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imagineabrighterworld · 3 years

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Summary// Ground Zero has been your crush since you were rescued by him, and ever since then, you've been writing love songs that your manager is sick and tired of hearing. One day on a live broadcast, you admit that the songs were inspired by your admiration for said hero. Little did you know, he was just in the other wing of the building getting his own interview done and decides to see you after the cameras are off.

A/N: I know his hero name is Dynamite but I wrote this before it was decided so I'm sticking with Ground Zero, sorry ^^;

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You were never camera shy, you loved the stage and all that came with it. The lights, the flurry of makeup artists and the adrenaline rush of seeing the On-Air light turn red.

But the moment you saw him walk into the room, you swear your heart fell into your stomach and all the words you've ever sang were sucked right back into your throat.

- -

Ever since the accident that nearly took your life, you have been an active fan of Ground Zero. He was constantly in the news, either due to his heroics or due to being spotted with other top heroes such as Deku or Shoto. Considering he was their classmate in high school, the media gobbled up any coverage they could with the trio.

You on the other hand, were mostly into the tabloids for information on Ground Zero.

The accident was after one of your concerts. You had been on your way to your tour bus when a villain had attacked. Luckily none of your crew were hurt, but you were trapped under the rubble of the concert hall that had fallen when the villain rammed into the wall. It was cramped and had little oxygen, the air was full of dust and your lungs were heavy with the ash. You had broken your arm and had to use it to support yourself to keep from getting crushed under the rubble that was slowly but surely pressing down on you.

You had little hope for yourself as the rubble grew heavier, your arm giving out under the weight of your body, but before it could fully crush you, you heard the sounds of explosions.

Not long after, you felt the weight of the rubble lift.

Ground Zero had sent smaller blasts to break up the larger pieces of rubble before finally moving the giant piece that was pinning you to the ground. He scooped you up into his arms and murmured the same line under his breath as he brought you to the paramedics.

"You're safe now."

He lowered you onto the gurney and waited by you as the paramedics asked you questions, soon finding your rib was cracked as well. Ground Zero gave you a once over before parting with a quiet goodbye and a thank you to the medics that were helping you.

You didn't get the chance to thank him as the medics placed an oxygen mask on your face.

So you wrote him songs. You never used his name, but a hero was always implied when it came to songs about him. You tried to be subtle with the crush you had developed, but apparently you weren't subtle enough.

Your manager was sent an invitation for an interview to talk about your new album full of love songs. The album was crammed with songs about a one-sided pinning for someone who could never love back, but the last song was a ray of hope that they might find a way to each other.

Was it based on reality? No. Ground Zero couldn't have liked you like you liked him, he didn't know who he had saved and likely didn't look back on that event. He was a busy hero who saved people daily. He wouldn't know your name, but you could always dream maybe he would hold you like he did when you were hurt.

So there you were, in a chair with the lights on you and your interviewer.

"Your album is named Loved One, are you trying to send a message to a certain someone?" The man asks as he cleans his glasses with a wipe.

You fiddle with your hands on your lap, a half smile on your face. "It's a love song for someone, yes. But if he's ever heard it I'm not sure."

"Your songs have been in the top ten, with Sweet Delights being number one for seven weeks straight. Surely he's heard one of them."

True. Your music was popular. But did he ever hear them? Would he know it was him you were talking about when you sang?

Of course not. That's why you wrote your feelings with no fear of being found out.

"He's a very special man, I can't say he has the time for music." You turn your face as a small blush fans your cheeks. "He's a hero, I'm sure he's too busy to listen to the radio."

The interviewer leans forward in his seat, a grin tugging at his lips. "A hero?"

The live audience begins to whisper and you can hear the names of heroes being tossed around.

Deku. Shoto. Chargebolt. Cellophane.

Ground Zero.

"Yeah." You chuckle. "He saved me during an accident. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving my life."

"Love at first attack."

"Something like that."

"What would you say to him if he were here right now?" The interviewer leans back in his seat.

You look down at your lap, twiddling with your thumbs as you try to come up with the words. You've written dozens of songs, but what words would you give him?

"Thank you. For being my hero. I've written you love songs I never thought you'd hear. Maybe I thought it would make you feel the same way I feel for you." You look up from your lap and chuckle, this time a tad bit weaker. "Silly isn't it? I get to know so much about him but I'm just a dime a dozen that he saves. He doesn't even know my name."

The interviewer scoots forward and hands you one of the tissue boxes on his desk. You aren't about to start crying but you appreciate the gesture and take it from him anyway.

"Love can be tough. But you've written plenty about it haven't you?"

A light chuckle comes from the crowd.

You smile. "I know enough about pinning for someone who will never know me."

"What is his name? Maybe we could get him on here, get you a coffee date." He says in a playful tone.

What's the worst that could happen?

"Well, this is a little embarrassing, but it's Ground Zero." You rub your neck as the crowd collectively gasps. "He saved me after a concert I held, and ever since then he's been on my mind. I thought it was creepy, so I figured I would use my music as an outlet. My album is dedicated to unrequited love and accepting it. Hopefully I'll accept it one day too."

For a moment the interviewer is quiet, but when you look closer you see a smile is building on his face.

He clears his throat and lifts his remote control to the screen behind the both of you. "Ironically, in the west wing of the building, we're holding an interview with Ground Zero himself."

The screen turns on to show Ground Zero seated with his own interviewer.

They were watching your interview live.

And he just heard your admission to liking him.

Your grip on the tissue box tightens as you see his eyes scanning you.

Oh god you were going to be sick.

He stands up and walks out of the room. All you feel is lead in your gut as you watch the television move onto commercial.

Your interviewer presses on the Bluetooth in his ear and nods along to whatever the people were saying. But you didn't want to hear any of it. All you felt was dread.

He heard.

He must think you were crazy. It was his job to save people! He didn't do it out of chivalry or kindness like some knight in a fairytale!

You let go of the box and cover your face with your hands. The crowd was talking now, you couldn't catch what they were saying but they were going wild.

Deciding to see what was getting the crowd so riled up, you look to the doors.

And there he is.

Standing across the room with his eyes glued to yours.

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So there you are. No words were forming and you felt like you were being sucked into the Twilight Zone.

The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle in his full gear and makes his way straight to you.

You cover your face again as the interviewer speaks to him.

"The man of the hour, Ground Zero ladies and gentlemen!" He announces, but the crowd was already roaring with energy.

You feel the hero stand in front of you, mostly because he blocked your light, and soon you were wondering if you could sink into the cushions and disappear forever. Let Loved One be your momento mori, your swan song before you disappeared off the face of the earth.

"Hey."

No no no no- no!

You hear his gear shift and from the cracks between your fingers you see him crouch in front of you.

"Stop filming." He says to the interviewer.

"We still have five minutes to break-" The interviewer starts up but stumbles on his words. You hear the pop of small explosions and the murmur of the crowd.

"Break for two!" The producer calls from backstage.

"Hey."

This time, you lower your hands to cover your mouth, looking at Ground Zero with half of your face covered.

He looked just as he had when he rescued you, minus him being in his winter gear. But it was all the same. Even the tone he was using with you. Like you were fragile.

"Did you mean it?" He asks, his head nodding towards the screen above. "What you said about me."

"I.. I did." You uncover your face, using your nervous energy to hold onto the box of tissues instead, squeezing the life out of the poor box. "Every word. You saved me and I'm grateful." You look down in shame, unable to utter the next words while looking him in the face. "I- I know it's weird, to like someone you know so little about-”

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Huh?"

"My name, is Bakugou Katsuki." He grips your chin gently and tugs you to look at him. He had a small grin on his face. "Go to dinner with me and I'll debate letting you call me Katsuki."

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wolvesandpetals · 3 years

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Loki x Sylvie Post-Finale Fanfiction (Angst, Rated Teen) Part 2 of 2

Part 1 is here:

She never knew it would hurt this much when the person she loves is right in front of her, but she can't reach out and touch him; when she is still her, he is still him, but everything else has changed, like an invisible lever in an old theatre changing the scenery in the background, bringing them both to the part of the play where they are hopelessly lost.

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All it took was one single moment, one single decision, and everything feels irrevocably broken now. It makes her contemplate on the true nature of relationships, how fragile they are, and how easy it is to shatter them- and her.

The smoke is slowly clearing, and all that seems to be left is a man who is doing his best to keep his distance from her, physically and emotionally.

She can tell from the way he stands with his arms crossed, or his fists clenced when his hands are by his side, that he really doesn't want to hold her hand. How can something so simple as the touch of his fingers be so vital to her existence that it feels like something has been ripped out from inside her?

She wants to reach out and touch him, but she is scared that if he pulls away outright, any hope of reconciliation that she still has left will shatter into pieces.

And she really needs this hope. It's the only thing she still has left. It's the only thing that keeps her going.

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He looks like a man with a mission.

They spent quite a long time together, running from the TVA, running towards the citadel at the end of time, hoping to achieve their goal of bringing down the one behind the curtains.

But that was her mission, and he was there for her. She was the one behind the wheels, he was the one keeping the sails afloat.

Now it's different. Now he has a defined goal, a glorious purpose.

She's seeing him in a whole new light now, and not just because he has switched to Asgardian leather and metal armors.

As far as she is concerned, she is better off doing it all alone. One woman army, nobody to get in her way, nobody to screw up her plans. Nobody to blame her if it all goes to shit.

Or so it was, until two months ago, when Mobius decided to enlist her help in fixing the multiversal madness.

She has never really worked with people before, and it's weird, to say the least. She never considered herself a team player, but she is finding herself hating the idea less and less lately.

And she swears it has nothing to do with him. Not the fact that they are working together, and seeing his face first thing in the morning brings her a sense of calm that she quite can't explain. Or the fact that their rooms are next to each other and it makes her feel secure enough to finally get some rest at nights. Or that this whole arrangement has kept them on talking terms, when they had gone their own separate ways otherwise.

Nothing to do with that at all.

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Humans are stupid, and the biggest evidence of this is how they decided that two extremely powerful Gods skilled at magic, enchantment, and defeating an evil extra dimensional cloud that swallows everything it touches, should be delegated to the role of research. "You're clever. You're good at reading people. You can put yourselves in the shoes of the bad guys, no offense", they said, but really, what they meant was, "We can't trust you out in the field much." She knows it, he knows it. She just doesn't know why he's complying.

That's how they find themselves researching every single day.

She likes to think he's not the only reason why she's studying in the library instead of in the comfort of her room, but that'd be a lie.

At first, he chooses to sit at a separate table. But she keeps going over to his to "get his opinion" on something in the file she's reading, and finally, he gives in. Their current arrangement consists of him sitting in the chair in front of her, to the left, prim and proper, while she hoists her feet up on the table.

He falls asleep on the desk one night, face smacked against a file, the tiniest bit of drool forming at the corner of his mouth. It would be a hilarious sight, if her heart wasn't feeling what she can only describe as longing.

They should probably talk about it, like mature adults, but neither of them know how to do that.

All she can do right now is gather the courage to run her fingers through his hair. The touch is hesitant at first, as if one wrong move would make him wake up and push her back to square one. Slowly, she relaxes, letting her fingers dance on his scalp.

He stirs in his sleep. "Please Sif. I'm sorry. Don't cut off my glorious locks, please."

Now this is a story she must hear when things are better.

If things are better.

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Doctor Strange joins them very briefly, very rarely, but the tension between him and Loki is hard to miss. It's worse than the current situation with her, and that's saying something.

"You don't really like Stephen, do you?"

Something inside him seems to shift, but he masks it behind a non-chalant look immediately and just arches an eyebrow at her. "He's Stephen now, is he?"

"Well, that is his name." She shrugs. "What do you call him?"

"Strange", he spits the word out with an amount of irritation that indicates there definitely is a story there. "That is his name", he mimics.

She can't help the smirk that spreads across her lips. "What did he do to you?"

"Nothing", he lies, ignoring the horrifying flashbacks of thirty minutes of endless falling. Not a single soul must ever know a mere human got the best of him. "What can he do to me? I'm a God among those mortals. He just irks me because he is so pompous, and arrogant, and he ceaselessly uses magic to toy with others."

She pretends to think deeply. "Now where have I seen that before?"

He scoffs. "You mock me, but I am nothing like him. For one, I am not rude."

"He seems fine to me", she declares decisively.

It's the first time in months that he gives her a cheeky grin. "That's because you're rude too."

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They are still just containing the threats to their world, instead of finding a way to fortify the barriers between worlds and stop the threats from coming.

"Shouldn't we have a plan to seal off the other worlds from ours?" She asks him one day.

"They are working on it." He tells her, and then with a look of worry, adds, "I hope."

There are debates on what to do at the Avengers tower and at the TVA. Nobody seems to agree on what the best course of action is, but everyone seems to be following the general instructions of Doctor Strange.

During one such meeting, a Minuteman makes the mistake of voicing out loud how she wondered if things would be better if they were running according to their old boss's plans.

Sylvie feels the guilt wash over her once more.

"No", Loki tells them all firmly. The determination in his voice takes her completely by surprise. "Evil is evil. Lesser, greater, middling, makes no difference. The degree is arbitrary. The definition’s blurred." She catches him steal a glance at her direction. "We couldn't have left a dictator in charge just because it's convenient. Listen, I'm the bad guy. I've done horrible, unspeakable things. I thought humans needed to be ruled. I wanted to rule. But even I know that it's not right to take away a person's life completely. These are innocent people. You are innocent people. You have families back home, parents, children", a pause and a softening of his features, "-love. A whole past, a whole future. That man had no right to take it away from you."

His powers of persuasion are foreign to her, and it's mesmerizing to watch. Her enchantments cannot hold a candle to how he is able to just talk people into doing what he wants, thinking what he thinks, seeing what he sees.

"He who remains had a plan. One, singular plan, from one, singular man." There is absolute conviction in his voice. "It's not the only way. We'll find another way. A better way."

She has never known what it is like to have someone see you for who you are- broken and flawed, and defend you- even your well-intentioned actions that yielded different results than what you expected and hurt them in the process. She suspects it has been the same for him, a lifetime of not having anyone have his back.

The warm feeling inside her is brand new. What is the name of this? Comfort? Relief?

Happiness?

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This will be their first time out in the field in a long time, and she feels a little sick to the stomach.

He notices. "Are you alright?"

The concern in his voice tugs at her heartstrings. She nods. She has faced way worse, she shouldn't be so nervous about this, but she is. "I've never done this before."

"We can always just kill him and blame it on the Chitauris", he suggests with a serious face.

"I heard that", Peter yells from the other room, where he is doing whatever it is that teenagers do to prepare for battle.

She shakes her head in disbelief. "I can't believe we're babysitting."

"I've done this before", he assures her, and it surprises her to picture him being entrusted with such a serious task. "The trick is to conjure up illusions that keep them distracted enough to not cry."

She laughs. "You're thinking of infants. This one is a little older."

"I'm over a thousand years old, Sylvie. They're all infants to me."

Peter joins them, mask covering his face so that he doesn't reveal his identity. "So what do I call you? Loki and Loki? That's confusing. How about Loki and Lady Loki? Or is that offensive? I'm not suggesting women are inferior, because they're absolutely not..."

"Does he come with an off switch?" She whispers in horror as Peter rambles on.

Loki grins. With one wave of his hand and a flash of green, Peter's own webbing shoots out and seals his mouth shut.

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Things are fine but not fine at the same time. He's right there beside her, but not there at all. They have their banters, they have their stolen glances, but they haven't had a meaningful conversation since that first day when she got back. She's been putting it off for a long time, but she knows they really do need to have the talk.

She corners him in his room one evening while he's tinkering with a temporal collar. She takes a seat in the chair next to his bed and rests her hand on the table, leaning her head against her palm, before switching position and crossing her arms and legs. Everything about her posture screams uneasiness. If he notices- he probably does- he doesn't say anything.

"You defended me that day."

He briefly looks up from the task at hand and gives her a soft smile. "Of course."

She blinks. "I don't understand." Her hands involuntary rise up to rub her temples. "If you can justify my actions to them, then how can you still be mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you", he says without missing a beat.

"Rubbish", her words come out angrier than she intended. This frustration is the result of the months of status quo they have had. She has to know now, one way or the other. "You're distant. You're guarded", she accuses. Then her voice breaks, as she feels a part of her break all over again with her next words. "You don't hold my hand. Why? Tell me."

He abandons the collar and focuses his full attention on her. Staring straight into her eyes, he answers her. "You know why."

"I wouldn't be asking if I did. Look, if it's because I chose the mission over you-"

"-Of course it's not that." He says decisively. Then a sad smile clouds his face. It's the same look he had when she accused him of conning her to gain the throne. "Do you think I'm the type of man who would want a woman to abandon her life-long ambitions just because she has met someone?"

She knows he isn't. But it still doesn't answer why he is so cross with her. "What is it then?"

He pauses for a moment, trying to decide whether he wants to bare his soul out to her once more or not. There are two ways he can go from here- choose to not let her in again and save himself from the hurt, or trust her again and open himself up to potential pain.

Who is he kidding? Pushing her away- keeping her away- doesn't hurt any less.

There were a thousand things that had to go wrong to bring two Lokis from two universes together. A connection like that, it doesn't just happen.

And it doesn't just go away. The pain is constant, it's a part of him, pounding like a second heart every second he has to stop himself from reaching out for her hand.

This has to come to an end.

He takes in a deep breath, bracing himself. "You didn't have to send me away, Sylvie. I wanted to stop you from making the same mistakes I did. But in the end, I didn't care what you chose. I just wanted us to do it together."

She never even imagined this could be the reason for his hurt. All these months spent thinking he hates her for her choices, and now it turns out he is hurt simply because she chose to do it alone? "I'm sorry." She says sincerely. "I just wanted you to be safe."

"And I just wanted to be there with you till the end." He confesses. His eyes shimmer with the emotions he has kept bottled in for so long. "You go, I go."

She doesn't know what to say to that. She has never been good at articulating her feelings. Tears stream down her cheeks at the realisation that even after everything, he is still there for her.

She didn't cry even back at Lamentis when they thought they were going to die. She doesn't let anyone see her cry when she is sad or scared. That's all she has known her whole life. She's used to it by now.

This is new. These are tears of relief. Comfort.

Happiness.

Tentatively, she crosses over to the bed and sits by his side.

It's quiet for a few minutes. But unlike the months of tension so thick she could cut it into splices with her daggers, this is comfortable silence. The kind they had before it all went wrong.

"Did you even miss me?" He whispers.

"What kind of silly question is that? Of course I did." Her shaking hands grab his, and oh how she missed this.

He intertwines their fingers. His eyes draw closed. Bliss. That's the only word for this feeling.

He opens his eyes again and studies her. She's staring back at him, teary-eyed, but with a hopeful smile. "Really? Because you have a really unique way of showing it. You didn't even come looking for me."

"I didn't know how to face you", she tells him honestly. No tricks, no enchantment, no treachery. Not with him. "I didn't know if you even wanted to see me." Her voice grows quieter, dropping to a timbre that perfectly encapsulates her deepest fear. "I thought you hated me."

"Hate you?" He is shocked that she thinks that is even possible, specially after seeing him these last few months. "Sylvie, I'm working with the Avengers. The Avengers. Do you know how much I hate them? They are my nemesis. They're self-righteous, condescending, and so completely dull. Every second with them makes me want to rip their hearts out. Why do you think I'm here with them?"

She thinks she knows. But she needs to hear it anyway.

"It's because of you." He lays it all out on the table. All cards on deck, win or lose. "You've been running away. I have been the one who has been here, trying to hold down the fort, working to fix everything. Because that is what one does when one loves-"

Shit. The word slips out before he realises it.

Their eyes go wide in unison.

"Sylvie, I-"

"-Don't you dare take it back now." She warns him. "I-" She doesn't know how to say it either. They make such a great pair, both equally daft at saying how they feel, like they are teenagers, not Gods who have lived for centuries. "I've been running because I didn't think I could bear the burden of knowing I found you and then I lost you. I don't want to lose you. Not now, not ever."

He kisses the back of her hand, before letting it go. He cups her face, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs. "I don't want to lose you either."

She leans in closer, until their foreheads touch. She can feel his breath on her face, warm and soft. That is exactly how she feels inside. "You won't", she promises. "You go, I go."

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(Quote on Lesser Evil from The Witcher. Thanks for reading!!)

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lexi-evans · 3 years

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𝖈𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉 𝖔𝖓𝖊'𝖘 | Draco Malfoy x weasley! Reader

Convincing Draco to celebrate Christmas with you, at the burrow.

warning: Fluff.

“Come on, Draco. Please, please! Pretty please!!?” Draco sighed, glancing at you. You looked at him with puppy doe eyes, you knew he can't resist them. He knows, he can't say no to you. “Fine, I'll go with you. Don't blame me if they don't accept me —”

“That's rubbish, dray. They'll love you” you replied, placing your head on his chest. “trust me” You hugged him, he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist. Both of you are laying in the couch cuddling,in his common room, by the fire place. “I love you, and I'm sure they'll love you too”

He hummed in response, as you played with his hair. “Can I kiss you?” “Do you even have to ask?” and soon just one kiss turned into full make out session.

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“Come on, Dray!! It's almost time, the carriages will be leaving soon!” You spoke, practically dragging Draco with you. After the night when you convinced Draco to come along with you to the Burrow.

You immediately wrote letter to Molly, and to say she was more than okay to let draco stay in the burrow. You were delighted, despite the protests from you're twin brother Ron. He's not very happily with the fact that his twin sister is dating his ‘enemy’.

You moved on from the past. Draco is no longer the same greasy haired, arrogant, daddy's little boy anymore. He can make his own decisions and follow his heart instead of doing whatever his father ordered him to do so. He apologized, you forgave him.

When the blonde realized he fell for the redhead, he knew he's definitely going to have to stop being the git he was. So, he changed. He no longer calls muggleborns as mudbloods. He doesn't torment first years anymore. Better yet, had managed to befriend Harry and apologized to Granger.

After going through all of that, the twins. Fred and george gave him permission to take you on a date. But of course threatened him they'll hex him to oblivion, if he broke their little sister's heart. But they knew he genuinely is in love with you.

“Aren't you going to sit with me?” He asked, frowning when he saw you stopped at the compartment where the golden trio were seated. “I'll come over later, don't worry. You go ahead” you replied giving him a toothy grin. He nodded before heading off to find Zabini and Nott.

Ron snickered. You sighed “why can't you just be happy for me?”

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The first two days at the burrow, are fun. Molly and Arthur are both fine with draco being you're boyfriend. They think he's sweet, which he is. You guys played quidditch, made gingerbread house. After being forced to spend along with draco together in the house.

Ron was too getting along just fine, with draco. And you couldn't be more happier.

Finally, it was the day. Christmas!

“What's gotten you so happy, sis?” Ginny nudged your side, Hermione laughed at your confused face. “Any reason, why you're smiling like an idiot?” she asked.

Ron and Draco are playing chess, while Harry is helping out Molly. The twins are testing out their new products, while arthur is reading newspaper.

“It's just... I feel like, Finally everything's going just like I always wanted. You know what I mean?” Ginny shook her head. Fred gave george a puzzled look.

“I've got everything I ever wanted, Gin. A perfect life I can ask for” you got everyone's attention in the room. Who were listening to you, carefully.

“parents who I absolutely adore —” You walked over to Molly, wrapping an arm around her giving a light squeeze. She gave you a warm smile. Arthur smiled at his daughter, dearly.

“overprotective brother's who I love —” you walked over to the couch, elbows pressing on the couch as you leaned.where Fred and george were sitting. Both grinning, widely.

Draco watched his girlfriend, with such adoration. He always admired how much you cared about everyone around you.

“An annoying, twin brother —” you said, playfully, ruffling his hair.Ron rolled his eyes, smiling.

“Fierce sister —” Ginny chuckled.

“Two best friends, one who attracts not only girls but mostly danger —” You gave Harry a teasing look. Ron gave him a mocking expression which Harry mirrored. “the other one, who's the mum —” Hermione rolled her eyes, folding arms up to her chest.

“But still the brightest and intelligent one —”

Hermione shook her head in disbelief, but couldn't wipe off the smile on her face.

“Last but not least, my lovely boyfriend who I love to the moon and back —”

Eyes shifted to Draco, who looked awkwardly flustered. His cheeks painted with crimson dust. Of course, he didn't expect you to say you love infront of everyone.

“Nothing is better than spending time on Christmas with loved one's” Harry spoke, wrapping arm around Ginny's waist who blushed at the sudden action.

“That is very true” agreed Ron.

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“What present did you get me?” you asked Draco who scratch the back of his head.

You looked at him suspiciously, and then the basket. Once you removed the clothe, a puppy jumped out. In instinct, you jumped at first quickly melted.

“No way!!” You stared at the small puppy, amused. “I know how much you like animals and I wasn't sure if you lik—”

“Are you kidding? I LOVE IT!!!” You giggled as the puppy licked your face. You stood up tip toeing, wrapping arms around his neck.

Clearly forgetting there are other people in the house. The lot went ‘Aww’ looking at the two flustered couple. You burried your face into his chest. Draco laughed at your cuteness. Draco giggled, placing a soft kiss at your temple.

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“You look cute” You mumbled. Everyone went back to their rooms, whilst you and Draco stayed up, cuddling with each other by the fire place. Draco hummed. He is wearing one of the sweaters Molly knitted, his blonde hair a little messy with you playing with it.

He wore grey sweatpants and scarlet extra pair socks to keep his feet warmer.. while, you were also wearing almost same clothes. “You look adorable”. You stayed quiet for few moments in comfortable silence. Draco pressed soft kisses in the exposed skin he could find, murmuring sweet things about how much he loves you and how make him happy.

Draco showed affection mostly with touch. And you know that. “Mum likes you, you know?”

“Really?” he said in amused tone. You hummed in response.

“Draco?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you”

“I love you, honey”

“Merry Christmas, dray”

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” that was the last thing, you heard before you slowly drifted off to sleep. Draco looked down at you as you slept peacefully next to him. You're head on his chest, few strands of hair lightly covering your face, lips slightly parted as low snores left.

Draco felt so god dang lucky to have someone, amazing like you by his side, forever.

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A/N: I would like to apologize for not posting much lately because I'm sick, (still am) but anyways, MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! Also thank you so much for 112 Followers!! I love you all so much, hope you're having a great day!! Also, Requests are open! And you can also slyther-in to my dm's anytime!! Once again, merry christmas!! [Writing fics, while being sick SUCKS]

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Gimme Love, 7/9 (Miz Cracker/Blair St Clair) - Grinder

AN: Sorry in advance, but this chapter is kinda short. But we do get more conflict, more drama. 3 more chapters! Who's pumped? No one.

TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: Brief blood mentions.

2020

Remember how I said I was on a journey towards happiness? In the beautiful world of Brianna Caldwell, life said, "Nah."

The next day, it was apparent that things were only getting worse.

"Ed Sheeran is still on board," Joey stated matter-of-factly. He crossed his arms, the safety visor making a rustling sound as he did so.

He was joined by Nina, Alex, and Michael. A few of the lab team were at their desks, trying to ignore the current confrontation, including Jujubee.

She looked as if she wasn't paying attention to the ordeal, but I knew Jujubee like the back of my hand, and she was listening. I couldn't help but want her to speak up and help me out here. But she hadn't spoken to me since the day before.

"Yeah, he is." I put my hands on my hips, standing at the front of the lab, while Joey and his friends sat there and looked up at me.

"Why, though?" Joey continued to question.

"God, we already had this discussion," I spoke quietly, looking to the side for some sort of distraction.

"Yeah, but you said you'd figure something out." Nina input.

"Yeah, you did." Alex joined in. I glanced at Jujubee in the hopes she'd join the conversation. Her eyes remained on the chemical she was working with.

"Why did you choose him in the first place? Why not…" Michael paused, deciding to join the argument, "Bill Nye...or someone who actually has an interest in Space and Science."

"Yeah, for real. Like, you do realise that in years to come, when kids read about 'Neil Armstrong - the first man on the moon, they're gonna flip the page and see 'Ed Sheeran, confirmed the first man to enter another dimension.'" Alex added.

"Like, how do you even explain Ed Sheeran as a choice?" Nina held a hand out in questioning.

I finally found a crack and slipped back into the conversation, "Because your project manager is a disaster when she's drunk and makes stupid choices without even thinking."

"We know, Brie. You were drunk." Joey rolled his eyes like he was tired of hearing the same story.

"Maybe you should stop drinking." Alex squinted his eyes.

"Yeah, we don't wanna go there, but maybe this is a problem," Michael added to the point.

My eyes were becoming wider with every word they were saying. This was absolutely ridiculous. Again, I was hoping Jujubee would argue back, but she remained silent.

Nina, however, was the one to interject, "Jesus, guys. You're taking it a bit too far." She stood up and gathered her lab coat, "Look, we all do dumb shit when we're drunk. She's not a mess, OK?"

Joey laughed. I held back from calling him out for the time that I caught him hiding in the closet playing Candy Crush for an hour.

"Well, even so, she should take this into consideration," Alex suggested.

"And do what?" I unfolded my arms and held them out by my side, "call him and say 'JK, Ed. It was just a joke, Ed.'"

"Girl, you're the one who got us into this mess. You figure it out." Alex raised his voice. How very fair of him. I was the one who had to deal with this problem, yet they were the only ones who seemed to care.

"Mess is a bit of a harsh term." Nina pointed out.

"Exactly, there is no mess here. Juju and I have already figured this out," my gaze shifted towards her again, hoping the mention of her name would cause a reaction. Nothing, "So I'd appreciate it if I could stop getting all this flack. I don't need flack from you," I pointed at Joey, "I don't need flack from you," next, at Alex, "or you," then Michael, and I moved my finger in Nina's direction, "or...Jesus Christ, you're having a nose bleed."

Nina's hand flew straight up to her nose, pulling away and examining the red liquid. "Oh, my Lord!"

She tried wiping it. But more blood poured out like a faucet that had been slowly turned on.

"Can you just...get out of here and get that cleaned up?" It sounded bitchy. But I was panicking. I never did well with blood. Therefore I looked away and hid my face.

"Thanks for helping, boss." Joey practically snarled, handing Nina a bunch of tissues. Like hungry wolves following the scent of the blood, the 3 men followed her out of the room, Joey still scorning at me as he left.

It was just me and the other scientists left in the room.

I turned and moved to one of the counters, picking up screws and bolts as if I was actually interested in them. But I couldn't ignore the presence of my best friend.

Hearing shuffling, I turned. She was standing up and gathering her things.

"Juju." I approached her.

She only quickened the packing up process.

Reaching her bench, she was already turned in the direction of the door, "Juju, are you just gonna ignore me all day?"

Finally, she looked at me, adjusting her bag strap, "There's nothing to say."

"Oh really? Well, you can decide to drop me as a friend, but you're still working for me, so we need to communicate."

"OK," Jujubee shrugged, "Well, what do you need to discuss with me that's work-related?"

She got me there. Licking my lips, I breathed out with a quick sigh. "OK, look, last night, we didn't end on a good note. I'm not saying I was wrong, and neither were you. Can you just please set that aside and talk to me?"

She squinted her eyes. "So, I'm supposed to just let the problem keep building?"

"Juju!" I briefly raised my voice, a few of the other scientists glanced in our direction. Jujubee looked uneasy now. So I lowered my tone again. "OK. I'm just gonna say it. I fucked up. I fucking...wrote her a creepy message, and I don't know what to do, and I have no one to talk to about it."

She let out a sarcastic laugh, "You're still looking to use me as your therapist. You learned nothing from what I said, Brianna."

I was silent, incapable of speaking anything else.

She looked away to the ground, "This is taking up my lunchtime."

And with that, she moved to the door, the sound of her heels like a clock ticking down.

"Juju, what can I do?" I held my hands out by my sides. "How am I going to make you satisfied?"

With a hand opening the door, she was frozen for a moment. I thought she would have walked on and ignored me. But she looked over her shoulder and said, "When you realise she's not the one who cares about you."

She left the room, pulling the door closed. The noise caused me to flinch.

I turned around her words in my head.

Two of the scientists were whispering, one glancing at me. I felt my chest become tight. "Hey. This isn't a social gathering. Get back to work."

Despite their astonishment, they moved away from each other anyway.

I instantly felt like a bitch. Technically yeah, it was my job to keep everyone working. But I rarely raised my voice.

I left the room, seeking peace and quiet.

Sitting in my chair, I held my hands in my head, staring at the redwood desk. Moments like these should have felt like a luxury, just sitting there, relaxing. But my mind was racing with too many thoughts.

I had no idea what I could do to make amends with Jujubee. But I could try and sort this Ed Sheeran problem.

Loading up my emails, I opened the thread with Ed Sheeran (which was actually only 3 messages and most likely with his manager).

I hit reply and started typing.

'Listen, Ed. There's been an issue…'

No.

'Dear Mr Ed Sheeran, we regret to inform you…'

'Hello, Ed. It's Brianna from…'

'Ed, big fan of the work, but…'

I squeezed my eyes shut, already feeling exhausted, like each press of the backspace button represented a loss of a brain cell.

For all the achievements I had earned throughout the years, for all the accomplishments, why the fuck was this so damn hard?

The telephone rang, causing me to jolt. A sigh left my lips as I tried to breathe. Pressing the speaker, I said, "Jackie, what's up?"

Jackie, my receptionist, spoke, "Hey, honey. Your Mom's on line 2."

My hand clenched around my pen, already feeling that familiar sense of dread.

"OK, thank you," I spoke quieter.

I hesitated for a moment before finally clicking line 2.

"Hi, Mom," I uttered.

"Hi, baby." She said quietly. "How are you?"

"Fine." I lied. "Nothing really new here. How about you?"

"All good…" she sighed, then paused briefly, "Actually no. Things aren't good. I...lost my job. The usual, they found someone better. And I've been trying so hard to find a job."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yeah, and on top of that," she sighs again, "Brie, honey, there is no easy way to say this; Piggie's sick."

My breath caught in my throat, but I tried to remain calm. "What's wrong with him?"

"They said it's Lyme disease, Brianna. I...I don't know what's going to happen." Her voice cracked.

"Look, don't worry. I'm gonna send you money right now. It should cover the bills. He'll be - -"

"No, I didn't call you to ask for money." She said quickly, "I was just wondering...I know you're busy and everything…"

Fuck. My eyes squeezed together, hand tightening around the phone.

"But...I would love to see you. It's been nearly a year now." Her tone softened.

And immediately, I wanted to say no. Considering the circumstances, a visit would fuck with my head. Seeing Piggie, my emotional support through teenagehood would crush me.

"You there, baby?" She asked.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"I just...I don't want to be alone. What if the medical treatment fails? I'm gonna have no one, Brianna. I don't want that." She pauses again, and my chest tightens, tears filling my eyes. "Brie, baby, please come."

I can hear the pain in her voice. But I can't help but feel that sense of fear, the anxiety.

"Don't leave me alone to deal with this, please. I'm at my lowest. And I don't know if I could do it all by - -"

I hit 'end call'.

I put the phone back and rested my head in my hands.

I knew this was my fault - our strained relationship. I could only see that now, how emotionally unstable I was. That sounds like a joke, right? I just didn't expect it to be this bad.

Nothing was getting better.

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2004

I threw my bag in the back seat before climbing in the front. My hair was soaked from the rain. I literally just ran from the school to Mom's car, not even outside for that long, yet so much rain.

I said nothing, only rubbed my hands together to keep warm.

"So, the schools flooded?" Mom asked.

"Yeah."

"The whole school?" She looked past me and to the building, an eyebrow raised. "It doesn't look that bad."

"It's just the shop classes and cafeteria, to be honest." I put my hands between my thighs to make the warming up process happen quicker.

"That's a bit unnecessary to send you all home."

"Yeah, well, I'm not complaining."

Mom fired up the engine, and we were set for home. There was a moment of silence that fell among us. Nothing out of the ordinary.

But when she turned the radio down, I knew we were in for a discussion.

"That's not the only thing the school called me about today." She started.

"Oh?" I looked out the window. I don't know why but I assumed they had finally exposed me for smoking around the back of the building. But it was doubtful as I had stopped during the Summer.

"They're concerned about you, Brie." And so was she, now that I could hear it in her tone. "Your grades have only gotten better the slightest amount."

"Well, I can't just go from a C to an A in a matter of days." I still looked out the window. "And besides, I'm staying behind every other day for extra studying."

"Are you sure you're not just flaking and hanging out with Jujubee instead?" There it was, the accusatory tone.

I looked at her now. "No? And if it makes you feel better, you can call her Mom and ask. How's that sound?" I scoffed, "God, I don't need this. Not like I'm dealing with enough at school anyway."

"Well," she was silent for a moment as if daring herself to speak again, "Not that I'd know, I mean, you don't really open up to me about school."

"Yeah, because there's nothing you can do about it." Was I wrong? What could she do? Barge into the school with a gramophone and yell, 'Stop picking on my daughter!'

"About what?"

I rolled my eyes, "Doesn't matter. I don't wanna talk about it."

I could practically feel the way she held back from rolling her eyes.

"Well, the only other thing I can think of is that you're too focused on all this space stuff." She sounded more irked now. "You need to focus on your future, not all this make-believe crazy conspiracy theory shit."

"Oh, that crazy conspiracy theory shit that my Grandpa enjoyed?" My tone was slowly raising.

"I didn't mean it like that. I'm saying your Grandpa didn't make a living sitting around and fantasising about all of this stuff. He knew the difference between having a career and having a dream."

"Well, God, not like my interest hasn't got a thing to do with my future prospects, Mom. No. Who would have thought." The sarcasm was thick in my voice.

"Whatever it is you're striving towards, it sounds more like a dream to me. You need a more stable plan." Mom flicked the indicator quite aggressively.

"Oh my God," I laughed, "That's hilarious. You have no idea what I'm striving towards. You can't even tell me what it is."

"Does it matter??"

"Just shows how much you give a shit about me, right, Mom?"

We pulled up to a red light to Mom's delight because she pulled the handbrake.

"How dare you." She seethed, "How dare you speak to me like that. I have done nothing but give a shit about you all these years. I have been there for you, every nervous breakdown, every time you wanted to cry but wouldn't, every time you needed your Mother the most. I was the best Mother I could be because I know that deep down you were hurting." Her voice cracks. "I know that you struggled for so long, what with your parents and all, but I've done all I can to give you what they couldn't. I held you. I loved you. But now, what I'm getting back is this...attitude. All I did, Brie, was express my concern, and you immediately went on the defence." She paused again before lowering her tone, "And I know you want to hold on to this space stuff, so you don't lose someone else. And I know you're in pain. But is this actually what Grandpa would have wanted??"

We held each other's gaze for another moment before the light finally turned red. She started driving again.

But I wasn't done. "Really? All of that and for what, Mom? God, you have no idea what Grandpa wanted for me. If only you knew what he asked of me when he was lying in his deathbed."

"And what was that?" She raised a brow.

"It doesn't matter." I crossed my arms and was back to looking out the window.

"Of course." She stated.

"Just...stop, please. My grades will be better. Now, we're done having this conversation."

I could feel her seething, the heat of her anger radiating through the cramped vehicle. But she said no more.

Not even for the rest of the night.

#rpdr fanfiction #s10 #as5 #miz cracker #jujubee #blair st clair #blair x cracker #coming of age #hurt/comfort #lesbian au #high school au #angst #gimme love #grinder #tw blood mention

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Tension - B.B.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

For @gaybybirth 's 10k writing challenge 🌹 (Congrats again Molly, you deserve all the love 💞)

Promt: 26: “Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?”

Word count: 2,969

Genre: Fluff, Smut! 18+ only! [Oral (m receiving), riding]

Ever since you started working as an assassin for SHIELD, it was your dream to become a Part of the Avengers. And when only 6 month in, Fury introduced you to the one and only Tony Stark, it didn't took much time for you to convince him to add you to the team.

It would be more than an understatement to say you were excited when you moved into the Avengers tower and met everyone else. They were all really nice to you, even though you practically stuttered through you first day because of how nervous you were. You still managed to make friends with everyone, and now, a year later, they've basically became your family. You loved every single one of them, but one Person especially caught your attention. And that would be the metal-armed soldier.

In the back of your head, you always felt something for him. In the beginning, you believed it would just be admiration. He was an extremely attractive, polite guy. Who wouldn't feel at least a little attracted to him?

But then you spend a day at the gym with him. It wasn't the first time, but you usually had earplugs with music in to concentrate on your workout. You forgot them that day, thinking it would be alright. But then you heard Buckys deep groaning and heavy breaths, making you almost loose balance on your exercise bike. You felt heat rush trough you with every stressed moan that left his lips in such a sinful way that made even more sweat break out on your forehead.

Since then, you noticed even the smallest sexual things he did. Just his groans as he stretched while his shirt lifted slightly, making his prominent V-lines and the small patch of hair disappearing into his pants visible, it was enough to leave you clench your thighs together. You felt bad, he was your work partner. It was bad to think of him in the ways you did.

But then things changed completely. It started with you noticing Buckys stare while you were eating a Banana, in a completely non-sexual manner. As he realized you noticed his staring, he quickly looked away. A soft pink covered his cheeks while he shifted uncomfortably. A knowing grin spread on your face. You turned him on just as much as he turned you on.

After that, it became kind of like a battle between you two. He must have realized how thirsty you were over him as well as he made sure his work out noises were louder and more erotic like before; he was full on moaning and whimpering whenever you were around. But two could play this game. You stopped counting the times you bend down infront of his face or when you 'accidentally' pressed your butt in his crotch. The rest of the team was oblivious to this as you always acted like you always did around each other. None of you dared to actually talk to the other one about what was going on. But after months of him almost cumming in his pants from staring at you whenever you ate a phallus-shaped food, you've had enough.

It was the night of a charity event Tony hosted ever so often. You still couldn't believe how some people in the media could actually call him selfish, he was a really genuine person. You wouldn't be here without him.

You knew Bucky wasn't a big fan of these parties, but Tony always insisted that the whole team would show up. Thankfully, you thought, as you finally wanted to make a move on Bucky. You had bought a dress especially for this occasion. A black one, backless and not too long, with such a low neckline that left little to the imagination.

Finishing up your make up and hair, you took a look in the mirror. Your legs looked amazing with the complimenting heels, and the dark red lipstick made your lips look even more pouty than before. You smiled at yourself, confidence filling your nerves. You looked amazing.

"Are you ready in there?" Wanda called from outside your door, stepping inside. You grinned at her as her jaw almost hit the floor. "Damn! Where does all the Sexyness come from? I mean you always looked great but wow!" You rolled your eyes at her compliments, smiling. "You wanna impress someone with that?" She asked, a knowing grin on her face. You shrugged. "Maybe. We'll see how i goes." With that you linked your arms with hers, making your way to the elevator to join the party 2 floors below.

As soon as you entered the room, Wanda left your side as she spotted Vision. You took a breath, your eyes wandering across the room to find your friends. "Y/N!" A voice suddenly called, Sam walking towards you. "You look amazing, girl!" He grinned, his eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You chose to ignore his compliments; he was flirting with almost every girl he saw, it was his way of expressing kindness. "Where's the Rest?" You asked him, your eyes still searching through the crowd. Sam pointed into one direction before helping you squeeze trough the crowds of formally dressed people. As you finally spotted your friends, you were relieved to see Bucky was also there. "There she is!" Natascha called as soon as she saw you, pulling you in for a hug. "You look great!" "Thanks, you too!" You complimented her back before you turned to Bucky. A grin spread on your face as you saw his reaction. His eyes were wide open, his jaw a little slack as he eyed you up and down. As his gaze found yours you bit your lip, smiling. He blinked a couple times before gulping, turning away to take a sip of his Scotch.

Got him.

The rest of the evening consisted of him almost constantly staring at you from his spot by the bar while you walked around the room and talked to different people. It annoyed you that he didn't say anything. So you'd have to do that yourself as well.

As your current conversation ended, you turned to look at Bucky across the room. He quickly looked away, pretending like he hadn't been staring at you the whole time. He kept his gaze away as you approached him, taking the spot beside him before ordering a Martini. Neither you nor Bucky said anything for a while as you just nipped on your drinks. You were tired of your games. So you turned to him, noticing his cheeks immediately flushing, his glass between his lips. "So, are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?" Your sudden boldness made him almost choke on his drink before he turned to you, a horrified look on his face. "What?" "Don't play dumb on me, Barnes. Our little game was fun and all, but it's getting on my nerves. I know you want me just as much as I want you." You kept a serious expression as his face went completely red. "I-I don't know what you're-what you mean, I-" You rolled your eyes and huffed out a laugh.

"You're seriously gonna play this card? Right after you were practically undressing me with your eyes since the second you first saw me in this dress?" He wouldn't meet your gaze as he kept his eyes on the glass in his hands, his jaw clenching. At least he wasn't denying it anymore. Your lips curled into a small smile as you leaned over to him, steadying yourself on his thigh. You felt his muscles stiffen under your palm as you lent to his ear. "If you actually want to get me out of this dress and fuck me, I'll be in my room." You left him without another word, heading towards the elevator. You told Tony you weren't feeling well on your way, needing a reason to leave the party.

Back in your room, you got rid of your earrings and bracelets. They would just be in the way, you thought to yourself. You sat down against the soft cushions, excited about what was about to happen. But that excitement sank with every passing minute Bucky hasn't joined you. Panic began to risen: Didn't he feel the way you thought? Did you make a complete fool of yourself?

Ready to leave the room to die in embarrassment, you suddenly heard a soft knock on the door before Bucky stepped in. His breath was heavy, his eyes dark. You smiled at him. "What took you so long?" He got rid of his tie and jacket, laying them over your small armchair. "Couldn't stand up for a solid 3 minutes after you said that to me." His hand gestured to the very obvious tent in his jeans. You bit your lip as you stared at his crotch. That you actually could work him up so much with simple words excited you. "So you're finally gonna take what you want?" You asked teasingly, looking up at him as innocent as possible. He growled at that, stepping closer as he took your chin between his fingers, tilting it up to meet your gaze. "I sure am, doll." He grinned devilish.

It only took a second for him to be on top of you, his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss. He groaned as you tugged on his long locks carefully, his eyes closing. "Fuck, I've wanted this for so long." He confessed before biting his lip, looking down at you hungrily. A smirk formed on your face. "So? Stop talking and do something." You swear you could see his pupils dilate as he growled, head dipping down to nip on the sensitive skin of your neck. Your eyes closed as a sigh left your lips, turning into a moan as you felt his flesh hand move up your thigh, under your dress. He gently squeezed your ass, causing you to rub yourself up against his bulge. Shaky moans left both your mouths as he pressed against you, moving you against him.

"Bucky." You moaned softly, hearing him groan against your neck where he was still leaving small hickeys. "Buck, come on. I'm sick of the teasing." That caused him chuckle. "Really that desperate, doll?" He kept rolling his hips down against yours, watching in amusement as you grew impatient. Quickly, you swung your leg around him and pushed your weight against him. That took him by suprise as he was now beneath you with you directly on his crotch. Now it was your turn to grin down at him as you moved your hips in circles. You watched as his head fell back, his hands falling to your hips as his eyes closed.

They quickly shot open as you raised your dress over your head, a groan leaving Bucky at your exposed breasts. "You're so beautiful." He spoke, making you blush slightly. You quickly popped the buttons of his dress shirt open, helping him shed it off. Your lips found his exposed torso, leaving kisses on his impressive muscles and the scars where metal met skin.

Slowly, you made your way down his body. Kissing your way down his abs and his happy trail, stopping at the top of his pants to look up at him. His breathing was heavy, his gaze not leaving you. You bit your lip before popping his pants open, sliding them down his legs. Your eyes fell to the impressive bulge in his tight, black underwear. You pulled the last remaining piece of clothing off him, immediately taking him into your mouth. You've waited long enough for this.

Buckys eyes immediately rolled into the back of his head, his back lifting itself slightly off the sheets as a deep groan left him. "Jesus Y/N, warn a guy." He chuckled, quickly turning into a moan as you sucked on his sensitive tip. "Jesus Christ." He whimpered, eyes shut tightly as pleasure filled his veins. You kept concentrating on the head of his cock, your hand slowly pumping the rest of it as you watched him fall apart. The wetness between your legs grew by the second. Seeing him in this state was even better than your imagination.

"Babygirl, you gotta stop. I really don't want to cum like this." Bucky said, voice broken as he tried to pull you off him gently. You let go off him with a pop, crawling back up his body. Your lips found his again, your tongues immediately battling for dominance. As he tried to get you beneath him, you pushed against him to keep him down. "You're not the one in charge right now, Buck." You teased, keeping him from protesting as you leaned off him to take your panties off. His eyes immediately fell to the Glistening between your legs as he swallowed thickly. He was sure he has never been this turned on before; his mind was clouded with pleasure while his body practically screamed for you.

Since you didn't want to wait anymore, you reached inside your bedside drawer to fish a Condom out. Bucky simply watched as you ripped it open, still in disbelief that this was really happening. That the girl he has been dreaming of is there, naked infront of him, about to have sex with him. He was brought back to reality as you rolled the condom onto him, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

"Hey, you sure about this?" You asked him, caressing his thigh carefully. You noticed that his thoughts were a little off, and you wanted to make sure he was still on board. He quickly nodded. "Still can't believe this is really happening, that's all." He added honestly, making you smile.

You swung your leg back over his hips, reaching behind you to take his dick into your hand and guide it between your folds. A content sigh left his lips as he felt your wetness. Slowly, you sunk down on him, groaning as he stretched you in the most perfect way. "Fuck, you feel amazing." Bucky moaned, eyes closed as his hands gripped your hips. Once he bottomed out, you waited a second to adjust to him. You felt his fingers caress your skin and you smiled at the gesture. Slowly, you lifted yourself up and dropped down again as you both moaned in unison. You circled your hips and moved up and down, falling into a quick rythm. His hands were tight at your side as he tried to meet your thrust, quiet moans and groans leaving his lips as you rode him. "Shit, wait a second." He suddenly said, making you stop your movements immediately. "Did i do something wrong?" You asked, concerned. He shook his head. "You're going too fast. I've been dreaming about this, i want this to last." He slightly nudged your hip, and this time you let him roll the two of you over.

Bucky lifted your legs around his waist, his metal hand staying on your thigh as he thrusted into you at a slow pace. Shaky moans left both your lips before he leaned down, his mouth finding yours. In this moment you realized this wasn't meaningless fucking; it was making love.

Bucky kept his slow but pleasing pace, shifting his hips every now and then to graze against your g-spot. The room was filled with quiet moans, heavy breaths and kissing noises. You knew you could spend the rest of your life like this, with the man of your dreams, slowly thrusting himself into you in the most loving way.

The knot in your stomach built slowly, almost sneakily. You felt Buckys thrusts get a little faster as he slowly lost control, searching his release. "Shit, James." You sighed in pleasure. His name on your lips made him completely loose it as his hips snapped against yours. You cried out as his metal hand found your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. "I'm so close Buck, fuck." You warned, head thrown back as you felt yourself clench around him. "Cum for me, babygirl, come on." He spoke between gritted teeth, dangerously close to his release.

Your orgasm rushed over you as you bit his right shoulder, silencing your screams as your walls contracted around Bucky. He followed quickly after, his lower lip between his teeth, silencing his moans as he spilled into the condom. After a couple more thrusts, he let his weight drop onto you. The both of you were breathing heavily, sweat covering your bodies.

"Wow." Bucky said after a couple seconds of silence in which you tried to catch your breaths. You let out a chuckle, agreeing. "Better than i could've ever imagine." You added, feeling Bucky smile against your neck. He slowly lifted himself back up, pecking your lips before sliding out of you to drop down beside you. He got rid of the condom, tying it before throwing it away. He pulled you to him, making you cuddle up to his side before he reached for the duvet to cover the both of you. For a couple minutes, you just enjoyed the silence between the two of you. You could hear his heart beating against your ear, making you smile against his skin.

"So...what now?" Bucky suddenly asked. You lifted your head to look at him, confused. "What do you mean?" "With us. I mean-I don't want this to be one time thing." He spoke, nervous about your reaction. But his expression softened again as he saw the soft smile on your face. "I don't want that either. I've wanted this for far too long." He grinned down at you, nodding in agreement. This was only the beginning.

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