#i love the twins but that’s the only appeal of being with sam

[autisticempathydaemon]

What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?

High Enough by K Flay, because it's quite wordy and kinda fast, so when I don't stumble over words or get them wrong, it feels so good. Also, I just really enjoy listening to it.

What is your Enneagram type?

I just did the test because I had no idea. Apparently I'm a 5.

Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?

Yes and no. I love hearing people talking about things they're passionate about, but I have ADHD so it needs to hold my interest for an extended period of time, which isn't always easy. I quite like Jenny Nicholson's, except for the Star Wars ones.

Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.

I don't actually remember anything about them, only my mum telling me as an adult that they were twins, one boy and one girl.

What is your go-to way to fall asleep?

Curled up, listening to Adam being his sadistic, chaos gremlin self.

If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)

Growing up, I read a book with a character named Starr and kind of wanted to change my name to that. These days, I can't say I love my name, but can't think of anything else I'd change it to.

What is your favorite of Redacted’s audios, and why?

Maybe Regulus's, especially the newest one (the thought of having somebody in my head and never having any space to myself kinda terrifies me, but I also like the idea, because hell yes, he could absolutely kick those intrusive thoughts to the curb. Also, the parts where he starts revealing his true feelings about stuff via the random "demonic" voice just does something to me).

Although the Adam storyline, especially Sadistic Vampire Kidnaps You (both for the sleep aid factor, and just general I really enjoy listening to it) will probably always be my absolute favourite.

What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don’t get the hype for. (I won’t judge, I promise.)

Sam. I think he's got so much love from Redacted fans that I'm almost burnt out from it. Also Milo, David and Vincent a little bit, for the same reason. I still listen to and enjoy their audios, but they'll never be my first choice to listen to, and it's very unlikely I'd relisten to them.

Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.

Idk, I don't rewatch or reread things enough to learn the words to them. Maybe Buffy, because I was hardcore obsessed with it when I was younger, but nowhere near knowing all the words level.

Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?

My first thought was Hux, although I would totally date him, if we were in a universe where he was, y'know, real, and not dating Damian.

Maybe I should've said Asher. As much as I adore him, I don't really think about him in a romantic context.

Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you’re tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I’m ready to sleep when I start talking about space.)

Since I'm pretty much always alone, I have nobody to connect the dots on that. Maybe I should ask my cat, hahaha.

Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.

I don't drive, and don't live within walking distance from one. If I did, it'd probably be something sweet, and a drink, preferably something frozen and/or bright blue

Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.

My going to work musical playlist that I've compiled is all killer, no filler if that's what you meant.

What’s your guilty pleasure media, and why?

Boyfriend asmr, and I mean traditional asmr, rather than the audio roleplays. I've been very single for a long time, to the point I don't even know if I could actually date, if (by some miracle) some weirdo did find me attractive.

And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!

I'm literally crying while typing this, and can't think of anything else. Sorry for the trauma dump, if I didn't want to know your answer so badly, I'd just delete and forget about it. 💙

This one took me a second- I was really staring down the Redactedness brackets- but when I saw it, it dawned on me so clearly and so resplendently. Ollie would be so wonderfully perfect for you.

Little things first- I think y’all would have a good time together, because it seems like y’all would like each other and the same things. Like, I can absolutely see Ollie having had a Buffy phase at some point. (He had a crush on either Sarah Michelle Gellar, David Borneanaz, or both. Probably both.) He’d love the same video essays you do and would be more than okay with pausing it or speeding it up if the attention span isn’t spanning.

Big things second- I think Ollie would be so good for you? Your being a Five and what you said about Regulus makes me think the sweet, unempowered type is just what you need. No magic, no tragic backstory, no possibility of having your mind read or wiped- just a darling man who loves you, your cats, and Star Trek.

Song:

You know I wanna be your light/ In darkness, how you find me just in time/ To tell me what I needed to hear/ So if you don't know what you need/ You can leave it all to me/ I don't want you worried 'bout a thing/ I know you'd do the same for me

I love Ollie and the domestic, little ways he shows his love and support- he’s just a wholesome dude, and he’s a sleeper favorite of mine for that reason. This song fits in my head because it reminds me of his sweetness and how far he’s come and matured and how dependable and loving he’d be as a boyfriend and life partner for you.

Runner-Ups:

Aaron was a pretty close runner-up, because I loved the idea of pairing you with someone unempowered and stable. (Ollie, I liked more because of his energy and lighthearted nature; also Aaron also strikes me as a Five, and I don’t typically do same Type pairs.) Huxley, I also love because of his steady, sweet but jovial nature, but I really got stuck on someone unempowered for you by this point.

Note: I’m so sorry I made you cry and you like literally didn’t trauma dump at all you are so fine and good honey

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #busybee matches #redacted

[taughtdefense-a]

your apartment is filled to the brim with those you love. there’s laughter & conversations swirling throughout your home, music playing over the speakers in your apartment, & smiles all around. your friends & in-laws(!) are having a great time. you’re so happy & in love you feel like you could burst.

it’s been a little under an hour since you popped the big question to robby, tory, sam & miguel. miguel hasn’t been able to blink the tears out of his eyes, nor has he been able to hide the fact that he’s been staring at his engagement ring since you slipped it on his finger.

tory’s downright giddy, constantly peppering her partners in little kisses at every opportunity, whenever she walks by. she’s currently holding sam’s hand, chatting with moon, scarlett, cosima, betty, veronica, cheryl, aisha, emma & yasmine. the girls haven’t been able to stop fawning over tory’s & sam’s engagement rings, or the baby pictures of icarus & emma’s two-month-olds - twins. your fiancé’s & fiancée’s ( you get a rush of pure elation just calling them your fiancés & fiancées ) are always breathtakingly beautiful, but right now they seem to glow with pure, unfiltered happiness. they love you, & you love them equally with every single cell in your body. you’re so incredibly relieved all four of them said yes when you’d asked them to marry you. you were terrified that moving from the ❛ boyfriends & girlfriends ❜ to ❛ fiancés & fiancées ❜ milestone might have been too quick, & they’d have said no. but they didn’t. & now you’re engaged to the loves of your simultaneous lives.

god. you love them so much.

you’d been incredibly, understandably nervous when asking your partners’ parents for their blessing to marry their children. but you’d never been MORE SURE of something in your life. making the rings had been the easier part… by a landslide, despite the countless designs you’d went through. everything had to be perfect.

(it was. everything IS perfect.)

& now here you are - celebrating, surrounded by your friends & loved ones in your apartment. you’re engaged to tory, miguel, sam & robby! it feels like a dream come true.

mrs. larusso is standing diligently in front of the stove, shooing both demetri & anthony away before they can sneakily grab a taste of the buffalo chicken dip you’d made, which is still too hot to eat right now. you’d tried to do some more cooking, on top of everything you’d already prepared - everything ranging from dinner foods like ziti, to visually appealing, labor-intensive appetizers that are only seen on the food network channel ( but are no less delicious! ), to various spreads of charcuterie boards, to classic desserts. that they’re in your apartment to celebrate the occasion of you becoming engaged, it made sense to you to prepare everything. as soon as she saw you put the buffalo chicken dip into the oven, amanda’d been adamant in you taking the night off, in letting her take over watching the food. your apartment smells downright heavenly.

❝ ethan, if you don’t go hang out with your friends & your newly betrotheds right this instant, i will wack you upside the head with this spatula. ❞ she’d threatened you, waving the spatula around for emphasis. you’d quickly nodded & did as she requested, moving out of the open-concept kitchen to go hang out with your friends. you’d instinctively moved over to ciro on the couch, where he, icarus, rhydian, shadow & charlie are talking politely with each other. rare are the opportunities for all of the eldritch beings ( & one immortal man - icarus ) to be in the same room as each other, but it’s nice. they’re all friendly with each other. ciro had been happy for you, truly. he wasn’t surprised in the slightest — exactly none of your eldritch friends were. they all know how you feel about them. after talking with them for a few minutes, you’d moved over to chat with mr. larusso & johnny, who are both thrilled. ( you called johnny ‘dad’, one time, just to test it out & gauge his reaction. johnny started crying tears of joy, then told charlie to fuck off when he teased him about it ). mr. larusso’s drinking a glass of fancy champagne, his first of the night, but johnny opted to have a glass of water. he’s not drinking ( strictly only water & soda ), & is stone-cold sober despite the celebration & a handful of others drinking alcohol, which you commend him for.

after checking on them & confirming they’re both having a good time, you instinctively seek out @taughtpain, finding him almost immediately. all of your cells feel in-tune with every breath he takes, it’s instinct to be near him. hawk is chatting with him. he pretends not to notice you as you approach, continuing to converse with robby, so you can successfully sneak up behind robby, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, pulling him into you. you just want to be as close to him as possible. you rest your chin on his shoulder. hawk smirks slightly, but you ignore it for the moment.

❝ look at you, my love! ❞ you murmur to robby with a warm, overjoyed laugh. hawk rolls his eyes slightly, only acting like he’s annoyed. his smile can’t hide the genuine happiness he feels for his best friends. your gaze softens, brown eyes filling with every single modicum of endless, undying love your entire being ( eldritch form & vessel alike ) holds for robby keene. ❝ glowing like a solar fire. you’re something special, robby. ❞ you recite the line from treasure planet perfectly, then finish it off with a passionate, gentle kiss, not wanting to pull away from your fiancé.

#taughtpain #in character. / ​post season 5. #god i love this so much #verse. / ​main.: miyagi fang. ( miyagi!ethan. ) — ❝ i ached for warmth & peace. the universe laughed at me. ❞

[booksandabeer]

For the fic rec asks: 😂, 🛳, and ✨️ please 🥰🥰

(Hope you're having a great day 🤗)

Hello, lovely Tessa! I’m having a great day today, I hope you do, too! Thank you so much for sending this in! 🥰

🛳️ A fic that brought you aboard a new ship

You know I kind of have a one-track mind when it comes to shipping, so it's mostly SteveBucky for me. The only other pairing I started to read regularly over the past year is SamBucky (I might make a separate rec post for that one day because I've since found some really excellent fics). I think the first SamBucky story I read that really convinced me was this one:

Muscle Memory by seapigeon | 13K, 3 parts in series, rated Teen-Explicit

Starts mid-season of TFATWS and then moves beyond that. This is only 13K but it packs such an emotional punch. This is Bucky and Sam dancing around each other, and away from each other, and then finally with each other. Also, I highly recommend everything else written by this author (including a fantastic WIP).

😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

While we’re at it, let’s do another SamBucky rec:

we're awesome, totally genius by napricot | 4K, Teen

A short and sweet Modern No-Powers AU, in which hot teacher Bucky rescues Sam from a bad date with Tony Stark’s "evil twin". It is wonderful! Napricot is another one of those authors where I can wholeheartedly recommend everything she’s ever written. She has a special talent for taking the crackiest of premises and turning them into something moving and emotionally sincere. And still keep it hilarious! 

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

Hmmm...I think I would like to get the chance to read some of the “big ones” again for the first time and really savor them this time around. When I first read a lot of them, I was just gorging myself on all things Stucky I could find at the time and so some of them kind of tend to bleed together or I can hardly even remember anything other than...they were really good? But since I want to give some love to lesser known fics, let’s go with:

As Time Goes By by Trouble_With_The_Snap | 66K, Mature

This is a tough read--there are no happy endings here--and I realize that this is not a fic for everybody. In fact, it might not appeal to most people. However, it is one of the best fics I have ever read. I’ll just copy here what I wrote in my bookmark because I think it sums it up best:

A smart & thoughtful investigation into how Steve's Endgame choice would realistically play out. Brutally honest and absolutely devastating without being pointlessly cruel or wholly lacking in compassion towards the characters. Masterfully set up, patiently developed, confidently structured, beautifully written. And the payoff! I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop - and BOY, did it DROP. 

Like I said, you'll need a masochistic streak a mile wide to do this to yourself, but holy shit, it is so, so good. I realize that this may seem like a strange choice for the “I want to experience this all over again” question, but the feeling that came over me when I started to realize what the author was doing here and where it would inevitably lead was just...I was floored.

This was fun! Let’s do it again some time! You can always ask for more recs outside of this ask game.

#sambucky fic recs #sambucky #stucky fic recs #kinda? bit hesitant to use this tag here #stevebucky #stucky #my recs

[zonerobotnik]

Which Danny Phantom ships do you like and what do you see in them?

Uhm…oh man, there's way too many for me to go over them all and I can't remember all the names right now. Let me get the list.

So, surprisingly, Pompous Pep(VladxDanny) is actually not one of my main ones, I actually mainly ship SuperFun/PitchPearl (DannyxPhantom), Amethyst Ocean (SamxDanny), Dark Gray (DanxValerie), Gray Ghost (DannyxValerie), Teddy Ghost (DashxDanny), uhm…Jailbait (WalkerxDanny), Tyrannous Hope (PariahxDanny), Haunted Past (DanxDanny), and my personal brand of PitchPearl, Broken Heart (DanxFutureDanny). By Future Danny, I mean Grim Danny OR any version of him that isn't killed by Dan and instead survives to fight him or is held as his prisoner for years. I don't know if I'm the only one that ships them or not, but I do.

Also, I haven't given it a special Danny Phantom-brand ship name, but I also like DanNear. I think I'll just use "Quarantine Buddies".

Now, what do I see in them. uh, in order…

Pompous Pep:

Generally, when I ship them, it's because of Vlad taking advantage of Danny, actually, either because he's so broken by something (like in my fic "Are you Awake" on FF, where Phantom just completely wanted to destroy himself after losing Danny or the whole mess in "Desperate Sin") or is trying to break him and lures him into a false sense of security before hurting him. I don't think I've ever done anything with him that doesn't have him taking advantage of him in some way, though in "Are you Awake", he's at least reluctant about it and it's Plasmius that is the aggressive one. (Spoilers, that fic has them finding out that Phantom and Plasmius are absorbed twins that got turned into ghosts by the portal blasting them with enough ectoenergy and electricity to kill a t-rex.)

But, I'm sure, once they get over themselves and Danny is all grown up, maybe comes back from college all hot and buff, Vlad might hit that post-AGIT.

SuperFun:

Much like my own ship Broken Heart, these two have the appeal of wanting to be back together, but maybe they don't want to be merged, y'know? They balance each other out, Phantom would die again to protect Danny and Danny would kill to protect Phantom. While they disagree on some things, they also can't live without each other.

Though, they have many questions on how the ectoenergy-remover split their minds, they try not to think about it. After all, they're one person, always have been…right?

PitchPearl:

Basically, this ship is either selfcest or "what if they were two different people". The possibilities are pretty much endless here, and a lot of people, myself included, have fun with the ship.

The most common interpretations for them being separate is they meet by chance and Phantom falls for him before they even meet and that he saves Danny's life after he went into the portal by giving him his own ectoenergy to heal him or he's the Ghost Prince/Pariah's son or Walker's son and he grew interested in the son of the ghost hunters that tore open a hole into their dimension--seriously, endless.

Amethyst Ocean:

While I think Sam is, frankly, a jealous Cass-level bitch at times, she does have her sweet moments and she and Danny are actually really nice together, when she's not being jealous of him flirting with other girls. She's loyal and knows him better than anyone and while I don't really like that it was canon endgame because of how it was handled, I think that they could be good together.

Dark Gray:

Who doesn't love a good rough-and-tumble enemies-to-lovers? These two are the HeroxVillain ship, and I REALLY love those, and the thought of him only sparing the city, even after destroying the barrier, because of lingering feelings from his Gray Ghost days is just…MMM! I love it. And they try to deny they've grown to anticipate those fights, and those times when people have them working together against a bigger threat…FUUCK yes!

On that note, go read Karma. It's a part of a big compilation on FF but it's being posted as its own thing on AO3 and I LOVE this story!

Anyways, seriously, what is NOT to love about this ship?

So, let's go back into the past and discuss…

Gray Ghost:

This one is such a lovable mess. Because of a misunderstanding, she got into ghost-fighting for the sole purpose of kicking Phantom's ass for ruining her life. XD While her primary target is Phantom, she also fights other ghosts, and sometimes works WITH Phantom, who she doesn't know is Danny, to fight the other ghosts. Most notably is when she and Phantom were captured by Skulker and they had to fight to stay alive, and all while not letting their flour-sack baby get destroyed. XD

And then there's the moments where they are actually really nice to each other, and they put aside their differences, and those are just so, so good. But, oh, the pain about her dumping Danny to protect him because she thinks Phantom might go after Danny to get to her and also she keeps ditching their dates to go fight ghosts, it's just SO SAD but SO GOOD and they would be AWESOME as a couple.

Anyways, I really like them.

Teddy Ghost:

Dash is hot for Phantom. This is not fanon, this is canon, he wants to be with Phantom. He and Paulina both fawn over him like CRAZY and they're the ones that notice the most that if Danny is around, Phantom isn't far away. I think that if he were to figure out that Danny IS Phantom, he would not only apologize for all the "wailing on" he did, but also ask him out.

And Danny, well, he isn't going to deny it, Dash is a LOOKER. And if they were actually getting along, I think they could grow to be a good couple.

But, it's mostly Dash obsessing over Phantom unrequitedly.

Jailbait:

Warden. Prisoner. Prison. It's pretty cut and dry. Walker wants Danny, like, REALLY wants him, more than any other prisoner. Is it pride? Is he obsessed with the fact that he's a piece of the human world he can take into the Ghost Zone long-term without it being ruined? Is it just pure lust and sexual frustration from him escaping him so much? Either way, Walker uses other criminals and breaks a LOT of laws trying to track down Danny and it's pretty clear that, if he actually gets him, he's going to make him his prison-bitch.

Tyrannous Hope:

Is Danny actually the Ghost King? Was Pariah Dark actually defeated? Does he have true claim to the throne, or could Pariah Dark, when he breaks free again, come to take it back from Danny? A conflict of interest, a battle between Kings, they must either surrender, be defeated, or come to a peaceful compromise if neither can win. The compromise: Marriage.

This ship can be either weirdly-fluffy or so full of abuse and assault of all kinds and the range is fascinating.

Haunted Past:

If Dan can't have his OWN Danny, he may as well take the one that defeated him before. His heart beats the same, right? Whether out of obsession, attachment or pride, Dan claims Danny for his own or, (like in my fic "Powerless"), Dan breaks free and tries to fight someone stronger than him and Danny takes him in and what happens from there depends on how good or twisted Danny is.

Post-AGIT, I see him crawling into bed with Danny despite having his own body now and resting his head on his chest to hear his real, non-clone heart beat. As for the shipping part, I don't know enough about AGIT as a whole to say.

Broken Heart:

Phantom has been ripped out of Danny, he can no longer feel or hear his heartbeat, and the worst part is that it was done painfully and it was Danny's idea and he's still feeling the grief and rage that enveloped Danny before. So, he attacks his human half, and what happens from there is where things diverge.

The Grim Danny route: Phantom kills Danny by ripping out his still-beating heart and Danny, realizing that he didn't want to be a ghost, becomes a Grim Reaper and Phantom is both relieved to see him again and furious because he hates him but loves him but he feels so broken without him, I'msorryI'msorryI'msorryforkillingyou.

The Capture Route: After hurting Danny severely, Phantom takes him away near-death and uses ectoplasm to bring him back from the brink and threatens him into never leaving where he's kept, coming back after terrorizing people to hurt him in some way to punish him for trying to leave him. Post-TUE, Danny escapes and is found by Valerie, and feels a sense of loss about Phantom being gone.

The Enemies Route: Danny is severely hurt by Phantom, but he doesn't take his body because Vlad finds a weapon and shoots him and then calls for someone to get them, that Danny is seriously hurt. and they both need medical treatment. Danny then joins Valerie with fighting to protect the city from Phantom, so it's basically Dark Gray but with Danny as a bonus love-interest.

Bonus Round:

Quarantine Buddies:

Based on my in-progress fic "Tutor", where Near from the show Death Note is sent to Amity Park to investigate Danny when he's 14 during his post-Wammy training and he moves in with the Fentons as a transfer student from England and they become friends through the course of the story.

The DanNear stuff actually starts with the start of Covid19, when Near, who is horribly co-dependent and aware of Danny's true nature, calls for his immune friend to come and take care of him because his usual assist are all being quarantined. Danny agrees and as the world opens up, Danny gets Near to also open up and try new things, starting with wearing more colors, going outside more, coming with him on shopping trips instead of just staying home while Danny shops. Though he doesn't need a ghostly-buddy to care for him anymore, Danny is still here, and they gradually fell in love.

Also, Danny hates Christmas with a passion, but he will put with it for Near if Near will wear a Christmas sweater for him. Fair's fair.

And that's all of them! That I can think of right now, at least.

Also, I should note, I don't actually normally ship Phantom Punk (DannyxEmber), so I didn't include it on the list. I think I made the one fic I have with them as a request before, but I don't remember who requested it.

#ask zone stuff #long post

[hold-me-tight-big-boat]

i want to romance literally anyone other than sam at this point

#i mean i did last book but this is another level #pls she’s so BORING #literally let me date sofia or robin or jordan !!! #i would take any of them other than sam!!! #i love the twins but that’s the only appeal of being with sam #the nanny affair #choices #choices: stories you play #playchoices #pixelberry #tna #tna 2 #sam tna #jordan tna #sofia tna #choices: tna #choices: tna 2 #choices: the nanny affair #choices: the nanny affair 2 #the nanny affair 2

[cafeacademia]

The New Girl

Pietro Maximoff x Shy!Reader University AU

Summary: When you start late at Stark University you're immediately taken into one of the college’s most popular groups of friends after Rumlow makes you feel uncomfortable and a certain silver haired Maximoff catches your eye.

Warnings: Rumlow being a bit of an ass, flirting and fluff!

Word Count: Approx 1500

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A/N: Hi loves!! Here's the first part of the Stark University series!! This is a remastered version of the original that I wrote on my old blog, so while the bulk of this part is the same, there are some added parts to it that are completely new and that I hope flesh this out a little more. I hope you enjoy!!

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Walking towards the double doors, you held a not-so-useful map of the university, along with your new ID card the people at the front desk had given you. It was your first day at Stark University and to say that your nerves were running high was an understatement. It certainly didn’t help that you had no idea if you were even in the right place for your first class, you could only assume that this was the lecture hall you had been told to go to, which you thought you remembered it being called Howard Hall, but you saw no sign on the doors, nor plaques on the wall around it to indicate which hall it was.

And with one deep breath, you stepped through the double doors into a half filled hall, students climbing up the steps to get to the seats at the back, a wave of laughter floating across the hall as a group of older students chatted. You heaved a worried sigh, nervously looking up at the rows of students. You were two weeks late into the year having transferred to Stark University, which had a notoriously difficult entry test.

“You the new girl?” A voice caught your attention and a darker haired individual with a cocky smirk plastered on his lips leaned forwards on his desk, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth as he grinned at you, fingers tugging at the lapels of his leather jacket and you wondered if this guy hadn’t just walked straight out of the fifties in his greaser attire. “Come sit with us, pretty lady.” He patted the seat next to him, the crowd of boys turning to look at you and suddenly you felt heat creep up your neck and cheeks. You felt like prey to them and your stomach twisted uncomfortably at the way he had spoken to you.

As he waited for you to respond, a few of the boys now dramatically whispering about you while you stood in the middle of the hall, a hand came down to rest on your shoulder. “You don’t wanna sit with Rumlow, Prinţesă, they’ll only screw you over.” You looked up to see a group of four guys and two girls.

Steve Rogers, the head boy of the Avengers house and his best friends Bucky Barnes and Sam Wilson stood before you. You’d seen them around and on a poster for the next football game and they most certainly were a heart stopping trio. Your eye, however, was caught on the silver haired of the bunch, a soft smirk, warm and inviting posture, hands shoved in his jean pockets, blue eyes that were somehow so warm and you involuntarily smiled up at him.

“C’mon, come sit with our group.” Sam smiled down at you, a more welcoming lopsided smile on his lips and in comparison to Rumlow, Steve’s group seemed much friendlier and more appealing. You nodded, silently agreeing, still far too shy to say anything before you were patted gently on the back and guided over to their seats.

You sat down with people on either side of you, Bucky on your left who turned in his seat to introduce himself properly to you and a girl with long, auburn hair to your right, who was chatting in another language with the boy who’d made your heart stop.

“You’re the new girl in our house, aren’t you? Steve told us you were joining today. I’m Bucky.” He held his hand out to shake and you gently placed your hand in his, letting him shake yours. “Yes, I just transferred this morning.” You nodded. “It’s nice to meet you Bucky.” You smiled shyly as you pulled your hand away.

“I’m Wanda and that’s my twin brother Pietro.” Wanda smiled, catching your attention as you turned in your seat to see her better. “Nice to meet you, Prinţesă.” Pietro grinned at you. “I’m twelve minutes older.” Pietro went on, looking at his sister and your heart almost gave out at the sound of his accent, it was stronger than his sister’s but it sounded so good on him. Wanda playfully smacked her brother on the arm as she rolled her eyes. “What? It is the truth, no?” Pietro chuckled, winking at you and Wanda.

“Where are you from?” You blurted out, having not even introduced yourself or even uttered a word to them and both twins looked at you, smiling at your curiosity. “Sokovia.” They responded at the same time and the girl on the other side of Bucky, sandwiched between him and Steve scoffed. “They’re like the Shining twins.” She muttered, Bucky and Sam snorting at her remark. “That’s Natasha, she’s a real doll.” Bucky winked at you, Nat raising her brow before swatting his arm and shuffling in her seat to lean fully against Steve.

“Are they a thing?” You whispered to Wanda. “Nat and Steve?” She whispered back, watching you nod in response. “She denies it, but they’re so into each other.” She giggled, Pietro leaning over as he became curious of your conversation. “I wonder who else is into someone and yet they deny it, hm?” He asked, voice laced with challenging sarcasm, to which his sister fixed him with a warning stare. “I’m going to grab a drink, anyone want one?” Wanda asked, standing up from her seat, everyone in the group mumbling an answer before she shimmied out of the row of seats.

Pietro got up and dramatically flopped down into his sister’s seat beside you, leaving his blue track jacket in a heap in his own seat. He leaned his elbow on the arm rest, head propped up on his hand as he gave you a heart stopping dreamy smile, blue eyes looking into yours. “Are you going to tell us your name or am I going to have to keep calling you Prinţesă?” Pietro asked, Bucky sighing and rolling his eyes. “What did you just call me?” You asked quietly, a little shy. “Princess.” Pietro winked at you, seeing the way you reacted, slightly flustered and you went quiet for a moment, making him think you didn’t like it. “It’s Sokovian right?” You asked. “Can you tell me more?” You asked, inquisitively and Pietro grinned, nodding. “Only if you tell me your name, Prinţesă.” He winked, a soft chuckle on his lips. “Oh my god.” You heard one of the guys mutter from next to you, presumably at the way Pietro was flirting with you, but to be honest, you didn’t mind. It didn’t seem ingenuine and even if it was, he was so playful that maybe this was just Pietro.

Suddenly Pietro’s arm was yanked out from under him, head dropping and smacking against your shoulder, Wanda standing over him looking rather unimpressed, Sam and Bucky collapsing into laughter, a string of giggles leaving your lips as you helped Pietro sit back up straight again. Wanda hissed something at Pietro in Sokovian, Bucky’s eyes widening at her words and you realised he could understand them. “She said he’s an asshole for stealing her seat every time she leaves.” Bucky leaned into your side, translating for you, failing to mention the fact that Wanda had also scolded Pietro for immediately flirting with you. “And Piet just said- well you don’t want to know what he just said.” He chuckled, making you giggle.

The lecture finally started, the professor having been late to the session and the hall quietened, Rumlow’s group stirring up now and again with stupid remarks and general irritating school boy behaviour. The odd note was passed up and down the row between you and your new friends, mostly between Sam and Bucky, Wanda and Nat sharing their notes with you too.

The bell rang, signalling the end of the session and everyone immediately leapt up before the lecturer was even finished with his presentation. “So, Prinţesă.” You turned to see Pietro as you stepped out of the row of seats, the rest of the group heading down towards the lecture hall door. Reaching up to sweep his silver hair to one side, Pietro gave you a soft, lopsided grin, gesturing for you to go slightly ahead of him, though he walked almost beside you as you descended the stairs together.

“Want to finally tell me your name over coffee?” He asked, making you giggle softly. “I’d like that.” You nodded, glancing over your shoulder at him, sharing a soft smile. “Can’t wait, Prinţesă.” Pietro winked at you. And Pietro really couldn’t wait. He wanted to know who you were, who the girl was that seemed to completely melt his heart within only seconds of meeting her. And he wanted to know what you were really like, especially as you were so shy. You knew as you walked down the steps with him at your side, that your time at Stark University was definitely going to be more interesting and exciting than you had imagined it could be.

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Love To Love...

What will you do when the Devil takes interest in you? Do you accept his proposition? Do you run?

Fanfiction: Choices The Nanny Affair/The Royal Romance/The Heist of Monaco crossover

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Flashing gifs/ intimate scenes w/o nudity, sexual content

Word Count: 1,800 approximately

“We have all of the riches and entertainment anyone could want... We will lure him in... His business persona outweighs all else...”

Sam doesn’t want to offend Edison and accepts his generous hospitality within limits. He watches her attempt to seduce him through the glass, and makes his way into the Red Room... Okay, Sammie... Don’t fall into this trap... She doesn’t compare to my baby anyway... But I would never insult an ally... Just get through this and call your woman to meet you right after...

Much to their surprise, Sam doesn’t react to her suggestive behavior, letting him know that he can have his way... if he’d only say that is what he desired. “He’s in love ... He just may find his resistance to women... What else can we offer?” 

“How about world wide access in Biotechnology? Now, that, Sam won’t be able to refuse... The appeal of avenging his wronged heart by a certain someone from his past may lure him even faster... I’m sure he keeps secrets from that beauty he has on his arm... Oh, we will have him in our fold...” 

Edison watched on anticipating Sam’s submission, but he only admired the sex appeal, his desire only growing for Dahlia. He dares not interrupt her craft, but he won’t allow anything to transpire... He has a newfound determination to hold on to the only constant he has in his life other than his brother and parents. He knows that he will have to surrender the twins to Liam at any given time... This honeymoon, he will sow his own seed... It’s time to give birth to a new man... Dirty Dalton is his past... or so he believes...

~~~~~ Private Karaoke Lounge ~~~~~

Dahlia rushes to meet her husband, with currents of excitement raging throughout her entire being. She sees him waiting patiently, sipping on Goldschlager, which isn’t his usual choice, but this honeymoon is about venturing through new sides of himself with the love that has captured his entire being.

Dahlia enters the karaoke lounge, curious as to Sam’s odd behavior, but she chooses not to disturb the honeymoon magic with doubts and unwarranted questioning. She wouldn't be a hypocrite, especially since she’d kept the fact that she’d bailed Jay out of jail from him. She wouldn’t dare let anything ruin this peaceful vibe between them.

She watched him as he sat wide-legged, stroking her favorite part of his body. “Like what I’m wearing tonight?” He simply moans with a quick nod, studying her curvature with appreciation. “Spin for me… slowly…,” said as he made a twirling gesture with his finger. She obliges, making her way over to the songbook to pick her selection. “So… Was your meeting a good one?,” flipping through the pages just before peering over to see if his eyes were still trained on her.

“Well enough,” he says, adjusting himself for more comfort, “But business is NOT what's on my mind right now.” He’s now fully exposed and as erect as the Burj Khalifa. “You’re singing to me my gorgeous songbird, then you’re getting this… So, I’d pick quickly…” Music starts quickly, adding ambiance, as she presses a button on the stand without taking focus from his hand.

Her voice is an intoxicating blend with her sway, as she moves toward him… the lyrics to Marsha Ambrosius’ “With You” sweetly whispered from her lips. Working only her hips and thighs in a deep sway, “You said this was our private room with only us having coded access… So… Let’s play… Naughty… or nice?,” the ‘s’ drawn out as she lowers to lick along his neck, spinning teasing circles up to his chin… his lips… about to kiss him deeply just as he taps her with his hardness… 

“How about giving my other neck a few licks?,” smiling as she slowly lowers between his thighs and does just that… Taking it into her hand, running her tongue up one side of his length and down the other, giving his head a gentle kiss in between… soon closing her lips around him, covering him inch by inch, listening for that moment his breathing pauses… her cue to give it all she’s got, quickly arousing him to climax, sitting over his thighs, lifting her dress up her thighs as Sam drives himself up into her pantiless body… repeatedly until her moment of breathlessness, releasing his desire with a rush and heat rippling through her that is reciprocated instantly, coating him as she moans his name…

Bracing her hips, he stands bringing her legs around him, teasing her, kissing wildly over her neck, chin, lips… returning to her neck, sliding her from his length in a  drawn out fashion, knowing the feel of him is driving her insane as she coats his exit. As her ears reach his lips, he whispers, “I need you naked… NOW,” he groans, sliding the zipper completely down in one swift motion.

She’s in a teasing mood of her own, walking off after deep kissing him as she removes his tie, tying it around her left wrist, wrapping it quickly. As she stalks deeper into the far end of the room, causing them to leave a trail of discarded clothing, Sam fastly approaches… pinning her against the cold pillar. Shivering as her nipples harden further against the slick marble, feeling Sam spread her legs, she gasps as he enters her… stroking with a pace that has them both reaching a fast but sustained high until they hang together in the feel of pulsing against each other after falling off a deep cliff of release, cum running down them both…

Kissing the back of her neck, slowly moving down her spine and along her shoulder, he checks that she is okay… that his lack of control has not harmed her in any way. When she assures him that she is beyond okay right now, he withdraws, giving her a loud clap on her ass, “Good, let’s go… Get over here and ride it, because it’s not done yet.” Her excited purring tells him she’s not done either.

Laying back against the corner chaise lounger, positioned perfectly with his length sprawled for her straddle. She lays atop him, his dick nestled between her folds as she slides her wetness along its length. “Quit teasing, and give it to me,” he pleads. Playfully rolling her eyes, she stands to give him what he’s asked for. Opting to take him in her mouth again after sitting astride his waist, ass facing him for his squeezing, unable to fondle her breasts from this position. Backing towards his chest, she leans to lick their salty mix flavoring him, peaking his arousal… veins becoming prominent screaming of his need for her to sit on it. Bearing down on the ball of her foot for support, she lowers on to him, riding him slowly… lingering on the ridged effect his pulsing veins are giving before he winds rigidly into her, urging for a much needed increase in speed. Her shuddered orgasm slowly brings him closer to his own…

This time, she won’t let him have it so easily… She slows her rhythm, dragging out his need for her to give in. Wanting to hear his pleas, contracting her walls against him but refusing to move brings exactly that… Sam whimpered at his total loss of control and urgent need to cum within her, muttering as his begging became louder, his arousal building. Lifting off of him as her final tease, what he takes as her leaving him to finish himself off, forces him to sit up enough to grab her wrist, pulling her back to him, but this time he rolls her under him, tying her wrists together with the tie still around her wrist, moving them above her head. Finally able to give attention to her perky breasts momentarily, then reconnecting them and riding her hard and deep until both are groaning in a happy and satisfied completion.

He lowers to her belly, laying in her arms as both wipe away the sweat now cooling their bodies in the chill of the room. “After this nap, let’s go to dinner,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss against her flushed skin. “Showers and a change first, then anything you want, baby… Anything you-,” words cut by a long yawn, “Anything you want.” Soft breathing is the only sound heard as they both sleep peacefully.

This Monaco life was indeed giving them both a teenage energy and serious sexual drive. Soon, the excitement of the city would be engraved into their memory banks, as the next leg of the Edison Tour would soon be under way.

Now that Sam and Dahlia are now in sync, will their history allow them to survive the waves of love ??

{Honeymoon Crawl, Monaco...      The Heist of Monaco...}

Edison... The deed is done!

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[slipping-through-my-fingertips]

Thought You Liked Me Too

Part 1 of Not the One series.

Summary: Blaine is just starting at NYADA, spies Kurt Hummel, and promptly falls in love. One issue, Kurt is dating the lead singer of the acapella group Blaine wants to join. 

Notes: Partly inspired by Maisie Peters’ song “John Hughes Movie”

Read Part 2 here

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Blaine tells his friends that the first time he saw Kurt Hummel was at the club they frequent.

When they tease him about his little crush, it’s everything straight out of his daydreams. Dancing with Kurt in the middle of a dancefloor not caring who’s watching, foreheads pressed together breathing in each other’s air, and being able to lean in anytime he wants to kiss him.

Except none of those daydreams are true and none of those friends are really Blaine’s friends.

Sam made friends with a bunch of upperclassmen who had connections to get the pair of roommates fake IDs. Callbacks was a primarily NYADA scene so the NYU students wanted nothing to do with it. Blaine had spent the last weeks of summer hanging out with Sam’s NYU friends exploring the city by day and clubbing at The Lion’s Den at night.

He knew once he started school some of his weekend nights would be spent here and others at Callbacks. Hopefully, Blaine Anderson could make friends at NYADA as easily as Sam had at NYU.

It had only taken two days before Sam came back to their apartment talking Blaine’s ear off about a group of guys he spent orientation with, “seriously dude, Dante and I are like long-lost twins.”

Blaine thought the same thing about him and Sam.

“That’s great, Sam.”

“We’re going out tonight. They want me to meet the rest of the group.”

Blaine was still scrolling through his phone, checking his emails again to make sure he hadn’t missed anything from school. They sent out orientation day schedules when he and Sam went grocery shopping yesterday. Ever since Blaine’s been slightly on edge. Maybe he should update his email notification preferences?

“You have to come!” Sam exclaimed, jumping onto the couch. “Please, Blaine! You’re my best bud. I want you to meet them.”

“I don’t know Sam…they’re your classmates.”

“Come on! It’ll be fun.”

It never took much to cave to Sam. Not when he made his lips so pouty.

“Fine, when and where?”

“Yes!” Sam did an air fist bump. “9 at the Lion’s Den.”

Then, Sam disappeared into his bedroom.

“The Lion’s Den,” Blaine murmured. “Doesn’t sound threatening at all.”

Blaine came to learn that The Lion’s Den was always crowded. Even on weeknights. From trivia night to karaoke to wing specials, everyone had a reason to be here. Not to mention their cheap drinks. If you wanted a fun, inexpensive buzz this was the perfect place.

Their lenient ID policy helped too.

The story of his first Kurt Hummel sighting went something like this: Spinning around on his barstool, after ordering himself a vodka coke and getting a weird look from the bartender, to admire the decor. Dark blue walls with high ceilings. Metal lion heads at every corner. Plenty of multicolored lights dancing over the patrons.

That’s when he saw him.

Bright blue eyes in a sea of dancers. Pushing his way out of the center of the dance floor.

He tells their friends for weeks to come that it was Kurt’s silver shirt that caught his attention that night. Blaine hadn’t known anyone could pull off such a color. It appeared to be made of silk and doused in glitter with the way it shined under the colorful lights in the club.

But that’s all fiction. A story he created because he was laughably bad at hiding his feelings. It took four days after he spun this tale for Tina and Angie to ask questions over lunch. By this point, Blaine had already had his heart broken by Kurt but kept up pretenses for the girls.

What’s his name?

Who’s got you smiling like that?

Someone put a twinkle in your eyes.

Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.

Even when Blaine knew there was no hope, his heart held on. Kurt Hummel had left his mark on him from just one measly conversation. So, he lied and told them he had a crush on some guy he saw at the club. A guy he didn’t speak to and would never see again. A guy whose name would never leave his lips.

Tina called him a hopeless romantic. Angie insisted Blaine would see him again.

If only she had known how right she was. Kurt Hummel wasn’t just some guy he saw in passing. Kurt had actually been at the bar that night dressed in that exact shirt but it wasn’t the first time Blaine had seen him.

Actually, Kurt went to his school. Not that any of Sam’s friends knew that—they all attended NYU. Blaine’s pretty sure they’re just tolerating him tagging along to their hangouts because of Sam. With the exception of Tina and Angie. They were the only ones who sought Blaine out—asked him to lunch. But even their friendship wasn’t solid. They had just met a few weeks ago when Sam started orientation.

A bunch of freshmen all desperate for friends in the big city. Who knows if it would last ‘til Thanksgiving. Now that school had officially started for them, they would surely get busy and Blaine’s feelings would be lost in the hustle and bustle of student life. The girls would forget about him and if he was lucky, Blaine would forget about Kurt.

Except, the real first time Blaine saw him was at NYADA. It was actually on the first day of school, four days before he saw Kurt’s silver shirt amongst the dancers at The Lion’s Den. He was using his space between class times to tour the school, trying to figure out where the rest of his classes for the week would be. Kurt had found him in the hallway where he had been studying the bulletin board filled with organizations you could join.

From chess to anime to superheroes, Blaine couldn’t choose which interests of his to pick. The only thing he knew he wanted to be involved in was Glee Club. Of which, NYADA had a ton. Luckily, Blaine already had his interests in a glee club narrowed down.

All of the brightly colored flyers had tabs to pull so you had the information to contact them about joining. He pulled the tab for the Apple’s Adams; the only acapella glee club on campus. Blaine had just finished his three years as the lead singer for the Dalton Academy Warblers and was pretty sure he’d get invited to join the Apples.

That’s when Kurt approached him though Blaine didn’t know his name at the time.

“The Apples?” he asked.

Blaine looked down shyly at the green tab in his hand. He met the man’s eyes and nodded. “I love to sing.”

“Me too,” he said, “I’ll see you at auditions, break a leg.”

That was it. No hello, no introductions, just a ‘good luck’ and a promise of seeing the most handsome man Blaine had ever seen again. If Blaine was going to daydream about someone at least he knew Kurt and he already had something in common.

He couldn’t wait for auditions.

The second time he saw Kurt Hummel wasn’t at the club either. This time Blaine was getting coffee. Standing in line debating if he should get another cronut or should he just stick to a medium drip and be on his way. Then he heard this voice coming from a table behind him.

Since their encounter the day before, Blaine had been replaying that melody of “I’ll see you at auditions.” It was getting him through his first week of school.

Friday’s auditions couldn’t come soon enough. Though, in reality, Blaine needed all the time he could get rehearing his audition song. The Lion’s Den karaoke nights these last two weeks had kept his vocals strong but Blaine wanted everything to sound perfect. He had more than just the judges to impress.

He quickly looked over his shoulder and noticed a girl sitting across from that blue-eyed man.

“Come on,” she was saying, “that’s not the Kurt Hummel I know!”

That’s how he learned his name. It was fitting. Sounded like a name that could very well be up in lights someday. Blaine hoped he was there to see it when it happened.  

“Rach, it’s only the second day of classes please contain your crazy for another week at least.”

She huffed dramatically. “Kurt, you need to put yourself out there.”

The girl, Rach went on to talk about how she was auditioning for as many off-Broadway productions as she could this year. After all, “we’re almost graduates”. Kurt had scoffed at that remark, “we have another 2 years.”

It was obvious then Kurt was an upperclassman. A junior. Blaine had to stand out at auditions to even be a blip on his radar. He moved up in line, ordered his coffee, and mentally going through his closet for the perfect outfit. Surely tight pants and a bowtie were enough to get someone’s attention but what combination of patterns and colors would appeal to one Kurt Hummel?

When Blaine turned back around, coffee in hand, Kurt was already gone.

Okay, he thought, he already had some practice getting along with upperclassmen. Tina and Angie seemed to like him. Chad and Dante tolerated him—Blaine was cool because he liked college football. Bryant and Xavier were the toughest to crack. He wasn’t sure they’d ever really like him.

But Kurt went to NYADA. He liked to sing, obviously enjoyed glee club and theater. They had to have tons in common.

The third time Blaine saw Kurt was at auditions. He was sitting as one of the judges in the audience. This time dressed in a green army jacket and a tight black tank top underneath. Kurt had his feet up on the seat in front of him showing off his white Doc Martens.

In his wildest dreams, Blaine might’ve wished for Kurt to remember him, give him a teasing wink before he began to sing. Of course, nothing happened. Kurt barely looked his way at all when he walked onto the stage.

It was during the last few notes of Billy Joel’s “Just the Way You Are”, Blaine found out Kurt Hummel was taken. For a second, Blaine was glad the reason Kurt hadn’t given him a second look was that he was already in a relationship but in the next, he felt his heart sink to his stomach.

The man he had just seen Kurt kiss on the cheek was now talking to him. He was British. And taller than Blaine.

“I’m Adam,” he said, extending a hand, “we’ll let you know by Monday.”

Blaine can’t remember if he shook his hand before nodding and bolting out of the room.

Fuck fuck fuck.

There was no way he could stand to be in that group with Kurt and his lead singer, group founder, and British boyfriend.

That night Blaine had camped out on the living room couch, binge-watching the Star Wars movies knowing he had the day off tomorrow, and eating his heart out Sam found him covered in used tissues and Hershey kiss wrappers, with a half-eaten pint of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough in his lap.

“Bad audition?” Sam asked.

He didn’t answer. So naturally, he just sat next to Blaine on the couch.

“At least tell me you’re watching them in order.”

Blaine shook his head.

“Fuck dude, it’s worst than I thought if you don’t care about the order!”

Sam reached over his roommate to grab the remote control and paused the movie. Even though both boys had seen them over and over again, they insisted on pausing it for conversation.

“Talk to me,” Sam said.

When Blaine couldn’t make the words come out of his mouth, Sam pulled his roommate to his side in a half hug, half cuddle. That’s all it takes for Blaine to start crying, murmuring about his perfect guy being taken.

“I made it all up in my head, Sam,” Blaine whined.

All that’s heard from their apartment is sobbing and gentle condolences from Sam, who is still confused as to why he’s consoling Blaine at all.

He may have only known about Kurt’s existence for four days but Blaine had been dreaming about him for years. Blaine Anderson had their whole life planned after their first interaction. His middle name was “too much, too soon.” When the Andersons wanted something, they just knew. The depths of his soul knew Kurt was his perfect man.

The fourth time Blaine saw Kurt Hummel was at the club. That Saturday in September after auditions Sam pulled Blaine out of bed to meet up with their friends.

“You’re friends,” Blaine had said, head buried under a pillow.

“OUR friends,” Sam corrected. “Tina loves hanging out with you.”

Sam took the pillow off his face and forced Blaine to sit up by pulling on his arms.

“Because she’s got a crush,” he sighed.

“She knows you’re gay.”

“Gay and depressed,” Blaine told him before pulling the pillow back over his face.

Sam ripped the pillow off and tossed it onto the floor this time and sat Blaine up again.

“Let’s go, you gotta get out of this room. It’s been forever since you’ve seen the world!”

“I was at school yesterday.”

Sam ignored him. “I picked your outfit.”

He held up his choice. The mismatched patterns are enough to get Blaine up and out of bed.

Thank god Sam only wanted to model clothes and someone else would be choosing them.

The rest of the night had been going fine until Blaine caught sight of Kurt. At first, he was captivated by him. Did Kurt Hummel always look like he stepped out of a painting? For a second, Blaine could forget that he wasn’t allowed to want him.

Then, Blaine caught sight of who Kurt was pulling behind him. It all came back full force like someone slapping him across the face.

They were laughing together, probably drunk off each other. What he wouldn’t give to know what he was like to have a man like Kurt look at him like he was currently staring at Adam.

All his earlier feelings, everything Sam hoped he’d drink away, came flowing back. Blaine downed his vodka coke, paid his tab, and asked the bartender to call him a cab.

That was that.

Blaine walked home alone, texting Sam when he got back to their apartment so his roommate wouldn’t worry too much. Then, he locked himself in the bathroom and sunk to the floor.

If this was a movie, Blaine knows there would be heartbreak music playing as a camera zoomed in on his breakdown. It’s not Kurt’s fault that Blaine can’t help but picture a happy ending with every crush he has. They just had so much potential to be a great love story.

Now it was clear that was a story never to be written. If Kurt doesn’t want to be with Blaine then he’s just not the one.

#klaine #klaine fanfic #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #not the one #my fics

[writerwrites]

Yuánfèn | 02

Ch. 2: Retrouvailles: “An overwhelming feeling of happiness caused by seeing someone after a long separation.”

Summary: When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart?

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader Chapter Word Count: 3.3k Chapter Warnings: Smut - 18+ Only - Minors DNI, male masturbation, one night stand mentioned but not detailed, slow burn, grief, fluff

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The first week Steve took it slow, only texting you when you texted first or if he hadn’t heard from you at all. He’d taken your advice, balancing his time between preparing the team for another altercation with the Maximoff twins and finding out as much as he could about them. It was a welcome distraction from the lack of news on his hunt for the Winter Soldier. Natasha was the only one that seemed to notice that he would periodically glance at his watch or his phone and go quiet for a moment before getting back to work. When she finally cornered him, he felt like he should have seen it coming. Arms akimbo and eyebrow quirked, she called him out with no hesitation, “You’ve got a secret.” 

“Don’t we all?” Steve could immediately feel the regret in challenging her, busying himself with packing up his bag to head to his room and shower after a long morning of training. Nat didn’t hesitate to follow suit, tagging along with her own bag as she took long strides to keep up with him, even slipping into the elevator before he could. “How’s the search for the Maximoff twins going?”

Nat stood in front of the panel before he could select a floor. “Who have you been texting? Finally ask that SHIELD agent out, Sharon, or is the moping about a certain fossil?” She raised an eyebrow, her fingers tapping her arm impatiently.

Sighing, Steve reached behind her and hit the button. “Neither. I’ve just got a lot on my plate.” Before she could make another snarky comment, he asked. “Clint went home. Did you check in on him?” Though he didn’t use the tone of encouraging her to mind her own business, as he respected the effort she was putting in to build their friendship, he couldn’t help but hope she’d drop the subject.

“Yeah, I’ve checked in. Clint’s good, just like Doc said he’d be. Cho’s kind of a genius and it’s a relief to know that there’s someone that can piece us mere mortals back together when we’re out there saving the world with you.” Steve nodded as he listened, like a captain listening to a report on one of his troops, but his shoulders went ridged with her comment about Dr. Cho. She reminded him too much of Tony and not enough of Dr. Erskine. Luckily, it went unnoticed as she stepped out of the elevator with him and they walked toward their rooms.

There weren’t many memories in Steve’s life, even before the serum, where things simply went black. Taking a beating from his brainwashed best friend was one of them. Steve could picture the metal arm pulling back, the sting of pain as the bones in his face shattered over and over, and could even recall the conversation between swings, but he knew there were moments that were just blank from the concussion- especially after Bucky pulled him from the water. The fading image of him walking away, the ache of being put onto a stretcher, the gentle touch of small hands on his swollen face as the hum of medical machinery tried to pull him back to reality. It didn’t happen for days, but there were moments when he could still hear her talking to him or someone else in the room and always gave his hand three small squeezes before saying her goodbyes.

Steve had been in his head, remembering the music that woke him up and Sam waiting there for him. They’d stopped at Steve’s door, closest to the elevator, and Natasha pretended not to notice how quiet he’d been until she finally added, “Clint’s probably going to take another week before coming back to work, but we’re going out for drinks tonight. Are you thinking about coming with us this time? Might help you clear your head.”

“I’ll think about it.” It was a surprisingly genuine response. He didn’t need to get drunk to have a good time with friends and knew Sam could use the break from hunting a ghost and was itching to see Nat again. There was no doubt in Steve’s mind that if he said yes that Kristen from Statistics would be there and he wasn’t going to open that door, let alone walk through it.

“Aren’t you full of surprises today.” With a slight smirk she kept walking toward her room, calling back, “We’re heading out at eight. Take a nap old guy.”

By the time he was alone in the shower, the idea of going out with the team seemed all the more appealing. Regardless of Natasha still trying to set him up with random colleagues. He was lonely and reaching one of those breaking points of needing to find some comfort to balance out a minute sense of normalcy to his bizarre life, be it good conversation or bad sex. The water cascaded down his toned body and he brushed away the beads of dew and bubbles of soap that trailed down the lines of his muscles before reaching for himself. A part of him that was still very much stuck in the 1940’s hated this need, always feeling some level of shame in finding comfort in the palm of his hand. Typically, these moods resulted in an act of non-sexual frustration, a stress reliever that was easiest to address with his fist and a punching bag.

He told himself that he wasn’t the kind of person to think of someone in particular that way during the solitary act. When he did ‘indulge’, his thoughts had always trailed back to the singular heated kiss with Peggy Carter. But now, with one arm on the tiled wall and the other stroking his length, Steve took an uncommonly slow pace and his mind went to the little things that he’d thought about over and over throughout the week. Small warm hands on his skin, her hand in his. How small would her hands look wrapped around him? How soft would she feel? The smell of her hair and the way she clung to him in a simple hug. Did she know how warm she felt as she held on so tightly to him? Steve gripped himself more tightly, strokes still slow and steady, as he worked out the loneliness with a twist of his wrist. Thoughts passing from little moments and his own stolen glances. The sound of her little hums when she was thinking or satisfied with a solution she’d come up with, how she always bit her lip when she was in a room full of people. Then there was the way she held her breath every time she managed to make eye contact with him as his hands moved over the lace panties she'd passed him to pack. Was she always wearing something like that under her scrubs? Did she do this, think about him getting off to the thought of her in them? The thought of the doctor slipping her hand between her thighs while she wore nothing but lace, scrolling through their messages, and thinking of him finished the soldier off. A long deep groan of her name echoed in the bathroom as he made a mess of the shower wall and floor.

Steve was panting, exhausted but satisfied, as the water washed all evidence down the drain. Slowly, he started to realize what he’d done, but the familiar weight of guilt couldn’t settle in as he realized he wanted something other than a past he couldn’t have. As he dried off, Steve tried to rationalize the thought away, they’d had a nice moment between two colleagues and she was undeniably pretty. It was easy for his mind to drift there, he thought, to think about someone who was naturally beautiful and kind when they were so wholly unaware of it. As he got dressed, Steve put a pin in it, telling himself that even if there was a little spark, she needed a friend. That thought alone seemed to settle the decision to go out or not for him. He chose to drag Sam along for Nat’s sake and make the most of it all.

Sam and Nat were hitting it off well, making Steve wonder what was really going on between her and Clint. The pair of them together had been a force and, despite not feeling ready to date- especially someone as modern as Lilian-with-a-lip-piercing from Accounting, he found himself heading out with her for the night. She was chatty and outgoing, and he found some relief in her questions about his past or job. It stopped him from having to open up on a deeper level when that wasn’t what they were doing. What they were doing was rough and exhausting. She was vocal about what she wanted; hair pulled, ass spanked, fast thrusts, and a firm no kissing rule. He obliged, getting his pleasure from the sounds of her own and his name on her lips, but by the third round she was exhausted and he was left thinking about how he’d never made love to a woman.

Slipping out of Lilian’s place with less awkwardness than he’d expected, Steve checked his phone. He still hadn’t heard from you all day, and it was 2 am in New York, which meant a new morning for you in Spain. He wondered if he should’ve asked Sam for an update on Bucky at the bar, but hesitated to reach out and ask at this hour. Despite socializing and the workout he’d just had, he was too in his head to go to sleep. Spinning his keys around his finger he found himself riding his bike over to the small, quiet apartment with books and a hungry fish.

As if you knew he’d turned up in your space, he heard his text tone just as he was screwing the top back onto the fish food. “I know you said that if I needed anything, to just ask. Probably didn’t expect a text this early and I’m guessing you’re probably asleep… this is so dumb and a big ask, but…” Steve stared at the screen, eyebrows drawn together as he wondered if the smartphone had eaten a text or had some feature that shortened longer messages that he didn’t know how to open. He watched the typing bubbles pop up again and waited, taking a seat at one of the two bar stools at your kitchen counter, the other containing a pile of your neatly stacked mail from the week. “I know I didn’t think I’d get through the goodbyes alone, but I managed. Thanks for the encouragement. It's everything else that I realized I just can’t do alone. The packing… all the pictures. There’s so many memories and I can’t take everything back to my place in New York- my place is just too small.”

Steve clicked the ‘call’ icon and waited for you to pick up on the other end. He thought about his mother’s funeral and how Bucky had been there for him, told him he knew he could manage alone but didn’t have to. His stomach twisted with emotion and then the call went to voicemail.

You didn’t expect him to see your panicked messages until later in the morning. You sat there, runny nose and bleary eyed, staring at the name on your screen. Five minutes, just staring, no text response, no new call- and then he was back, a FaceTime call this time. Pulling your hood over your head so he couldn’t see how disheveled you were, wiping your face on your sleeve, you answered with your face hidden mostly between your knees where you rested your chin and the hood. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” The apology that excluded the ‘I’m sorry’ was still very obviously an apology.

“You didn’t.” You were unconvinced, his hair was a little mussed, clothes wrinkled. He could tell that it seemed like you hadn’t fully thought through what you were going to ask of him, so he offered up a different question.“What do you have left to do in Spain? We’ve managed to stay out of trouble over here, just for you.”

The soldier tried to study your expression, noticing the glimmer in your eyes that wasn’t just from the sunrise. “I have to pack up what I want to take home. I was thinking I could get a scanner and digitize the pictures, but I don’t know how long that will take.” You let out a puffed up sigh, “I don’t think I have the heart to sell the place, but I’m so bad at taking vacations that it seems like a waste to keep it.”

“Don’t sell it. If your gut is telling you to keep it, go with your gut. There are other options, AirBnB or renting it out.” You sniffled, burying your face further in your arms and legs, leaving Steve to stare at the view behind you. “I know I’m getting a sideways view here, but it looks really beautiful.”

That managed to squeeze a small smile out of you as you nodded and turned the phone toward the balcony to give yourself a moment to wipe away the tears and snot once more. “Yeah, under any other circumstances it would be a proverbial paradise. You probably need a vacation more than me.”

“You’re probably right.” Steve laughed softly, trying to coax you out of what looked like the tail end of a lot of crying. “Send me the location, I’m curious what’s around the place.”

With a long hum you sent him your location. “Not going to send Stark tech to stalk me, are you?”

“I’m sure if Tony wanted to keep tabs on you he was already doing it.” Steve clicked on the marker and looked around the place, its stone streets and little shops. “Doesn’t look like there’s any modern shops, as cute as all these little places are. Where are you going to find what you need to scan the pictures?”

“Oh, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Just using my phone’s camera, I guess.” You looked at him as you watched the colors reflect off his face, blues and greens that mirrored the same flecks of color in his eyes. He probably didn’t even realize how beautiful he could look just staring at a phone. You relaxed a little, having someone to talk to for the first time in a week and let out a quiet yawn. “Is 8 am too early for a nap?”

Steve laughed and your face ached as you nearly smiled again. He bit his bottom lip, tempted to tell you that it was nice to see you smiling when he knew your heart was hurting, but he could already hear how cheesy it sounded and instead, chose banter. “Is 2 am too early to still be awake?”

“Go to bed. You know the second that you all even think you know where the twins are you’ll be on a Quinjet to find them. You can’t be pulling all nighters, even if you’re a super soldier. Doctor’s orders.” You added with a small smirk.

“Even if I headed back to the Tower this very minute, I bet I’d still beat Nat back. I think she left the bar with my friend, Sam.”

You knew Sam, just a little from one brief patch up. He had the same charm Steve had, clever and driven. “Nat and Sam? Good for her. He seems like a great guy and he could keep her on her toes.” With his phone so close to his face you couldn’t help but wonder, “Wait, it’s too quiet for you to be at a bar. Steven Grant Rogers, are you FaceTiming me from the bathroom of an O.N.S.?”

A part of you wanted to laugh, the thought of Steve just sleeping with some random person from a bar. Another part of you, the one that had a hint of a crush on the sweet guy who helped you when you were desperately in need of a friend, felt a pang of jealousy. “I’m not sure what an O.N.S. is, but I’m actually at yours feeding your nameless fish and named plants. You really got to figure out a name for him before I do.”

Somehow, a smile found your face, this big hero wanting to name a fish and zipping over to your place to feed him at 2 am. “If you’re too tired to head back to the tower, you can crash at my place. It’s late, you look like you could fall asleep at any moment. The bed’s clean, towels are in the bathroom cabinet, and coffee and it’s fixings are right over the pot. I’m not fancy enough for a Keurig, sorry.”

You watched him stop scrolling, his eyes meeting yours as you rambled. He didn’t look tired, he looked disheveled but perfect, as always, but it was cute to see him try to flatten out his hair nevertheless. “You forgot about the books.”

“I thought that was a given.” You stuck your tongue out before yawning one more time. “I’m serious though, best to stay off the road if you’re tired. Besides, the bills are paid even though no one’s there to use anything. I’ll probably be gone another week.”

Steve sighed, not in some defeatist way of you being right but, to your surprise at the mention of how much longer you would be gone, “One more week…”

“Feels like I’ve been gone for months.” You looked away, eyes stinging as the weight of your reality settled on your shoulders again. There was no one left in this world to actually miss you. The truth was that despite being in this beautiful place, you couldn’t help but feel all the more hollow and alone in it. If it wasn’t for the little check ins you would’ve never managed to drag yourself through the house, to the lawyers, or out to the shops to eat. “I’m not texting you too much am I?”

“Not at all.” He replied quickly, then worried it might have been too fast. He could tell you were off somewhere else, wondering if you heard him or if it even mattered. The way you clung to him just a few feet away from where he currently sat, a tight hug now in the forefront of his mind. Before he knew what he was saying, the thought spilled out. “I wish I could give you another hug. I know it’s not easy to do this alone.”

The confession choked you up, sniffling you nodded, “I wish you were here to give me a hug too. A1 hug game, big guy.” Despite the tacked on joke, tears silently spilled from your cheeks and you were eager to get off the phone so he didn’t have to hear the incoming wave of heavy breathless weeping. “Get some sleep, Steve. I’ll keep texting signs of life.”

He nodded, eyebrows knit together with concern and curiosity, “We’ll catch up soon, darling. Goodnight.”

Steve took you up on the offer, showering and climbing into your bed somewhere around 3 am with one of the other books that had been stacked on your bedside table. He hardly comprehended a single word, replaying the conversation as he drifted into a heavy sleep, overwhelmed by the sense of happiness in just seeing your face through a screen as he was surrounded by the comforting scent of you. For the first time since seeing Bucky, he didn’t dream of his best friend falling off the train or the dance he never had.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I would love feedback from you. Do you think these two miss each other? Are they crushing or just some horny adults? We shall see, we shall see!

Also, if it wasn’t obvious: In this house we stan bisexual Cap and ship Sam x Nat over Bruce x Nat.

As my followers know I have an obscenely demanding job, but I always try my best to keep you posted on if there will be a delay in a chapter posting. This series should be posting every Sunday until it finishes. Also, while I do keep Reader vague, I’m a Latina writer and I write fics I want to read.

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[terrific-togekiss]

Okay, so when I first saw Danny Phantom, I came up with the idea of friends for Dani Phantom.

Not only because the poor girl could really use some other friends than Valerie and Danny, but it struck me as an eventual thing to happen to her.

As she travels the world and forges more about her identity, she's bound to open up more and meet new people.

In addition, I was surprised this isn't more of a trope in the Phandom. Like, is this really that hard? Dani's treatment by the Phandom is very... hit or miss in my opinion.

Mostly because fans are more interested in having her stay an extension of Danny. Seriously, what's the appeal of her being Danny's daughter? He's a fourteen year old, with hormone induced morals: end of story.

Rant out of the way, I present to you...

Kalvin Williams and Caitlin Suzuki.

How did she meet them? Let's get into that.

Shortly after the events of "D-Stabilized", Dani is off exploring the earth like in canon.

She's already seen and visited a handful of places such as New York and Arizona. Keeping to Western countries for now, as that's both in her comfort zone and if she needs to call Danny for help or not. Not too proud on the latter, as while she does appreciate Danny, he's a reminder of what she's not. Keeps that last point to herself by the way.

And she tries to avoid danger, unless necessary or if she's bored and wants a challenge. Not only for her own safety, but because she knows of how the world feels about ghosts and ghost hunters.

What surprises her, is when she comes across a small town that is preparing a celebration of the dead, as opposed to the opposite.

Young Dani Phantom is a small town in Mexico, preparing for the Día De Los Muertos holiday in a few weeks.

Fascinated by humans that honor dead people, than hunt them, she decides to stay.

She even possesses a hotel manager to get a free room, out of childlike wonder for this event. Some of you may find that too harsh, but she is Vlad's adopted daughter, whether she admits to that or not. She would inherit some traits of his.

This is where Kalvin Elijah Pablo Adan Martín-Williams comes in. Don't worry, he only goes by Kalvin.

While enjoying the festivities, Dani notices him performing a couple of magic tricks for younger kids. The Afro-Latino teen seems completely human, except for the fact Dani's ghost sense gave off the closer she was to him.

Wanting to observe him further and hopefully not escalate things, she introduces herself and tries to get to know him.

Kalvin is, rather fun to say the least, in Dani's eyes. He's very hyperactive and smart intellectually, but surprisingly would rather stick out than just be like everyone else. With a penchant (and perhaps love) for the supernatural and magic, that Dani assumes is ghost powers and he's just pretending to be human.

Nope. He just enjoys what he does and mostly for personal gain, or to prove he's better than others.

Dani doesn't realize this herself and assumes that his friendly and outgoing persona, was because he knew she was a ghost as well. The moment she transforms, well as you'd expect the opposite happens.

He doesn't stop fanboying and keeps calling her "La Llonora's lost child", much to Dani's confusion. Before she can explain herself and ask why he's not transforming, a ghost shows up.

This ghost, dressed in a luchador mask and changes into a wispy body, starting to wreck havoc and steal gold. The ghost is called El Infierno, as stated by Kalvin. Dani intervenes, but struggles to find a way to stop the ghost as she lacks a thermos of her own. Only to listen to Kalvin's advice and goad El Infierno into a wrestle match. If they win, he leaves. If they lose, he stays.

They're victorious the moment Dani possesses Kalvin and he's a man of his word, that leaves to the Ghost Zone. Thus a close friendship is born, as the two of them enjoy the festivities and use their combined skills to entertain people more and make money, that Dani plans to use to travel more.

Kalvin is only visiting Mexico with his parents for Day of the Dead and promises that if she's in the neighborhood, the two of them can hang out more. He develops a crush on her, with Dani being oblivious to it out of her own insecurities.

Kalvin's crush on her mostly comes from how cool she seems to him and how she's not afraid to voice how she feels. And looks very pretty.

How does Kalvin have magic powers? That remains unknown except for an offhanded comment about a dead twin... ;)

Moving on, Dani finds herself at an airport in Ireland, that's going to leave in the next 6 hours.

While looking around for something to pass the time, Dani notices a small ghost cat wave at her before phasing through a wall. Assuming the ghost cat is up to no good, she follows after it, ending up in the middle of an airport mall.

While there she notices a tall redhead girl shopping for dresses that proceeds to pet the ghost cat and lightly scold her for rushing off. This confuses Dani and while she's staring, she fails to notice said girl noticed her. This is Caitlin O'Conner Suzuki and her pet ghost cat Neko.

Caitlin is at the airport with her family, about to visit relatives in Tokyo. She left on her own to go for a bit of shopping and insists that she takes Dani to "expand" her wardrobe. Dani is in very little position to object and plays along. The two of them get along and the Japanese-Irish teen acts like the cool older sister Dani never had, but always wanted. Introducing her to latest fashion trends, getting her a phone and taking time to get to know her. Even if there's many holes in Dani's stories.

Too bad she may or may not collect ghosts for her own gain.

Eventually, the airport is running amuck with ghosts and Dani insists Caitlin gets to cover.

As she fights them off, Caitlin shows up with a ghost hunting gadget of her own: The Ecto Shine.

A katana with more of a focus on weakening ghosts, until they are safe to capture or beat until they can't fight back.

The two of them save the airport and the ever girly Caitlin insists on Dani coming with her. She agrees and tags along of course.

So yeah, these are my Danny Phantom OCs. I wanted them to be to Dani, what Sam and Tucker are to Danny. And be reverse versions of them to an extent.

Kalvin is more of a chemist that loves magic tricks with a bit of a superiority complex, in contrast to how Tucker has a bit of an inferiority complex with a love for technology.

Sam is "not like other girls" and looks down on other girls for being girly, while Caitlin is generally accepting of others with an unashamedly girly side to her. Though she can be a tad immature, she's not dumb by any means.

I'll most likely write little snippets of the three of them hanging out and I'd love to hear what you guys think of them.

#danny phantom #dp #dani phantom #dani fenton #dani x oc #dani phantom x oc #oc tag #my ocs #oc tag: kalvin williams #oc tag: caitlin suzuki #sam manson #tucker foley #long post #terrific togekiss

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Alec and his Cinderella

Word Count: 4,406 Alec x reader Part Four Warnings: Alec is aged up. Fluff, Jealousy

“How’d the date go?” Demetri asked once Alec got back “It went well. Managed to eat a steak and fries although I do need to deal with it real quick” Alec said walking into the bathroom “The things you do for love” Demetri said smiling “I much preferred the movie part of our date, watching a romantic comedy whilst holding her soft warm hand…” Alec trailed off as he thought about her “Glad you had fun kid” “Demetri, I think Jake’s broke the treaty. I mean Y/N knows that Ness and I aren’t related and she didn’t seem shocked or surprised the first time I held her hand on the ice-rink, almost as if she expected my hand to be cold” “How much do you think Jake has told her? It could be a problem Alec” Demetri replied sounding a little concerned. “How can I find out without breaking the treaty myself or our own laws?” “Ask her to elaborate on what she has already told you; ask her what Jake has actually told her. If any of what she knows isn’t quite correct, tell her the truth…fill in the gaps but make sure you tell her how important it is that she keeps our secret Alec. I really don’t want to have to come back and deal with the problem, not when it involves your mate” “I know Demetri and thank you. You’ve been really supportive the past few weeks” “Anytime, we’re family after all” Demetri replied.

The following day Alec went to the reservation to see Y/N. “Hi Y/N how are you?” “I’m ok you?” She replied “I’m ok too. I was hoping we could talk…about what Jake may or may not have told you” “I wondered when you were going to ask me about that stuff Alec” She sat down on the grass and patted the space next her; Alec sat beside her and waited for her to talk “Jake told me Ness and you weren’t twins; that you’re pretending because Ness wanted to go to High School and didn’t want her family to go with her but that you had offered and agreed to be twins” She began “Why would he tell you that?” Alec asked “Ness only wants to be friends with him, nothing more as you are probably aware and well he was getting jealous of the time you two were spending together and when I mentioned that as twins you probably have a close bond and enjoy hanging out together he started laughing. That’s when he explained that you two weren’t related and that you were…erm…” “I was what Y/N?” “Well…er...Jake said you were…a vampire and that you were part of the Volturi. Not that he explained what that was” She answered him “He said that I wasn’t supposed to know so I had to keep it a secret otherwise…you’d kill me. Once Demetri arrived and Jake saw how close he and Ness were getting…that didn’t go down well either and after Sam introduced us, well he kinda lost it. He started telling me that you and your ‘family’ were no good, dangerous and that you survive on…humans”

Y/N was no longer looking at Alec so she missed the anger that flashed through his eyes; he lifted her head and turned it so she was looking at him “You are my mate Y/N and I have waited many many centuries to meet you, to be with you. I would never harm you, I-I couldn’t…because harming you would be like harming myself. Vampires only get one mate and if we lose them then we remain heartbroken and alone for eternity. You are and always will be safe with me and my family. I promise” He said hoping she believed him, trusted him “I-I believe you…but I’m human Alec…I’m not supposed to know…about you and your world” “Y/N that’s true but as my mate you are allowed to know as long as you promise to keep our secret. My ‘family’ rule the vampire world and I am one the four elite guards; the others being Demetri, Felix and my actual twin sister Jane. If you tell anyone about my world you put not only yourself at risk but us too” “I promise to keep your secret Alec, always” She kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arms around her holding her close.

Alec bought Y/N a silver heart shaped pendant with a small ruby in the centre for Christmas “Do you think she’ll like it?” He asked showing it to Demetri “She’ll love it because it’s from you” He answered smiling. Y/N came over Christmas morning and exchanged presents with Alec, Demetri and the Cullens. “Happy Christmas Cinderella” Demetri greeted her smiling “Happy Christmas Demetri, are you ever going to call me Y/N?” She greeted back “Nope. You will always be Cinderella to me cara” He smiled handing her a small gift “This is for you” Y/N opened the gift to find it was a silver and pink shoe key chain, she chuckled “Thank you Demetri, I love it” Alec gave her his gift next and she became teary “Oh Alec it’s beautiful, thank you so much” She pressed her warm lips against his cold ones. Y/N handed Alec his gift which was a first edition copy of Alice in Wonderland as she knew it was his favourite Disney movie “Thank you so much” He kissed her lips.

Alec bought Ness a silver ‘sister’ necklace and Ness bought him a ‘brother’ one in return “Aww…that’s so cute, they co-ordinated” Emmett said laughing. Demetri gave Ness a pair of brown Jimmy Choo boots with a beige fur trim “I saw you looking at them through the window when we shopping the other week” “They’re great. Thank you Demi” Ness smiled and gave him a hug “You’re welcome little one” He hugged her back “They’re really expensive boots” Y/N whispered to Alec who just smiled and nodded “Here Dem, open mine” Ness said smiling; she had gotten him a pair black leather gloves and a copy of The Orient Express “I remember you saying Felix borrowed your copy and that it got ruined during a prank war between him and Afton” Thank you Ness, that’s very thoughtful of you” He gave her a hug. Esme opened her gift from Alec and it was a silver photo frame with the word ‘Mom’ on it “Thank you Alec” Esme said getting a little emotional as she pulled him into a hug. Esme had bought Alec a new jacket and a leather band with the Cullen crest, that matched Emmett, Jasper and Edwards “Thanks mom” He said hugging her back.

After watching a Christmas movie together Y/N went home to spend the day with her family and the Cullens, Demetri and Ness went on a hunting trip together.

Demetri returned to Volterra alone, Alec staying in Forks and seeing out the school year and using the time to get to know Y/N better. Demetri was back in the castle a week before he started to miss the calm environment that was the Cullen house; at least it was calm as long as Jake wasn’t around. “What you thinking about?” Jane asked curiously as they sat together in the quiet atmosphere of her room “I’m just thinking how I kinda miss the calm environment of the Cullen house” Jane raised an eyebrow at him “I mean there’s no Afton around being a dick all the time and no incompetent secretary to get rid of when the Aro gets fed up of her” He continued “When you put it like that, I can see the appeal…kind of” She replied. “How’s Alec getting on?” She asked “Good, he and Ness get on well; they’re pretending they’re twins and are quite convincing…” “Hmm” Jane huffed “Don’t worry Jane, he misses you a lot but he cares for her too. Your brother has met his mate and after I helped track Cinderella down they are now getting to know one other” “So that’s why you went Forks after he called you?” “Yes and be nice if / when he brings her here, Cinderella is a lovely girl” He continued “I will as long as she makes him happy. I still can’t believe you call her Cinderella and not by her name” Jane replied “It’s more fun this way and she likes it” He chuckled.

Alec found time flies when you’re having fun and going on dates, so much so that summer break had arrived and Alec was preparing to go back to the castle for a visit; Y/N was sitting on his bed reading “Y/N would you like to come back with me to Volterra and see the castle that I live in and meet my sister Jane. Aro, Caius and Marcus have given their blessing for the visit and have promised you can leave with me, still human at the end of our two week stay, although the invitation is there to stay a whole month, if you want?” He asked hope shining his golden eyes. “I’d love to! I’ve always wanted to visit Italy. I’m also excited to meet Jane as you’ve told me so much about her. It’ll also be nice to see Demetri again” Y/N said smiling and Alec wrapped his arms around her holding her close “Thank you my love. Although you need to know that Aro has asked we return together next summer following our graduation as he would like to set a timeline in place for you to be turned” “You mean…you want me…you want to spend forever with me?” Y/N asked low “Of course I do my love, you are everything to me now and I couldn’t imagine living a day without you in my life, without you by my side” Y/N felt tears building behind her eyes “Oh Alec. I love you so much” She hugged him closer “I’d love to spend forever with you” She whispered in his ear “I love you too and I’m looking forward to spending forever with you too, my love”

Alec asked if he could take Ness to Volterra too as he knew that she wanted to go to Volterra to see the castle that he and Demetri had spoken so fondly of and to see the tracker himself. She also wanted to meet Jane whilst she was there as she was Alec’s actual twin sister and Alec had told her so much about Jane and their lives. Edward and Bella agreed as it would put some distance between her and Jake and that she would be safe with Alec and Demetri. “The kings won’t hurt her either, in fact they’re excited to see her again and to see how she’s turned out” Alec told them.

Alec, Y/N and Ness arrive in the throne room “Ah Alec my dear boy, I’m so glad to see you after all this time and you have bought your beautiful mate with you” Y/N blushed at Aro’s comment. “Yes master, I wanted to show Y/N my home and introduce her to my family, her new family” “Yes of course, especially after our dear Demetri helped you find your Cinderella” Aro added “Yes and I’m grateful for his help” Alec responded. “It is very nice to meet you Y/N. Welcome to our home and we hope you enjoy your stay with us” Caius says standing from this throne “I would like to learn more about your ability to ‘hide’ from the world’s best tracker” He said smiling at her “Ahh… yes of course. Our little Y/N is gifted and I am so looking forward to seeing that gift develop once you are immortal” Aro added smiling “Thank you for letting me stay in the castle, it really is an honour” Y/N replied smiling at the three kings “I like her already and their bond is very strong too” Marcus smiled.

Aro was very pleased to hear Ness wanted to visit his home and welcomed her with open arms. He was curious to see how she had turned out now she was all grown up and wanted to see if she ever thought about joining their family. He asked Ness if he could see some of her memories from the last several years and she happily obliged. Aro saw many memories including the one when she told Jake that she would only ever see him as friend, nothing more. Aro also found that Ness had thought about what life would like at the castle with her new friends but hadn’t decided on a long term stay, just a visit for now. This pleased him somewhat, as it meant there was hope for the future.

Alec, Y/N and Ness bid the kings a good day and left the throne room and started to make their way to Alec’s room when they saw Demetri walking towards them “Demetri” Ness called out smiling and ran and jumped into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist “Hello Ness. Missed me?” He chuckled “Yes actually. Have you missed me?” She replied “Maybe… just a little” He winked at her playfully; she smiled at him “I’ve come to stay for two weeks along with Alec and Y/N” She says pointing over her shoulder; Alec and Y/N wave at him “I was hoping to get a tour of the castle whilst I’m here” She said still smiling “Oh, I’m sure I can show you around” He replied “I’d like to meet Jane too whilst I’m here” “I think I’ll leave that one to Alec” He replied and put Ness down so she was now standing beside him and watched as Jane approached Alec and Y/N; first introductions seemed to go well.

Alec left Y/N and Ness with Jane in her room to get to know one another whilst he caught up with Demetri and Felix; he hoped having Ness around would help Y/N feel more comfortable around Jane. A few hours later the he and Demetri went to Jane’s room to find the three girls curled up on Jane’s bed asleep; well Jane wasn’t asleep but her eyes were closed and Ness’ hand was on her cheek which meant she was sharing her dreams with Jane and she felt truly at ease for the first time in centuries. “My three favourite girls in all the world together under one roof, who would have thought it?” Alec mused to himself quietly “You’re very welcome Alec” Demetri replied low and Alec smiled at him “Yes, thank you Demetri. I am truly grateful for your help in finding Y/N. I don’t know how I can ever repay you” “I was happy to help. Just…look after her. She was difficult enough to find the first time” He chuckled low.

Alec walked over to the bed and leant down to place a kiss to Y/N’s hair “Goodnight my love, sweet dreams” He whispered low to her “I love you Alec” She whispered barely audible “I love you too” Alec took Y/N back to his room for the night and promised Jane he would catch up with her tomorrow.

“Demetri where is Ness staying during her visit?” Jane asked “According to Alec, my room. He didn’t want her staying in one of the guest rooms just in case” He answered “Oh ok” Jane’s voice held an emotion that Demetri rarely heard from her “She can stay with you tonight, if you’d like” He said low “You can stay too Dem, I’d like the company” He nodded, removed his shoes and jacket and climbed on the bed careful to not wake Ness “She’s showing you her dreams right?” “Yes, how did you…” “I recognise the look on your face and Ness showed me her dreams a few times whilst I was in Forks” He replied “She’s so…so…” “Fascinating” He finished for her “Yes Dem she is” Jane smiled at him.

The following morning Alec was preparing Y/N to meet Felix “He’s really tall and looks intimidating but he’s a real softy. Just don’t tell him I said so, he has a rep to maintain” Y/N nodded. Alec and Y/N entered the garden to find Jane and Felix sitting in front of the fountain “Ahh Cinderella and her prince have arrived” Felix greeted teasingly bowing his head at them “Has Demetri told everyone how we met?” “Yes my love” Alec replied kissing her temple “So has Alec showed you his gift yet little human?” Felix asked “No but he has told me about it and Jane’s. I must admit I’m curious to see them in action” Jane smiles and wastes no time turning to Felix and says “Pain” He double overs and falls to the floor a look of pain clearly showing on his face “Wow! That’s amazing and terrifying at the same time” Y/N says and Jane smiles at her breaking her connection to Felix. Next Y/N notices a grey mist leave Alec’s fingers and make its way towards Felix “Really Alec blinding me? After what your sister just did…not cool” Felix says rather loudly “Why’s he so loud all of a sudden?” Y/N asked “I’ve taken away his eyesight and his hearing” Alec replied “So cool” Y/N replied “Hey guys are you still here? I can’t hear anything” Felix shouts.

“Ahh showing off your gift Alec” Demetri says as he and Ness walk over to join the group “Yep Y/N wanted to see mine and Jane’s gifts so Felix is the Guinea Pig” Alec replies “Y/N thought my gift was amazing and terrifying” Jane adds smiling “Any excuse really to ‘torture’ Felix” They all nod and the Alec retracts the mist and Felix’s sight and hearing return “Well hello little hybrid, how you doing?” Felix winks at her playfully “Is he being serious? I can’t tell” Ness asks looking Demetri “Possibly so” He replies “I’m not interested” Ness replies looking at Felix; the others trying not to laugh “That’s a bit harsh I was only asking how you are” “I’m well thank you. You?” Ness replied “I’m well too. Sooo I hear you’re on the market…for a mate” Felix smiles, winking at her again “I’m single…” He adds “No kidding” Ness replies and moves closer to Demetri “Don’t worry Ness. You’re safe with me, Dem and Alec” Jane says smiling at her “I’m not going to hurt her Jane. I was just letting her know I’m available…and I can show her a good time” He winks at Ness again “Felix behave” Demetri warns “She isn’t here for your amusement” Ness slips her hand into Demetri’s “Alright D, I was only joking with little hybrid” Felix replies holding his hands up in mock surrender.

Later that night Alec takes Y/N on a tour of the city showing her the sights that Volterra had to offer “It’s a quiet city Y/N with a few shops, cafes and restaurants but it’s only a 30 minute drive from Tuscany where there’s a huge shopping mall” “Sounds nice Alec. I take it you don’t hunt in such a small city?” Y/N asked quietly “It’s forbidden to hunt in Volterra. Heidi arranges ‘tours’ which mainly consist of people that wouldn’t be missed. If we are away on missions then we hunt the old fashioned way” Alec replied “Good to know what I’m in for” She said quietly as they made their way back to the castle.

“Alec. Alec you in here?” Jane calls out trying to find her brother; she then makes her way to Demetri’s room “Hi Dem have you seen Alec?” “Not since this afternoon. I can tell you where he is, if you’d like?” He offered “Yes please” She replies “Alec is currently outside walking around the city and I’m guessing Y/N is with him” Demetri tells her “Hmm! Stupid little human. He’s my brother” Jane growled and huffed as she sat down on the armchair “Would you like to watch a movie with Dem and I?” Ness asked “As long as three isn’t a crowd, wouldn’t want to be in the way” Jane’s voice had a sadness about it, maybe even a hint of bitterness “You won’t be in the way Jane” Demetri reassured her “Thank you, I’d like the company” Once Ness fell asleep Demetri picked her up and put in his bed “Goodnight little one” He smiled looking at down at her.

“You get on well with her don’t you?” Jane asked curious “Yes I do, how can you not? She’s so easy to get along with, not to mention she’s a caring person. I mean she really does care for your brother, why do you think she came here with him? She wanted to meet you, his ‘other’ sister” Demetri replied “You’re right she is easy to get along with and yes she cares for Alec but you’re wrong about her reason for coming to visit” Demetri looked her, an eyebrow raised “Oh come on Dem, how have you not noticed? She likes you” “I know Jane, I like her too. We’re friends” “No Dem you misunderstand me, she likes you. It’s so obvious” Demetri looks over to Ness asleep in his bed, a small smile on his face and turned back to Jane “She sought your protection from Felix earlier when he tried flirting with her / hitting on her. And don’t think I didn’t see the way she greeted you when she arrived” Jane winked at him “Also she stays close to you, she feels safe with you. And if you’re honest with yourself, I think you like her too” Demetri had to admit he had become rather fond of Ness, but never thought too much into it “Oh and by the way…she dreamed of you last night, being here in the castle with you” Jane smiled at him ‘Having Ness around on a more permanent basis wouldn’t be a bad thing’ he thought to himself thinking how he had missed her the past few months.

“Anyway enough about Ness and I. What’s going on with you, Alec and Y/N?” “Alec is leaving me out, choosing her over me. I’m his sister, I’ve been with him for centuries and now…it’s like I don’t exist” She replied, venom coating her eyes; Demetri got up and sat beside her wrapping his arm around her “Don’t think like that. Alec loves you…it’s just he’s met his mate and loves her too; he is able to love you both. There’s no need to be jealous of Y/N” Demetri said low “Jealous?-Ha. I’m not jealous” She responds and he gives her a pointed look “Ok, maybe I’m a little jealous. I haven’t seen him in a year, would it kill him to spend some time with me. I mean he’s probably seen her every day since you found her” She replied “I’m sorry sister, I didn’t realise I’d made you feel that way. I’ve missed you truly” Alec said entering the room “Where’s the human?” Jane asked “Y/N is sleeping in my room. If you’re free we can catch up whilst she sleeps?” He asks holding out his hand to her “I’d like that” Jane says placing her hand in Alec’s. They spend the night talking and catching up “For what is it worth brother, I like Y/N. I’ll help you ensure she stays safe during her stay” “Thank you sister. That means a lot” He replied and wrapped his arms around her giving her a long overdue hug “Although I’m not sure about your golden eyes brother” She whispered.

The following morning Alec, Y/N and Jane made their way to Demetri’s room to find him and Ness watching a movie “Only us” Jane called out as they entered his room “Morning all” Demetri greeted them cheerfully “I’m curious about something…about Y/N actually” Jane said looking at Demetri “Ok, what’s up?” “Well, you said you struggled to find her. You could track her to a location but couldn’t actually pin point her exact location as you normally do…and I was curious why?” She continued “Me too Jane. I mean I tracked her to Port Angeles but every time I thought I found her…she’d disappear” Demetri replied “Y/N having no scent didn’t help either” Ness added “So she’s like a shield?” Alec asked “I think so, but it works differently to Bella’s. I think Cinderella’s gift is more of an evasive gift…” “What does that mean?” Y/N asked cutting him off “It means if you don’t want to be found, you won’t be…not even by me and I’m the world’s best tracker” “Well it’s a good thing we’re family now then Demetri” Y/N smiled “Yes it is, but once you’re immortal I want to you to practice using your gift so you can control it and I want you to allow me…and only me to find you” “Deal” She replied smiling.

A few days later Y/N and Ness were in the kitchen baking when Jane entered “Would you like to help us decorate the cupcakes?” Y/N asked Jane smiling “I’d like that, thank you, although I have no idea what to do” “That’s ok Jane, I’ll show you” Y/N said as she down at the table, Jane sitting beside her. A little while later Alec, Demetri and Felix entered the kitchen to see the three of them decorating cupcakes “Thank you Y/N for teaching me how to decorate the cakes” “You’re welcome. You can help me with my gift once Alec changes me I’ll need to practice and hone my gift” “I’d be honoured Y/N and I know just the vampire to practice with” Jane said looking at Felix “Of course it would be me” He said “Well it’s not going to me now is it? I mean I helped bring Alec and Cinderella together and anyway I need to work with her...I need to work around her gift in order to track her” Demetri added smiling “You know what Dem, you are the only one who can call me that apart from Alec” Y/N said smiling. “I’m glad Alec agreed to come to High School with me  as it meant he got to find you…and I got to know these guys better too” Ness said smiling holding Demetri’s hand “Likewise little one” Demetri replied.

Alec was looking forward to spending forever with Y/N all the more now that he knew that she got along so well with his family because it meant she’d always be safe; no matter what.

#alec volturi #demetri volturi #jane volturi #felix volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #renesmee cullen #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #jasper hale #alice cullen #edward cullen #bella cullen #volturi #the cullens

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Herself is fun like no other! 😂

Diana Gabaldon's Foreword to Clanlands Reveals Behind-the-Scenes Stories from the Outlander Set

Here's your first look at the introduction to Sam Heughan and Graham McTavish's new book.

BY DIANA GABALDON

NOV 3, 2020

outlander season 2 2016ED MILLER / STARZ

Well, in The Beginning . . . there was a man in a kilt.

I’ve always figured that if there’s something you want to do, you should start doing it, and if it’s the right thing, the universe kind of comes out to meet you. So, I started writing a novel about a man in a kilt, and the universe brought me a television show.

I’ve been indirectly responsible for a lot of strange things since I wrote Outlander – from:

. . . five seasons (so far) of a hit TV series

. . . the names of dozens of purebred dogs, racehorses and housing developments

. . . thousands of babies named Brianna or Jamie (no one has ever, to my knowledge, named a child ‘Murtagh’, which is puzzling . . .)

. . . Lord John Grey’s Tea

. . . symphonic band compositions

. . . a musical

. . . a Scottish woolen mill specialising in tartan

. . . a marvelous pair of cookbooks

. . . three million knitted cowls

. . . dozens of female fans who lower their trousers at book signings to show me ‘Da mi basia mille’ tattooed on their tailbones (as my husband remarked to me, ‘Well, how many people can say,“Kiss my ass” in classical Latin?’)

. . . a 72% increase in Scottish tourism (as Visit Scotland was kind enough to tell me), and

. . . an excellent whisky called ‘Sassenach’

But this book may be one of the strangest, and definitely one of the best!

I’m deeply honoured that Sam and Graham have asked me to write the foreword to one of the most interesting, unusual (to put it mildly . . .) and hilarious books I’ve read in a long time. I’m not quite sure what you’d call it, but then I’m used to not being able to describe my own books in twenty-five words or less, so this is probably not a problem.

To start with, it’s a buddy book. Two good friends banter (and bicker) their way across the Scottish Highlands, risking life and limb in that casual way that makes men attractive. Why? Well, because they’re both Scottish and they have both been a large part of Outlander (not just the television show, but the whole weird phenomenon), have realised that they are Scottish (wearing a kilt every day for two years will do that to you), and want to find out where their heritage came from and what being Scottish actually means (aside from being born liking whisky)

It’s also a road book. (Think Jack Kerouac, but with fewer drugs, more paragraphs and no sex. Well, almost no sex . . .).

Our two friends are in fact making a television series about several historical locations in the Highlands. Accompanied by a small film crew – including a talented makeup artist and a drone operator – they visit spectacular historical locations in the Scottish Highlands to learn the true history of some of the best-known massacres, fights, betrayals, beheadings, and other typically Scottish recreational activities. This is the story of that journey, accomplished via an aged Fiat camper van, tandem bike, kayak and any number of other improbable modes of transport that only make sense to people suffering from testosterone poisoning.

And on their way, they talk. Not only to each other, but to themselves. In some of its phases, the book is a twin memoir. Each man recalls his life as an actor – in bits – because every actor (like every writer) pretty much makes it up as they go along. Which means a lot of the stories are of the kind that are only funny to the protagonists with twenty years’ perspective, but are endlessly entertaining to the spectators.

These reminiscences include a good many stories from the Outlander set, as well. I’m only on set myself intermittently, but I do recall the day in Season Two when Sam’s horse – which he was preparing to mount – decided to take its mother’s advice and relieve itself before setting out (there’s reason why most costumes are made in multiples). And another occasion during Season Two wherein Graham was required to ride a mechanical horse (as the director said to me, ‘It looks like shit, but you won’t be able to actually see it on film’)

The mechanical horse was carried on the back of a truck, followed by another truck with a camera, and Graham was supposed to leap into the mechanical horse’s saddle while moving (supposedly jump-ing from another horse). This being television, they filmed the scene many, many times to ensure enough footage to get the effect they were after. When they finally stopped, Graham staggered downhill from the road where they’d been doing this, pausing by me and Anne Kenney (brilliant writer of the other episode in that block of filming) to say, ‘I’ve just been having a conversation with my balls. They said, “We’d really rather you didn’t do that again”’. And staggered on, muttering, ‘I knew I should have worn a cup this morning . . .’.

And finally, there’s the actual history of the ‘clan lands’, woven through this tale of a journey. The travelers reach the most interesting/famous/relevant Highland locations, where they do learn what their history and heritage are, assisted by some of the most colorful inhabitants of those places.

So, you’re actually getting four books in one! (A real bargain . . .).

But the most important part of this book is the friendship between its authors, that colours and illuminates every page.

I was both intrigued and immensely entertained by the story, but also touched on a personal level. One of the most unexpected aspects of the whole ‘Outlander phenomenon’ is the amazing way in which it seems to draw people together. People read the books and watch the show – and they want to talk about it. So, they form fan groups and book clubs and Facebook forums, and deep, lasting friendships, all because of a shared love of a story.

I will always recall one woman who brought me a book at a signing, who told me that she lived alone, had been alone for many years, seldom got out and had no family – but that she’d become attracted to the story, found others who felt likewise, and who invited her to go with them to book-signings, premieres and conventions. ‘Now I have friends!’, she said. She cried, and so did I.

I hope you’ll feel that sense of friendship in these pages.

A final word, since this book is all about returning to one’s roots: Some years ago, one of my novels won the Corine International Prize for Fiction, and I was invited to go to Germany to accept the award. This was rather a Big Deal for the German publisher, and they took advantage of my presence to have me interviewed by the entire German press corps; newspapers, magazines, radio, television, literary journals, you name it. By the end of the week I was sleep deprived and a bit glazed over when I met a nice gentleman from one of the literary journals.

Delightful man, he went on at great (and flattering) length about the books. He loved my narrative drive, my characters were tremendous, my imagery transcendent!

So I’m sitting there in a pleasant daze, thinking, ‘Yes, yes, go on . . .’, when he suddenly said, ‘There is just one thing I wonder: can you explain to me, what is the appeal of a man in a kilt?’.

Well, had I been totally conscious, I might not have said it (then again . . .). Anyway, I looked at him for a moment and said, ‘Well . . .I suppose it’s the idea that you could be up against a wall with him in a moment.’

<ahem>

A few weeks later, home again in Arizona, I get a packet of interview clippings from the German publisher, and on the top is the interview from that journal. The publisher had attached a Post-it note, saying, ‘I don’t know what you said to this man, but I think he is in love with you!’.

A man in a kilt. A very powerful and compelling image, yes . . . And now you have two of them . . .

Pour yourself a good dram, open the covers and enjoy yourself!

Slàinte mhath!

Diana Gabaldon

Scottsdale, Arizona

August, 2020

#sam heughan #clanlands book #diana gabaldon #grahammctavish

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𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - nomad steve rogers x sw! reader

steve rogers is not usually the guy to seek out a stranger for relief, but after going into hiding post-avengers-breakup in amsterdam, the sultry red glow emitting from the neon signs in the red light’s district seem more and more tempting each passing night.

( warnings: nsfw, rough, sex work, descriptive smut, slight dom x sub undertones, dark! nomad steve, angsty, oral sex (male recieving), etc. )

Word Count: approx. 4.9k

this is my first one shot, my apologies for making it so long! i got a little carried away. tbh i’m thinking about turning it into a series if people like it enough, i think theres room to explore things here but for now just enjoy! i’d love some feedback if you have any! happy reading!

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To say that Steve Rogers was exhausted would be an understatement. After the fight that broke out in Germany, where friends became enemies and enemies became friends, the blonde super soldier had lost track of time. Although the memories seared through his mind like a surgeons cautery pen as if they were yesterday, the image of Tony in a rage and taking hit after hit, Bucky going under cryo in Wakanda, it had been almost a year. It was hard to believe it; the burner phone weighed heavily in his pocket with no calls or text from his former friend and wealthy fellow avenger. But, in the time he had been on the run, Amsterdam had been the most recent place to call a temporary home. He had stayed in places not so pleasant, like the little motels all across Russia as he backpacked further west into Europe, never really staying in any place for long. He was overly cautious; the man had lost faith in most forms of authority, which rang with such a strong sense of irony considering he was at one point the epitome of a law abiding citizen. Poor pre-serum Steve wouldn't know what to think of the man he had become; bitter, closed off, easily agitated, irritable, and even a bit cruel. He hated the world that had suddenly hated him, the world he found himself wishing he had never woken up into. Steve had become so unbearable that he and sam had split ways for a while, promising to reconvene in London should it be necessary. But now, Steve was on his own, staring out the window of his hotel room that had the perfect view of the canals that swirled like ink, and the bridge that lead right into the ever so alluring Red Light District.

During the day, the Red Light District was rather inconspicuous, perhaps slightly less attractive than the rest of the city, if anything at all. The bricks aligned in a herringbone pattern practically guided you past window after window of beautiful women, quite literally anyone you imagined. The closer you get to the area, the louder the buzzing of neon gets. The bars are usually pretty empty during the day, a few stray women, presumably escorts, looking to pick up an alcoholic or two having a drink at noon. Steve often found himself in these bars, but only during the day to find a place away from the tourist infested hotel and his sad, tiny hotel room. He never got anything to drink besides water, since alcohol metabolized far too quickly in his body to have any affect on him anyways. It was times like these that he missed Thor’s Asgardian brews, the only alcohol he had ever tried that made him feel something, any kind of buzz. But alas, he stuck to water in the dimly lit, smokey bars with sunlight seeping in through the above-ground windows.

The women of the Red Light District never tempted him, at least during the day. Steve had never found the appeal in casual sex. Yes, he was a man with desires and wants and needs, but part of him was too unbothered to try anything. He had Sharon, at one point in time, early on in his fugitive life, but they had since parted ways for the same reason he and Sam parted ways. The man was far too distant to really feel anything, but there was something about this place at night that drew him in more than he wanted to admit. Was it the otherworldly red glow that caught his eye? Or rather the shadows of women dancing in the windows, that same sensual red caressing their skin, barely dressed and jewels adorning their skin and necklaces resting against collarbones and heels far too tall for day to day wear? Perhaps it was the EDM that pounded from the many clubs, or maybe there was something else he couldn’t explain, a primal nature in him that drove him to near madness when he lay in bed trying to sleep, the soft red glow haunting him through the thin curtains covering the sliding door to a balcony. Sometimes, Steve would sit out there, watching the wonderland from afar, scratching his beard as he contemplated venturing into the maw of the beast. He never gave in, knowing the risk of being caught was serving time for treason at best.

But this particular night, Steve was insatiable. His own hands couldn’t possibly satisfy the craving that couldn’t be satisfied, the itch that just couldn’t be scratched. He was usually relatively satisfied after a few minutes, his hand wrapped around the thick veiny shaft of his cock and leaning against the headboard of his bed as he swiftly sent himself over the edge. But tonight was something else entirely. He had gone at it three or four times, his bare and sculpted chest glistening with sweat and his lower half slick with his cum. It didn’t help that his neighbor in the suite next door must have brought home a girl, because between the pounding of the headboard against the wall and the fake moans the poor girl had to emit was obnoxious, Steve couldn’t possibly take it anymore. He put on a few layers, as it was starting to get a little chilly in the city, as well as a hat to hide his face behind, and ventured out into the belly of the beast. He wandered for a while, keeping his head low for a while, until he realized how the red lights drowned out most features. his hat cast a deep shadow over his face, his hands shoved in his pockets as he finally lift his head to look up at the scantily clad women in the windows, waving at passerby after passerby. A few spotted him and fear coursed through his veins, but they didn’t recognize him, only thought he was handsome enough to warrant their attention. but he wasn’t drawn to any of them, not like he was drawn to you.

You were something else entirely. Although you were tucked away towards the end of the rows of windows, your presence was enthralling. He moved closer to the window as if you were a siren and he was lured to you by your song. You hadn’t spotted him yet, dressed in what was more of a burlesque showgirl kind of costume, almost pinup style. The crystals upon your leather bra reflected the haunting neon lights into fragments of color, bouncing around and catching the eye, although your perky breasts were just another set of eye catchers. Steve felt his cock twitch beneath the denim of his jeans, cursing his quick recovery speed considering he had left his hotel almost immediately after his fourth orgasm of the night. The super soldier took off his hat and ran his hands through his long hair to disturb it, never once taking his eyes off of you. you had finally spotted him at this point, noticing the handsome figure now smirking at you as you made eye contact. His stunning blues still managed to shine underneath the red light and something about that carnal look behind them made you forget any other potential customer besides him. you moved coyly, turning around to play shy and peeking over your shoulder, but turning around exposed your plump bum and swaying your hips only accentuated such a feature. You checked again to see if he was still watching, which he was, though a smirk was ever so present beneath his thick beard. Your mouth began to water at the imaginary feeling of his beard between your legs, the coarse hair tickling your inner thighs. This is what sent you over the edge, lifting your hand and summoning him with a single finger, your long nails accentuating the movement. Steve hesitated for a moment, looking over both shoulders, before moving towards the door. 

Steve had never solicited anyone before. He had never really had one night stands, let alone payed anyone for sex. He was that kind of guy who wanted chemistry and a relationship between him and his partner, as cheesy as that sounded. He may still be adjusting to the modern world but it didn’t matter when he woke up from being under ice, he would have always felt that way. But he sure as hell felt chemistry between you and him. He entered the room just as you were closing the curtains, standing in the doorway as he took in the layout of the very small room. Where you stood was the giant window that you lured customers through, the lights that once shone through the window were now blocked by thick curtains and that very same red light that haunted his every filthy thought flooded the room. It was tiny, a small bed a little larger than a twin was pressed against the wall, with a sink directly across. It was clean, plainly decorated, but clean. He assumed that every room looked like this. Steve finally got a closer look at you as you stood there staring at him, your painted lips curved into a teasing smile. He noticed that bit of mischief was prevalent in you; he could see it in your eyes, your expressive brows, your hands that wandered your own body to tease him, and god, was it working.

"You're new here." you said, moving in to place your hand's on his broad shoulders beneath his heavy canvas coat, letting them slide down to his chest and slowly unzip. Normally, you'd ask for your payment ahead of time, but this man seemed like he was going to be payment enough. "I've never seen you around, neither have the other girls. Otherwise there would have been plenty of talk. It's not often we get handsome strangers like you in all to ourselves."

Steve was mildly surprised to hear english, tensing up as he felt you unzip his coat, but he couldn't help but let you. Your accent didn't sound like the natives of Amsterdam, making him more and more curious about you. Every new thing he learned about you made him crave you even more, and though he was holding back, he wasn't sure he wanted to anymore.

"Your accent. It isn't Dutch." he was curt, his words getting to the point and it only made you wonder if he would be this harsh and unrefined with your body, something you had been craving from a beautiful man like him.

"It isn't." You pushed his coat off his shoulders to reveal a white t shirt that looked a few sizes too small considering his bulging muscles. The sleeves look like they'd burst any moment. "Would you like it to be?" You purred, arms wrapping around his neck and playing with his long hair, hair that hadn't seen a barber in far too long. "I can be a sweet little girl from London, or perhaps a feisty American woman, or a seductive French Woman fresh from Paris," You mimicked every accent with uncanny precision, leaving the blonde man unsettled and impressed. There was more to you than meets the eye, apparently. Steve was tense as he felt you get even closer, the heat from your bare body enough to make him feel that desire come back full force, blood rushing to his lower abdomen and feeling himself get warm as his large hands finally found their place at your waist, that mischievous smirk growing upon your red lips. "I can be anyone you want me to be." you tugged at his hair playfully.

"To be frank, I don't care. Just be you." he pulled you in roughly, body to body, face only inches from each other. A silent agreement was made between the two of you; this was really going to happen. Your lips collided into a heated kiss. Steve had never felt so sexually attracted to someone in his life without really knowing them. Perhaps that was the appeal, the idea that he had no idea who you were, only that you were willing to do almost anything and be anyone he asked for some euros. He pulled away from the kiss, the two of you now panting as you tugged at the hem of his shirt and helped him lift it up over his head, revealing one hell of a body. What was a man like him doing in Amsterdam alone? Was he single or was he filling the void of a lacking lover with prostitutes in the window brothels? You did not have time to dwell upon those thoughts any longer as his lips found your neck, his arms wrapped around you from behind as you let out little mewls of pleasure. His scratchy beard sent shivers down your spine, lips leaving little red splotches that would surely darken over time. His grip was strong, commanding, a little harsh, but you liked that.

"What can I call you?" you purred, pushing your hips back into his and finding that he had a large bulge that was only getting bigger by the moment. "How does that feel, Sir?" you tested, your hand reaching behind to touch his face while the other rest on top of one of his hands and guided it to your breast. "Do you like it, Master?" Still not a satisfactory reaction from the man you wished to seduce, although he continued to work at your neck and let out a soft groan as his large hand cupped at your breast still covered by the costume you wore. "If you want it, come and get it, Daddy." This was the name, you decided, noticing him freeze at the name before his grip got rougher and he was a little more reckless with you. Steve caught that mischievous look in your eyes again in the mirror and finally the man let go of all his inhibitions. He spun you around to face him before he kissed you again, sloppily and full of need as if you were his life force. His hands wandered your back, pulling you towards him and pressing your body against his chiseled one. the kiss was suffocating in the best way possible, one of his hands sliding up to your face, leaving a trail of goosebumps upon your skin. It settled at your neck, momentarily wrapping around it as if he threatened to tighten his grip, before pressing at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. He grabbed fistfuls of your freshly done curls that reminded him of the show girls he toured with back in the forties. Everything about you screamed home to him, despite you being completely unaware of what home even was to him, despite him not even having a home anymore. You pulled away only to look him in those beautiful light eyes, the two of you basking in the deep red light that perfectly reflected the heavy heat of the room. Your hands swiftly moved to undo his belt and slide down his jeans that pooled down at his knees, leaving him in his briefs. The imprint of his bulge clearly showed how he yearned for you, his shaft wanting nothing more to escape its confine. you guided him to the little bed and had him lean against it while you wedged yourself between his legs. The way you looked up at him had him going wild, innocent eyes looking up at him through thick lashes as you palmed his cock through the thin fabric. You loved the way he looked down at you, the way his knuckles had turned white from gripping the edge of the bed too rough. He looked down at you with an intensity you rarely saw in a man as you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waistband and tugged down, his member springing out and standing at attention as his boxers joined his other clothing on the floor. Steve watched in awe as you left open mouth kisses on the veiny shaft, groaning upon the feeling of your soft lips where he craved you the most. You were shocked at how large he was, although you shouldn’t have been just by looking at him. You lifted the mattress to grab a condom wrapper, tearing it open and rolling it over his hard member. You, like all the other sex workers in the Red Light District, refused to not use a condom. It was common knowledge and Steve silently agreed to it. He didn't want to make you uncomfortable. His hands found their place in your hair again as your tongue dragged from the base to tip, flicking over the slit that leaked clear precum into the latex. Steve’s body reacted more than he would have liked, involuntarily tensing. A low growl rumbled in his chest as you finally began to take him into your mouth, little by little as your hands with manicured nails wrapped around the shaft. He watched you as you began to bob your head, groans of pleasure escaping him. You looked so beautiful to him, unearthly and sinful with drool dribbling down your chin and watery eyes from taking his thick length into your mouth and hitting the back of your throat. He hadn’t felt the touch of a woman in too long, unaware of how much he had been craving physical intimacy. Watching you move was enough to make him explode right then and there, but he held it back, the coil in his lower abdomen tightening up as he threatened to orgasm.

"Yeah, that's right, doll, take it." he moaned, really getting into things now. You looked up to see his eyes shut and head tossed back. His neck was tense and jaw clenched. He was already close to an orgasm, which was unsurprising to a woman in your field, however you didn't want the fun to end so soon. Your hands moved away from his cock and you braced yourself on either of his thighs as you began to deepthroat him, taking all seven inches down. Suppressing your gag reflex was easy enough, although your jaw ached from his girth. He let out a guttural moan, one he couldn't hold back like the others as your lips closed around him and bottomed out down your throat. He pulled on your hair, the pleasure too overwhelming, but you refused to let him give in. You pulled away with a gasp, strings of saliva connected from his cock to your lips as you breathed heavily and your hands moved at the pace your head had bobbed.

"Does Daddy like it? Does it make him wanna bust? Come on, Daddy-" Steve had enough of the taunting. He lift your chin up so he could look at you, a proper mess with smeared lip stick and drool, wiping it away with his thumb.

"You drive me insane." was all he said before he scooped you up and placed you on the bed. He kicked off his clothes that pooled around his ankles and swiftly undid your own bra, your nipples hardening to the cool air as Steve hovered over you. Once again, his lips found their place at your neck, admiring his marks that had now deepened and went over them again, but unsuspecting you had been so consumed with the feeling of his lips on your neck and trailing down that you hadn't noticed his hand slip away from your waist and slipped beneath the fabric of your lacy promiscuous bottoms. Your eyes, which had previously been shut as you enjoyed his lips on your neck, flew open as you gasped, back arching up towards his hovering body upon feeling his fingers slide between your slick folds. Steve wanted nothing more than to slide into you right then and there upon hearing that beautiful sigh escape you. His cock twitched in need as his lips trailed further down, nibbling on your collarbones and leaving breathy, open mouth kisses until taking the delicate rosebud of your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently while a finger skillfully slid inside you. Your moans were symphonic, like beautiful song, although he knew they weren't faked like the neighbor's girl, her sing-songy moans that annoyed him to no end. He was genuinely pleasing her, and he loved it. You grew wetter by the second, the feeling of his finger, and then fingers inside of you, his lips leaving marks all over your breasts, you weren't sure how much longer you could last. And there was another moment of silent communication, as Steve pulled away, sliding his middle and ring finger out of her and placing them to her lips. "Be a good girl and clean them up." he demanded, groaning as you parted your lips and sucked his fingers clean, tongue swirling around them sensually. His cock twitched at the feeling before pouncing, pinning you down and kissing you feverishly and you reciprocating once more. His hands slid down your body to remove what little clothing was still on you, leaving the two of you bare. Your taste on your tongue was intoxicating, and if he had more time and more patience he would have savored it and perhaps gone down on you, but he was impatient and needed you. Steve's eyes met yours as he lined himself up with you and slid in, the two of you erupting into moans neither of you could hold back. It had been almost a year since the last time Steve had had sex, but you didn't have that excuse. Your moans shocked you. Steve shocked you. You had sex all into the night, every single night, several men leaving this very room and yet none of them felt the way Steve did inside of you. You were unsure of whether or not it was because of how attracted to each other you both were or if he was simply that large (or perhaps it was both), but as he bottomed out inside of you, your nails dug into his broad shoulders and he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You shut your eyes tight, seeing stars from the sheer pleasure of it all, but slowly it began to fade, to which Steve took as a sign to begin to move. He pinned your arms over your head as he pulled almost all the way out, smirking as he slammed back into you. It felt intense as he reached spots few other men had over reached, proving himself superior with every roll of his hips. Steve found satisfaction in the way your face morphed, eyes squeezing shut and nose scrunching before lips parted and formed a perfect "o" shape, letting out another moan that was like music to his ears. It spurred him on, encouraging him to keep going. "You like that, baby?" he asked, although you were so consumed by the pleasure that only incoherent mumbles could escape your lips. Steve wasn't satisfied by this. "Use your words, dollface or else Daddy won't let you cum. Tell me how much you love how I fuck you." He demanded, really getting into it as he picked up the pace, grunting softly as your tight walls gripped him like no other. You were a desperate mess at this point, eyes wild and filled with arousal and fear as the sounds of sex filled the air, skin to skin contact and the faint thumping of EDM from a nearby club. The unmistakable smell of it consumed your mind, unable to form a single proper thought and fully enveloped in this electrifying sense of primal desire. Your body felt hot, a thin sheen of sweat glistening upon your skin like diamonds, your baby hair starting to stick to your forehead from the pleasure of it all. You could feel yourself reaching your climax but you knew he'd deny you of that thing you chased if you didn't talk, if you didn't beg for it. "God, I love how you fuck me, Daddy. You're so big inside of me, you fill me up so good-" You were interrupted by a moan that escaped you involuntarily as he purposely rolled his hips deep into you. You were dangerously close and Steve could feel it too, the way you clenched around him, the way your body rolled like the tides beneath him. He needed to orgasm, but he refused until he heard you beg. "Beg for me, baby girl." He demanded, now thrusting at an ungodly speed. You weren't sure how any human could move like this, but you had no idea who he was, really. You had no idea that he wasn't some average human, you could only assume he was just some guy with extraordinary skills. Steve let go of your hands to get better leverage over you, and your hands flew to his back. "Please Daddy, let me cum," you begged, nails digging into his skin and leaving claw marks upon his flesh to serve as a reminder later when he showered that this was not a dream. "I love how good you fuck me, no other man can possibly compare to you. I love your big cock inside of me, it makes me feel so good. Please daddy, I'm begging you, let your baby girl cum-" You were interrupted by his hand reaching down to find your clit and begin circling it with his fingers, nearly sending you over the edge. But it wasn't his skillful fingers or his thrusting that got you to your peak, but his words, his command that brought you to your orgasm. "Cum for me, doll." Four simple words made you cum, an explosive orgasm that reminded you of the birth of a star. Pleasure ripped through you like white hot lightning and rippled out to your fingers and toes and left you feeling like you were made of stardust and nothing more. You hadn't even realized how loud you were moaning because you were so consumed with the immense pleasure he brought you. Your toes curled and eyes shut tight, head tossed back, shaking violently as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in and deeper inside of you. Steve was close, himself, but you pulling him in deeper and deeper with your strong legs around his waist sent him over the edge. He wanted to admire the beauty that was you as you orgasmed, but he could hardly focused as you had tightened around him and an orgasm was imminent. He thrust into you once, twice, and three more times before he came as well, spilling into the condom wrapped around his shaft. He let out a guttural moan in your ear, his own eyes shut tight. The two of you slowly fell from your highs together, panting heavily. Steve's warm breath tickled your neck as he peppered kisses upon your skin again, softening inside of you. It took a moment for you to recover, as it did for Steve, but he seemed eager to leave. You were a bit disappointed as he got up so soon and threw away the used condom, sighing as he was finally satisfied. for now. "How much do I owe you?" he asked as he started to get dressed again, the jingling of his belt filling the heavy silence in the room. You looked at him, languidly propped up on the bed, staring at him like he was a god. "Nothing." you said after a moment of silence. he paused and looked at you, pushing back his long hair and suppressing a smile. "I've never had sex like that before, you must've been angry for a very long time." You teased, grabbing your robe and wrapping yourself up. You grabbed your cigarette and lit it, blowing smoke out between your smudged lips. He scoffed and shook his head, putting his t shirt back on. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." His voice was low, gravelly and quiet, as if that were a loaded statement. If only he could tell you of his troubles, the tales of glory and triumphs...and losses. He had walked in with slumped shoulders and his guard up, but now you noticed his posture had straightened and he seemed a little lighter on his feet. That alone was enough payment. It amused you. You stared at the wallpaper for a moment as he slipped on his hat and began to push the door open. "Can I be expecting you again?" you asked, trying not to let the hopefulness seep into your words. He looked down at his shoes before looking up at you, your curls all distressed, smeared lipstick, blowing smoke out into the air as you leaned against the bed they had fucked on only moments ago. You were otherworldly, and though sometimes it was hard for you to see yourself as even human, he thought the world of you. Brave enough to let strange men fuck you, enter the most vulnerable state a human can be. He admired that about you. "I don't know," was all he could say. You looked at him and nodded, taking a drag from your cigarette and sighing, smoke exiting your body through your nose. Looking down at your bare feet, you pursed your lips. "Well, you know where to find me." You told him. He took one last look at you before he nodded respectfully, leaving without another word. And with that, he disappeared like a ghost.

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unintended | part two

| part two - how can we win when fools can be kings |

Parings: king!bucky x princess!reader 

Summary: The moment you have come of age, you are being ripped out of the place you call home and into the kingdom of Cydonia ruled by King James, your betrothed. Neither of you pleased with the situation, neither of you being honest. Between fights, snarky remarks and glaring, do you find time to breathe? Is it possible to reconcile or even love one another?

Warnings: arranged marriage, insulting, being mean on purpose, a bit of a slow burn, the reader has a twin!

A/N: this is the second part of my entry in @sillyqt​ 1k writing challenge. I hope you like this, love! I’m still a little delusional from me staying up all night, but I hope you won’t be able to notice it! 

Dividers by @whimsicalrogers​

The next few days were very tense. You both tried to stay civil, only talking to each other when necessary. You tried tiptoeing around James as much as you could, retracting your steps when you saw him walking down a corridor. It felt strange, feeling so unwelcome. At home you could be found running around the castle grounds with the children, playing hide and seek for hours until supper, but here in Cydonia you felt like a stranger. 

This is not what you thought life would be like in Cydonia.

You decided to read a little outside, sitting by the pond. A few lady’s of the court were walking in the garden, chatting amongst themselves. You were itching to go to the maze in the far back of the garden with Clint. The warm feeling of the sun on your skin and a smile crept int’s way on your face.

The book you chose was one of the many Julia gifted you, but you couldn’t see the appeal of it. It wasn’t the reading that made you gag, it was the sitting still, concentrating on tiny words. Nevertheless it brought you a little closer to your sister. You missed her dearly, sitting like you now, preferably under the cherry blossom tree, reading for hours. You stared at the page, trying to refocus on the words but you simply couldn’t. 

You decided to walk around a little, but as you were about to stand up, James’s voice stopped you.

“What are you doing, princess?” James stood next to you, blocking the sun from your face.

“Reading, your highness.” You said sweetly as if nothing happened a few days ago.

“How nice.” The King smiled before taking the book from your hands, examining it for a second and then throwing it into the lake, a mischievous grin forming on his lips.

You stood up at once, looking at the book floating in the green water. The pages soaked in the green water and you were able to watch the letters bleeding into the white paper. You weren’t necessarily attached to the book, but an idea struck you and you ran with it. “How could you!” you shrieked, holding a hand over your heart. Walking towards the pond, down the slippery steps and into the water.

James watched whilst you were immersed in the water up to your shoulders, retrieving the book.  You grabbed your book, turning back to climb out of the water to sit on the stone steps. You sobbed, looking at the book and James approached you, feeling guilty.

He just wanted to be a little mean.

He kneeled before you, sadness in his eyes. “This was my mother’s book. She gave it to me before she was brutally murdered.” You spoke softly between sobs.

James reached out to rest his hands on your bare shoulders. “I-I’m sorry.”

“No, no I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I was- I was rude and vicious-” You stammered through your tears, looking up to meet his eyes and a small but sad smile graced his lips. You leaned forward,feeling his breath on your face. The pupils of his blue eyes widened and you gently touched his nose with yours. Slowly, James tilted his head, pulling you closer by wrapping his arm around your waist. His other hand caressed your cheek and you melted against his lips.

You forgot all about your grand plan, feeling the electricity run through your veins. His lips soft against yours, moving ever so gently, the short stubble grazing your skin. You wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss, a low groan from James and you giggled into the kiss.

James was the first to pull back, smiling and drawing circles on your soft cheek with his thumb. He had never kissed someone so delicately, so passionately and so lovingly. All seemed to be forgotten, everything he thought was so wrong with you fleeting away. Maybe there was a chance to look past each other differences, to live a life happy and full of love. 

Maybe he could teach her how to ride a horse like a man, shoot an arrow, all the things he loved.And maybe, just maybe, he could learn something from her. Although he didn’t see the appeal in sewing, if that’s what brings her joy, he could try, for her.

You removed one arm from his shoulders, picking up the soaked book next to you, laughing a little. “I guess it’s ruined.” James joined you, apologising again. But you were having none of it.

You stood suddenly. “Good thing my mother isn’t dead.” You said, pushing James into the water, smiling wickedly and throwing the book into the pond after him. You twistend your hair out, leaving a trail of water as you walked back into the castle. But the wicked smile didn’t stay for long. Sitting at the foot of your bed as soon as you entered your chambers.

It took James a minute to process what you had just said. How could he be so stupid? He knows your mother’s not dead. How could he fall for that? He didn’t want his heart to break, but it did.

You should’ve been more occupied with guilt, but the thing you thought most about was the kiss. You touched your lips with your pointer finger occasionally, still feeling the tingle of his soft lips against yours. You had never kissed anyone and never in a million universes did you think it was going to be like this.

Truth be told that you felt a little beside yourself, knocking things over, spilling wine on your dress, running head-first into a door. There was something when you kissed James, but you couldn’t exactly place it. 

You needed clearance and you knew just how to get it.

Getting Clint to take the horses out for a ride wasn’t difficult, leaving for the stables as soon as you asked him early in the afternoon. The horse you chose was called Medossa, a beautiful black horse with a ring of white above her hooves.

You decided to ride through the woods, thick trees covering most of the ground, a hazard to ride through, but the beauty of nature around you was mesmerising. You rode in silence relishing the clean air, the sound of leaves crackling under the hooves, birds chirping above you. You took a deep breath in, closing your eyes.

“I don’t think the King and I will ever get along.”

Clint observed you with raised eyebrows, cracking a smile. “No shit, princess. You went pretty hard with the insults.” You cocked a questioning brow at him. “Sam told me.” Clint’s mouth stretched to a wide grin.

You rolled your eyes. “He insulted my intelligence! I should just go back home and become a nun.” You steered your horse past the trees, and you heard Clint laugh ahead of you.

“You ain’t a saint, Princess!”

You faked a gasp, holding your hand over your chest. “How dare you, I have never done anything wrong in my life!” Both of you erupted in laughter, but your voices died down at the sight in front of you.

A field, miles and miles of colourful flowers. Both of you got off your horses, walking through the knee-high flowers growing wildly all over the place. The skirt of your dress pushing the plants aside. There was a small patch of grass and you sat down, your white and yellow striped dress spreading around you.

You didn’t know how to tell Clint about the kiss. He would never judge you, but you feared you went too far. You mustered up the courage, taking a deep breath in. “The King and I kissed.” You blurted out, Clint whipping his head around to you staring at you wide eyed.

“You- what- when?” He stammered.

“Yesterday. He threw my book in the pond, I pretended it was a gift from my dead mother and then I- uh- kissed him.” You chewed your bottom lip waiting for him to say anything.

“Wow uh.” Clint looked away off to the distance. “Why would you do that?”

“I don’t know?” You picked a few flowers in front of you making a little bouquet. The though haunted you since yesterday. Exactly why did you kiss him? “I guess I just wanted to make him believe that I was sorry, I guess. Show him that I liked him.” 

“And do you? Like him?” Clint stared at you in anticipation.

“No?”

Clint nodded, very confused by the whole thing. One day you can’t stand the King, insulting his appearance and the next you’re kissing him. Clint dropped the topic, knowing full well that you were just as confused about this situation as him.

You rested your head on Clint’s shoulder, relishing the sun shining on your face. As the sun lowered on the horizon, both of you got back on your horses and decided to take a different route back. A cobbled walk led you along the woods, to your right a field of corn. Cydonia has way more nature than you were used to.

A house came to few, stables to the side along the path. The horse’s hooves clicking along the stone and you saw three children playing in the front yard. A woman sat on a chair sewing a piece of fabric.

A you got closer, you grabbed the attention of one of the children, a little girl staring up at you. Smiling down at the girl, you decided to get off your horse, Clint looking back at you with knitted eyebrows.

The little girls’ mouth wide open as you kneeled in front of her. “Are you a princess?” She asked, eyes wide with admiration.

“That I am. I-“

You were interrupted by the woman shuffling to her feet, frantically running to the two of you. “Oh god your highness, I am so sorry.” The woman apologised for her daughter too many times. You shook your head, smiling up at her.

“Don’t apologise. She wasn’t being rude.” You bumped the girls nose with your finger, giggles erupting from her. You held out the bouquet of flowers handing it to her. “You take care of these flowers for me, will you?”

The girl nodded and you stood up. The girl ran inside, and a sudden flash of jealousy hit you. If only you could be as free as her.

The mother thanked you for the flowers and you could not reason with her that it was in fact not a big deal. She gave you some berries wrapped in linen for you to take back to the castle and you bid your goodbye.

A week later and you were informed that the Queen mother would return from her travel, and you went into another panic. She was the one who chose you in the first place, the start to the fire. If she doesn’t approve of you, the way she thought you would be, then surely hell would break loose. You woke up with a terrible headache, Natasha getting you ready for breakfast. The only dress you had left to wear was the blue one with the pearls. Hopefully the King wouldn’t snitch on you and tell his mother that you had already worn that dress.

You wondered if James would say anything at all about your relationship with him. Hopefully, he’ll behave and not tell his mother of all people about your bickering.

Natasha tied the strings on the back of your dress into a little bow, fluffing out the skirt of the dress a little. “Why didn’t you take more dresses with you, Princess?” Natasha asked, examining you from a distance, making little adjustments around the sleeves.

“I don’t have more fancy dresses. My favourite ones are in the other chest.” You pointed towards the end of the bed. “But they aren’t really royally accepted.” You chuckled at the thought of it.

It was silly, really, having the same striped dress in five different colours, but no other dress is more suitable for your day to day life. Not too fluffy at the skirt interfering with your legs while you rode a horse or ran.

“Alright, I’ll ask the tailor to make you another one. Can’t walk around with the same three dresses all the time. Princesses like you usually have at least a hundred of dresses.” Natasha chuckled looking over to the two dresses hanging in the closet. “Ready?”

“Yup.”

Immediately upon walking into the dining hall, you felt the change in atmosphere. The servants standing even straighter, looking like they were going to break their spine, the guards all having their mean face on, a sight that wanted to make you laugh.

You walked closer to the table, James standing at his regular place at the head of the table and a woman standing on the other end. She had her back turned to you and your nerves were surely about to explode. You had met so many important people, but this was different.

You stood next to her, lowering yourself in a deep courtesy like you did with James. The moment you stood tall again, you were met with a warm smile.

“I’m honoured to finally welcome you to Cydonia, Princess Y/n.” She held her hand out and you kissed the back of her very soft hand. She gestured for you to sit down and you took your seat on the right side of the table, right in the middle of the King and the Queen mother. This is where you needed to shine. Your only first impression and the only chance for the Queen mother not to immediately hate you. The three of you ate breakfast in silence, a tense one on top of that. You glanced at James’ mother from time to time, checking if she saw how delicate and proper you ate.

“I heard you like to ride horses, is that true, Y/n?”

“Yes, a little.” You answered once you knew your mouth was empty. James coughed, excusing himself, taking a sip from his orange juice.

James couldn’t believe the show you were putting on. You were far from proper, at least your tongue wasn’t. The desperation of impressing his mother was so obvious and he knew she saw right through you.

“Maybe James and you could go for a ride through our beautiful nature after breakfast?” James’s mother looked between the two of you.

James cleared his throat, smiling at his mother sweetly. “Sure, mother, that would be a wonderful idea. Don’t you think, Princess?” James’s eyes fell on you and your mouth opened, but you just nodded.

The thought of spending more time with him was the last thing you wanted to do. Clint thought it would be fun to take a trip to town, exploring the town and what they have to offer, but now you were stuck with the King.

After you got changed into the blue version of your favourite dress, some complaining to Natasha and you were off to your one-on-one date with James.

You reached the stables and James was already sitting on top of a horse… the one you wanted to take. “You stole my horse!” You exclaimed, hands on your hips as you looked up to him.

“Your horse? Last time I checked these are my horses.” James laughed, galloping ahead of you as you mounted a different horse. Medossa was definitely calmer than the one you were sitting on.

Riding a little further along the path you focused on anything else other than James. The surroundings would be so much more enjoyable with Clint or even by yourself, it’s a shame you’re being dragged along with the King. You were annoyed, with both legs on one side, the most uncomfortable way to ride a horse in your opinion. 

You caught up with him a little, riding beside him and you knew just how to rile him up.

Pulling on the reigns a little too harshly, directing your horse to the right startling James’ horse a little. He glared at you, but you just smiled sweetly apologising profusely. “I’m still a little insecure on horses.” You giggled and James rolled his eyes at you.

You did it once more, earning a groan from James and you held back a laugh seeing him fighting inside.

Pulling on the reigns one more time, James’s horse steered far too the right, galloping to the dense trees. You followed him quickly but there was nothing you could do. James’ shoulder hit a tree, sending him to the ground. You dismounted your horse, kneeling beside him. He looked up to the sky, face scrunching in pain. You reached out but were unsure of what to do, maybe you had taken it too far, seriously injuring the King. Medossa ran away into the deep trees and you prayed she would find her way back to the stables.

James grunted with discomfort. “I can’t move my arm.” He panted, a pleading look your way and you were on the brink of crying. It was his left arm, the one that was already severely scarred and now you ruined his shoulder. Tears prickled in your eyes, seeing him laying there in pain, unable to do anything.

You looked around you, thinking about what to do, but before you could get up, James sat. “Well, that was fun!”

Your jaw dropped watching as he stood up with that stupid smirk plastered on his face. You were too distraught to come up with a snarky comeback. James walked to your horse, mounting it. “What are you waiting for? Don’t tell me you were actually worried!” You glared at him.

You stood, walking to the horse. As you sat in front of James you held on to the front of the saddle, hearing him chuckle. His body pressed to your back, feeling his warmth against your exposed back.

“I did worry.” You mumbled.

 [ part three ]

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Yup it's me again!! 😘

4. Love To Love (TNA-TRR crossover)

Song inspiration:

https://youtu.be/g8F5DPUtG98

Surf Mesa, Madison Beer - Carried Away (Love To Love) (Lyric Video)

Rating: Explicit (In Progress Handwritten fic... Now to just figure out where exactly I have put it... I hate moving !!!)

The snippet is not explicit...

“He’s in love ... He just may find his resistance to women... What else can we offer?”

“How about world wide access in Biotechnology? Now, that, Sam won’t be able to refuse... The appeal of avenging his wronged heart in the past may lure him in even faster... I’m sure he keeps secrets from that beauty he has on his arm... Oh, we will have him in our fold...”

Edison watched on anticipating Sam’s submission, but he only admired the sex appeal, his desire only growing for Dahlia. He dares not interrupt her craft, but he won’t allow anything to transpire... He has a newfound determination to hold on to the only constant he has in his life other than his brother and parents. He knows that he will have to surrender the twins to Liam at any given time... This honeymoon, he will sow his own seed... It’s time to give birth to a new man... Dirty Dalton is his past... or so he believes...

Dahlia rushes to meet her husband in the private lounge. The currents of excitement raging throughout her entire being. She sees him waiting patiently, sipping on Goldschlager, which isn’t his usual choice, but this honeymoon is about venturing through new sides of himself with the love that has captured his entire being.

A/N: This TNA-TRR crossover is Edison's follow up on his attempts to sway Sam into the Via Emperii. He has already paid for their suite in Karlovy Vary. and invited them to Monaco as his private guests... Now from a few nights to an entire Edison Tour... He is determined to have the man that he considers Liam Rhys' nemesis under his fold...

Now, to find what I did with the juicy part of this fic !!!!

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