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Honey Girl. Chapter Four.

Chapter One. Chapter Two. Chapter Three. Chapter Five. Chapter Six. Chapter Seven. Chapter Eight. Chapter Nine. Series Masterlist. The Playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - You and Bucky deal with the fallout of Cora's reveal. What's that saying? If you love something, let it go...

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend! Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. angst. alcohol consumption.

Word Count - 5k

Author's Note - i can only apologise that this chapter took a little while!! my life is at a super weird place rn, so i'm just trying to find the time when i can. words cannot describe how incredible all of your support is for Honey Girl. the fact you all reblog and comment and send me asks means the world to me. love you all so much.

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You can't breathe.

It's like all of the oxygen has been sucked out of the air, leaving it dry, brittle, sterile. Your lungs are burning, scratched like sandpaper. The backyard is spinning, like teenagers at a roller rink - all flashing lights and endless rotations.

You haven't taken your eyes off of Bucky, and he hasn't taken his eyes off of you. If you were thinking more logically, you'd probably realise that you've been staring at each other for too long, and it's starting to look a little suspicious. You don't care.

Your ears are ringing. It's like there's been an explosion, and you're scattered amongst the debris. Smoke, flames, rubble. A catastrophic detonation in your parents backyard.

A gentle hand on your shoulder snaps you back to reality. The music is still playing, everyone around the table is still conversing, the house still stands. No explosion here.

"Sweetheart?"

It's your Mom, clearly sensing your distress. She probably thinks you're upset with her, for telling Cora. You are, but that's not what's causing the pain in your chest.

"Come inside with me, baby girl. Let's get away from the noise for a second."

She grabs your hand and pulls you out of your chair, still none the wiser to the magnetism preventing you from breaking your gaze that's locked on Bucky's. She practically drags you inside, the cool air of the kitchen waking you up.

"Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry. Cora overheard the conversation we had earlier. I thought it was good news, so I didn't think to ask her to keep it private."

She looks like she's being eaten alive by guilt. Your bottom lip quivers, your eyes well up, and before you know it, there are warm, salty tears dripping down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey. What's the matter?"

You sit down on the tiled floor, back pressed against the cabinets. Curling your knees to your chest, you try to stifle your sobs.

"Everything's such a mess, Mama."

She drops to the ground, gathering you in her arms. She holds you as tight as she can, rubbing soothing circles into your back and whispering comforting words in your ear. Eventually, she pulls back to look at you.

"What's the matter, baby? I thought Stella's call was a good thing - that you'd be excited to go back to California."

You take a shaky breath before replying.

"It's just... I think - I don't, it's... it's so complicated."

She traces her fingers over your cheeks, your eyebrows, your nose. She dances her fingertips over your face, as if she's committing it to her mind forever. It brings back warm and cosy childhood memories of her doing the same thing to help you sleep. The two of you would snuggle up against all of your pillows in bed, tucked up and safe. She'd lie with you until she was sure you were dreaming, before kissing you on the forehead and sneaking out.

"Talk to me. We can figure it out. We always do."

"It's not that simple. I just... there's a lot going on, I guess. I thought it'd be an easy decision, but it isn't, and it's all I can think about, and it's eating me up because I'm so scared I'm gonna do the wrong thing -"

You cut yourself off with a sob, resting your head on your knees.

"I knew there was something bothering you, sweetheart. Why didn't you come and talk to us? Even if we can't fix it, we can listen."

"I thought I could handle it. I thought I could figure it out on my own."

"You don't ever have to carry stress like this on your own, baby girl. Ever. You hear me?"

You nod and lean into her, letting her rock you in her arms on the kitchen floor.

"I'm sorry again, about Cora. She means well, you know she does."

"I know. Doesn't feel like it sometimes, but I know."

A pause.

"Okay, sweetheart. What are we going to do now? Whatever you decide, we'll support you."

"Your Mom's right," your Dad says from the doorway. "Whatever you choose, we'll be right alongside you. No matter what."

He strides over to join the two of you on the floor, sandwiching you between him and your Mom.

"If you need help packing up and moving, we're here. If you need us to create an elaborate lie to tell Stella, we're here. Either way, you've got us."

You smile at him gently, leaning to rest your head on his shoulder. Regardless of what happens, you have two parents that love you more than anything in the world. That has to count for something.

"You wanna rejoin us outside, or are you too tired? No one will blame you if you go home."

"I think I'll go home," you murmur. "I don't wanna face any more questions for today."

"Bucky's just gone too. Said something about an early morning tomorrow."

You inhale shakily at the mention of his name. You know you'll have to face him sooner or later.

Your Dad stands and grabs your hands to help you to your feet, before doing the same to your Mom. They both hug you tightly before walking you out to the front door.

"Promise me you'll call if you need anything. Anything."

"I promise, Mama. Don't worry about me. I'll be okay."

"Do you want one of us to walk you home?"

"No, it's okay. I think I need the air."

"Love you, baby girl."

"Love you too. Both of you."

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You're halfway home when you decide to turn around. You need to talk to Bucky.

It doesn't take you long to figure out where he is. You can feel in your chest that he's close by, that he hasn't strayed far. He hasn't gone home, though. The Universe is pulling you in the opposite direction.

The beach.

You spin on your heel and start walking down the road, picking up pace as you go. You can feel rain in the air, threatening to spill from the clouds at any given moment. Before you know it, you're running, sprinting along the sidewalk in the direction of your soulmate.

You get to the small boardwalk and look out over the sand. The sky is grey as concrete, cold and unforgiving. You spot a figure in a worn brown leather jacket by the shore, and you know instantly. It's him.

You march onto the beach with your shoes still on, wrapping your arms around yourself to act as a shield from the wind. You left your jacket at your parent's house, too eager to get out of there in a hurry. The rain is suspended in the air, never quite reaching the ground. You know it's only a matter of time before the heavens open.

"Bucky!" you yell, practically bounding across the sand. "Buck!"

He doesn't turn because he hears your voice. He turns because he suddenly feels like he can breathe, which he hasn't been able to do for the last hour. He knew you were there before you shouted his name.

"Bucky, please!"

He spins on his heel and stops walking, waiting for you to catch up with him. You're sprinting, panting as you reach him. The ocean waves crash against the shore, dangerously close to his boots.

"Buck, just let me explain," you choke out, trying to catch your breath.

You finally stop running and look at him. He looks broken. His hair looks like he's pulled his fingers through it repeatedly, tear tracks staining his cheeks, lips bitten red. You've never seen him upset like this. It's the worst thing you've ever witnessed.

"There's nothing to explain," he begins calmly, trying to keep a lid on his feelings.

"There is, Buck. There is. I... Cora overheard me confiding in my Mom, telling her about a call I'd gotten, from a classmate at culinary school. It was just an offer - I haven't accepted anything! I never meant for you to find out like this, I swear. It's all just... it's all so fucked up."

He looks at you in disbelief.

"No, you know what's fucked up?" he asks, raising his voice. "Finding out that my soulmate is moving across the country from some alcoholic suburban mom at a dinner party!"

You've never heard him yell before. You don't like it at all. You gather yourself before replying calmly, determined to keep you emotions under wraps.

"I've been trying to find a way to talk to you about it, but I didn't know where to start. How do I even begin to explain any of this?"

"Maybe, I don't know - 'hey, Buck, I got a call and I'm thinking of moving thousands of miles away for my dream job,' would be a good place to start?"

"It's more complicated than that. I was trying to protect you."

"Protect me from what?"

"From blowing your life up for me!"

You stare at each other for a minute, both of you unblinking.

"What are you talking about?" he croaks out.

"You'd drop everything for me, Bucky, and I can't let you do that. You've worked too damn hard to let it all go."

He's dumbfounded, for a moment. Not because he doesn't understand. No. He's realising that you're right.

"I knew that if I told you straight away, you'd have persuaded me to let you come with, and I would have said yes. And then you'd regret it, and you'd resent me, and we'd be over before we've even begun."

When he doesn't say anything, you continue.

"The thing is, Buck, the selfish part of me would have happily invited you along. Me and you, in California, running a bakery? That sounds like a fucking dream. But I have to listen to the other side of me, the selfless part. And that part is telling me that you have worked too damn hard for too damn long just for me to take that all away."

You feel droplets of water on your face, and for a moment, you wonder when you started to cry again. Then, in the deep distance, you hear a crack of thunder. The rain begins to pour, both of you caught in a storm in more ways than one.

"You don't get to make a decision like that for me!" he finally responds, yelling to be heard over the downpour. "We're supposed to talk about these things! To figure them out together! That's what soulmates are - we're a team!"

"I can't think rationally around you, Bucky! It's like all logic goes out the window. I'm just so overwhelmed with-"

You stop yourself before the word comes out, but you both know what you were about to say. He feels it in his ribcage, the surge of emotion from you.

"-with how I feel about you. You're my forever, Buck, and I feel like -" a sob wracks through you, shaking your frame. "-like I've fucked it all up already."

Your tears mix with the rainwater, trailing down your cheeks. You watch as Bucky fights with himself, internally battling his feelings.

"You're not the only one fucking it up," he chokes. "You repeatedly told me we had to take it slow, but I just... couldn't help myself. I've never felt for anyone what I feel for you, and being away from you for even a minute is fucking torture. I moved us too fast, and now look where we are. We've become the equivalent of a married couple in a couple of weeks. No one can handle change that sudden."

"It's not.. none of this is your fault, Buck. I kept something from you, something big. I know it doesn't matter now, but I want you to know how hard it's been to not tell you. It was killing me."

"I felt it," he murmurs shakily, willing himself not to cry. "In my chest. You were so torn up about something, and I just couldn't figure out what it was. I should have pushed you more, but I was worried I'd push you away."

Your lip trembles as you watch him bite his own anxiously.

"I'm so scared, Buck," you whisper. "I feel so lost and so confused and like nothing makes sense."

"Me too," he whispers back, eyes never leaving yours. "I'm fucking terrified. Our worlds have been turned upside down."

"Is it... is it supposed to be this hard? Everyone makes it sound so easy."

"I don't know. Maybe the Universe heard that we were anti-soulmate and decided to be super tough on us. Cosmic karma, or something."

You choke out a laugh through your tears. The rain has plastered your clothes to your body, the salty wind chilling you to the bone. Without thinking, Bucky takes off his jacket and wraps it around you, unable to watch you shiver any longer.

"What now?" you ask quietly. If he wasn't standing so close, he wouldn't have heard it.

"Let's get out of the storm," he suggests, nodding his head towards the path home. "We can talk some more somewhere warmer."

You sniffle and take a deep breath, willing yourself to get it together. Bucky surprises you by linking your hand with his, warm fingers intertwining around yours.

He doesn't let go the whole way home.

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Bucky takes you to his house.

You haven't been here since before your Tethering. You walk in the door, and your knees threaten to give way.

It's overwhelming.

Everywhere - everything - smells like Bucky. His scent clings to every fabric, every upholstery, every room. There's pictures scattered across the mantelpiece, his handsome face staring at you wherever you go. The house is warm, cosy, and just so Bucky it makes your heart ache.

You walk over to the fireplace, taking a closer look at the array of frames adorning it. There's one of your parents and Bucky smiling, sat out on his lawn last summer; another of Bucky and his team of mechanics, stood proudly outside his garage. A small black frame catches your eye. You pick it up, and your breath hitches in your chest.

It's a picture of the two of you on the deck of his boat, the day after you found out you were soulmates. The wind is blowing your hair, billowing your shirts, sun beating down on your skin. You're both beaming at the camera, bright and blinding, completely content.

You're holding back tears as you put it back in it's original place.

"My favourite picture," he murmurs from somewhere behind you. "We look happy."

"We were happy," you whisper. Then, quieter, "We will be again."

A pause.

"You want something to drink? Coffee, cocoa? Oh, I have that tea you like, the apple one?"

"You do?"

"Yeah. I, uh, bought some last time I went grocery shopping. In case you stopped by."

"Tea sounds good. Please."

You stay stood in the middle of the living room while Bucky puts the kettle on the stove, worried that your wet clothes will ruin his couch. As if he's read your mind, he pops his head around the door.

"There's a load of fresh clothes folded on top of the dryer. Grab whatever you want, dry off a little."

You wander into the laundry room, sorting through the pile. You find a t shirt with his garage logo on the back in big, white letters.

J.B.B. Motorcycles and Automotives.

The blocky, bold font swirls across the black material. You run your fingers over it, tracing the curves and spikes of the typeface. It's something you've seen him in a million times. You inhale deeply as you slip it over your head, revelling in the way it smells like him. You grab some boxer shorts and slip those on too, glad to finally be warm and dry.

Bucky loses his breath when you walk into the room. He's never seen you in his clothes before, and for good reason. He's about to have a goddamn heart attack.

"Tea is on the coffee table," he chokes out. "I'm gonna change, and then we'll talk, yeah?"

You nod gently, settling into the cushions of his couch and tucking your legs underneath you, mug warming your hands.

When Bucky returns, he's in sweatpants and an oversized hoodie that you want to burrow yourself into. He takes his place, careful to put a little distance between you. Far enough that you're not touching, but close enough that you almost are.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I'm not good at this."

"Neither am I," he smiles gently. "It's my first time having a soulmate."

"Mine too," you laugh softly.

It floors you, his ability to always be able to comfort you. It's like a superpower, the way he always knows what to say or do to put you at ease.

"I think we got a little ahead of ourselves," he begins, careful to keep his voice low and deliberate. "I keep forgetting that we have forever. Literally. I was so eager to rush into this with you because I got excited. Don't get me wrong, I'm still ridiculously excited, but I'm realising now that our version of 'slow' wasn't slow at all."

"This whole Tethering thing makes everything so intense. There have been times where I honestly thought I was going to drop dead if you didn't kiss me."

"The feelings mutual," he chuckles.

You lace your fingers with his, never breaking eye contact, before addressing the elephant in the room.

"What am I gonna do about California, Buck?"

Your voice cracks just saying the word.

"Stella needs an answer, and I've upset you, and my parents are clueless, and I just - I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do. Please."

"I can't tell you what to do, honey," he soothes, running his thumb over the back of your hand. "And I'm not upset. I was, in the backyard... but I was mainly just blindsided. I kinda get it, you not telling me. I'm not sure what I'd do in your situation either."

"I just feel like both decisions are wrong. I can't win."

"Hey, hey. Look at me, pretty baby."

Bucky cradles your face in his warm hands, forcing your eyes to meet his ocean blue ones. You have to focus on his words, so you don't get lost in the waves of his irises.

"At the end of the day, it's completely your decision, and no one in the world can change that. But-"

He takes a deep breath, and continues.

"I think that you'll regret it every day for the rest of your life if you don't take the incredible opportunity that's been offered to you."

You take a second to process what he's telling you, your mind running at a thousand miles an hour.

"Are you... you're... are you saying I should take the job?"

"Like I said, it's your decision, but... yes. I'm saying you should take the job."

Your eyes well with tears, and you bite your lip to stop them from escaping. Inhaling carefully, you put your hands on his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat under your palms. He's calm. He's sure. He's collected enough for the both of you.

"What about us?" you ask, barely above a whisper.

"Like you said, baby. I'm your forever." Buck leans in, resting his forehead to yours. "We have time."

"All the time in the world."

You connect your lips to Bucky's softly, testing the waters. He kisses you back with so much feeling, tears slip from your lashes without warning. He's crying too, emotion mixing with yours, dousing you both.

You pull away and wrap your arms around him, curling yourself into his chest. He holds you as tightly as he can, knowing this will be the last time for a long time.

"So you'll go."

"I'll go."

"And I'll stay."

"You'll stay."

"And we'll be okay. No matter what, we'll be okay."

You and Bucky fall asleep in each others arms, cherishing the feeling of home one last time.

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The happiness is starting to seep through.

You're devastated to be leaving Bucky behind, but you're trying to look on the bright side. Sunny beaches, new people, your dream job. If you think about the positives for long enough, the Bucky sized hole in your chest hurts a little less.

You're packing up your bookshelf when your phone rings, scaring the life out of you.

"Bitch!"

You know who it is instantly.

"Hi, Lacie."

"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer my text from last night?"

"Shit, sorry. I've been packing. What's up?"

"We're going out tonight. Not just us - all the girls. We're throwing you a goodbye party!"

You groan inwardly, massaging your temples with your fingers.

"A party? Lace, I don't need a party."

"Babe, you do. You really do. It'll be fun! I thought you'd be excited!"

You take a deep breath, and remember what you've been telling yourself. Focus on the positives.

"Okay, fine. Where? What time? What should I wear?"

"I knew you'd say yes! Come to my place at like... six? We can get ready together, like old times! And wear something sexy."

She doesn't wait for you to argue, just hangs up the phone. She knows you too well.

You know it'll be good for you, to see your girlfriends - but the thought of all the goodbyes you're about to say breaks your heart a little more.

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"Okay, what the fuck is going on with you?"

You're sat cross legged on Lacie's living room floor, sharing makeup that's scattered across the coffee table. You sip your wine for a moment, trying to come up with an excuse. It's no use.

"I don't know."

"Bullshit."

You turn to look at her.

"What?"

"It's bullshit, babe. Something's going on. You've been given your dream job, and you're moping around like you just got broken up with or something. Why aren't you happy?"

There's no malice in her voice, just pure love. She adores you. You adore her. She's the one person with an outsiders perspective on all of this. So, you cut the act.

"I had my Tethering."

Silence.

She's processing.

"What?!"

"Yeah."

"When? Who? Where? How? Oh my God what is happening? Why didn't you say anything? Fuck, I'm gonna cry. I'm so overwhelmed right now, I'm so happy for you! Wait... are we not happy?"

"It's... complicated."

There's a lump in your throat, but a levity in your heart. A weight has been taken off you. Telling someone the truth has made you feel a little lighter.

"Who is it, babe?"

You take a deep breath, and look her in the eyes.

"Bucky."

Her jaw drops.

"Your... your Dad's best friend Bucky?"

"That's the one."

"Oh. My. Fucking. God."

"Yeah."

"Holy shit."

"Yeah."

"This is complicated."

"Yeah."

"Aw, babe."

She pulls you in for a hug, not caring about the makeup you're smearing across her shirt. You cling to her as tightly as you can, savouring your best friends comfort.

"Does anyone else know?"

"No. We decided not to tell my parents for a while."

"Shit. No wonder you've been so sad lately. You're moving across the country, away from the one person you're supposed to be near."

"It's really hard," you whisper, tears threatening to spill.

"I can't even begin to imagine," she murmurs, holding you close. "I wish you'd told me sooner. We could have talked about it."

"I know," you sniffle. "I thought I could handle it on my own, but I really can't."

"You're not on your own, okay? You have Bucky, and you have me. You can always talk to me about this stuff. God knows I talked your ear off about Cameron."

You laugh softly, thinking back to that day that feels both like yesterday and a million years ago.

"Where is he tonight?"

"Out with his boys. It's good for us to spend a few hours apart."

You smile at the happiness that's radiating off her. She's glowing, beaming in all directions.

"Thanks, Lace. I love you. You know that right?"

"Of course I do. I love you too. So much," she leans forward to kiss your cheek. "Now let's have one hell of a last girls night, shall we?"

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You've lost track of exactly where you are.

You know you're downtown somewhere, in one of the bars. This one smells like wood and whiskey, lowlit and smoky. You hit the cocktail bar first, then the one covered in leopard print, then the monochrome pink one. Now, you're here.

The six of you are sat at a booth, high heels tangled and legs intertwined under the table. The wood is sticky with lemon wedges from tequila shots, salt scattered across the surface.

"If you find any hot west coast men, will you send them my way?" Reese asks, nudging you with her shoulder.

"And if you find any hot west coast women, will you send them mine?"

Everyone laughs, the scent of perfume filling the air.

"Rosa, what happened to Aubrey? We liked her!"

"Caught her kissing my ex girlfriend. So now they're both my ex girlfriends."

"Jesus Christ."

"Man, that's rough," Lacie giggles next to you.

The other girls continue to talk about Aubrey's infidelity as Lacie leans to whisper in your ear.

"Have you said goodbye to Bucky yet?"

You nod.

"Yesterday. I stayed the night, we fell asleep together. Said our goodbyes in the morning. It was awful."

"Love you," she whispers, squeezing your hand under the table.

"Love you too," you reply, squeezing back.

"There's a table of super hot guys over there," Maggie observes, tilting her head in their direction. "Maybe we should conveniently dance that way in a little while."

You don't bother to look over, knowing that none of them will compare to your soulmate. The other girls seem interested, though, so you smile along with them.

"Babe," Sam hisses, kicking you under the table. "There's a hot guy at that table, three o'clock, that keeps staring at you."

You glance over, and your heart stutters in your chest.

Bucky.

His blue eyes pierce your soul, even from across the room. For a moment, it's only the two of you, all the noise forgotten.

You're snapped back to reality by Sam.

"Fuck, he's hot. If you don't want him, I do."

"You should talk to him," Lacie suggests quickly. "Why not, right?"

She's practically pushing you out of the booth, high school wrestler style. In another life, you think, she would have made a good football player. All five foot four of her.

You walk past his table, eyes still locked on him, and towards the bathrooms. You know he'll follow you. You walk to the end of the hallway and out of the door, into the fresh night air.

You feel him appear before you see him. You lean your body against the wall, head resting on the cold brick. Bucky stands in front of you, shirt stretched across his shoulders gorgeously.

"Hi."

"Hi, honey baby."

You smile softly at the nickname.

"What are you doing here?"

"I got dragged to a boys night. What are you doing here?"

"I got dragged to a girls night."

He laughs, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

"Thought we said our goodbyes. I didn't think I'd see you again before I left."

"Me too. But you know the Universe. It hates us."

"Cosmic karma," you whisper.

The two of you stand down the alleyway, looking at each other carefully. Neither of you wants to spook the other person. You'd processed your leaving, said your emotional goodbyes. And now he's here, standing in front of you. You don't want to have to do it all again.

"I should probably get back inside, before the girls get the wrong idea."

"Baby, I followed you to the bathroom. They've already got the wrong idea."

You chuckle, kicking at a rock on the ground.

"Yeah. I don't know how I'm gonna explain this."

A smile. A pause.

"I'll let you get back to your friends, then."

You lean up to press a kiss to his stubbled cheek.

"Bye, Buck."

"Bye, pretty girl."

You push off the wall and walk away towards the door. Suddenly, a warm hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you into a solid chest.

Bucky kisses you like a man possessed. There's nothing gentle about it - just pure, unadulterated passion. It's all teeth and tongue and nipping and biting, neither of you willing to be the first to pull away.

He walks you back into the wall, pushing you against the rough brick. You hike a leg up onto his hip as he grabs your thigh to pull you closer, desperate to feel all of you. Your hands are in his hair, around his neck, tangled in his collar, his shirt, his belt loops. Anything you can get your hands on, you grab.

A distant chorus of cheers break you out of your lust fuelled haze. A bachelorette party walks by, one of the women winking at you as they go. You and Bucky take a step away from each other, straightening out your clothes and fixing your hair.

"Promise me you'll call me if you need anything," Bucky murmurs, leaning to rest his forehead on yours.

"I promise," you whisper, almost against his lips. "Goodbye, Bucky."

"Goodbye, honey girl."

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The salty ocean wind whips through your hair, sun beating down onto your skin, some upbeat pop song humming from the radio. You keep your eyes glued to the road in front of you, begging yourself not to look back. You know if you do, you'll turn the car around and run straight back into Bucky's arms.

Let the happiness seep through, you remind yourself, gripping the steering wheel.

Let the happiness seep through.

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luveline · 4 months

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Jade my dear I just had an idea for prince Steve… what if he got hurt (fencing or something??? honestly idk) & reader freaks out even though their relationship is fairly new? Or idk how your soulmate au works but maybe she can feel it too? Or idk!! I’d just love to see what you could do with that, but no pressure either way 🫶🏼

ty for requesting!! fem!reader, 1.1k

“Holy fuck!” Steve says, yanking his leg back from the doctor’s cold hands, and hurting his knee worse than ever. “Fuck!”

“Steven,” she says with an eye roll, used to his lack of carefulness by now.

“What the fuck.”

“It’s not that bad. You haven’t even torn anything. It’s a sprain at worst.”

“I will never walk again.”

“Fingers crossed,” Robin says, kicking her legs up onto the end of his medical bed. Her hat slips down into her eyes, her naked knees red from ten minutes in the grass trying to persuade Steve into standing again.

“It hurt so bad. Are you sure I can’t have morphine?” he asks.

The doctor tightens the bandages one last time around Steve’s knee. “Absolutely not. I’ll make you a peppermint tea for the inflammation. You’ll be better by tomorrow.”

It throbs evilly. Steve doesn’t believe even for a moment that his knee will be better by tomorrow, he can’t walk without help. “I want to see another doctor,” he decides.

“Sure,” the doctor says. “Tomorrow.”

Steve sinks down into the pillows unhappily. What kind of royal life is this? Nobody ever takes him seriously, they couldn’t care less that he’s injured, and now he’s doomed to sit inside for who knows how long in the suffocating heat and the smothering presence of his attendants. Worst day ever.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks, because if he’s going to suffer, he’s going to be spoiled about it. “I want to see her.”

“She’s in her political etiquette class,” Robin says from under the hat, unmoving.

“That’s dumb. She doesn’t like politics or etiquette. Can we have her pulled out?”

“Sure, Steve, we’ll disrupt her entire day because you slipped on dry grass.”

Steve tries to catch the eye of one of the serfs lining the room and by the door, but they’re smart to his ways, and they look away. He doesn’t care. He’s a prince. “Hello? Can someone go and get her, please?”

They all stand still but uncomfortable for a moment, and then one says, “She’s coming down the hall as we speak, your highness.”

“Aw, yes,” he says, propping up on his elbows to look out the doorway. There you are, in a pretty, breezy dress you aren’t used to wearing and your hair in one of the new fashions, silver bracelets tinkling on your wrist as you speed walk to the door.

“Hello,” you say, breathless, still shy despite having married him and kissed him more times than he can count (seventeen).

“Sweetheart,” he says, “I’ve been grievously harmed.”

“They told me, and I–” You rub your index fingernail between the thumb and index of the other hand. “I can feel it,” you say, an embarrassed and adorable smile on your lips as you waver in the door. “Are you okay?”

“You have to sit down and have some morphine too,” he says quickly.

“You aren’t having any morphine,” Robin says.

You weave around servants and the dressing table to stand by his bed. He’s pleased to realise you want to sit hip to hip with him, moving over despite his screaming knee, and putting his arm behind you as you hoist yourself onto the bed. “Hello,” he says, audibly charmed by you as he kisses your cheek. He rubs the kiss with the back of his finger. “Didn’t hurt you too much, did I?”

“It feels like I’ve had a cramp,” you say. “But it’s not– I can’t imagine how it feels for you.”

“I’m sorry to hurt you,” he says.

“Ew,” Robin grumbles, covering her face with skinny hands.

“Sorry, Robin.” You wipe your forehead. “I freaked out.”

“Don’t say sorry to her,” Steve says, putting his hand on your hip just to watch you fluster, “she’s bitter. Let me rub your knee.”

“What about your knee? What did you even do?”

“I fell. A little. A minor fall.”

“Will you be alright?”

“Honey, I’m in agony, and they won’t treat me, and you’re sitting with me, so I’m already fine.”

Confusion in your gaze melds to sweetness. You’re practically heart-eyed leaning into his side, wrapping your arm around his stomach. You rarely initiate hugs from fear of being overbearing, and he can’t believe his luck. He’ll be eating grass more often.

“I can feel that you aren’t fine. Are you going to be okay? Seriously, Steve, are you hurting?”

Your soul mark burns a light blue. He’s narrowed your colours down, he thinks, maybe, though they tend to change. Blue means love and affection. He’s a more classic guy —when he’s in love, his soul mark burns a gaussian pink just as it does now.

“Oh, you can feel it?” he asks.

“Don’t start.”

“We’re so connected,” he says quietly, teasingly, a flirtation for your ears alone. “It’s almost like we’re soulmates or something. Suns, I wish. I’d be a lucky guy, huh? Connected to a girl like you?” He draws a line from just below your ear to your chin. “I’d feel like a prince among men.”

“Stop,” you whisper, in a tone that suggests you’d very much like him to continue.

Nonetheless, he drops his hand in favour of kissing you instead, pressing his lips softly to your cheek. His leg throbs with angry pain and a headache brews between his eyes, but he’s not kidding about being fine. Everything feels better when you’re with him. You truly are the half to his whole, no matter how new your relationship might be.

“How was your morning?” he asks.

“Being a princess is awful.”

“Yes, but it suits you.”

You turn your face to his, close enough to kiss. It’s very tempting for Steve, but he lets you say what’s clearly on your mind. “I had a funny feeling about you this morning, like something bad was going to happen, and I wanted to be with you in case but they wouldn’t let me out of meditation. Do you think I was having a premonition?”

“Maybe. They wouldn’t let you out?”

“Morine said I need to have better discipline if I’m going to be queen.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around you completely for a full, loving hug. “You will be queen, no ifs about it, so you need to start acting like one and have more hissy fits to visit your pathetic husband.” He kisses your cheek three times in quick succession.

Your soul mark intensifies slowly, until it burns a beautiful, coruscating blue that dances over the skin of your wrist as you hug him back. “You’re the opposite of pathetic.”

“No, I was. Ask Robin.”

“He was,” Robin says.

“But I’m totally cooler now,” he promises.

You let your face fall into the curve of his neck, tickling him with your smile. “You’re so cool, Steve.”

“My lovely liar.” He kisses the top of your head.

“As touching as this is, I have your tea ready now, young Steven,” the doctor says.

Steve pretends he can’t hear her.

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Meant For Me (P.S): Chapter 8

Warnings: little bit of language, brief mention of food but no talking of consuming it

Word Count: 2230

The passing streetlights contrasted again the dark starry sky served as a good distraction from the nerves you felt flowing through you on the drive to the restaurant. Though apparently not enough of one, as you couldn’t help but run your hands over your dress, repeatedly smoothing the material against your legs. And you should have known that Cassi, being the wonderful wifey that she was, would notice your nervous habit.

“You know you look really hot in that right? And he’s already obsessed with you, so that’s only going to make him want you more. No need to be nervous honey” she spoke up as she drove, her voice laced with sympathy and comfort towards you.

“I know, I know. I just,” you pause as you let out a nervous sigh. “I really like him Cas, I want this to work out. I can’t explain it, I just feel so connected to him. I haven’t felt that with anyone else and I want him and I to work out” you say quietly as you look out the window again, trying to distract yourself as you take comfort in the starry sky passing by.

You felt Cassi’s hand take yours in her own and look over to see her briefly glancing over at you with a reassuring look before looking back to the road as she spoke up.

“It will sweetie. He feels the same way and it’s going to work out, I promise. Now, we’re going to have a nice evening and it’ll all be okay” she said as she parked at the restaurant and looked over at you with a smile.

“Okay, you’re right. Let’s do this” you say as you smile and you both get out. She comes over and gives you a tight hug before taking your hand and leading you to the front of your restaurant where the boys were waiting.

You swear in that moment your heart stops and your breath is taken away.

You look over to see Hongjoong and Seonghwa standing by the front door waiting for both of you, but the second you see Seonghwa it’s like the world stops. He looks breathtakingly stunning, all dressed up for the date. And the smile that lights up his face as he sees you and the look of pure adoration he has as he looks at you only adds to it. The concept of soulmates be damned. This man was everything you wanted and you needed him to be yours.

“You look absolutely stunning” Seonghwa says as you get closer, reaching out to take your hand so he can pull you in for a hug. As he does, you feel him leave a small kiss in your hair against your temple before pulling away and you can’t help but melt at the action.

“Thank you, so do you” you whisper with a slight blush as you smile up at him.

“Oh! These are for you” he says as he pulls his other arm out from behind him, handing you the most gorgeous bouquet of burgundy roses you had even seen. This man could not get any more perfect.

“Hwa, you didn’t have to do that” you tell him, flustered at the sweet gesture.

“No, I absolutely did have to. You deserve to know how special and loved you are” he tells you as he holds your hand, looking down at you like you’re the only person in the world. And to him you are, you just didn’t know it yet.

“Thank you Hwa” you whisper, looking at him the same way. He was quickly becoming your world and he wasn’t even yours yet. What I’m earth was this?

“I hate to burst the bubble, but we should get inside for our reservation” Hongjoong says quietly so he doesn’t spook you both too much.

“Oh, shit. Right, sorry!” You say with a blush as the guys lead you both into the restaurant. As you wait for the hostess the lead you to the table, you don’t miss the big smile and knowing look on Cassi’s face as she looks at you both and your intwined hands. You jokingly roll your eyes at her with a fond look as you’re walking to the table.

You notice the boys really went all out for this dinner date as you sit and look around. Candles are lit on the table and the lighting of the restaurant is low, giving a very seductive yet homey atmosphere, and the view of the city from the window by your table is just as stunning as your dates are. They truly wanted to spoil you and Cassi tonight.

“Guys, this is too much, honestly!” Cassi says with a slight blush as Hongjoong takes her hand from beside her, looking at her like she hung the stars in the sky. The same way Seonghwa looks at you, you realize.

“Nothing is too much for my girl” Hongjoong says as he leans over and gives her a gentle kiss.

“Or mine” Seonghwa says as his thumb runs over the top of your hand from where he’s holding it in his own.

“Oh, am I your girl now?” You teased with a smile at the man holding your hand.

“Oh, I, uh, what I meant to say was uh” he says, flustered by your teasing.

“Hwa, honey, it’s okay, I was joking” you laugh as you bring your entwined hands up to your mouth to leave a light kiss to his. At that he visibly relaxes and is back to looking at you with pure adoration. Caught up in your own world, you don’t notice the knowing look that Cassi and Hongjoong exchange as they watch the two of you.

The waiter came and took your orders and the four of you get to talking while waiting on the food. Even after it all came, the four of you couldn’t stop smiling and laughing at all of the stories being told. Through it all, Seonghwa only dropped your hand to eat, otherwise he kept your hand in his at all times, always looking at you with stars in his eyes.

“So, there was actually something we wanted to talk to you guys about” Cassi says as things are winding down for the night.

“Oh? What’s that?” You ask, genuinely confused as to why she’s suddenly so serious with you.

“Well, we wanted to talk to you guys about, we’ll, you two” Hongjoong says as he looks at you both fondly.

“Us? What about us?” You say, looking from both Cassi to Hongjoong and back, trying to figure out what they mean.

“Look, guys, if this is about the whole soulmates thing again, I swear” Seonghwa says with a deep sign from beside you. Before he can say another word, Cassi is quick to interject.

“No no, it’s not that! Well, kind of? But not in the way you think” she says quickly, trying to calm the situation.

“Okay? What do you mean?” You ask, calmly waiting to see where they’re getting with this.

“We get that you guys don’t think you two have soulmates. We think otherwise, but we clearly can’t convince you of that. And that’s fine!” Hongjoong says before Cassi adds on to his teain of thought.

“However, even if you two don’t have soulmates, or somehow aren’t each others soulmates, it’s really clear how strongly you two feel for each other” she says cautiously, not wanting to upset either of us.

Seonghwa and I briefly glance at each other before nodding at our friends. “Go on” we say in unison.

“We just feel like with how happy you two make each other and the way you two feel when you’re together, that’s worth giving a shot. You don’t find that feeling often, and it’s clear you guys have very strong feelings for each other and are happiest together.” Cassi says with a smile as she looks at your hands together in the table.

“We just want you both happy, and it seems like happy for you both is when you’re together.” Hongjoong concludes for the pair. He smiles at you both as we waits to see how you’ll both take this information.

“Well, I have been meaning to talk to you about that actually” you hear Seonghwa say from beside you and you turn to look at him in surprise.

“You have?”

“Yeah, I have. These two just beat me to the punch” he laughs. “I do really like you. You feel like home to me, as weird as that sounds. I always want to be with you anymore. And I want to actually be with you, if you’ll have me?” He says, a hopeful yet pleading look in his eyes as he waits for your answer to his question.

“Of course I’ll have you Hwa, I want nothing more than to be your girlfriend” you tell him with tears coming to your eyes. You don’t think you’ve ever felt more complete than you do now. He was where you were meant to be.

Cassi and Hongjoong cheer from across the table as Seonghwa squeezes your hand, the biggest smile you think you’ve ever seen on him spreading across his face. And you know your smile matches his.

“Finally!” Cassi says in excitement beaming at you two.

“Now, let’s all go home, I think I speak for Seonghwa and I both when I say, I want some time with my girl” Hongjoong says as you all stand and he leads Cassi out.

“You definitely do, I can’t wait for some time alone with my girl” Seonghwa says looking down at you, happier than you’ve ever seen him.

“I can’t either. We have a lot to talk about when we get back to my place” you say with a smile as you all leave the restaurant. This was how things were meant to be.

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“Guys, I don’t need a damn babysitter!” Wooyoung groans as he plops down on the couch in Mae’s living room.

“Don’t think of it as babysitting baby boy, think of it as, a hangout night!” Mae tells him as she sits down beside him, facing him.

“Feels more like being a third wheel” Woo pouts as Yeosang walks in behind them and watches them silently.

“It’s not being a third wheel baby boy, we love hanging out with you” Mae says as she reaches over and plays with Woo’s hair in an attempt to console him. He sighs and slumps down some at her touch but stays quiet.

Yeosang can’t help but watch the interactions between his soulmate and his best friend with a smile. He loves how close his two favorite people in the world are with each other, and he wouldn’t really want it any other way.

He still can’t believe how lucky he was to find Mae. He knew he had a soulmate, he had the marks. But he had really been starting to wonder if he’d ever find them before he met Mae. There was even a point in time where for awhile, he wondered if Wooyoung was his soulmate. The way they were with each other, he wouldn’t have been surprised. But Woo didn’t have any marks, nor did he have any others besides the ones showing where Mae ended up touching him the first time they met.

Watching the two of them together and thinking back on this though, he remembered something. Not all soulmates bonds had physical marks. After all, that’s what they’d been trying to get Seonghwa and Y/n to understand this whole time, the whole point of Cassi and Hongjoong taking them to dinner to talk, of why Wooyoung was here with him and Mae. Maybe he hadn’t been wrong back then.

Before he knew what he was doing, he was walking over to where Wooyoung and Mae were sitting on the couch smiling at each other.

“Woo, stand up” Yeosang said to him, a serious look on his face.

“Okay? Why?” Wooyoung said as he stood up, facing Yeosang.

“I need to know something” Yeosang says. And then he’s reaching out and pulling Woo closer to him by the back of his head and kissing him before he can stop himself.

The second they kiss, it’s like everything stops. Everything is quiet and they feel nothing but warmth and peace take over them. Yeosang slowly pulls back, looking at a surprised but happy Wooyoung.

“Holy shit” Wooyoung says quietly with a smile as he looks at his soulmate.

“I- what just happened? Not that I’m complaining. But what the fuck just happened?” Mae asks from the couch, finally able to speak again.

“Kiss her, I know you want to” Yeosang says to Wooyoung with a smirk. Both the men knew what would happen when Wooyoung would kiss Mae.

“With pleasure” Wooyoung smirks before crawling on the couch and caging Mae in against the arm of the couch before kissing her with more passion than anyone other than Yeosang had ever kissed her.

And then she felt it. The quiet, the warmth, the peacefulness. She felt complete.

“Hello there, soulmate” Wooyoung says as he pulls back with a giant smile on his face. and Mae looked between the two men with a mix of shock and glee on her face at the realization they all had.

“Holy shit”

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THE BANGTAN ALPHA

To the person who requested this short story, thank you! I hope it's to your liking!

All kinks in this story have been requested and I've obeyed.

Pairing: Alpha!KimNamjoon x Omega!f!reader

Genre: fluff, smut (like mostly), strangers to lovers, werewolf AU, soulmate AU, Omegaverse

Wordcount: 9215

Summary: Desperate for a mate you beg your parents to attend the Bangtan Gathering in hopes of finding one. Never did you expect to run into the Alpha of Alpha’s: Kim Namjoon of the Bangtan Clan…

Warnings: God there are so many I will probably forget some sorry - swearing, daddy kink, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, creampie, knotting, breeding kink, virgin reader, dom!Namjoon, sub!reader, fingering, size kink, oral (f receiving), a LOT of dirty talk, pregnancy/impregnation kink, possessive!Namjoon, praising, mating, marking

'What's wrong dear?' mom asked you.

'Nothing,' you lied as you quickly put your phone away.

Mom pressed her lips together and sighed.

'You saw Nabi's photo right?' she asked you. You knew there was no use lying. She could smell the sadness on you anyways.

'She's having twins,' you said jealous, your throat feeling like a lump had gotten stuck in it.

Mom got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around you in a comforting hug as you tried to hold back the tears.

'Your time will come,' she said soothingly. But her words didn't do anything for you.

Anytime you checked your social media feed there was always someone posting about how they finally got mated, or how they were with pups. You were sure you were the last one in your age group in your city to not have been mated.

'I doubt it,' you scoffed, trying hard to blink away the tears.

'Come on honey, I'm sure you will find your mate soon,' Mom said petting your hair as a way of comfort.

'What is she crying about this time?' your youngest brother growled as he walked into the dining room.

Your emotions got the better of you and you jumped up in rage.

'You have no idea what it's like being an omega! How hard it is!' you spat at him, your eyes filling with angry tears.

'Nope, I don't,' your brother simply shrugged, not caring at all.

Even though you were the oldest and only daughter of your family, all your younger brothers were born either Beta's or Delta's, which caused quite some friction between your family most of the time. You were the only Omega. And it sucked.

'Do you know what it's like seeing all your friends being mated or having their first pups? Have to watch their happy family pictures? Their new lives of freedom and love with their new packs? While I'm still fucking stuck here with 8 dimwits younger brothers who still somehow managed to be born Delta's or Beta's?!' you cried.

'Jeez are you in heat or something?' your youngest brother rolled his eyes at you.

You snapped.

The wolf inside you broke out and you instantly shifted, baring your teeth and charing at your youngest brother.

But your paws had barely touched the ground when another large grey wolf appeared in front of you. He growled. You skidded and came to a halt.

Your father, in his grey wolf form, stared you down angrily. You knew you had gone too far. Your tail instantly sagged between your legs and you lay down on the ground on your belly, averting your eyes and showing my submission.

Dad growled at you. It was clear, "we will talk about your punishment later" growl.

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After being verbally smacked around the ears by your Alpha father and washing up, you went up to your bedroom, emotionally exhausted and ready for bed.

But when you passed your parent's bedroom you heard something that piqued your interest. You stopped and listened.

'But don't you understand dear? She's lonely! She feels left out. She's been of age for years and she still hasn't found a mate. How would you feel if you had to go to your heat alone every time, for years on end, with 8 brothers beneath you?' your mom spoke to your dad.

'I get that it's awkward for her, and I get that's she's having a hard time. But I can't let her shift and charge at her brother and get away with it,' dad objected.

'Oh, bullshit. You let the boys fight each other all the time without interference or punishment,' Mom said annoyed.

'That's because they're boys and Delta's and Beta's. We can't have our Omega daughter be known as someone who attacks Delta's or Beta's, even if they're her brothers and even if they deserve it, and even if she's older than them. I mean, who would want to mate her if they'd know she was this defiant?' dad explained.

Mom sighed.

'Fine, but I think it's time we send her to a gathering again,' she said after a short silence.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest at her words.

This time it was your dad's turn to sigh.

'Honey we've talked about this. She's been to thirteen gatherings in the past year. Thirteen! And still no mate! We won't be doing her a favor by sending her out again and having her come back unmated again. It'll only be discouraging,' dad sighed.

'But what if she doesn't come back unmated?' mom pleaded.

Dad scoffed. 'Honey, there aren't any new gatherings left for her to go to. She's been to all of them this year,'

'Well,' mom said slowly.

You were holding your breath. It sounded like your mom was finally going to ask permission for the favor you had asked her about a few weeks back.

'There is one... that she hasn't been to...' mom said carefully.

'If you're talking about the Bangtan gathering, forget it,' Dad said sharply.

Your muscles tensed up at his words.

'But honey,' mom started, but dad interrupted her.

'No. No, I won't allow it. I won't let my daughter go to a gathering with a pack that has seven Alphas in it. Seven Alphas!? Unmated too! How is that even legal? How have they not torn each other to shreds yet? No. No, it's far too dangerous. I will not let my daughter be mated with a man who is part of a pack with 6 other Alphas,' dad refused.

Your heart sank. It had been your last chance. Your last hope...

But now...

'Oh bullshit,' your mother said suddenly fierce.

Your ears instantly perked up.

'Excuse me?' dad said in his most Alpha tone.

'Bullshit!' mom repeated. 'Bullshit that it's too dangerous. If Y/n would be safe anywhere it is in a pack with seven alpha's who can all protect her and have a true mate of their own. The only reason you don't want it is because it'll mean you'll have to deal with not one but seven Alphas,' mom hissed. 'And how is that different from all the other gatherings she's been to before? There were at least 50 Alphas at each one of them,'

Dad growled annoyed.

'My dear, just let her go. Give her this one last chance to find her mate before she has to wait for another year again,' your mom pleaded.

'But what if she comes back unmated again?' your dad's voice was soft now. Concerned. 'Will she be able to handle the disappointment?'

'Not letting her go will leave her unmated either way. What's the difference?' mom said irritated.

'I just don't want my girl to get hurt,' dad sighed.

'I won't' you blurted out. The words had been spoken before you could stop them. You threw all care out of the window and went for it, opening the door and stepping inside their room, trying to look as strong as you could.

'I won't get hurt if I come back unmated. At least then I'd have tried everything right? Then waiting another year wouldn't be too bad, it might even be easier,' you lied.

Dad bit his lip. 'I don't know dear,' he hesitated.

'Please dad?' you begged him.

Dad's eyes went from you to your mother and back again. There was clear doubt in his eyes.

Then he sighed again.

'Fine. You can go to the Bangtan gathering,' he said defeated by his own Omega and Omega daughter.

XXXXXXXXXX

The gathering was similar to human mixers. Wolves of all ranks from all over the country would go there to find their mates. With human mixers, one would often go to a restaurant to eat and talk with each other. It would only last one day or evening and would often support small groups. Wolf gatherings however often consisted of 25 to 100 wolves which would gather at a completely rented out hotel. It would start around noon and all of the wolves would meet in the conference room. Most would dress up as nicely as they could, for who would know if you'd actually find your lifemate. Some people would just be there to find someone to spend their next heat or rut with. Others would find their mate. And for those, the stay at the hotel would sometimes last up to a week...

It was quite a drive from your home to the hotel where the gathering would take place. When you arrived most of the hallway was full of other Omega's. Alpha's always had to arrive a day before and would be confined to their top floor rooms to make sure no fights would break out. Omegas would arrive the day after early in the morning and would only go up to their rooms to dump their luggage and get themselves ready before going in that noon.

You could count at least 43 Omega's in the lobby. All of them looked quite a bit younger than you...

And what was it with their appearances? How could they all look like supermodels? With long legs, shapely hips and bosoms, and big eyes.

You felt uncomfortable next to them. They looked like their bodies were designed to catch.

And then there was you.

Small, thin, and with few roundings in either the back or the front.

"It's all about the scent, not about the looks" you tried to assure yourself nervously.

'Aren't you Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan?' a voice suddenly asked you.

You turned around to see a tall girl squinting down at you.

'Eh,' you said, not sure how to reply.

'You have seven younger brothers right?' she continued.

'Right,' you nodded, feeling a bit agitated that she seemed to know me though you didn't know her.

'Ah. Yes, I thought I recognized you. You were in my older sister's class, Soo-jin is her name. I thought you would've been mated by now since my sister has been mated for years already,' the girl said carelessly.

'Good for her,' you said trying to sound nice as her words felt like a dagger in you.

'Yes, she's currently on her second catch of twins you know,' the girl said proudly.

You tried to smile but it came out more like a grimace. Having twins was one of the most admirable and enviable things in our society as it showed fertility and a strong bloodline.

'Anyway, why haven't you mated yet? Just didn't find the right one or did you hold out for the Bangtan pack?' she continued shamelessly.

'Hold out...?' you puffed incredulously.

'Honestly, you wouldn't be the first one to do so. I've heard loads of girls not going to other gatherings because they were desperate to get mated with one of the Bangtan pack. Of course, I'm not one of them.' She said quickly flicking her hair over her shoulder.

'Why are they desperate to get mated to the Bangtan pack?' you asked surprised. You knew the Bangtang gathering was one of the most popular and well-visited ones of the year, but you didn't know about the popularity of the Bangtan pack itself.

The girl laughed.

'Uhm duh, because they're all hot as fuck, they're all rich as fuck, and they're all Alphas. Of course the Alpha of the Alpha's, Kim Namjoon, is the most wanted,' the girl said fluttering her long eyelashes. 'And if you gotta believe the stories of the girl they share their ruts with,' the girl shook her head and whistled between her teeth before smiling lustfully. 'Those stories are almost enough to start your heat,'

'So none of them are mated yet?' You asked surprised. Surely you had expected them when being so popular to be mated already.

The girl shook her head, her eyes glinting.

'Nope, it is said they only hold these gatherings to find girls to share their ruts with. Some say they don't want to be mated at all. But imagine, what if they suddenly realize they're your mate?! Imagine being so lucky as to carry their pups,' she said sighing deeply, her cheeks flushing slightly.

'Who are you talking about?' Another girl asked catching the end of your conversation.

'Bangtan pack,' the first girl said dreamily.

'Oh my god, yes! You know I skipped most gatherings to go to this one. Imagine being mated to Jimin!' The second girl exclaimed lustfully.

'Jimin? I'd rather have Taehyung, I've heard his voice sounds like a lion growling,' another girl said sighing deeply.

More and more girls started joining in the conversation.

They were talking about the Bangtan Pack as if they were some kind of celebrity group. And apparently, they kind of were to young Omegas.

The name I heard most was that of Kim Namjoon. He was supposed to be the Alpha of the Alpha group. He was also the tallest and according to some the hottest. But that was very much a point of debate.

You felt overwhelmed. It was clear to you now why the Bangtan gathering was so incredibly popular. You could imagine the Omegas being drawn in by the allure of the famous Bangtan-All-Alphas pack. This in turn would draw in many other Alphas as well, wanting a piece of the action.

But honestly, you didn't care much for the Bangtan pack in particular. It was interesting how they could manage to be an all-Alphas pack without killing each other, you had to admit that. But the way the girls talked about them made it clear to you that none of them stood a chance since all they were interested in were rut mates.

You did think it interesting to hear how much knowledge the girls had of the Bangtan pack even though none of them had ever met them. And the rumors that were going around... They were... spicy to say the least.

But you were just here in desperate want for a mate. And you were determined not to spend another agonizing heat alone nor another year of having to swipe through pictures of happily mated couples with their families.

Even though you knew very well that you couldn't just choose your mate.

It either happened...

Or it didn't...

XXXXXXXXXX

While you were getting ready in your room, the Bangtan pack was eagerly waiting together in their room.

Hoseok stuck his nose in the air and took a deep breath.

'Hmm I can smell them from here,' he said eagerly. The smell of the Omegas down in the hall was exciting to them.

'Bet I'll have one at my feet within 20 minutes,' Junkook said pacing up and down the floor.

'I was thinking of trying to get two at once this time,' Jimin said excitedly.

'Calm down boys,' the leader Alpha commanded. They all scowled but did as their leader said. 'If you continue talking like that you might incite your own rut,' Namjoon stated.

'I just hope to find my mate,' Taehyung said softly as he stared out of the window. All boys laughed at him.

'What?! Just because you're all in it for the sex doesn't mean I have to be. I just feel like I'm ready to settle down you know. Mate an Omega, have some pups. Five would be nice,' he said staring dreamily into the distance.

Namjoon scoffed, as did the other guys. None of them had an ounce of romance in their bodies. Especially the leader Namjoon. Because he was a rare dominant Alpha, most Omegas would instantly swoon at the scent of him. It wasn't unusual that simply his presence was enough to incite an Omegas heat. It was easy for him to get any girl he wanted, whenever he wanted it. And he loved it. Even though he had a breeding and daddy kink, he wasn't sure if he was ready to be a dad yet. Or ever for that matter.

Namjoon checked his watch.

'They'll almost be going in, guys. Remember, we will be going in later to give all of them a fair shot to get mated first before we,' Namjoon didn't get to finish his sentence as Yoongi interrupted him.

'Before we come in and make them soak their panties with slick and heat?' Yoongi grinned.

'Yoongi,' Namjoon said in a reprimanding tone, but he grinned too.

'Remember the other rules guys,' Namjoon continued in a more serious tone.

'No taking Omegas in their heat,' Jimin said rolling his eyes.

'Getting out as soon as we feel a rut coming,' Jin called out the second rule.

'No knotting unless you're mated,' Yoongi scowled.

'Make sure to ask for consent and check if they're on birth control,' Jungkook said pointedly.

Namjoon nodded at his pack.

Meanwhile, you had arrived in the conference room. You had decided to wear a black satin slip-on dress, which you hoped would be a slip-off dress by the end of the night...

You had also worn your hair up, a tip from your mom as to expose your scent glands as much as possible.

Alphas had finally started arriving and you could instantly see some of them find their mates within seconds. You had seen it happen so many times.

They would enter the room with their noses in the air. Sniffing out the alluring scent they had noticed and following it straight to the Omega. They would smile broadly at each other as they found each other and after a short introduction, they would be off, back to their hotel rooms together...

But this only happened to at most a quarter of the wolfs attending. Most wouldn't find their mate and instead would simply mingle, hoping to find a rut or heat mate or sometimes just to make some new friends.

You kept yourself apart from the talking and laughing groups of people. Hoping anxiously that it would help to keep your scent as pure as possible so that, if your possible mate was here, they couldn't miss it.

As the time ticked by and no more new people seemed to be entering the room, you grew hopeless again. More and more couples were leaving, either as mates or as friends.

You could feel the pain in your heart grow deeper and deeper as you stared out of the window at the sun getting lower and lower. It seemed like another failed gathering. Which would mean another year of agonizing heats, and hearing families talk proudly about their new catch.

Tears started to well up in your eyes as the hopelessness consumed you.

But a sudden chatter drew your attention and you turned around curiously.

'I heard they'll be coming down now,' a girl said.

'Finally! What took them so long? It's been hours,' another girl said.

And indeed the Bangtan pack was on its way down. All seven of them ran down the stairs, whooping and yelling, getting themselves riled up for the hunt they were about to undertake.

Namjoon could feel his wolf being awakened as the strong smell of a room full of Omegas entered his nostrils. It excited him. It excited all of them.

And suddenly he smelt it.

I very peculiar and hypnotizing scent set his wolf on high alert. He could feel a tingle down his spine as he ran to the door of the conference room, followed by his shouting and laughing companions.

All seven of them burst into the room excitedly and many Omega's started screaming as if they were fangirls watching their favorite celebrities pass by.

Suddenly you caught a strong whiff of a scent that seemed to light a fire in your lower belly. But before you could react to it, or before you could stand on your tiptoes to see what you expected to be the Bangtan pack bursting in, a man stepped in front of you. He was small and wore a crinkled suit.

'Hi, I'm Jack,' he said friendly. His scent somehow seemed off and it was clear to you that he wasn't an Alpha, nor your mate.

'Hi,' you spoke warily, not actually wanting to make conversation as you were sure he wasn't your mate. Besides, that scent... Not his, but another scent... the one that, it that fire in you.

Namjoons mind was racing as he followed his nose to that hypnotizing scent. His wolf was screaming at him to follow it and he was curious to see where it would lead him. Never before had he smelled something so... alluring.

He passed a few tables when...

There it was, the source of the smell.

He could see a small thin girl in a black satin slip-on dress, with her hair in a casual low bun. Her neck beautiful pale neck was exposed...

She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A princess, a goddess an angel.

For a second Namjoon imagined himself walking over to her, taking her into his arms and digging his teeth into her neck deeply, marking her.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

What the hell was he thinking?

Then suddenly he noticed the man that was talking to her. Clearly a Delta. He was holding his hand out for her to shake.

Namjoon could see the clear doubt in her eyes, your eyes. The wolf in him instantly woke again. It roared angrily. How dared that man touch his Omega? How dare he make you feel uncomfortable?

The frenzy overtook him and he charged, growling loudly. All of the other Alpha's in his pack instantly noticed and stopped what they were doing. Within seconds they had sped over, but it was already too late.

Namjoon was sitting on top of the Delta he had toppled over, punching him in the face with all his might. It took all six of the other Alphas in his pack to pull him off.

'NAMJOON!' Yoongi called at him. 'Namjoon!' he repeated, this time slapping Namjoon in the face. Namjoon who was just seconds ago all arms and legs trying his hardest to get loose from the grip of his pack members, desperate to hurt the Delta more, was now turned to Yoongi.

'NAMJOON CALM THE FUCK DOWN! WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!' Yoongi growled at him. The wolf in Namjoon was still on high alert, but Yoongi's voice pulled him slightly back to earth.

Namjoon looked at the bleeding Delta on the ground. He stopped struggling and the six-pack members let go of him.

'GET OUT!' Namjoon growled at the bleeding Delta. The Delta was all too happy to instantly leave the room.

'Where is she?' Namjoon muttered more to himself, his jaws still clenched in anger. He spun around wildly as his friends were still on high alert, ready to grab Namjoon again immediately if needed.

But then he spotted you. You had cowered back into the corner of the nearest windowsill. If you had been in wolf form, your tail would've been between your legs and your ears flat against your head. But you were still human, which meant you were simply trembling on your feet, praying your knees wouldn't give out.

As soon as Namjoon spotted you his wolf calmed down. You were unharmed and untouched.

He took a few steps closer to you. The scent that had lit the fire in your lower parts was growing stronger. It was clear now it was coming from him. The Alpha of the Alpha pack.

But you were too scared.

You pressed your back against the cold glass wall as you watched the tall, broad, and muscled man inch closer to you.

Finally, your knees gave out and you sank down, your wolf making you whimper in submission.

Namjoons heart melted as he watched you cower and whimper in the corner.

'Are you okay baby?' he spoke in his husky low voice. Your scent intoxicated him and he wanted nothing more than to take your shivering silhouette into his arms.

The use of the pet name and his soft words took you by surprise. Still trembling like a chihuahua you slowly nodded in response.

Namjoon stuck out his hand to you.

'Let me help you up,' he said softly. The sound of his voice was so mesmerizing. You weren't sure if it was his voice alone, or his intoxicating scent, or maybe just the fact that he was a dominant Alpha, but you couldn't help but obey him.

You didn't even care that him touching you like that would make him scent you. You wanted him to scent you. You wanted to drown in the smell of him.

Carefully Namjoon helped you up.

'You're shivering' he stated worriedly. He quickly took off his jacket and put it around your bare shoulders. 'There,'

In the background, the six other pack members exchanged incredulous looks with each other. Had it really happened? To their leader even. Or was this a new weird tactic Namjoon hadn't told them about to lure in Omegas?

You looked around you. The whole of the conference room was looking at you and Namjoon breathlessly. You felt embarrassed and scared, unsure of what the hell had just happened, and still with that sizzling fire in you.

Namjoon noticed the change in your mood and looked up too. He too noticed all attendees staring at the two of you.

'Let's get some fresh air for a bit,' he quickly whispered into your ear. The proximity of his nose to your neck made his chest swell up and there was a second in which he had to fight the insane urge of marking you again.

The feeling of his hot breath on your ear and the scent of him made you unable to refuse him. Meekly you followed him as he guided you to the exit.

XXXXXXXXXX

Once outside Namjoon took you into the hotel gardens.

The fresh air and scent of the trees and earth helped you calm down a lot. However, the scent of him so close next to you, his jacket around your shoulders drenched in it...

While the panic was subsiding the fire in you started to rise slowly.

'Let's sit here,' Namjoon said, gesturing to a nearby bench.

You obeyed and he came to sit down next to you.

You didn't dare to make eye contact, let alone look at him, so you looked at your feet instead.

'What's your name?' Namjoon asked huskily. His voice wasn't helping the fire die down either...

'Lee Y/n from the Lee pack from Busan,' You answered.

'Hmm,' Namjoon sounded, his chest rumbling so deep that the bench seemed to vibrate beneath you.

'I'm Kim Namjoon from the Bangtan pack,' Namjoon introduced himself politely.

'I know,' you whispered. It had been clear to you from the moment he had walked in. His dominant Alpha aura and his scent were impossible to miss. The description the girls had given of him this morning had been accurate. To you, he indeed was the most handsome one in the pack.

For the first time in his life, Namjoon felt awkward. Your scent was so overwhelming to him now that you two were alone. The wolf inside him was screaming, crying, and clawing at him to hold you, touch you, kiss you, mark you, mate you...

But the sensation of it all had been so unexpected. Unwanted even. He was confused and in denial.

'So erm,' Namjoon started, unsure of where he was going with his sentence but desperate to keep talking to distract his wolf.

'So erm, what were you here for?' He asked. He wanted to punch himself in the face. Why on earth would anyone ask that? An Omega was at a gathering for only two reasons: find a mate or find a heat partner.

While cursing himself out silently he heard your soft voice answer.

'I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that?' he apologized.

You mumbled your answer again.

Your mumbling warmed his heart. It sounded cute and shy.

'You gotta speak up baby,' Namjoon said and unable to help himself he put his finger under your chin and directed your face to look at him.

Looking at you from up close made his heart skip a beat. Your soft skin, your perfectly shaped eyes, nose, and mouth. He wanted to look at that face for the rest of the time. To plant kisses on those pink cheeks and rose lips...

'I'm looking for a mate,' you admitted breathlessly. His stunning face silenced you. His dark almond eyes, his rounded cheeks, full soft-looking lips. You could feel the heat rising in you. This was bad. Very very bad. You shouldn't be having your heat right now. You had already been through one recently so it was extremely off-cycle.

Your words made Namjoon freeze, his finger still underneath your chin. His wolf was still clawing at him. He could smell it now. Your heat firing up. The slick that had formed between your legs. His wolf roared. He wanted to mate your right now. Dig his teeth into your neck. Thrust his cock into you, knot you, and unload himself over and over into you, until you'd catch.

His pants had become far too tight around his dick, which had grown into a fullfledged raging boner. His wolf roared louder and louder.

But he had locked his muscles in place. Frozen. Trying desperately to get a grip on the situation while your words echoed in his head:

"I'm looking for a mate,"

Namjoons wolf answered.

"You've found him,"

But Namjoon kept his jaws locked as he stared into your eyes.

And you stared back into his.

Meanwhile, you were falling deeper and deeper into your heat as you looked at him, smelled him.

Suddenly blind panic overtook Namjoon's mind.

'Good luck. Go straight back to your room,' he heard himself speak. His fingers slipped away from under your chin as he turned his back onto you.

Even though your heat was begging you to jump his bones, Namjoon's Alpha order weighed stronger than anything, causing you to stand up on wobbly legs. You could feel your drenched panties stick to your burning crotch while your legs moved on their own, walking you back to the hotel, leaving a heaving Namjoon behind.

As the distance between the two of you grew, Namjoon's mind started to become a little clearer. But instead of feeling better, as he had expected he only started to feel worse. The smell of you lessened and his wolf started crying and whimpering loudly for it.

You had disappeared out of his sight and entered the lobby. Your legs barely able to carry you but still executing the Alpha's order. As the elevator doors closed and you pressed the button it felt like your insides shattered. Your legs finally gave out as you dropped to the floor. The only thing you could think of was Namjoon's face. His scent that you were still carrying around your shoulders. But he was far away now. Too far away. And for some reason, it hurt.

And it hurt him too. It felt as if when you left him, a piece of his soul got ripped away from him. He felt incomplete. Empty. Agonizing.

Then he heard it. Even though soft and far away, he could hear your broken-hearted sobs in the elevator as it went up.

He snapped. Fuck not being ready for being a dad, he was ready. More than ready. Completely and utterly ready to tie himself down forever. As long as it was with you.

He had lied to himself. He could never send you away. Never leave your side. Never be without you.

Namjoon flew up, and raced into the hotel, running to the stairs as he followed your scent and sobs up as you went up in the elevator. He needed you. He needed to be with you. Needed your scent, your touch, your everything.

Panting he ran up the stairs until he finally heard the ding that notified him of the arrival of the elevator. He kicked open the door that led to the hallway and immediately noticed you on the floor in the elevator, which doors were opened.

Within seconds he was next to you, throwing all care completely out of the window and scooping you up from the ground into his strong arms.

'I'm sorry. I got you now baby. I'm sorry. I got you. I got you baby,' he coed into your ear as he pressed you close against his body.

You looked up into his dark and beautiful eyes. It was clear now. He was your mate.

And you were his.

XXXXXXXXXX

As Namjoon carried you to his room, you could feel his chest heaving as his breath got heavier and heavier.Not because carrying you took him a lot of effort, as he had carried grocery bags that had felt heavier than you. No, it was because of what you did to him. What your scent did to him. What your touch did to him.

There was no way he could hide the ever-growing massive boner in his pants. Nor could you hide your heat rising inside of you. Your panties getting drenched in your wet slick.By the time the both of you arrived in his room, your eyes were only half-open, your throat was dry and your cheeks were flushed. Namjoon softly placed you on the bed, but when he tried to get up you grabbed the front of his shirt, keeping him bend over you.'Don't leave,' you whispered, your voice slightly raspy. 'If I don't lock myself in the bathroom I will mate you,' Namjoon growled with clenched teeth, fighting hard to keep his wolf down.

'I want you to,' you breathed.Namjoons fingers curled.'You're in heat, you don't know what you're doing,' he said, gritting his teeth.'I do,' You mewed.'You don't even know me,' Namjoon tried one last time, only barely able to hold back now. 'Namjoon, mate me,' you purred, clenching the front of his shirt between your fingers.

Your words broke him. There was no way he could ever hold back now. No way he could hold any of it in.

He roared as he dove on top of you, planting kisses on every piece of bare skin he could find. You tangled your fingers into his hair as he licked every inch of you.

He pulled down the top of your dress, exposing your braless breasts. Namjoon groaned in agony at the sight of them. His large hands could easily cup your breast entirely and he tugged, twisted, and softly bit into your nipples. The feeling of it drove you insane.

'God your tits are so perfect,' he growled in your ear. You could feel him grinding his clothed hips into your side as he sucked on your nipples. You let out a long and high-pitched moan which made Namjoon's member twitch. He used his free hand to find the hem of your dress, pulling it up and starting to massage your inner tighs.Namjoon pulled his mouth from your nipple and smashed his lips into yours. His lips felt soft, warm, and wet. His sweet taste was almost addictive.

He parted his lips slightly more and let his tongue glide over your lips. You opened your mouth slightly to let him in.

Your tongues intertwined and the taste of him made electricity shoot through your body.

'Oh baby,' Namjoon groaned as he felt you twitch underneath him.He let his hand slide up in between your tighs, dragging a finger over your soaked panties.'You're such a good girl. All wet for me,' he hummed in your ear. Good shivers went down your spine.

'Hmm, you like that don't you baby? You like it when daddy talks dirty to you?' his low voice tickled your ear.'Yes,' you moaned.'Yes, what?' Namjoon growled as he softly pinched your clit. You moaned in ecstasy.'Yes daddy,' you purred.'That's my baby,' he said licking the soft spot beneath your ear. Namjoon suddenly tugged harshly at your panties, pulling them down in one movement and throwing them on the ground. 'You want daddy to satisfy his baby girl?' he whispered, kissing you again.'Please daddy,' you groaned onto his lips. You could feel his lips twist into a smile as he kissed you deeply before breaking the kiss and crawling down, between your legs.

You could feel his tongue lick from your slit to your pearl.'You're slick is so fucking sweet,' Namjoon groaned. The hot air of his words caressed your clit and made you squirm even more. He wrapped his lips around your bud and started flicking into it with his tongue and sucking it.

You were completely in ecstasy. The scent of him completely surrounding you, his hands roaming over your body, his tongue playing with your most sensitive spot.

You could feel your pussy clench around nothing and knew you needed more.'Namjoon please,' you moaned.'What is it baby?' he asked you between licks.

'Please, I need more,' you groaned.'Yeah? You need daddy to fill that tiny empty pussy of yours?' he grinned as he gave a big suck on your clit.'Please daddy,' you moaned desperately.

You could feel him shift his hands, one of his fingers now sliding up and down over your wet entrance.'Please daddy,' you repeated. He chuckled lowly and suddenly you felt the delicious feeling of pressure against your entrance. Slowly but surely Namjoon slipped his pinky finger into you.

'Fuck baby, you're so tight,' Namjoon groaned, his dick pulsing. The thought and feeling of your tight pussy around his smallest finger made him groan.

'How will daddy ever get his big knot in there if you're this tight baby?' Namjoon groaned.His dirty words made your pussy clench down even more.

'Fuck,' he moaned at the feeling of you tightening around his finger. He pulled it out and you immediately protested.'Gotta prepare you a little bit baby,' he said, before sticking his thumb into you. The size difference was clearly felt by you and you moaned happily. 'So you like it when I fill you up more huh?' Namjoon grinned. He instantly pulled out again and put his index finger and his middle finger into you. You squealed in pleasure as you could feel your eyes rolling back into your head.

'We're not done yet baby,' Namjoon coed into your ear. The dominance dripping of his words made you clench again which in turn caused him to moan again. 'You need to be able to fit at least three fingers for you to be able to fit me,' he murmured.

His two fingers were sliding in and out of you as he softly nipped at your clit. You were having the hardest time not to lose your fucking mind.

You felt so incredibly warm, wet, and soft around Namjoons's fingers that he was having the hardest time holding himself back. His wolf was screaming at him to just unleash his dick already.But he knew he needed you to get comfortable with three fingers for him to be able to fuck you in a pleasurable way.

He moved his fingers in and out of you for a while, picking up the pace slightly and spreading his two fingers slowly wider and wider until he finally felt like he could fit one more in.'You ready for number three baby?' Namjoon asked, his jaw now clenched again in an attempt to hold himself back.'Yes daddy, fill me up,' you groaned, squirming underneath him in pleasure.Grinding his teeth in anticipation, Namjoon pulled his hand back and inserted a third finger into you. The feeling of it was almost too much for you. You felt stretched, not in a painful way, but in a good way. Slowly Namjoon pushed his fingers further into you, then all of a sudden bending them.

You screamed out in pleasure. He had pressed your g-spot. Namjoon growled and started picking up the pace again, shoving his three fingers in you at an angle and pressing your g-spot hard over and over again.

'Namjoon, I'm- I'm gonna...' you moaned, squirming underneath him. 'Cum for daddy, baby. Come for me, let me taste you,' Namjoon commanded you. It was all you needed. The waves crashed over you as heat, electricity and a tingling sensation warmed your insides from your fingertips to your toes.

Namjoon sucked at your slit, making the orgasm even intenser, licking up your sweet tasting slick.

Gasping loudly, wave after wave rolled over you until Namjoon finally removed his fingers and face from your pussy.'Such a good baby girl,' he growled grinning.

XXXXXXXXXX

Although your orgasm was subsiding, your heat definitely wasn't. It was as if the orgasm had only thrown oil onto the fire. You wanted more. You needed more. You need him.

'Mate me,' you repeated the words you had said before, begging him almost.

But this time he was too far gone to object.

Within seconds he had taken off his shirt and pants. His hairless chest was muscular and broad, as were his arms. His legs were toned with muscles and the pink wet knob of his hard-on was poking out from under his underpants.

You could instantly see why he had been insisting on you taking his three fingers. He was bigger than any toy you had ever tried. But the sight of it didn't scare you. It only made your heat grow stronger.

'I'm yours,' you sighed as you stared at his features. He was like a real-life adonis. Never in a million years would you have dared to dream of such a handsome, stunning, and sexy mate.

'Oh baby I'm gonna fuck you so good you won't be able to walk tomorrow,' he growled before finally ripping of his underpants, completely revealing his massive dick.

In one smooth dive, he was back on top of you again, his tip instantly pressuring on your entrance.

'Wait, don't you want to do it traditionally?' you said quickly, a moment of clarity giving you a small window to actually think. Normally the mating would be done with the man behind the woman, literally doggy style.

Namjoon grinned at me.

'I wanna see my baby girl's face when I fuck you,' He said low, kissing your lips. You could feel the pressure on your slit increasing and slowly you could feel his massive girth sliding into you. You moaned.

'I wanna see your pretty face as you cum for me again,' Namjoon grinned as he slowly inserted himself into you. Your pussy had never been stretched this far. Luckily your slick made it bearable as he pressed on.

'I wanna see my mate's face as I knot you and fill you up with my pups,' Namjoon growled, his wolf now completely taking over. He suddenly thrust himself into you to his base. You cried out in shock as his tip deeply brushed your g-spot and then filled you up entirely.

He gave you a second to adjust before he pulled back again slightly. You groaned as the pressure against your walls lessened slightly.

Namjoon faced you again, hovering over you. His smile was dark, lustful. A sight enough to make you clench again. He bend down and kissed you passionately. You knew, were sure, that never in the rest of your life you would ever get sick of his taste.

Before you knew it he thrust his hips forward again, his dick stretching you once more. He started at a slow pace. Long deep slow strides of sliding in and out of you, your wetness making it easy for him. Every time hitting your g-spot hard and every time making you sigh deeply as you stared into his beautiful dark eyes.

But Namjoon's wolf was growing impatient. Spurring him on to pick up the pace, and so he did. Within minutes he was pounding into you harshly, looking down at your ecstasy-filled face and clenching his jaw hard.

You were totally losing it. Nothing in the world existed anymore. It was just you and him. The only thing you could feel was his magical massive dick pounding you, hitting you in all the right places. Your own wolf was howling too, begging for your own release, begging to be filled to the brim.

'Your tight pussy takes my dick so well baby,' Namjoon groaned into your neck. 'Your little cunt was made to satisfy me,'

His words made you burn and squirm as electricity ran through your veins

'Fill me,' you let slip out your thoughts in a sex-driven mind lapse.

'You want me to knot you, baby?' Namjoon growled. He bit his own lip as he started pounding you even harder and faster.

'Yes daddy!' you yelped getting completely fucked out of your mind. 'Knot me, daddy! Fill me with your pups, please!' you screamed as you dug your claws into his back, his pounding sending you over the edge.

You could feel the base of his cock swell, stretching you even further.

'I'm gonna fill you up so good baby. I will make you catch tonight. I'll make sure everyone knows your mine forever,' Namjoon growled lowly into your ear.

His words lubricated you more as you moaned loudly. You could feel his base still growing, expanding to the size that would've scared you out of your wits had you not been so far into your heat.

'I'm gonna-' Namjoon started to groan. 'I'm-I-I'm gonna cum!' he roared. He gave one hard pound, thrusting his knot fully into you. Your pussy instantly clenched down at its base as you reached your own orgasm.

You could feel his tip against your womb, could feel his hot thick cum pouring into you as you screamed his name in pleasure. At the same time, a sharp pain in your neck made you dig your nails into the sheets.

Namjoon was digging his teeth into your neck, marking you as his mate for life, while his dick still pulsed and poured more cum into you.

He softly licked the holes his teeth had made into your skin, easing the pain and healing up the small wounds.

Softly kissing you neck and whispering words you at first could hardly hear.

'I love you Y/n. I love you. I'll always love you. I'll take care of you forever,' he moaned into your neck, kissing your mark and wrapping his arms tightly around you, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck

His knot was still stuck inside you as the last bit of his cum poured from his cock into you.

As the last few waves of your orgasm subsides you felt satisfied, stretched, and very full.

It felt so safe in his arms. Your mate's arms. The thought of it was almost surreal. You had waited so long for this. Hopedso long for this. And now it had finally happened.

And it felt better than you could've ever imagined.

'Are you comfortable baby?' Namjoon asked softly his words tickling your neck.

'Very much so,' you purred back.

'Good. It'll take a while for my knot to go down so just lean into me. Sleep if you're tired baby,' Namjoon told you, his chest vibrating nicely against you as he spoke in his low voice.

The mention of sleep suddenly made you realize how exhausted you actually were. You hummed into his chest and cuddled up closer to him. His strong big arms wrapped around you tighter, pulling you against his muscular chest.

You could hear his heartbeat. Steady and rhythmic. The warmth of his body was like a nice bath. The scent of him made you feel calm, happy, at home. You were at home.

When you woke up the following morning in Namjoon's arms he was already awake. His knot had finally gone down and he was able to remove himself from you painlessly.

The both of you spend the entire day in the bedroom, cuddling and talking about everything.

< < < < < < < THREE WEEKS LATER > > > > > > >

You and Namjoon had been inseparable the past two weeks. He had met your family, and you had met his pack and his parents. Most of the time you had spent in his house, together in his bed...

The two of you had conversed till deep in the night, so much so that your throats had become hoarse of all the talking.

The markings on your neck had healed up nicely by now and you carried them around proudly and on display whenever you had to leave the house. But never his side. You would never leave his side. Nor would Namjoon ever let you get further away from his than into another room in the same house.

When you woke up one morning in Namjoon's arms you noticed him looking down at you. There was a smile on his face but his eyes... You knew from his eyes instantly that something was up.

'What's wrong?' You asked as you sat up.

'Nothing, don't worry about it,' Namjoon said kissing your forehead sweetly.

'Joon,' you moaned into his neck, cuddling up closer to him. Namjoon's dick instantly started to perk up.

'If you don't stop that now, something bad will happen,' Namjoon groaned.

'Oh, yea? What will happen daddy?' you purred into his ear, turning around and rubbing you but against his front.

Namjoon growled.

'Stop it, I just got my knot out of you again,' he groaned.

'I know, but it makes me feel so empty daddy, won't you fill me up again like you did last night?' you mewed. You knew exactly what to say to get him hard instantly.

'Stop it!' Namjoon laughed rolling away from you and almost falling out of bed. You giggled.

Namjoon got up and walked around the bed, sitting on the edge and cupping your face lovingly in his hands.

'You know I would love nothing more than to knot you and fill you up again,' he said seductively, almost inciting your heat, 'however we made a promise to visit your family again and a certain sleepy baby, that I didn't wanted to wake because she looked so beautiful, has already made us late,' he grinned.

'Fuck, I forgot,' you swore, quickly glancing at the clock. Namjoon was right, you guys were late.

The both of you hurriedly got ready, both of you having a hard time keeping your hands off of each other as you did so.

An hour later you arrived at your parent's house. Your mom and dad were waiting for you on the porch. Your brothers were probably out, patrolling the borders of the land.

As you got out of the car, you hurried over to your mom as she opened her arms for you. You gave her a big happy hug as Namjoon followed you closely and bowed to your father.

When your mom let go of you you could instantly see something was wrong. Her eyes were narrowed as she glanced you up and down. She looked at Namjoon sharply who saw her look.

'You smell it on her too right?' Namjoon said his face grimaced in pain.

'What?!' you said shocked. 'You smell what?' you could feel your heart rate rise instantly in panic.

'I smell it too alright,' your mom said, her brows slightly furrowed.

'What!? What do you smell? What's wrong with me?' you cried out, desperate to know.

'I don't know baby,' Namjoon said, his voice worried, quickly taking you into his arms and hugging you as a way of comfort.

'I know that smell all too well,' your mom said darkly. Namjoon wrapped his arms around you tighter as if he was hoping to protect you from whatever your mom would say next.

She looked from you to Namjoon, to your father, and back again to you.

Then she suddenly smiled broadly.

'Your pregnant honey,' she grinned happily.

Your heart skipped a beat. Namjoon almost squished you in his arms but you could hear him sigh in relief.

'You're sure?' he asked his voice clearly dripping with excitement.

'A thousand percent sure,' your mom nodded confidently.

Namjoon laughed happily as did your father.

'And,' your mom continued, making Namjoon hold his breath behind you again, 'judging by the thickness of the smell,' your mom paused for effect.

'It's probably twins,' she said her face positively glowing proudly.

Namjoon let out a jubilant roar as he lifted you up in the air and spun you around.

You were unable to say anything. Thick tears of happiness were streaming down your face.

'At least twins,' your mom added. 'I remember when I was pregnant with my twins, Yongbok and Hyun Jin, the smell was similar to this, although I myself couldn't smell it at first either. But what I smell on you my dear daughter,' your mom nodded knowingly, 'certainly twins at least,'

Namjoon couldn't stop laughing, the sound of his happiness filling your ears and heart alongside your own happiness.

'I gotta call my sister,' your mom said, tears in her eyes now too. 'She's gonna be so jealous when she hears my daughter has mated the Alpha of the famous Bangtan Alpha pack and is carrying his pups. Twins! At least! The bitch has been nagging me for years about how her daughter mated the Alpha of the Exo pack. HA! That'll show her, running her mouth and all,' your mom chowed out.

Your father laughed loudly, following as your mother ran into the house to make the call.

Namjoon turned you around.

Happy tears were glistening in his eyes too.

'Twins! At least,' he smiled broadly.

You couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. Your heart felt like it was flying over the moon.

Namjoon crouched down to face your still flat tummy.

'Daddy's gonna be taking real good care of you little ones and your mom,' he spoke to your belly. You giggled.

He got up again and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

'I love you Y/n,' he whispered in your ear. He had said it a million times already over the past few weeks but you knew you could never ever get sick of that husky voice whispering them to you.

'And you're gonna look so fucking hot with your round pregnant belly as you carry my pups. I can hardly wait,' he added even softer.

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Foster Household: Chapter 6, Part 4

We spend some time with the adults during the week, Keira comes to visit, I attempt Football Team Day, and Reece and Samir spend some more time together.

Carson is still learning but has developed an angry mood from trying to ride. Kayleigh is trying her hand at a mathematical diagram. After practice Reece invites Lilith over to practice more as I don't mind if their relationship suffers from bad throws/catches.

Time to follow Harvey for his workday. While he tends the garden and cleans up before getting started, Kayleigh invites Keira over for a catch up. Keira is absolutely a mama's girl. Although being a geek as well she does eventually drift to the computer.

Harvey sets off for his shift as a fisherman. He takes his boat out to deeper water and uses leftover produce as bait. He caught three different types of fish today, one being a large Swordfish, but he didn't discover any new fish. He also caught the customary seaweed.

Kayleigh: So that's all my news, what about you

Keira: I managed to pass all my papers thanks to the watcher

Kayleigh: Give yourself some credit as well honey

Keira: You know Alexander's engaged?

Kayleigh: Yes, Bella called me with the news

Keira: I am happy for him truly, it's just...

Kayleigh: You thought you'd be the first of your friends to get married?

Keira: Yes. Not Morgan, I've moved on, but even as a kid I always knew I wanted to find my soulmate and get married

Kayleigh: You will, give yourself time

Keira: Alexander wants Joey and I to move into the mansion with him

Kayleigh: Really?

Keira: I love our small oddly shaped flat. But I don't want to deal with new roomates, so should I go?

Kayleigh: You need to make that decision for yourself honey

Reece returns home mortified so he goes for a jog to clear his mind. Harvey helps Carson with his bike riding. It's like a switch flicks and suddenly Carson speeds off, knowing what he's doing. I thought there was a cute animation for teaching but not for me it seems.

Football team day here we come. James is here as the competition judge, and the stall is manned, but apart from Reece and his parents no one else shows up... 2 students hang around inside the school but clearly don't want to embrace the cold.

In the end I invited Samir and tried to do some football practice, that's when things got really weird. Before they could finish 2 throws they were interrupted by "listen to judge" but no results. I tried again and the same thing happened with a pop up about milk?

Kayleigh: Good luck on the exams today

Harvey: Did you find any time to study

Reece: Some

Carson: Happy failing

Reece: Shut up dork

Harvey: Boys, lose the attitudes

Reece: Sorry dad

Carson: Sorry you exist Reece

Kayleigh: Do you want a time out? Don't push your luck

For the first time Reece is not alone in the exercise area this morning. I have a mini outfit crisis as getting the football uniform yesterday replaced his cold weather outfit, he almost freezes, thank goodness for old screenshots. Not all students make it to the morning exam.

Deanna: What is the point of exams anyway

Reece: I enjoy them, working under pressure is a rush

Deanna: You're an oddball

Reece: Hey wait, you're 16

Deanna: Yeah, and?

Reece: Shouldn't you have had a makeover?

Deanna: Joey said the watcher was too busy setting me up with Paris

Reece: Guess you can't complain about that

Deanna: If the price of having my girlfriend is a few extra days with braces, so be it Eventually Reece and Deanna manage to grab a seat. I tried to seat them earlier but their seats kept getting stolen by randoms.

Exams went well, Reece aced both! He wants to go with his friends to have a snowball fight but now that he's on the football team Friday afternoons are filled. He does manage to strike up the nerve to invite Samir to visit his house once practice is over though.

Samir: Wait, it's warm?

Reece: It never really gets too cold here

Samir: Nice

Reece: Want to see inside

Samir: Do we eat with your family

Reece: Not if you don't like strangers, I have no intention of torturing you

Samir: I'll try

Reece: Well, you survived strangers, well done

Samir: I guess I wasn't really thinking about them during dinner

Reece: No? What were you thinking about?

Samir: That would be telling

Reece: Come on, we're teammates, shouldn't we be sharing, for football purposes

Samir: Maybe you're in to sharing blondie but I tend to keep things close to my chest

Reece: And what a great chest it is

Samir: You think?

Reece: I just mean, you're so fit, how do you do it?

Samir: Years of training plus a good gene pool

Reece: I'm more of a wellness guy

Samir: Meaning what

Reece: I try work on my muscles but I'd rather be doing yoga

Samir: Yoga is good, makes you flexible

Reece: *giggles*

Samir: What did I say?

Reece: Nothing, my mind just went… someplace

Samir: Someplace alone?

Reece: Now THAT would be telling

Samir: Changed your outlook on sharing blondie?

Reece: Not at all, if you want to share your chest I'm all for it

Samir: That's not how biology works

Reece: Maybe not conventional biology but I'm not exactly conventional

Samir: You are not. It's getting late I should go

Reece: Wait. I just, can I?

*Stands up*

Samir: Can you what?

Reece: You're really going to make me say it

Samir: Maybe I like seeing you squirm blondie

Reece: There is something I'd like to share with you

Samir: Is there now

Reece: Your lips

Having run out of patience Reece gathers his confidence and closes the distance.

Samir seems shocked at first. But then he pulls Reece in deeper and Reece can feel him relax. After what seems much to short a time he breaks away. Reece notices Samir looks sad and worries he's screwed things up.

Recce: Was that okay? I mean, I enjoyed it, did you?

Samir: Blondie, I-

Reece: Tell me

Samir: I'm sorry. I have to go

Reece: In the middle of this storm?

Samir: Yeah. I forgot, I have a thing I need to do

Reece: Oh. Okay. See you later

Samir: Mm hmm

Reece watches him go feeling more than a little pent up and very confused. He can't figure out what just happened. Why would Samir leave?

Reece: And then he just ran off into the rain

Deanna: You're sure he was in to you?

Reece: He was absolutely flirting I tell you. Plus he kissed me back

Deanna: But that's good isn't it?

Reece: Not if he disappears right after for some imaginary thing

Deanna: Maybe there was a thing

Reece: *scoffs*

Reece: *silence*

Deanna: Yeah there was totally no thing

Reece: What do I do

Deanna: We should talk to my sister. She and Luna navigated closeted issues. Sounds like Samir might be having trouble accepting who he is

Reece: I knew you'd have a plan

Deanna: Always

So Reece spends his Friday night journaling his feelings, he wants to write down everything that happened before he forgets. That's it for the Foster household at the moment. Kayleigh has earned half of her 300k and Harvey has evolved 2 perfect plants.

Previous Part ... Next Part (Knightstone)

#sims 4 #the sims #the sims 4 #ChangingPlumbobStorytime #FosterHousehold #Rotation6 #HarveyFoster #CarsonFoster #ReeceFoster #KayleighFoster #KeiraFoster #DeannaYork #SamirHadji #R0602

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agirlwritingthingsforgirlstoread · 9 months

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The Dizleys Chapter 2: Wake Up with Roy and Cas Dizley

The next morning Cas woke up to Roy splayed across their king-sized bed, arms stretched out, legs bent in different directions. He tiny beads of sweat on his forehead. When she woke up, usually before him, she was instantly transported from her dreamland to the world they'd built together. It was comfortable, loving, and warm. Too warm. Now that she'd properly gathered her mind, she'd noticed that those tiny beads of sweat on her husband weren't so tiny after all. He was drenched in his body's natural cooling system, and muttering something in his sleep.

She checked his forehead. "Feels like a fever?" she thought to herself. But she then noticed the growing puddle of sweat that pierced through her her pajamas. "Maybe we're both sick?" She got out of bed and checked the setting on the air conditioner. It was off but that was normal. She was more concerned about what the temperature was inside. Her eyes widened as she read digital screen. "88 degrees!? How on earth??" She immediately turned the temperature down to a cool 72 degrees and dashed away to the freezer to grab two ice packs. When she returned to their bedroom Roy had awakened and was sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking a bottle of water.

"Oh you're finally up I see," he murmured between gulps. "I'm finally up!?" Cas smiled at this indignant implication. "Darling I thought I'd have to awaken you with a swift kick." "I was actually up and down all night. Kept having some pretty strange nightmares." "Was it about the song?" "Yes," replied Roy. But more broadly, about my father. We're extremely wealthy people Cas. We made this company from scratch. And I'm the luckiest man alive because I get to say I made something beautiful with my literal soulmate. "I concur. but?" Roy sighs a bit. "I love you, you're my entire world, you're my muse, my partner, and my best friend." Cas wasn't sure she liked how this conversation was going. "Is there a reason you're reciting what sounds like an updated version of our wedding vows?"

"Honey, when my dad died, I just felt like my inspiration died with him. I was so angry with him for always belittling me, for making me feel like an idiot boy with dreams. So much of my drive was about proving him wrong. I hate that about myself I do. But the more I try to write this song, the more I realize that the spark is just....gone." "I don't think that's true Roy." "No?" he responded. You've known me since we were Kindergarten. Perhaps I'm missing something?" "You are." She sat down next to him on the bed and wrapped her legs around him while holding his hands.

Roy ignored the involuntary twitch in his pants. He wanted to be fully present to hear what his wife had to say. "You're missing the fact that you're grieving. Not just the loss of your father, but the loss of the relationship you've always wanted. I don't think your creativity was fueled by spite for him. But rather there was so much love you had for him and he didn't accept love the same way you gave it. So your creativity was more about figuring out ways to show him you love him in a way that he'd' be able to receive. Also I think we're in the middle of a heatwave. We're both pretty sweaty."

She tried to get the words out before Roy buried his head in her ample bosom but she was too late. "Yup definitely sweaty. Shower?" He said as he began to unhook the pink sports bra she swore up and down counted as pajamas. He lifted his head up to look into her eyes, realizing his mistake. "You're right by the way. You usually are. I'm sorry I wasn't trying to gloss over or ignore what you were saying. What you were saying rang so true for me that I realized that I can't write this song because I'm not anywhere close to the acceptance phase of grief yet. I am struggling to even grasp how complex the relationship with my father was, like you said. And, well if you don't mind, I could use a bit of a....distraction right now. Is that okay?"

As much as Cas wanted to continue the conversation, she thought better of it. Forcing people to talk when they don't know how they feel rarely ends well. Also her husband's dark brown, golden skin was literally glowing right now and her own loins were beginning to stir. She began to think that straddling her husband to comfort him had been a strategic misfire, as she noticed how rock hard he'd become.

Aching to get out of her clothes for a few reasons, she slipped his hands into her panties and pressed her lips firmly on his. His eyes grew big as he gently explored her area, sliding a figure in for good measure. "That's'.....not sweat." "No, it isn't."

#The Dizleys #Romance #Love Stories #Chapter 2

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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You Say the Whole World’s Ending (Honey, It Already Did) [P.P]

Summary: Peter mourns his greatest loss.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Character death, angst, typos, throwing up

a/n: hi! i’m genuinely so sorry for how sad this is lol. i had to write this idea down before i forgot it. that one bo burnam song really got me :( here it is if you want to hear it! hope you enjoy and as always reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! ok. back to my hiatus :)

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“Today, the world mourns the loss of one of the most innovative teens in existence,” The news reported stated with tears in her eyes, “Last night, (Y/N) Stark was found dead after going missing for three months. The cause of death has not yet been disclosed and her family asks for privacy during this time of grieving. The world shares in this pain, and I believe I speak for all of us when I say, (Y/N), you will be missed.”

The clouds muddled over the compound, creating a darkness that sheathed over the building while the rain pittered over the roof and windows. As cliche as it was, Pepper and Tony provided black umbrella to all the guests at the graveyard. Together they huddled over the casket with their umbrellas, attempting to keep the rain off of the perfect mahogany the best they could.

Morgan clung to her mothers leg and scratched at her neck, uncomfortable in the pearls she was forced in, too young to understand what she had just lost. Tony kept his arm around Pepper, trying to hold on to what family he had left, begging whatever god was out there to give him respite from his pain.

Pepper gripped her umbrella with an iron fist, recalling when she first met you. Small and shy as you were, you quickly warmed up to her as she showed you to your room.

“Is this her?” Pepper asked as you cowered behind Tony’s leg, a small backpack hung loosely on your shoulders.

“Yeah,” Tony nodded with a proud smile, “this is (Y/N).” Tony bent down, motioning for Pepper to join him as she greeted you with a warm smile. “This is Pepper, (Y/N),” Tony placed a hand on your shoulders, “she’ll help watch you when I’m away.”

You nodded and held your hand out to her. Pepper grasped it in her perfectly manicured fingers and held it tightly, “I think we’ll be good friends,” she smiled, giving your fingers a sweet kiss.

Pepper not only lost her daughter; she lost her best friend as well.

Peter couldn’t even go. May begged him to go, trying to pull him out of the rut he’d been in for the last three months. She did the best she could, but deep down she knew. She knew all too well the pain of losing your soulmate, and as young and naive as Peter was, he still managed to find that in you.

Peter felt hopeless. He had held out hope for months, thinking that by some miracle you;d get to come home. That you’d walk through the door and run up to him, pulling him into your warmth and smashing your soft lips onto his. Every night he dreamed of you. Your laugh and your jokes. The way you scrunched your nose when he said something stupid, but then laughed along with him. The way you’d ruffle his hair as he laid in with his head nuzzled in your chest. The way you’d rush into school so fast, you nearly knocked him over when you found him. Those dreams, or more so, memories kept him going. And now he had nothing.

He was stuck in a world without you. And at a certain point, he wondered if it was even worth living in. He was wrong. He used to think that good things happened to good people, but he was wrong. You were as good as it got and you still ended up in the ground.

“Peter,” Sam said from the other side of the call, “you gotta come to the compound.” He hung up before Peter could even get a word in, but when he arrived at the building, he understood why.

Sam met him at the door, tears crusted around his dark eyes, and the look he gave Peter evoked immediate dread.

Peter could hear Pepper’s screaming sobs from inside. The cries of all the Avengers filtered through his ears into his head like nails on a chalkboard. And as unsettling as it was, he knew.

Sam guided him through to the medbay, and part of him secretly hoped he was wrong. It wasn’t until he held your cold hand in his overly warm ones that it hit him. And then the screaming started.

“No,” Peter murmured as the tears began dancing around in his vision, “no, no, no.” Peter shook his head, “I-It’s not her.” He said, but it was more of a terrible wish he put out into the universe, “please, it’s not—no. She’s strong—stronger than that, she wouldn’t—I-I don’t understand.”

Peter whipped his head around and the whole team could see the tears uncontrollably flowing out of his eyes as he heaved. The hyperventilating, mixed with the cries of everyone else in the room was making him nauseous. Before he could properly process what was going on he was running to the window, throwing it open and spewing brown goo out into the yard.

Happy ran over and rubbed his back and shoulder, “It’s okay, Pete. Come on now, breathe.”

Peter screamed and heaved out sobs as more brown chucks spilled from his lips. When he was done, he collapsed into Happy and the large man wrapped his arms around Peter’s shaking frame.

“I–It’s not true,” Peter begged, “Happy—” he pleaded, only to be shushed.

“I know,” Happy cried, “I know it’s hard, Peter. But you have to calm down.”

Tony, having just lost his daughter, saw Peter’s breakdown and left the room. Pepper by his side, drawing her cries out in his t-shirt.

“H-How can I?” Peter wailed, “I want her back, I want her back! (Y/N)!” Peter crawled out of Happy’s embrace, up the bed that held your limp frame. He tugged on the sheet that Bruce had put over your head, ripping it to expose your beautiful face.

“No,” Peter cried, sloppily running his hands over your face, “no, (Y/N).” Peter rubbed his thumbs under your eyes and held his cheek against yours, only feeling the icy prick of your skin on his, “come on, please get up, please. I-I had so many things to tell you. I had s-so much left to—I—I never got to marry you, (Y/N), please. Please d-don’t leave.”

Every watery plea was only met with a painful silence on your end. The only sounds to accompany the dreadful silence were the wails coming from the boy’s mouth.

And now he was here, sitting alone in his room, on the same bed you used to cuddle him in. If he tried really hard, if he focused enough he could still smell the lavender shampoo you used. It was such a little comfort, but it was all he had.

May accompanied Happy to the funeral, letting him rest his head on her as the tears flowed from his eyes.

“She was so special,” Happy recalled with a sniffle, “so special.”

“Yeah,” May whispered, swallowing her own sob, “in more ways than one.” She placed her yellow rose on the casket, blowing a little kiss to it with a small prayer, thank you. Thank you for being Peter’s love.

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hrwinter · 4 years

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the emergency room fic snippet took me out hgjgjghfh

Kara's not sure if it's the recently waking up from anesthesia or if she really is witnessing the most gorgeous creature to ever grace this planet seated, cross-legged in the outpatient waiting room.

"Hi!" she finds herself sitting right next to the woman and practically shouting directly into her face.

Smooth, Danvers, she thinks. What can she say, she's always had game.

The woman stares back at Kara's suddenly very close proximity, doe eyed, irises round and the most tantalizing shade of sea foam green Kara's ever seen.

"Did you just—" Kara points inelegantly back at the door a nurse had just ushered her through, "have a surgery?"

The woman eyes her, a little wary, before replying.

"An endoscopy."

Kara gasps, reaching for the woman's hands (a little cold) and holding them in her overly warm ones. She rubs them together in an effort to bring heat into the stranger's fingers. The woman simply continues to stare, perplexed.

"Me too! Did yours go well? What are you in for?"

"You're very friendly," the woman states bluntly.

"Oh, sorry," Kara pulls her hands away. "I'm Kara."

"Lena," the woman says, still a little stiff but a small smile forming at the corner of her mouth.

Kara makes a conscientious effort to keep her hands in her lap like an overeager child as she waits for Lena to answer.

"And I have an ulcer, they think," Lena says, touching delicately at her stomach. "Too much coffee and working, not enough eating."

Kara winces. "Those are painful, right?"

Lena nods. "What about you?"

"I ate four mega sized bags of candy corn."

The face Lena pulls is one of total, abject disgust.

"Candy corn? Why?"

"It was a Halloween dare from my sister," Kara shrugs. "My stomach hasn't been the same since."

"I should think not."

Kara laughs at the woman's impeccable diction, like she could be one of those reading voice models. Or a librarian. A sexy librarian.

"Honestly right now I feel more woozy from the anesthesia."

"Me too," Lena agrees, staring down at her hands and flexing them open and closed. Such lovely hands. Big, Kara thinks.

She's not sure how long they both stare down at Lena's hands, Kara's elbow bent on Lena's armrest, holding her chin in her palm, before she thinks to add,

"Can you believe they warned us not to gamble? Or buy a car? Isn't that crazy?”

"Completely."

"Although," Kara adds with an unnoticed slur to her words, her voice sing song pitching up and down. “If I could buy any car right now, I'd totally buy one of those sports cars with the butterfly doors."

"Like a McLaren?"

"Sure."

"My friend Bruce has one. I think I've seen it in his garage."

"Damn, is he rich?"

“I’m rich too,” Lena holds out her hands as if she's dropping invisible dollar bills all over the waiting room floor.

“But I'm boring," she says with a slump of her shoulders. "I always use a town car. My driver's name is George."

"George," Kara echoes. "Why do guys always get to be so flashy? You should get yourself a sports car for, like, female empowerment and stuff."

"You're right," Lena agrees with an unsteady nod of her head. "It's not fair. Let’s go buy one.”

Kara swoons closer, heavily encroaching over the boundary between their two respective chairs. The space between them is nearly nonexistent. The anesthesia side effects are definitely feeling more present.

“I think you’re my soulmate," Kara says, entirely uncensored.

Lena locks eyes with her for one boundless moment before she shakes her head hard, like a puppy trying to shake out wet fur.

"No, you wouldn't like me if you knew me. I am so scary," Lena tells Kara with such sincere earnestness, head bowed towards her. "Like so scary. I’m a CEO."

"That's cool!" Kara cheers, and before she can stop herself she's holding Lena's hands again. "And there's no way you're scary. You’re so nice and soft," she rubs Lena's fingers.

Kara's not quite sure what happens next. Lena sort of pulls at her hands, an unspoken invitation, and Kara's already halfway out of her seat, and it just makes… sense for her to fully get into Lena's lap.

The waiting room chair is perfectly sized for the both of them. Lena's hands anchor Kara, squeezing at her backside. It's heaven.

"You smell good," Lena comments dreamily, leaning forward to inhale at Kara's neck. Then suddenly she jumps back, jostling Kara in her lap.

"Oh my god, I’m gay!"

Kara stares at her, hypnotized by the river of small blue veins at Lena's temple and forehead.

"Oh," she starts. "Did you just… realize?"

"Yes—" Lena half shouts, then, "I mean no, I just had to tell you. So, be careful."

Kara laughs, wrapping her arms around Lena's neck. She massages her fingers into Lena's shoulders, and Lena sighs, reluctantly relaxing by degrees. Kara smiles, goofy.

"With what? Your feelings? Anyways, I’m bi."

"Oh." Lena mirrors Kara's words. "Are you single?"

"Give me your number," Kara replies in lieu of an answer.

They both scramble for their phones, Kara reaching into her back pocket and Lena fishing into an expensive looking hand bag. Kara sits backs on Lena's thighs and proceeds to ignore several texts from her sister. And what should be a simple swap of phone numbers becomes an impromptu photo shoot with lots of giggling and vaguely inappropriate touching.

"What is going on here?"

Kara pivots in Lena's lap, recognizing the voice of her sister coming from the open doorway.

"Alex?"

Lena's head has snapped to the door, too, eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?" she says with a squeeze of Kara's hips.

Alex's eyebrow raises, challenging.

"Who are you?"

Kara might actually hear Lena growl then.

"Lena?" another voice joins them.

Alex swivels to look at a woman just over her shoulder, tall and stately with legs for days. She has curly brown hair and soft, bedroom eyes.

"Who are you?" Kara finds her own voice grumbling.

"Sam!" Lena glows.

Who is Sam?!

Sam's eyes rove over the pair of them, and she raises a hand to her mouth to cover a smile. Kara reluctantly extricates herself from Lena's lap, standing but keeping hold of her hand.

"Um, Kar," Alex says, eyebrows threading closer and closer together by the second. "We have to go, so maybe let go of the stranger's hand."

"She's not a stranger, this is Lena!" Kara announces. "And I want her to come with us."

Sam snorts.

"What? No, Kara, we're going home," Alex takes a step into the room, and Lena squeezes Kara's hand possessively. "You need to get some sleep and recover."

"You, too, Lena," Sam intones, still lingering in the doorway.

"No!" Lena practically shouts, standing too. "I feel fine. We’re going to buy a car, actually."

Alex's jaw drops open.

"No, honey," Sam steps toward the pair of them then.

"Honey?" Kara asks, back bowing.

"Down girl," Sam quips in her direction. "We’re just friends."

"No, I’m your boss," Lena snaps at Sam, pointing, but it's as threatening as a five year old making demands about bathtime. "I tell you what to do."

Kara giggles.

"See, I’m mean," Lena gloats to Kara.

"No."

"Oh my god," Alex pinches the bridge of her nose. "This is a fucking mess, we're leaving. Now."

Kara stands taller at the warning nature of Alex's tone, and what follows is an absolute spectacle. It involves Alex chasing Kara around the room, Sam laughing loudly, and Lena threatening her and the entire hospital staff. It ends with Alex rough housing Kara inside of her Tahoe with threats of 'you owe me for life' and 'I can't fucking believe you." But Kara doesn't hear any of it, asleep by the time Alex gets into the driver's seat.

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The next day, Kara wakes up late. There's a gloomy dark space where her memory of the day before should be, but she can't worry about that now. Instead, she groggily makes her way outside of her room, in search of the delicious coffee smell emanating from the kitchen. Alex stands there at her island, a sentinel, as if she's been up all night and waiting for this moment.

"How are we feeling today?" she asks neutrally.

"Terrible," Kara pours herself a cup of coffee.

"So…" her sister trails off, drumming her fingers, and Kara gets the distinct impression she's not going to like what comes out of her mouth next.

"Remember when you mounted Lena Luthor in the waiting room?"

Kara gapes at her.

"What? No, I didn’t. And who?"

"Lena Luthor," her sister repeats. "You were full on in her lap."

"You're lying," Kara splays herself over the couch. "I don't—remember anything. And Lena Luthor? The tech mogul?"

Alex ignores her.

"I had to take away your phone, and then you threw up in the shower. You don't remember that?"

"I was under anesthesia. I can't be held accountable for my actions," Kara shoves a pillow over her face, hoping it will block out the sound of her sister's voice.

"You're telling me you don't remember this woman?"

There's a slap of paper on her coffee table. Kara moves the pillow away, cracking open one eye to gaze down at the cover of a Popular Mechanics magazine. It's graced by a woman with gorgeous black hair with eyes an endless emerald green. She looks familiar, but Kara's not going to let her sister pull her chain today.

"Stop messing with me, Alex, it's not funny."

Alex glares back at her. "You really don't remember."

Kara grumbles and places the pillow back over her face.

"Check your texts," Alex lobs Kara's phone, and it hits her square in the stomach.

"Ow!" she shouts, chucking the pillow at Alex who dodges it easily. She sips at her coffee smugly.

Kara unlocks her phone, eyebrows furrowing, and reads her last text.

"OH MY GOD!"

"When we came back to your apartment," Alex continues, enjoying herself too much. "You kept trying to make out with your fern plant. You kept calling it Lena."

"STOP!"

"You tried to eat a frozen pizza."

"SHUT UP!"

#supercorp #hr’s askhole #supergirl #Lena Luthor #Kara Danvers #ficlet #fanfic #loosely based on an experience I had with a fellow gay man in the post op waiting room

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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Voices.

Pairing: Chris Evans x F!Reader

Genre: nothing but floofy-floof

Warnings: none

Requested: nope

Summary: in which you can hear the voice of your soulmate in your head and Y/N's soulmate is someone really special— her celebrity crush.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! do y'all know how long ago I wrote this fic, like— at least 2 years ago. damn. so in advance, im sorry if there are any grammatical mistakes or bad punctuation in the fic that I forgot to correct (apology for bad english 😌)

oh and

bold/italics - chris

only italics - y/n

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Hey, you still there?

Y/N snapped out of a trance and focused on the voice. Yeah, yeah I'm still there, she thought to herself. She was hearing the voice of her soulmate, or rather, was speaking to him, telepathically. The thing is, you could hear the voice of your soulmate in your head. You could talk, hold conversations, but the only thing was that you couldn't ask for their name.

You had to guess. Most of the people made plans, like let's meet here or there and concentrate hard enough, I'll see your name written on a paper. It was a thing, I mean, if you concentrated hard enough, you could see what your soulmate was doing. It was like a cheat code of sorts. Most of them found their soulmate in that way.

You see, Y/N loved surprises, so she wasn't going to find her soulmate just yet. Y/N wanted to figure it out for herself. Your soulmate couldn't hear every single one of your thoughts, though (which was how she had zoned out mid-conversation). Listen, we should meet up sometime.

Aw, already? she thought with a pout on her lips. Yes, I'm very excited to meet you, I've been waiting for too long, the voice replied, chuckling. It was a manly voice, really deep and raspy. She loved it. When Y/N was small, about 4-5 years old, all she could hear were swear words and dirty thoughts; characteristics of a teenage boy.

From that, she inferred, that soulmate was much older than her, about 8-9 years older than her. She didn't mind, She was kind of into older guys anyway… But I like this game we have! Why do you want to ruin it? she asked, shaking her head. Alright, sweetheart, just for you, I'm holding back. But I don't have much patience, the voice laughed. Y/N smiled.

Without even meeting her, Chris loved the voice in his head. She sounded so sweet and welcoming, maybe she was younger than him. He couldn't wait to meet her. Chris had tried to plan their meeting for so long now, but she just wouldn't give in. She was also a feisty one. He smiled to himself as he walked down the street, engaged in thoughts about his soulmate.

In his haste, he accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm so sorry!" he blurted out, instead hearing a soft ouch, shit in his head. His brows furrowed. The lady he had bumped into just kept on walking. Are you alright? he asked his soulmate in his mind. Yeah, just bumped into someone while walking.

I bumped into someone just now too! he told her excitedly, still staring at the lady who had now stopped in her tracks. She turned around, scanning the crowd. Then she looked at him, but maybe she didn't realize that she had bumped into him. Holy shit, I see— Then it all went blank. See what? Chris questioned desperately.

He still wasn't sure whether the woman he had just bumped into was his soulmate or not.

Why can't I say the name of the guy who played the role of Captain America?

Chris froze and stared at the lady, jaw dropped. She was lost in her thoughts, confused. He slowly walked to her and stood in front of her; she stared back at him, her heart racing. This was her celebrity crush, who was currently looking at her as if she hung the moon. But why? Why was he looking at her like that?

"You can't say his name because that's me, you technically can't say his name because you aren't allowed to," Chris whispered to her, smiling softly. Her eyes widened.

"You! You're the voice I hear in my mind! Chris freaking Evans is my soulmate?! How did I not realize?!" The woman exclaimed, shocked. Soon though, she got a wide smile on her face. His eyes widened too, hers was the voice he heard as well! "What's your name?" he asked her as they hugged. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N," she replied, smiling.

"Wanna join me for a coffee?" he offered, holding his hand out. She put her palm on top of his and nodded. Both of them entered a nearby coffee shop. "So, what do you do?" he asked her after ordering two coffees. "Nothing. I'm unemployed right now, just got out of my last job. I gave an interview yesterday at Ralph Lauren, just waiting for a call back," she shrugged.

"Oh, into fashion?" he asked her, smiling. "Yeah, got my degree and all. Just needed a job, Ralph Lauren offers a good amount of money," she chuckled. Chris smiled again. "Reminds me of Rachel Green." She laughed more, which warmed his heart. Her laugh was adorable. Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked at him, wide-eyed.

He nodded dismissively and she picked up the call. She spoke for a while and when she ended the call, she had the biggest smile on her face.

"I got the job at Ralph Lauren, I'm starting tomorrow!" Y/N squealed. They couldn't have picked a better timing. "Congratulations, Y/N!" he told her, grinning. After spending some more time at the cafe, they parted ways. She went home while he went back to the sets where they were filming Avengers: Age of Ultron.

"Hi Chris, you were out for a long time, what's up?" Chris Hemsworth asked, smiling at Chris Evans as they stumbled upon each other. "Nothing, just met my soulmate, had a cup of coffee with her." The older Chris feigned nonchalance. "You what?! That's awesome, man! So, how is she, what does she do?" Hemsworth asked him excitedly as both of them walked inside.

Robert and Scarlett were there, talking. "She's so beautiful, I stopped functioning when I saw her. She works at Ralph Lauren, she's a fashion designer," Chris told him with a smile. Robert and Scarlett looked up. "Who?" Scarlett questioned. "Y/N," he said simply, sitting beside Robert. "Who's that?" Robert inquired. "My soulmate." Chris smiled, as if in a trance.

"Boy, you look like you're in love," Scarlett laughed. "Because I am, she's that beautiful," he told her adamantly. "Whoa, did you ask her out?" Robert snorted. "I'm back from our first date." We had our first date right now, didn't we? he asked her in his mind.

Of course we did, I loved it. Hope to meet you again soon, her voice replied and he could practically feel her smile.

Sure, I'm in town for a few more months, I'll mind-text you as to when I'm free, he told her, sporting a smile on his face. She outright laughed in the comfort of her own home. Mind-text? Sounds fun, she agreed and focused on the Netflix series she was watching, turning off the "magical telepathic link" between them.

Chris, too, focused on the others only to see them smiling at him. "Talking to her?" He nodded at Scarlett. A few minutes later, all of them went to another room to begin with the shooting of a new scene.

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Y/N danced as she prepared dinner, singing along to You Don't Know Me by Jax Jones. It had been a month since she last saw Chris. He had promised her a date, but he didn't get time. She couldn't blame him, he was a busy man. Y/N was shouting the lyrics of the song in her head, unaware of the fact that Chris was snooping in on her mind.

Hey, calm down, she heard Chris chuckling in her mind and shrieked in real life. What are you— are you snooping on my mind? Chris! she thought, scandalized. He laughed more. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I wanted to ask you out. Are you free right now? We could meet in the same coffee shop, he asked. She grinned and nodded to herself. Of course, I'll be there in 15.

She quickly got dressed, wearing a pair of track pants and a t-shirt (like she was wearing on their first date). She didn't bother with her hair or makeup, it looked good anyway, she just bolted out of the house. Y/N entered the coffee shop to see Chris already sitting there, wearing a suit. She cursed herself mentally, making Chris look up.

He stifled a laugh. She went and sat in front of him.

"I'm so sorry I look like a single mother of two kids who hasn't slept in a year," she moaned, "I didn't know you were gonna show up in a suit." She facepalmed for good measure. "It's quite alright, you look beautiful. I wouldn't have you any other way, I should say. I'm coming back from a party right now, therefore the suit."

She blushed softly at his compliment. He ordered two coffees for them and they started talking. "So, how's your job at Ralph Lauren?" Chris asked, smiling at her. "It's amazing, I got promoted. Now I'm the head of the department, with my own office and all," she told him, smiling back. "That's great! Oh, congratulations, honey," he grinned.

"Thanks," she muttered, blushing slightly when he called her a nickname. "You look cute while blushing, has anyone ever told you that?" Chris winked as their coffees arrived. "No one, ever. I don't interact with people much, it's a tedious job," she half-joked, smiling.

"Really! So who are the people you talk to?" he joined in. "Well, there's my assistant, my mother, my bro and you. That's all. I've got some friends, but I rarely talk to them, only on the phone while texting, that is," she shrugged. "Nice, nice," he nodded as they finished their coffees. "Allow me to drop you home," Chris offered, taking out a key which she found out was for his bike as they left the café.

"No it's alright, I'll go," she refused immediately. "Nonsense, you're practically my girlfriend! I'm going with ya," he shook his head. They looked like an odd couple; one wearing a suit while the other looked like she had just woken up. Surprisingly enough, the one who looked like she just woken up had the best fashion sense among them. "Hop on," Chris grinned.

She sat down behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Both of them chatted for the 2 minutes that took them to get to Y/N's home. Once they reached her building, she got down from Chris's bike and turned to him.

"Thanks, Chris, this has been an amazing second date. Can't wait for the third," she told him with a smile. "Me too," he smiled back. A few seconds later, she turned to leave but Chris suddenly grabbed her hand, turning her around. "Wha—" She didn't get to finish her sentence as Chris pressed his lips to hers. She kissed back, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I just had to, sweetheart," he panted as they pulled away from each other, breathless. "Wow," she breathed out as Chris rested his forehead against hers. "So, um, see you on the third date, yeah?" Y/N giggled as they stepped away from one another, smiling. "I'll make it as quick as possible. Can't stay away from you, darling," he winked.

"How flattering," she winked back and turned to leave, purposely adding a sway to her hips knowing that he was watching. And fuck, was he watching. "Oh, the things you do to me, my dear Y/N."

"I heard that!"

"Good!"

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A/N: Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!

#chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x female reader #chris evans characters #steve rogers x reader #captain america #ransom drysdale x reader #knives out #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #disney #mcu #marvel #avengers #fanfic #writing #writeblr

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goldenlaurelleaveswrites · 3 years

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Sabine’s Big Day

I’m sorry for the delay, things have been a bit crazy in my life. I hope you enjoy the next Part of The Big Day (AO3)

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Sabine dabbed carefully at her teary eyes, she didn’t want to ruin her makeup, but she couldn’t help but cry. Even anxiously pacing around, Marinette was an absolute vision in her dress. And it didn’t help that Tom kept bursting into tears every time he looked at their daughter.

But no matter how much the sight made her tear up, she couldn’t take her eyes off her daughter as she tried to calm her.

“… And if Hawkmoth decides to akumatize someone?”

“Then Ladybug will handle it,” she said soothingly. “Chat Noir too,” she added as an afterthought. Unfortunately, her words didn’t seem to offer any comfort; instead, they just sent Marinette pacing in the opposite direction, wringing her hands.

“Sweetheart, don’t you think there are other things to stress over today?” She shot Tom a look as he seemingly realized what he had just said.

“Not that there is anything to worry about, dear! It’s your wedding day; this will be one of the happiest days of your life…” she trailed off as she caught sight of Fang, who seemed to be admiring himself in the mirror. Her thoughts immediately jumped to the father of the groom and the surprise Gina and Anarka had planned for Marinette and Luka.

Maybe there were a few things to worry about.

Marinette didn’t seem to hear her though, as she continued on with her tirade. “But weddings always make people stressed! All it takes is one miscommunication between the florist and the venue, and poof! Suddenly there’s an akuma that turns people into topiaries!”

She remembered that akuma all too well. She and Tom had had the misfortune of delivering a cake to that wedding when the akuma occurred. While they had avoided being turned into shrubs, it had been a little too close for comfort.

The scratching of scales against the wood floor caught her attention, and then she felt a tail brush against her ankle. She watched as Fang laid his head on her daughter’s foot, stopping her midstep as he nuzzled her leg.

Marinette froze, before her lips curled into a soft smile.“Thank you, Fang,” Marinette whispered as she knelt to scratch the flower girl's head.

“Honey…” she reached out to her daughter, gently clasping Marinette's hands in hers. “Are you sure it’s really an akuma that you’re worried about?”

“Marrying Luka is the easiest decision I'll ever make.” She began to tear up at her daughter’s words and the conviction with which she had said them. “I love him, mom. He makes me happy.”

Marinette had always been indecisive and anxious, but Luka had always been able to soothe whatever storm was brewing in her daughter’s mind.

“I know, darling.” She felt her husband’s hand settle on her shoulder.

And then they were all hugging and crying.

“Mama, Papa! You’re making me ruin your makeup!”

“You look beautiful, darling,” she heard Tom say through his sniffles.

“But let’s get you cleaned up! You have an aisle to walk down!”

***

She took her place at Marinette’s right, as Tom took his place on Marinette’s left. She forced back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes as Marinette looped her arms through theirs. Marinette had been adamant that either they both walk her down the aisle or no one would.

She had always known Marinette would grow up one day, but it felt so soon. It felt like just yesterday she had been holding her baby in her arms for the first time.

The moment almost didn’t feel real.

Was this how her father had felt? Right before he walked her down the aisle?

She didn’t know if she was ready to let go of her little girl yet. She knew she wasn’t losing her daughter but rather gaining a son. But it was hard knowing her baby was all grown up with a life of her own.

Her eyes met Tom’s over Marinette’s head.

Tears were leaking out of the corner of his eyes, but he was smiling. She was too.

Luka loved Marinette so much, and they had so much happiness ahead of them.

But Marinette would always be her baby girl.

The music from inside the ceremony room swelled, and she felt Marinette squeeze her arm. And then the doors opened, and they stepped towards Marinette’s future.

***

She wasn’t sure if she should sink in her seat or leap to her feet and haul Adrien out by his ear.

She had once thought of him as the dear boy, even after Marinette moved on from him. He had always seemed so sweet and polite.

But just over a year ago, things changed.

Suddenly he had seen Marinette as more than the friend he had always claimed she was, and he had begun hounding her to go out with him. She had no idea what had caused the change in his feelings, or seemingly his entire personality for that matter.

All she knew was that even as Marinette planned her own wedding to someone else— Adrien had been relentless in his pursuit; and crossed many boundaries. He had sent flowers and expensive gifts to Marinette every day, even when her daughter begged him to stop. He had shown up at Marinette’s work to surprise her. The boy had even somehow managed to get himself onto Marinette’s balcony and set up a candlelit picnic.

He was no longer the dear boy. He was simply a petulant child who didn’t understand the meaning of the word no.

Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely sure why he was here in the first place. Perhaps foolishly, she had thought he would have had the grace and dignity to turn down the invitation he had received as a professional courtesy.

But it seemed Adrien had decided to use the opportunity to confess his love for Marinette one more time, even going so far as to call them soulmates.

She hadn’t been sure if she should leap to her feet or sink into her seat when he stood, but she had to hold back a smile at the way he seemed to shrink under Marinette and Luka's glares.

Was it petty? Maybe. But under the circumstances, she could forgive herself.

She did allow herself to smile when Adrien sat down, looking thoroughly cowed.

She still couldn’t believe how much Marinette sometimes sounded like Ladybug. It was uncanny.

***

She leaned into her husband’s side as they watched Luka and Marinette seemingly float across the dance floor. It still felt surreal, knowing her little girl was a married woman now. But it was the best kind of surreal, like that wonderful place between sleep and being awake, where all the best dreams happened.

And looking at the two of them twirl around in each other’s arms, lost in each others’ eyes, tears gathered in the corner of her eyes again.

“It feels like just yesterday that was us.”

She nodded as Tom wrapped his arm around her, but her eyes never left her daughter and new son.

***

Jagged’s toast had certainly been… something.

As wonderful as Luka was at soothing Marinette’s anxieties, she had the distinct feeling having Anarka and Jagged Stone as in-laws was going to have the direct opposite effect on Tom. But it had all been fine in the end, and the croque-en-bouche had escaped Jagged’s toast mostly unscathed.

She chuckled as she caught sight of the newlyweds, who seemed to be off in their own little world. They probably would have been fine if the croque-en-bouche hadn’t made it out in one piece.

There was a good chance they might not have even noticed.

***

She was still chuckling, hours later, at the bouquet toss. She knew she would get an earful from her cousin and her daughters the next morning. But it was worth it. And it had seemed no one was willing to argue the results of the bouquet toss, which made it even better.

“I’m glad te call her me daughter.” Anarka settled herself down in the chair beside her, eyes trained on Marinette and Luka as they danced to the last song of the night.

“I couldn’t have asked for a better son,” she murmured in reply.

They sat there as they watched their children glow with happiness. She really couldn’t have asked for a better son.

He always knew how to soothe Marinette when she was plagued with stress and anxiety. He was the wind beneath her wings lifting her to fly even higher when she was at her best.

He let Marinette shine bright without diminishing his own light.

The music was coming to a close. Even as the last notes of the song still played, the couple starting making their towards the doors, waving their goodbyes to those still present.

Watching Marinette and Luka walk out the door, their fingers entwined, warm filled her chest. Even if today hadn’t gone exactly as planned, they were happy and that was all that mattered.

There was nothing to worry about.

“Ye think they’ll like the surprise?”

#endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #pro lukamari #adrien salt #I didn't mean for this to become salty but that's life I guess #pretty low sodium #sabine cheng #marinette dupain cheng #tom dupain #luka couffaine #adrein agreste #anarka couffaine #the big day #my writing

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kuroos-moon · 3 years

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Getting Possessive

➪ pairings: bokuto x reader, kuroo x reader, oikawa x reader

➪ request: a scenario where Bokuto, Kuroo n Tooru (or anyone else) get,,possessive bc their s/o was partnered up w another guy for a project

➪ genre: fluff

Bokuto Kōtarō

“Now for your biggest project this year, which I mentioned was going to be by partner since it’ll probably take a while to complete, I’ll be announcing your pair today.”

Bokuto excitedly looks at you with an infectious grin, something about how your teacher said ‘announcing your pair,’ made it feel romantic, so it has to be you and him. You love getting partnered up with Bo since he’s so inspired and motivated when he works with you.

“Y/n, should we start it this weekend at my place?” He whispers not-so-discreetly to you which earns the two of you a disapproving glance from your teacher. “Sure, it’s going to be fun,” you grin back at him, showing him a thumbs-up which only makes him more excited.

“What snacks should I prepare?” That was the last straw for your ever so patient sensei. The both of you were supposed to be partners even when he picked randomly, but what good would that do? He thinks you two are probably going to goof around, using the project as an excuse to meet up.

“Next, l/n y/n, and uh,” he glances around to whoever wasn’t called yet and unfortunately it lands on the pretty boy behind you, “uh Takumi Usui,” he finishes, Bokuto rising up his chair at an instant. There was a lot of his pleading before he got scolded, your teacher never gave in and now he’s miserable.

“Hey, Kō I’m bummed you’re not my partner too but your partner has much greater brains than me! It should be fine,” you pat at his back while he slouches from beside you on his chair and plants his face on your lap. He only whines in misery in response and you can’t help but chuckle as you run your fingers through his hair.

“Could you even breathe down there?” You’re lowkey embarrassed to be in that position with him in the middle of the classroom.

Feeling a light tap on your shoulder, you look behind you to see your partner smile at you. “Uh, hey, it’s cool we got to be partners y/n-chan, when should we meet up?”

Okay first of all, Y/N-CHAN?? He automatically turns to observe your face, his cheek now against your thighs. “Well, I’m free this weekend,” you smile back at him.

He should’ve been the one who’s going to meet you that weekend. “Can I come along?” He sits up and smiles at the both of you, you’re horrified and lowkey embarrassed while your partner’s surprised.

You face him and offer him a small smile, “Kō, you have your own partner to work with,” you gently tell him, touching his knee. He doesn’t respond but instead his hair droops along with his mood.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” you smile at Usui and Bokuto just short-circuits and panics as he watches you divert your attention to your partner once more. “It’s alright, so this weekend at my place, maybe?”

Bokuto grits his teeth, looking at the both of you in disbelief. “She’s mine! She’s mine, okay?” He blurts out, yanking your chair closest to him as possible and possessively wrapping his arms around your shoulders.

You, along with the rest of the class stare up at him and he’s fidgeting a little once he sees you bury your face in your hands, “I mean she’s not an object I could claim mine, but- uh- she’s your partner academically! While I- I am her pair in a romantic kind of way!”

You sigh before you untangle yourself from his arms, and he looks at you sorrily, afraid he’s made you mad but you offer your hand to him instead. After second-glancing you, he puts his big hand in yours and lets you guide him out of the room and in the quiet hallway.

“What was that about Kō?” You look up at him expectantly, crossing your arms against your chest. He doesn’t meet your eyes and looks down to his fingers instead, “are you mad at me?”

When you don’t respond, he continues, “sensei said he was announcing our pair, and it sounds so romantic and soulmate-like, I can’t believe I’m not your pair y/n, I’m not your soulmate,” his tone just gets sadder and sadder and you can’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arms around his waist and bringing him to a shock.

“Don’t be silly Kō, just like you said, no matter what, I’m yours,” you look up at him and he pouts, and it might just be your imagination but you think you saw his bottom lip quiver.

“Really?” He draws up his hand to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Really.”

Kuroo Tetsurō

“Oya oya?” Like a pest he pops up out of nowhere while you sit side by side with your partner in the library; and you glare daggers at your boyfriend before he grins at the two of you. “Are you even doing that right?”

“None of your business, Tetsurō,” you swat away his hand from your shoulder, “get lost.” He only pouts at you before pulling up a chair, moving yours aside and sitting between the two of you. “Uh, excuse me, we have a project to finish.” Your partner sighs.

He knew Kuroo was displeased when your teacher announced you were partners because maybe he sat a little bit too close to you in class, but Kuroo constantly showing up unannounced was getting on his nerves.

“Excuse you, I’m not letting you drag down chibi-chan’s grades down the gutter along with yours,” he smirks at him, his cockiness short-lived as he’s met with your elbow to his ribs. “Get. Lost. Now,” you stare him down, his brows raising at you.

“You obviously need help, I mean, doesn’t your back hurt from carrying your entire project?” He jokes but he’s only met with your disapproving eyes, “okay, okay, backing off now, tell me if you need help.”

He unwillingly gets up from his chair, feigning a genuine smile your way as he drags his chair out of the way so you could sit closer to your partner. “Sorry about that dork,” you sigh. “Must be a pain, huh?”

The moment your eyes are off him, his smile falls, instantly replaced by a menacing sharp glare sending chills down your partner’s spine. “I’m one call away, kitten, I could sub in for your partner anytime,” he reminds you again, standing behind the both of you.

“My partner’s completely fine Tetsurō, you’re not needed,” you mindlessly say, scribbling something on your paper before glancing back at your partner to ask him something. He scoffs in disbelief; how could you be so cruel to him?

Deciding it was best to just leave his girlfriend who apparently doesn’t need him alone, he kicks the back of your partner’s chair before making his way to the door with a frown. Kenma wasn’t even listening to his rants, but from the gist of it he could tell his best friend was being possessive while you’re simply clueless.

“Y’know, I think your boyfriend’s acting kinda possessive.”

“No, he’s probably just bored or something so he bugs me and all that,” you shrug. Honey, that’s definitely not it.

By the time his volleyball practice ends, he races to the library. Oh, look at that little prick sitting so unnecessarily close to you, he exhales a breath in annoyance, hands in his hips as he observes you two from outside. Kai had advised him to not bother you, so he’ll just wait out.

He couldn’t just stand still though when you shiver and rub your hands together so now he’s come in the library again, making his way to the two of you. “Oh, great, he’s here again,” your partner huffs and you look up at Kuroo, wondering why he’s got a frown on his face.

“Shut up, you really don’t wanna try me right now,” he grits his teeth, silently putting on his jacket over your frame. “You don’t have to finish it all up in one go, kitten, I could take you home to rest now,” he mutters, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them.

“We’re almost finished, we’re wrapping it up,” you smile up at him and he sighs. “Fine.” You’re stunned when he slams his palm on the table, his arm between the both of you. “But some distance, maybe?” He turns to face your partner who immediately moves his chair a foot away.

“Oh, and could you pass me that book over there,” Kuroo nods to your partner’s book.

“What for?” He scoffs.

“I’m obviously not going to hit you with it if that’s what you’re worried about,” he muses before grabbing the book himself. “Tetsu, what are you even doing?”

He looks at you with a playful smile before leaning in and tilting his head to the side, your lips a mere inch apart, “I’m motivating you to finish.” He locks lips with you. Your partner was stiff, but he couldn’t see at all as Kuroo blocks your pressed lips with the very book he had snatched.

“I’ll wait outside, I’ve only come in to kiss my girl, oh, and here’s your book,” he tosses it to him, eyes directly on his as he wipes the corner of his lips just to make his point before walking out, sending a wink your way.

“Yup, he’s definitely possessive,” you watch him as he walks out.

Oikawa Tōru

The moment your teacher announces your partner was someone else who gave him the very foreign feeling of being possessive and wanting to prove you’re his, it seemed like the world was ending.

“Hey, Iwa-chan, do you still see our sensei over there?” He whispers, and Iwaizumi looks at him like he’s gone insane. “What?”

“Because all I see is the devil, how dare he,” he bites the inside of his cheek, eyes darting to the back of your head while you discuss something with your insanely attractive partner who he admits is generously half as pretty as him. “Are you still on about how y/n should be your partner?” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes.

“It’s only common sense, they don’t look great together at all.”

“This is not some matchmaking crap shittykawa, this is a school project.” The bell finally rings, class was officially over for the day.

“You just don’t understand Iwa-chan,” he clicks his tongue before slinging his bag to his shoulder and making his way over to you.

“Y/n-chan!” You’re flustered when you feel a hand on your stomach as you’re pulled to Tōru’s chest. “Who’s this?” He smiles at your partner who stood across the two of you. “What do you mean ‘who’s this,’ he’s our classmate, he’s my partner too.”

Okay, something along the lines of ‘my partner’ had his eye twitching. He listens in to your conversation as you make plans about when you should meet, his chin resting above your head the whole time while he hugs you from behind.

You know Tōru’s not really one for caring who sees him displaying affection so his behavior now would pass up as normal but you get the feeling he’s purposely trying to show off right now.

“So we could start today then, at my place?” You partner asks, but before you could respond, Tōru beats you to it. “Absolutely not, Usui-kun,” he scowls as if Usui had said something so controversial. You also notice how he had unconsciously held you to him tighter.

“Someone’s a possessive boyfriend,” your partner grins.

“Me?” He scoffs, “I know I’m crazy for y/n and it shows, but I’m not that crazy.”

“Fine, then we’re going to my house.”

“The answer remains no, you’re not worthy enough to bring my y/n-chan inside your house.” You’re awkwardly just standing there, feeling more suffocated as Oikawa holds you closer to him the more their argument drags on.

“What are you, her dad?” Usui scoffs, but is now caught off guard upon meeting Oikawa’s cold eyes and taunting smirk.

“You’d be surprised as to what y/n calls me inside the walls of my bedroom,” he says it like it’s no big deal, and you break free from his hold, about to slap his chest but Iwaizumi smacks his head before you could lay a hand on him.

“Ow! Iwa-chan, my brain hurts!”

“I doubt you even have one shittykawa! Don’t go blurting out stuff like that,” he scolds.

“Thanks Iwa,” you genuinely smile at him before glaring at Oikawa. “Uh, so where then?” Your partner interrupts. “We could go to my place, my mom wouldn’t mind, might as well go now while it’s still early,” you walk towards him, Oikawa’s jaw dropping at how you so quickly left his side.

“Hey, wait a minute y/n-chan, I don’t approve of this,” he whines, yanking your wrist. “You really don’t have a say in this Tōru, we have a project to work on, byebye,” you hastily kiss his cheek before leaving with your partner.

He was hot on his heels about to follow you out but he’s yanked by the collar and dragged to practice by the impatient Iwaizumi. “Hey Usui-kun, my mom wouldn’t like you!” He shouts, struggling to not get his arm ripped off as he tries to resist Iwaizumi dragging him to the opposite direction of the both of you.

“We don’t have the same mom, Tōru!”

The instant practice ends, he has made it to his way inside your home, bearing chocolates and flowers for your mother. “Tōru, why are you here? And what’s all this?” Your mom asks him and he only chuckles while scratching the back of his neck, “I just haven’t dropped by in a while, where’s y/n though?”

Please not your bedroom.

“She’s in her bedroom with Usu-

“What? You can’t be on first-name basis with him already! Uh- I mean, I’m sorry, can I go up to her room?”

Your mother knowingly smiles as Oikawa dashes up the stairs. Looking at the chocolates he brought, it was as if he wanted to bribe your mom into liking him more. It was just like when you first brought him home.

“WHY IS THE DOOR EVEN CLOSED?” You yelp in shock when the door swings open, revealing a screaming Tōru fresh from his practice. “Geez, relax, it was windy.” You sigh, getting up from the floor to give him a hug but he has marched his way past you.

“Then at least close your window, not the door,” he grumbles as he shuts your windows so the wind couldn’t get in. He turns to look at the both of you wearing the same expression of ‘what the hell are you even doing here.’

“You.” He points down at Usui who was still sat on the floor, “what are you still doing here? Get up, I’m kicking you out.”

“Tōru I am this close to kicking you out, we have a project to finish,” you hiss at him, pushing him away from your area of scattered papers and plopping him down on your bed. “Stay there, don’t make noise, and let us work in peace.”

He frowns, turning to lay on his stomach and prodding his elbows against the mattress as he rests his chin on his hands. He observes the two of you work, his frown never leaving his face as you kept on ignoring him.

“Hey, y/n-chan, can I have a kiss?” He asks, looking at your partner to see his reaction.

“No, Toru, you cannot,” you deadpan, making Usui chuckle.

His smile only returns to his face upon bidding your partner goodbye, his teeth showing at how happy he was as he faces both you and your mom. “Now, I declare this lovely household cleansed!”

You only roll your eyes, guiding him up your room so you could cuddle while your mom starts to prepare dinner.

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Honey Girl. Chapter Seven.

chapter one. chapter two. chapter three. chapter four. chapter five. chapter six. chapter eight. chapter nine. series masterlist. the playlist.

Chapter Synopsis - Everything will work out the way it’s supposed to. At least, that’s what you and Bucky keep telling yourselves.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.

Word Count - 4.8k

Author's Note - I can only apologise for the delay on this one angels!! january blues, a crazy work schedule, writers block.. they all came to play at the same time. but chapter seven is finally here!! I hope you enjoy it. thank you for the continued love on this - words can’t describe how incredible it is.

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“Why aren’t you more surprised?”

Stella simply shrugs, sipping her cappuccino as if she has all the time in the world.

“Babe, with all due respect… I’ve been waiting for you to initiate this conversation for like two months.”

You look at her incredulously, fiddling nervously with a chip in the handle of your coffee cup.

“…Why? How?”

She smiles softly, reaching for your hand across the table.

“You’re miserable.”

You take a deep breath, and then another. After the fifth one, you find the courage to meet her eyes.

“How did you know?”

“Because I know you. You’re a hell of an actress, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s not you-”

“I know. Hey, I know. You don’t have to explain yourself.”

“I do.”

She waits for you, patient as ever. You’d be lying if you said the guilt wasn’t eating you up, slowly but surely from the inside out. You feel like you’ve let her down, disappointing the one person who’s given you your dream.

You realise, suddenly, that you haven't told anyone the full truth about everything. Not your Mom, not your Dad, not Lacie. Your Tethering, Bucky, the move to California - all your feelings and emotions over the past how ever many months have been bottled up and stowed away on a shelf, never to be opened. But you have the urge, now, to unscrew the cap and pour it out across the table, regardless of the mess.

So, you do.

"It's not you. You've given me everything I could have ever wanted, Stel, and I couldn't be more grateful. You know that, right?"

She nods, squeezing your hand.

"It's just been hard... emotionally. So, I, the thing is, I just..."

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

"I'm Tethered. I have a soulmate, and he lives back home. We found out literally right before you called me and asked about the business. I couldn't turn you down, I knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. I couldn't just let it pass me by. I knew we could do this, me and you, together. And I thought I’d be able to cope.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“Being away from Bucky has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. It’s like… I can’t breathe properly without him. Food isn’t as flavourful, colours aren’t as bright, the sun isn’t as warm. The separation is actually having physical effects that I’m not sure I can handle anymore.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“I’ve held out for as long as I possibly can. I was hoping that maybe it’d pass, that we’d get used to it and it’d all wear off. But it hasn’t. If anything, it’s worse than ever. The separation is ruining us both.”

You inhale. You hold it for five seconds. You exhale.

“I’m sorry. I know you’re going to tell me not to apologise, but I am. I’m sorry. You’ve given me everything and I’m just… quitting on you. I love this job so much, Stella. I can’t even find the words to describe how much. But I think either me or Bucky will break soon. And I have to prevent that from happening.”

You inhale.

Stella looks at you with so much compassion, you fight the urge to burst into tears.

You exhale.

“Listen to me, okay? You are one of the best damn bakers I have ever met in my life. No one in culinary school even came close to you. I always knew that I wanted you on my team, by my side, in my corner - in the kitchen, and everywhere else. But-"

You chew your bottom lip, wincing when you taste copper.

“We don’t have to be in each other’s pockets. We can be business partners and not see each other everyday. These are the joys of modern technology, babe. We can call, text, video chat, and then schedule in person meetings when we can. If anyone can make a cross country partnership work, it’s us. I mean, come on.”

The weight lifts from your shoulders, slowly but surely. A glowing, molten warmth trickles through your veins, hopeful and real and alive.

“And this,” she picks up your business plan, all printed and pretty. “This is air fucking tight. I’m not saying you picked the wrong career, but… business could definitely be your Plan B.”

You laugh, ignoring the way your voice cracks slightly, still choked with emotion.

“Babe, I was going to franchise the business eventually anyway. Sure, this is a little earlier than I first thought, but why the hell not? We’re successful, we’ve done so well… what’s stopping us? We know we can do this. And I trust you. So much.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, easing your death grip on her hand ever so slightly. “I thought I was gonna ruin everything.”

“You haven’t ruined anything, I promise you. This is a good thing.”

She thinks for a moment, lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly, she grins at you, nosy and mischievous.

“So a soulmate, huh?”

You groan, burying your face in your hands - but you can’t fight the smile that spreads across your cheeks.

“Yeah. It’s been… complicated.”

“He’s that super hot guy that came to see you, right? The one that looks like he could be a model?”

Laughing, you nod, making mental note to relay this to Bucky on the phone later.

“How did it happen? Was it like, a stranger on the street moment?”

“Nope,” you recall fondly. “We knew each other already. He’s my Dad’s best friend.”

Her jaw drops open, eyes flickering across your face.

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit, babe.”

“Yeah.”

“That’s amazing. Shit, no wonder you’ve been under so much stress. What did your Dad say?”

“He… doesn’t know.”

“What?”

“We need to tell him, I know we do, but it’s just so complicated. I’m worried that it’ll change everything, and not for the better.”

It’s been eating away at you, lately. The fact that your parents don’t know originally made perfect sense, but now? It’s been almost a year. You’ve never kept anything from them for that long. Now, you’re worried that you’ll never be able to undo the damage of lying and keeping secrets from the two people you always promised never to do that to.

"Look, I know I'm not exactly qualified to give out soulmate advice, but... you can't change this. It's literally been written in the stars. Your parents will understand, okay? But the longer you wait to tell them, the worse it'll be."

“Yeah. You’re right. It’s just - it’s tough. It’s gonna change everything, forever.”

“But isn’t that the beauty of it? It’s going to change everything, forever.”

You jump out of your seat and wrap your arms around Stella, holding onto her as tightly as you can. She hugs you back fiercely, speaking a thousand words without saying anything at all.

“Proud of you,” she murmurs into your hair.

“For what?” you laugh.

“Putting yourself first. Your health, your mental wellbeing, all of it. I know it wasn’t easy.”

“Love you,” you whisper, fighting back tears of relief.

“Love you too, my baker extraordinaire.”

You sit back down and take a breath, deep and full. Relaxing into your chair, you allow yourself to finally think about the next steps.

“So, I was thinking about going home and scouting out locations. I have that list of places that you read over in the business plan, but I thought of a couple more last night a few miles further out. I’ve pre prepped a few days worth of our best sellers, so you should be good without me.”

“Of course, babe. I’ve circled a couple where I really liked the look of the listings you’ve printed, and written a couple of notes for you to look over - just logistical stuff. Go back home, see your family and your soulmate,” she smirks, raising her eyebrows suggestively, “and just relax. God knows the stress lately has taken a couple years off your life. Please, get those years back on the beach or with your man or something.”

You laugh, shaking your head. She’s right, though. The stress has been resting stagnant in your muscles, tight and wound, making everything harder. You can’t wait to sit on the sand in Bucky’s arms and feel the tension melt from your body.

“You’re the best, Stella. You know that right?”

“So I’ve been told. Many, many times.”

Hours later, Bucky watches you on video call, laptop propped up on the dresser as you pack your bags excitedly. He hasn’t stopped smiling since he picked up, anticipation of the future lighting up his bones.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

You show up at your parents house without warning.

You thought about calling first, but decided it’d be much more fun to surprise them. It’s a Friday evening, and you know they’ll both be sat out on the back deck, drinking wine and recapping their weeks. It’s getting warmer on the East Coast, the sounds of spring and summer slowly filtering through.

Your Mom throws open the door, her face lighting up with glee.

“Babygirl!”

She throws her arms around you, rocking you back and forth so forcefully you’re worried you might fall over.

“My baby,” she exclaims, beaming grin almost blinding you. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you all about it.”

She grabs your face in her hands, forcing you to look her in the eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, smiling as the setting sun warms your back.

“Yeah, Mama. I am.”

She believes you. For the first time in a long time, you believe you too.

“Come on. Your Dad is gonna be so excited to see you.”

You leave your bags in the car, prioritising seeing the man who’s currently shaking his hips to the soft salsa music that’s playing.

“Nice moves, Casanova.”

He whips his head around, laughing when he sees you stood against the doorframe watching.

“You like em? I need a partner, babygirl! Come on!”

He grabs your hands, pulling you further into the yard so you have more space. You take up a terrible ballroom dance posture with him, cackling as he dips you backwards and almost drops you.

“Don’t kill my baby, please Jack!” your Mom calls from the kitchen window.

She returns with a glass of pink wine in her hand, gesturing for you to come and get it. Your Dad spins you over to her, steadying your shoulders when you trip over his shoes.

“It’s like The Universe knew you were coming to us tonight, darling. We opened the strawberry wine and everything.”

“My favourite.”

You get comfy on the loveseat, sitting across from your parents who are pressed together on the outdoor sofa. The wine is sweet and sugary and exactly what you needed.

“So, what are you doing here, kiddo?”

“It’s a little… complicated. But the good kind of complicated, I think.”

You start at the beginning. Well, almost. You leave out the part about finding Bucky, waiting for him to be with you when you tell that part of the story. You agreed that you’d talk to your parents about your relationship together, and you’re not about to break that promise. You do, however, explain everything else to them.

They listen carefully, nodding and smiling to let you know they’re still with you. When you talk about the difficulties you’ve faced, they wear matching frowns as your Mom fights back tears. Eventually, you sit in silence, waiting for their reaction.

“I wish you’d said something sooner.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I just… I thought I could do it on my own.”

“Honey, you never have to go through anything alone. That’s what we’re here for - we’re like, your built in therapists. Both me and your Dad would have happily listened if you’d called us, no matter the time or place.”

“Thank you. Both of you.”

“So this means you’re moving home?”

You nod, trying to contain the excitement bubbling up inside of you.

“Well it’s a good job we didn’t end up renting your apartment, huh?”

“You didn’t?”

“We thought about it, but it didn’t feel right. And we wanted to see you settle down in California first, just in case. I don’t either of us were ready to see someone else in that place. It’s yours.”

“You big softie,” you tease, nudging your Dad with your foot. He grabs it and squeezes, laughing when you squirm out of his grip.

“Well this is a cause for celebration, isn’t it?”

When you were younger, you used to get embarrassed that your Mom would throw parties for everything. Now, it’s one of your favourite things about her. She’s taught you to embrace the joy of the little things in life.

“What are you thinking, Mama?”

“Tomorrow night, a few friends. I’ll make a big paella, we can drink wine, play cards… what do you say?”

“Sounds perfect.”

And it does. The ease of being back home has calmed you down, untied the knots in your shoulders. You feel warmed by love, from the inside out.

You leave your parent’s house, promising to make a dessert of some kind for tomorrow. As you drive away, you suddenly realise that you’re headed in the wrong direction. You’re not going home. You’re going to the person that feels like home.

Bucky.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

He’s waiting for you on his front porch when you pull up.

“Hi, honey baby.”

“Hi, handsome.”

You launch yourself into his arms, savouring the warmth rolling off of him in waves. He smells like fresh linen and sea salt and all your future plans.

“You felt me coming, didn’t you?”

“From a mile off.”

He’s grinning, beaming in all directions.

“Good job it wasn’t a surprise visit, huh?”

“There’s no such thing anymore.”

“Good.”

He grabs your face in his work rough hands, gazing at you as if you’re the sun. You realise, suddenly, that you are. You are the one thing that his world revolves around. And he is yours. Forever.

“You gonna kiss me, Buck, or just stare at me, hmm?”

He chuckles before leaning in to press his lips to yours. You sigh in contentment and pull him closer by his shirt, tilting your head back to let him slip his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like scotch and spearmint, a perfect picture of his evening.

“Have you been drinking alone, cowboy?”

“Needed some liquid courage. Knew you’d come by.”

“I make you nervous, huh?”

The filthy smirk written across your face sends electricity crackling across his skin, the hairs on his arms standing up.

“Thought you’d have figured that out by now.”

“You’re really blowing up my ego, you know. I make the Bucky Barnes nervous. Who’d have thought?”

He shuts you up by kissing you again, snaking his hands around your back to plaster your bodies together. You tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it slightly.

“You’re letting your hair grow.”

“You like it long.”

You stop for a moment, watching his face carefully.

“Yeah. I do. How’d you know?”

“You pull it more when it’s long. Can feel how much you like it.”

“You’re a menace,” you laugh. “How about you take me inside, and I’ll show you just how much I like it? Unless you wanna give your neighbours front row seats…”

He chuckles and shakes his head before throwing you over his shoulder, laughing harder when you start shrieking. He carries you over the threshold, a beautiful prediction of years to come.

✵ ✵ ·　 ✵ 　　 * · ✵

You and Bucky spend the evening in his kitchen with the windows open, watching the setting sun. The gentle ocean breeze flows through the room, tussling Bucky’s chocolate brown hair and glinting off the ice in his rocks glass.

“You want me to come with you tomorrow, when you scout locations? I’ll be your chauffeur, if you like.”

“What about work?”

“I’m the boss, baby.”

“So you keep reminding me.”

He kicks you lightly under the table, laughing when you stick your tongue out at him.

“Yeah, Buck. I’d love it if you came with. You can use your contractor knowledge and help me out.”

“It’s a date. You want me to bring my clipboard? Tape measure? Mechanical pencil?”

“You gonna bring your talking machinery too, Bob The Builder?”

Bucky stands from his chair and pulls yours out, wrapping his arms around your waist and picking you up. He spins you around before putting you down and dragging you up the stairs, kicking his bedroom door open.

He throws you onto the bed unceremoniously, chuckling when you almost bounce off. You toss your shirt at his face, before shucking off your jeans and doing the same thing. He catches them with ease, winking at you before undressing himself.

He crawls up your body, kissing any skin he can find as he goes. He starts at your ankle, before moving to your knee, your thigh, your hip, your stomach, your chest, your neck, and eventually your lips. You’re almost shaking, alive with the anticipation of having every inch of Bucky pressed against you.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he rasps into your ear. “I’ll give it to you. Anything.”

“Just want you.”

“Need to get you ready first,” he murmurs, fingers trailing between your legs. His breath hitches when he feels how wet you are.

“Oh honey,” he groans. “You been like this all night? Hmm?”

“Since I first saw you waiting for me.”

He groans again, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

“Please, Buck. Just wanna feel you.”

Who is he to deny you when you ask so damn pretty?

“You’re killing me,” he mutters against your skin.

Bucky slides into you with one smooth thrust, biting down on your shoulder as he does it. You shudder at the feeling, and at the thought of having the imprint of his teeth on you later.

You both gasp, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in to you. You loop your legs around his waist, heels digging into his ass to press him even closer.

“Fuck me,” you choke out. “Need it, Buck.”

“My needy girl,” he chuckles lowly. “Gonna give you everything.”

Bucky retracts his hips before thrusting back into you, deep and full. You whine, and he’s convinced the sound will never be matched. It’s like angel song, rose tinted and heavenly.

He fucks you into the mattress, long, slow thrusts that make you want to cry a little. You’re not sure you’ve ever felt so connected to him - every single part of you touching his, bodies plastered together and souls intertwined.

He presses open mouthed kisses into the crook of your neck, right into your sweet spot. When he feels you getting close, he dances his fingers down your body and circles your clit, languid but precise. Your back arches as you find your release, clawing your nails down his back and locking your ankles around his hips.

“Oh fuck, honey - fuck.”

Bucky finishes with a shudder, sinking his teeth back into your shoulder. His raspy groans hit your ears just right, sweat dripping down onto your dewy skin.

“Love you, baby. Fuck, I love you.”

You’re both panting, trying to catch your breath as you come down from your highs.

“I love you too,” you giggle, pressing kisses to his damp forehead.

He collapses his weight onto you, chuckling when you groan. You push him off so he can lie next to you, strong arm thrown over your stomach as he pulls you in close.

You stay tangled for a while, letting the breeze from the window cool you both down. Bucky traces absentminded patterns across your back, rough fingertips sending goosebumps over your skin.

“I’m excited for tomorrow,” you murmur, keeping the volume low.

“Me too. Feels like a big step for our future, doesn’t it?”

“I just never imagined I’d have… this. You, the job I’ve always dreamed of… it doesn’t feel real. I mean, we’re going to look at places for a second location of my business. Who ever could have predicted I’d say that sentence?”

“Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. I told you that, that night on the beach. Before we knew. Remember?”

“I remember,” you smile, recalling that evening. You’d felt so inexplicably connected to Bucky that day. Little did you know what was to follow.

You fall asleep wrapped up in Bucky’s arms, warm and content.

You’ve never known happiness like it.

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The day flies by with Bucky by your side.

You’re a little out of your depth, admittedly. You don’t know much about real estate, or what makes a viable location for a bakery. But Bucky helps - explaining what to avoid, warning signs to look out for, checking out all of the boring stuff like gas mains and water pipes and backup generators. He never patronises you, even when you look at him like a deer in headlights. He clarifies himself when you become unsure, laying out explanations carefully and simply. He’s the perfect right hand man.

“You almost ready, honey?”

“Yeah Buck, give me one second!”

You walk into the kitchen where Bucky’s leaning against the counter, beer in hand. He’s in loose jeans and a linen button up, the white shirt beautifully showing off his tanned skin. He’s got several buttons undone, toned chest peeking through. He looks effortlessly perfect.

You stop in front of him, fixing the buckle on your sandals. You look up at Bucky to find him staring at you, open mouthed.

“You alright, handsome?”

“You look… you look - fuck, you look gorgeous.”

Heat rises up your skin, still so susceptible to his compliments.

“Thank you,” you whisper, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he chuckles into your mouth.

Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, pulling you into him. His other hand plays with the hem of your dress, your skin burning where his fingers brush. You kiss him back harder, groaning when he nips at your bottom lip. He sucks on your tongue, and your knees buckle.

You pull back suddenly, putting three feet of distance between you.

“We need to go.”

Your hair is tousled, chest rising and falling at a rapid pace as you try to regain your composure. Bucky smirks at you, laughing when you flip him off.

“Come on. My parents and paella await us.”

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Your Mom has done it again.

Golden lights adorn the beams of the deck, the table littered with flowers and wine glasses begging to be filled. There’s already a few people scattered around the yard, chatting and laughing in the warm evening air.

“Oh baby, you look so beautiful.”

Your Mom engulfs you in a hug, pulling back to look at you from a distance. You’re wearing a yellow sundress, form fitting in all the right places. The skirt blows in the gentle breeze, fanning around you like an angels halo.

“This place looks amazing, Mama. I made you a tropical tart - it’s pineapple and coconut, with a mango coulis.”

“Oh, it’s gorgeous. I’ll put it in the fridge and get you some wine, honey. Buck, you want wine or beer?”

“Wine, please Lori. You need a hand?”

“If you’re offering,” she winks, laughing when he pokes her in the side as they leave towards the kitchen.

“Your father says you’re moving back home.”

You turn around to see Cora looking at you expectantly. You haven’t seen her since the incident that evening months ago.

“Uh, yeah. I love California, but I think I outgrew it after culinary school.”

She nods at you in faux sympathy, overbearing and sickly sweet.

“Aw, sweetie. Sometimes, things just don’t work out the way we hoped, huh?”

“Mhmm,” you hum noncommittally. “Yeah, I guess.”

You look for an exit, but she rubs your arm in support, pulling you back.

“I saw you today, you know.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes! Down on Maple, by the corner. You were with Bucky.”

You freeze suddenly, blood running cold. You and Bucky are always affectionate, whether you mean to be or not. It’s just the way it is, being alongside your soulmate. Of course, Cora doesn’t know this. All she’s seen is you, out in town with your Dad’s best friend, looking cosier than platonic.

Your ears are ringing. You wonder, for a second, if you’re experiencing deja vu.

“Yeah, he… he has contracting experience. Just needed a second opinion. I’m no builder, after all.”

You force a laugh, willing the ground to swallow you up.

“You two are friends? You seem pretty close.”

She’s watching you, waiting for a reaction. You don’t give it to her.

“I’ve known him for a while, I see him often. He’s a good friend to my Dad, so you can imagine we know each other pretty well by now.”

“Yeah. It sure looked like it.”

You’re wracking your brain, trying to understand what she saw. Then it hits you.

On the corner of Maple is a florist’s, alive with blooming flowers and plants of every colour. You’d been admiring the tulips when Bucky had wrapped his arms around you from behind, whispering in your ear about how you’re the prettiest flower of all, honey.

There’s no running away from this. She’s caught you, in broad daylight.

“We’re friends,” you reiterate, praying for mercy.

You shoot her a fake smile before turning on your heel, making a beeline for the kitchen to find your Mom. When you get there, you gulp down your entire glass of strawberry wine, begging the sugar to lift your mood and calm your nerves.

The rest of the night goes off fairly smoothly.

You eat paella and fruit tart, drink wine, laugh with your parents and their friends. Bucky occasionally slips a hand beneath the table, squeezing your thigh in silent reassurance. You tangle your fingers with his for a moment before letting go, praying everyone else is none the wiser.

Every time Cora opens her mouth, your chest constricts a little. But she seems to have learnt her lesson somewhat, only speaking to tell obnoxiously long and tangent filled stories and offer comments no one asked for. Eventually, you all disperse from the table, making conversation elsewhere.

“What’s on your mind?” a low voice rasps in your ear.

You’re sat on the swing in the corner of the garden, watching the world go by. Bucky snakes his arm over the back of it, fingertips brushing your shoulder.

“Cora saw us today. Think she knows.”

“She’s a fucking nuisance.”

You laugh, the sound vibrating through Bucky’s bones.

“Yeah, she is. She’s also a gossip. She won’t keep her mouth shut for long if she thinks she’s sitting on something newsworthy.”

He thinks for a moment, taking a deep breath.

“So we tell them.”

You lean back into Bucky’s arm, inhaling the familiar scent of peace.

“We should do it as soon as possible.”

“How about tomorrow?”

You nod, biting your glossy lips.

“Yeah. We need to do it sometime, and we’ve delayed the inevitable for long enough. We’ll do it tomorrow.”

Bucky nudges closer to you, so your sides are pressed together.

“It’ll all work out the way it’s supposed to, honey girl.”

You smile gently.

“I know. I don’t think I believed you the first time you said that to me. But I do now.”

“You and me against the world, baby.”

“You and me against the world, Buck.”

It truly feels like it, at the moment. You and Bucky against the world.

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