.’ Ivar answered as she sat on her throne.

‘Forgive me for wanting the best for my son.’ she smiled.

‘No need to apologize, the wedding was amazing, the town will speak of it for ages.’ you complimented.

Though you did find it tiresome you did appreciate all the work Queen Aslaug put into the wedding.

‘Sigurd and Hvitserk told me of your night, I am happy for you both.’

‘Thank you, but I prefer not to speak about my wedding night with my family over breakfast.’ Ivar dismissed.

‘Fine, what do you have planned for today?’ Aslaug sighed into her drink, clearly she’d lost interest.

‘We are going to the hunting cabin, so Ivar may bring home his first kill to feed his wife.’ Hvitserk said, his mouth half full.

‘And I will cook in our kitchen for the first time.’ you smiled.

Floki’s wedding gift of a house had by far been your favorite, it was something you’d secretly wanted all your life.

Ivar’s bedroom in the great hall held a special place in your heart and you had great memories in that room. Yet still it was Ivar’s room in the great hall, you had no claim on it.

This house you could organize it and decorate it; best part is Ivar would let you have your fun. He hated decorating and really couldn’t care less as long as it had the essentials.

‘Lucky Ivar, marrying a slave who already knows how to cook, Torvi nearly burned our first home.’ Bjorn said, joining his brothers.

‘Hello Bjorn.’ you greeted.

‘Hello...Sister in Law.’ he smiled sadly.

Bjorn often said you reminded him of the sister he lost as a child, and you could see he thought of her every time he saw you.

‘Aslaug.’ Bjorn greeted with no emotion.

Everyone knows that Bjorn, like Lagertha, has always blamed Aslaug for ruining their family. Which you completely understood, from what you heard it did sound as if she had snuck in like fox and stolen another woman’s husband.

Aslaug grinned in greeting.

‘Will you join us in our activities today brother?’ Ubbe asked.

‘Only if your activity is fishing, Torvi says she will not let me have her if I don’t bring home twenty fish at least.’ grunted Bjorn.

‘You won’t be so cruel to me will you wife?’ Ivar asked.

‘Of course not, twenty fish is ridiculous, I’d never ask for something so silly.’ you answered.

Ivar smiled and kissed your cheek.

‘I want our first meal to be a boar Ivar, a nice and fat one, big enough Ubbe will complain about carrying it.’ you smiled wickedly.

Ivar rolled his eyes so hard his head had to move with them, he looked at Bjorn in annoyance.

‘Thank Torvi for filling my wife’s head with ridiculous ideas so early on in our marriage.’ he glared.

‘No need for nastiness Ivar, I wanted boar anyway. I will not deny you sex if we don’t have it, but I know you will get it because I want it.’ you assured.

‘Still you could deny if you want, trust me sex controls men like meat controls dogs.’ Aslaug smiled.

‘Mother.’ Ivar pouted.

‘I’m only teasing, let me have fun with my daughter in law.’

‘Well if I am to catch a boar that will please you we should be leaving.’ Ivar said.

‘And I should be in the river.’ Bjorn sighed.

All the Sons of Ragnar left the table, Ivar kissing you before climbing onto Ubbe’s back.

‘See you at home wife.’ he called as they left.

‘Will you be joining me today your highness? Floki says you have yet to see my home.’ you said.

‘I would love to, but I have duties, lookouts spotted an envoy. I must be here to receive his message.’ she declined.

You sighed in acceptance before excusing yourself, secretly glad you would get to see it all alone.

Eagerly you followed Floki’s directions, not that you needed them. He had built the house on Ivar’s hill.

It was a very simple home from the outside, clearly Floki put in a lot of effort to make it subtle.

Behind the house there was a freshly dug garden and a pin for the animals that had been gifted to you and Ivar.

‘Thank you Gods, thank you all for this blessing. I shall sacrifice a goat for you, may it please you when the time comes.’ you whispered, before going inside. 

The living room was small and only held a fire pit for cooking, a two chair table set and a rug. In the master bedroom there was a bed covered in thick furs, a fireplace, a chest and a wardrobe. 

The second room was completely empty, but you knew what it was meant for.

Children.

You smiled to yourself as you walk around the empty room, thinking of the life ahead of you.

You stop and look out of the window and see the markets of Kattegat, a view you loved.

You looked further past the town, to take in the view of the other hills when you paused.

There was someone standing there on one of the hills, looking down at the town as you had just been.

Though you could not see hardly anything from so far away a familiar feeling settled in your stomach.

A feeling that everything you know is about to change and there was nothing you could do. It was a feeling you hadn’t felt in years, and only one man gave you that feeling.

A panic filled you as you began running out of the house, your legs burning as you pushed yourself to keep going.

Down the hill and through the woods then up another hill you ran until the hunting cabin was in sight.

Outside of it all the princes were skinning their kills, but they all paused when they saw you frantically running.

‘He’s returned!’ you yelled

‘(Y/N)?’ Ivar asked as you ran to them.

‘Ivar...’ you wheezed.

‘What is it?’ Ivar asked.

‘Ragnar Lothbrok has returned.’

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