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Tangled Hearts - Fitzwilliam Darcy X Female Reader

Title: Tangled Hearts

Fitzwilliam Darcy X Female Reader

(Could be seen with either BBC Darcy or the 2005 Darcy; I personally see it as the 2005 version/settings based off the 2005 one)

Additional Characters: Reader's parents, Charles Bingley, Caroline, George Wickham (Mentioned), Jane Bennet (Mentioned), Georgiana Darcy (Mentioned), other random people (Mentioned), Albert Wright (OC), Mr. Took (OC) (Mentioned), and Duke Phillip Colston (OC) (Mentioned)

WC: 7,526

Warnings: Typical Pride and Prejudice era misogyny and so on, toxic parents, Reader is mentioned to wear dresses and heels, Reader hates balls, society sucks, Caroline, banter, gossip, arranged marriages, Darcy's in love, scandals mentioned, yelling, crying, Charles is the voice of reason, itty bit of suggestion (time period wise), angst, and fluff

Pemberley. Your home away from home. The large country estate was gorgeous, surrounded by vivid green grass, and which sat across a crystal clear lake. You loved Pemberley not only for its beauty, but because the place had become your own haven of peace and solitude. It was where you could be yourself without worrying about being judged or ostracized. 

Though, during the time, you always were forced to look so prim and proper, on days where you had no other responsibilities, you would sneak out to sit on the soft grass outside. That was the only time you really felt free.

As a child, you visited Pemberley more often than not. Your family were great friends with the Darcys and Bingleys, resulting in you spending a lot of time at the residence and within their presence. You had become close friends with Charles Bingley - his sister, Caroline, not so much - George Wickham, and Fitzwilliam Darcy. 

During your later adolescent years, you had briefly traveled to the Longbourn estate, where you had grown close to Jane and Elizabeth Bennet, despite your parent's wishes. Your mother specifically didn't want you spending time with those in the Middle Class. That didn't stop you though.

Out of the three, Charles, Caroline, and Fitzwilliam, you spent most of your time with the latter. And eventually Georgiana Darcy in the later upcoming years. Ever since you were a young child, you would travel to Pemberley with your parents, occasionally playing with the young Darcy if you were both not in lessons with your shared tutor.

You never really understood why both you and Fitzwilliam were tutored together, you never voiced your questions out loud, in fear of being scolded. But, during your many years in the company of Fitzwilliam, the two of you became very close friends, which was only natural having grown up together.

As the years went on, your parents began forcing you to attend balls, and at the age of twenty-two, you began to realize that they were actively looking for a suitable husband for you. You had a distaste for the idea, but were forced to comply, knowing that they would not end the search, no matter how many times you had voiced your own wishes.

Thankfully, Charles, Caroline, and Fitzwilliam were usually always attended. And occasionally, you'd spend time with Jane and Lizzie when they attended the same events, but otherwise, you would stand on the sidelines with Fitzwilliam as everyone else danced.

Your personality, though more reserved, wasn’t lacking. You had a great sense of humor, a sharp intellect, and an excellent memory. You enjoyed reading books and watching plays and operas; at a time wishing you could play a part in either one. You were kind, and generous to a fault; which, when you were younger, had gotten you into some trouble at times. You were very free-spirited, not afraid to speak your mind in certain situations; which your parents thought resulted in you spending too much time with Elizabeth Bennet. 

Fitzwilliam, though holding many similar interests, his demeanor was seemingly unfriendly, aloof, and unapproachable. He kept to himself, rarely engaging in social activities and never participating in conversations unless spoken to first. And while he was a bit arrogant and proud, he was actually very caring and understanding towards the ones that he held in high esteem. He still remained distant from most people, preferring to watch them from afar with a critical, often anxious - though, he was rather good at hiding it, gaze. 

You usually stood on the sidelines with Fitzwilliam at balls, only occasionally dancing with some random man your parents wanted you to dance with; in hopes some spark ignites. But, you disliked dancing, especially with strangers, and preferred to read books and relax in your room. Fitzwilliam, ever the gentleman, would start up some sort of conversation with you, albeit awkwardly. Though it happened rarely, it was always welcome; all the balls that you have ever been to have always been dreadful, but less so with Fitzwilliam there.

Balls had become associated with finding suitors and respectable husbands, rather than having fun and enjoying yourself, and you were beginning to resent that aspect of life. You knew that there was going to be a very low chance, or none at all, that you would be allowed to choose your own husband; or even have any say in the arrangement in the first place. If you did have a choice, you would choose Fitzwilliam. A few years prior, you noticed that you had developed feelings for him, feelings that were growing every single day. 

You greatly admired Fitzwilliam, his intelligence, kindness, gentleness, handsomeness, and overall good nature. But you said nothing of it. You knew you had no choice in who you were going to marry - whether you liked it or not. So you kept your head down and tried not to think of it too much. Though, it was hard to not think about him, you spent a lot of time with the man after all. But, being a very respectable and composed young woman, you didn't show most of your emotions to others.

As an Upper Class woman, you were required to follow every rule laid out by your parents and society. You also had a duty to act demure in public, especially during formal events, and to appear to be a perfectly poised young lady. This was something that you hated, not being able to express yourself freely, or to be your true self. But, you were really good at it. Being taught to hold unwanted emotions at bay, which you had learned to hold certain romantic feelings for Fitzwilliam in a tightly controlled manner.

Sitting in one of the many sitting rooms in Pemberley, you quietly sipped your tea with Fitzwilliam and Caroline. It was silent, aside from the occasional clink of a tea cup being placed upon a small saucer, the sound of Fitzwilliam's quill upon the parchment, and the sound of you turning the pages of your book as you read. Whilst your mind was elsewhere, you hardly noticed Caroline as she read some letter about a scandal some banker was in before hearing your friends, Elizabeth Bennet's presence being announced.

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

Shutting your book, you let a small smile grace your features as Lizzie entered, her hair down and mud on her shoes. She gave a polite smile, looking around the room as Fitzwilliam stood and gave a curt bow of the head. Setting your book on the table before you, you walked over to the young woman, greeting her with a quick hug.

After a moment of silence, Caroline quietly gasped, "Good lord, Elizabeth. Did you walk here?”

"I did..." She answered as you both pulled away from the hug.

"Lizzie, it is so good to see you. Are you well? It has been ages since we last spoke." You asked, "I hope you won't become ill. It was rather chilly out this morning."

"I am well, thank you. And yourself?" She asked softly.

Clasping your hands together before you, you nodded, "I am doing marvelously, thank you. We will have to have tea together sometime soon, I miss our riveting conversations."

Lizzie's smile widened, "Of course." After another slightly awkward moment, she continued, "I'm so sorry, how's my sister?" She brought her eyes to Fitzwilliam and Caroline.

"She's upstairs." Fitzwilliam answered and Elizabeth nodded.

"Thank you." With one last look and smile towards you, she left the room with haste. 

Letting out a small sigh, you walked back to the table, sitting back down in your seat and reopening your book. "My goodness, did you see her hem? Six inches deep in mud. She looked positively medieval." She mocked with amusement in her tone, and you rather hoped that she would finish speaking, but she wasn't done. Caroline then turned to you, and braced yourself for her words, "That was rather unlady-like, wasn't it?" She asked, as you flipped to the next page of your book.

"May I ask you to elaborate, Caroline?" You asked, barely giving the woman a glance as you continued reading. Ever since you were a young child, you and Caroline had never seen eye to eye. You weren't exactly fond of each other, and you didn't care to try getting along any better than you already did.

"Greeting her in such a manner." Caroline responded as she picked up a small finger sandwich.

You flipped to the next page, "Isn't it rather unlady-like to bring yourself into one's business, Caroline?" You asked, looking up to look at the women with a raised eyebrow. She only said nothing, letting out a small scoff as she looked away. "Oh, Caroline, dear... You have a little bit of something..." You began, lightly tapping the side of your mouth; even though she had nothing even blemishing her face.

Caroline quickly snatched a napkin from the table, dabbing the corner of her mouth. If she was embarrassed, she didn't show it, but you could tell by the way she fidgeted slightly in her seat that she was anything but pleased. Before going back to your book, you glanced over at Fitzwilliam, who had sat back down minutes ago, a very, very small smile on his face; his eyes held some amusement. Smiling lightly yourself, you went back to your book and tea.

~~~

It was a particular sunny day, birds singing in the trees, and clouds rolling through the sky. It was a beautiful afternoon, and you were enjoying it immensely. The weather was perfect for taking a stroll in the countryside, and if you were being honest, you loved being outdoors. The sun felt warm and inviting against your skin, the breeze gently blowing past you caused your dress to flutter a bit in the breeze. Carrying your book in your hand, you found a nice grassy spot to sit, not too far from Pemberley, but close enough to the lake that you felt at ease. You opened your book to where you had left off earlier and took a deep breath, trying to clear your mind of any unpleasant thoughts. 

You did not know how much time had passed before you heard footsteps, but you didn't bother looking up. When the person then took a seat beside you on the grass, you moved your gaze away from your book, looking up. There sat Fitzwilliam, his expression unreadable. "How may I be of service, Fitzwilliam?" You asked, placing your bookmark between the pages of your novel, closing it gently and setting it in your lap.

"I had been looking for you," He began, staring straight ahead, "May I accompany you for a while?" He added, and you nodded.

"As you wish." You replied, "I'd love the company, Fitz." He didn't say anything else, just giving you a short nod, a barely visible smile before looking off at the lake.

You went back to your book, opening it once more to where you had left off, but you didn't feel like continuing. It seemed that he had something on his mind, and it seemed that he wasn't in the mood to talk about it. Perhaps it would do him good to get it off his chest. But you knew better in asking him to do such, though he was pretty open with you in general, Fitzwilliam was quite reserved when it came to matters of the heart; he'd hide things behind a façade of calm and composure when talking to those around him. So you didn't say anything, didn't push him, allowing Fitzwilliam to take his time.

After a couple of minutes, he finally spoke, "What is it that you are reading?" He asked, turning his gaze to the book in your hands.

Looking up, you meet his gaze, "It's called 'Emma.' It speaks of a young woman who thinks of herself as a matchmaker." You replied softly.

"Ah. I suppose I should not be surprised that your reading has led you to romantic literature." Fitzwilliam commented.

"Well, I wouldn't say that." You countered. "I simply find them fascinating, as they give me new perspectives." You explained, tilting your head to the side slightly, "Have you read this publication?" You asked, motioning towards the book in your lap.

"No, I have not. I believe Miss Caroline had mentioned it in passing once." He admitted, and you gave a small hum in response. "Though she was not seemingly fond of it."

You lightly scoffed, turning to stare at the lake before you, "I would suspect that she finds it distasteful." Another silence washed over the two of you, and you found yourself looking at Fitzwilliam. You could sense an uneasiness in his gaze, though there was something else there, as well. You wanted to ask what was bothering him, but you decided against it, knowing better than to pry into the affairs of another person. However, you were curious, and as you watched his eyes dart across the water, you knew you needed to speak. "Are you feeling alright, Fitz?" You questioned softly.

Fitzwilliam looked over at you, staring at you before speaking, "I apologize if you feel that I am acting peculiar..."

"Do not worry. You are not behaving strangely." You assured him, smiling slightly, "I am just worried that something might be on your mind." 

Fitzwilliam pursed his lips briefly, his blue eyes locked with yours. The way you looked at him caused his stomach to flutter nervously, your overall presence made him nervous, and the overwhelming pounding of his heart was deafening. Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy was completely and utterly hopelessly in love with you. How could he ever resist you? He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, kiss you until the world disappeared, and tell you everything. But that would be highly inappropriate and perhaps even selfish, and he knew that. He had no right to ask such of you, and he knew that; he pushed those desires aside immediately and forced himself to think rationally. 

"Would it be presumptuous of me to inquire as to if you are going to be attending the ball this fortnight?" He finally asked, his voice low, his eyes flickering over your features.

Your heart skipped a beat upon hearing the question, and you could not help but swallow dryly. "Yes, I will be attending. As you know, my parents wouldn't allow me to miss the event, even though I would much rather be reading in my room." You answered, trying to keep the trepidation out of your voice.

"I must agree with you. I would much rather be alone in my room as well." He replied quietly, lowering his gaze back to his own lap. 

"Well," You sighed out, grabbing your book once more, "At least we will have each other's presence to distract us from the tedium of the events." You said in an attempt to lighten the air, but he only offered a small chuckle before he turned his gaze back to the lake. 

Silence fell over the both of you again, with the soft sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the birds flying overhead filling the space between the two of you. The atmosphere was peaceful, as it always was whenever you were together. For you, the silence was comforting, and Fitzwilliam enjoyed the silence as well. It was rare when the both of you had the chance to have a quiet moment together, so this was always a treat for you both.

~~~ 

Standing at the edge of the room, in your best dress from the newest season, you stood beside Fitzwilliam as the ball was in full swing. Your eyes surveyed the large room, glancing from the dancing couples, people chatting amongst their family, friends, etcetera, and finally, your parents. They stood, speaking with a man, whom you couldn't quite place his name on. From where you were, you could not understand fully what they were saying, which worried you slightly.

And it seemed that Fitzwilliam had noticed your straying gaze on your parents, and how your satin-gloved hands fumbled together nervously in front of you.

"Do not mind them." He muttered to you, leaning slightly towards you so you could hear him over the music.

"It is hard not to, Fitz," You spoke, turning your gaze away from your parents and back out upon the dancing. "They've been trying to find me a husband for the past couple of months. I am hoping at some point they will give up in their search."

"By the way that you speak, it would seem that you do not wish to marry." Fitzwilliam said, and you turned your head to look up at him.

"You know me, Fitzwilliam." You sighed, shaking your head slightly, "I do not want to marry someone I am unsure of. Besides, there were many whom were willing to offer marriage to a lady like me, and many of them, if I must say so myself, were handsome in all senses of the word. But from the few who have offered me marriage, I have turned away. I know that they had only seen my wealth, status, and looks rather than my personality. And I find that I cannot fathom the idea of marrying someone so shallow, or lacking in depth and solidity for that matter."

"I admire your strength of character." He said, looking down at you.

"Thank you, Fitz." You smiled sweetly up at him. "I admire your kindness and integrity." You added, your smile becoming genuine as he returned your smile with one of his own; though hardly noticeable.

"Daughter," Your gaze swiftly moved from your long-time friend to your mother, who stood with your father, and another gentleman you have never met before. "I would like you to meet Mr. Albert Wright. He's the owner of the Wright & Co. bank here in England." She informed you, a smile on her face, but her eyes held such excitement.

This Albert fellow was certainly some character, judging by his attire. His suit had a deep black waistcoat, a dark green vest, black breeches, and black shoes. And despite his clothing being quite plain, he did make an imposing figure; he was tall and broad, with a strong jawline, and he appeared to be very well built. His hair was dark brown, curly, and cut short, and his eyes a brilliant green.

You curtsied to him, trying to be as polite as possible, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Wright." You greeted, forcing a smile upon your face.

"Please, call me Albert." He spoke, his voice deeper than you expected. Surprising you further as he bows his head and then offers you his hand. "May I have the honor of asking you to dance, my lady?"

The thought of taking his hand made you nervous, yet you took it regardless; not wanting to cause a scene or to upset your mother and father. Fitzwilliam stood helplessly as he watched you being led across the room by Mr. Albert just as another song began; his frown deepened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched as you danced with Mr. Albert. 

"Lovely match, don't you think, Mr. Darcy?" Your mother asked Fitzwilliam as she watched you dance with the banker.

Fitzwilliam reluctantly spoke, "I suppose so." He responded nonchalantly, averting his gaze momentarily before looking back over at you once more. Fitzwilliam had recognized the name Albert Wright from a couple of weeks prior. Having heard what the name had done, Fitzwilliam couldn't stop himself from warning your parents about Mr. Albert Wright's past scandal. "Madam, I understand wholeheartedly that you wish only the best for your daughter, but I feel that I must inform you that Mr. Albert was a part of a scandal many years ago regarding an older woman, whose husband was a respected merchant."

Your mother's eyes widened at the news, her hand coming to be placed upon her chest in shock, "Where did you hear of this, sir?" She inquired, your father mirroring his wife's expression, but he said nothing.

"From Miss Caroline, madam." He explained, turning to face the dancing crowd, his eyes following your figure.

Her mouth parted in surprise, her eyes widening further, "This is absolutely unacceptable! Our daughter should not associate with a man like this!" She exclaimed, her tone raising to one of anger as she glared at Mr. Albert.

By the end of the dance, Albert raised your hand and pressed a kiss to your gloved hand, bowing his head as you curtsied. Finally, you had thought, saying your goodbyes and thank yous to the man before heading back to your mother, father, and Fitzwilliam.

As you got closer, your eyebrows furrowed slightly, seeing your mother and father's angry expressions as they spoke to one another. Finding your spot next to Fitzwilliam, you leaned slightly towards the man to speak. "What has gotten my parents in such a temper?" You asked him, noticing his shoulders tensing slightly.

He glanced over at you briefly and shook his head lightly, "I am afraid I don't know. Perhaps it concerns Mr. Albert." He mused softly, keeping his eyes locked onto yours.

"But why is Papa so enraged? I haven't seen him this red since Mr. Took had tried to cheat him out of some money." You commented softly, looking up towards your parents once more.

"I believe it has to do with the fact that Mr. Albert had been a part of a scandal many years back." Fitzwilliam answered, making your jaw drop slightly, your hand coming up to cover your shock.

"And where did you hear of such a thing?" You asked quickly, wanting to know more details as to what scandal that Mr. Albert had gotten involved in.

Fitzwilliam looked down at you for a moment, turning back to the dancing, "If my memory serves me correctly, Miss Caroline had read upon it in a letter."

Trying to hide the smirk on your face, you lightly cleared your throat. "Well, isn't this unexpected," You muttered, amused. "And I could only assume that you had mentioned such news to my parents?" You asked, looking up at the name, eyes glinting with amusement.

Fitzwilliam looked down at you, nodding his head slowly, thinking, "Yes, you would be correct." He confirmed, saying nothing else which only made you smile.

"Well, thank you, Fitz," You began, "Without you, I wouldn't doubt my parents would have me married off to the man." You joked before another peaceful silence engulfed you both - that is, it was peaceful for you. 

Fitzwilliam looked down at you from beneath his eyelashes, studying you carefully, almost as if he were trying to memorize every feature of your face. When he realized that he was staring, he quickly turned away, clearing his throat lightly as he gained the courage to offer his hand out. You looked over, looking up at the man, to his hand, and back.

As you raised your eyebrow in question, he finally spoke, "Would you like to dance, my lady?" He asked softly, and you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face. You had your shock well, but you were surprised that 

"That sounds lovely." You whispered, placing your hand into his gently.

~~~

The sun was shining brightly as it peeked through the clouds, causing the water to sparkle with each droplet of rain that hit the surface. You love it when the sun's shining and it's raining at the same time. You had started your day as you usually did when you stayed at your family estate; waking up in your lavish bed, before getting ready for the day. Choosing one of your favorite day dresses, you style your hair neatly, grabbing a new book before leaving your chambers. Before breakfast, you did your daily practice on the piano for a moment before sitting in one of the sitting rooms and reading your book. 

Joining your mother and father for breakfast, you ate delicious small cakes, breads, and hot coffee. Breakfast was pretty peaceful and quiet, aside from your father occasionally speaking up. After a while, the topic shifted from the conversation regarding your plans for the afternoon, which included spending the time walking about the grounds, as you had previously intended to do earlier in the morning. 

You hid your feelings well, but you wished that you were at Pemberley at the moment. You had never really felt comfortable or a part of your family's estate. You loved both your parents dearly, but they were rather strict compared to how you're used to life at Pemberley. In truth, you missed staying there; however, you were happy that you were able to stay with your family once again and you didn't want to disrupt their routine. So, you continued to smile politely through your father's comments and continued to eat your food.

You had begun to zone out at some point of your father's speech, nodding along when you thought necessary when suddenly, you heard your name being called. You snapped your head up to see your mother with a small frown on her face. "Your father had asked you a question, young lady." She informed you. You bowed your head and apologized for spacing out. Your mother sighed, placing her small fork down on her fine China plate. "Your father had asked if you desired to attend the upcoming ball at Pemberley?" Pushing your shoulders back, your mind racking at your mother's words. But before you could answer, your mother cut back in, "We know that you don't have a fondness for such events." Your mother included, which you found odd and surprisingly thoughtful, that she was aware of your dislike for socializing, and was finally letting you have a choice in the matter.

Though, you couldn't help but wonder, why now? What had happened or what had been said that would allow your parents to change their minds? Looking up, your eyes met your mother's, "If I may, mother, I had thought that you would want me to attend such gatherings. Has something happened to change your mind so?" You asked her, tilting your head slightly as you spoke.

Your mother nodded her head, her smile widening with excitement, "Precisely so, but we have splendid news for you." Glancing to your father, he then decided to speak, clearing his throat before doing so.

"Your mother and I have found you a suitor. We have met with him many times over these past few weeks and we have deemed him to be most suitable. We have decided to arrange for your engagement with him." Your father announced.

Your breath caught in your throat, unable to utter even a word. You felt as if the world had begun to crumble around you, all your efforts of being independent forgotten as your father's words sunk in. You wanted the Earth to swallow you whole, the sky to open up and spit you back out, and any other form of escape would be welcomed by you. Your heart ached as your father finished speaking, your fingers twitching slightly as you grasped your fork tightly; your knuckles turning white. 

Your lips and mouth felt extremely dry as you opened your mouth and licked your lips, a shaky breath escaping you, "Who have you arranged me with?" You asked, "... If I may inquire?" Your voice was shallow and quiet, your gaze directed downwards.

"Duke Phillip Colston, a very wealthy gentleman who lives here in England." Your father replied, watching you closely as if waiting for you to react. "I believe you'll make a very respectable wife for him, just so as long as you do not cause him too much trouble. He is an eligible bachelor after all." Your father added quietly.

Sighing inwardly, you lifted your head to look at your parents, swallowing heavily, "Do I have any say in this?" You questioned, your voice still weak as your hands clenched into fists under the table. You could feel tears building in your eyes, and you desperately blinked them away, refusing to let them fall as you tried your hardest to keep yourself composed.

"I am afraid not, dear," Your mother answered, "We have gone countless months trying to find you a respectable and kind suitor - a man who is willing and able to take care of you and provide you with all the comforts of society. And yet, all of our attempts have failed." Her tone grew seemingly irritated. "Every man we had brought to you, offering marriage, you have turned away." Her voice rose into one of anger. "You are at a point where men will not even be interested in marrying you, your refusals are becoming the talk of the town, gossip, and blather, and I will not have it." She practically spat angrily, looking up at you with fire in her eyes, a fire that you could not seem to extinguish. 

You stared at your mother silently, a slight pain throbbing through your heart as you took in her words, "I understand wholeheartedly, mother," You began, pushing your chair back to stand, and setting your napkin onto your empty China plate. "I will say this, that I have no desire to marry such a man; duke or not. My heart belongs to someone who is worthy of it." You stated firmly. You then turned on your heel, walking out of the room without saying another word.

Once you were out of their sight, knowing that they weren't going to follow you, you ran. Rushing out into the hall, you ignored the odd looks from your family's servants and maids, swiftly making your way to the front doors and stumbling out into the chill air. Breathing heavily, you felt everything rushing through your veins and blood; flowing throughout your body. Without a second thought, you stepped out into the light rain before running once again. 

You kept running and running, your feet stomping into the wet grass, hair plastered to your face, cold rain falling onto your face; soaking your dress. You didn't care nor have any mind to where you were running or where you were, you just needed to get away. Away from them. Away from them all. Your life, you had no power, no control over it; no matter how hard you fought against it, you could not escape fate. 

You had known that at some point, your parents would grow tiresome of your constant rejection of the men they had brought to you. You knew it was going to be only a matter of time before they would just arrange for you to marry someone else. It was bound to happen sooner or later, considering your age. You weren't getting any younger, and no one wanted a spinster for a daughter.

Still breathing heavily, you came to a stop in a dewy field, your chest rising and falling as you tried to catch your breath. Finally, you let the tears fall from your eyes, your vision blurry as the water streaming down your cheeks. You wiped your cheek with your sleeve as a sob escaped your lips. You collapsed to the ground in a heap, feeling as if your heart was breaking all over again. The day of the shining sun and the falling rain, something that you had once adored, now only seemed to mock you. As you cried softly, ignoring how cold and drenched you were, you did not hear the sounds of hooves, and someone calling your name. Only when you felt someone touch your shoulder, did you look up.

Fitzwilliam's usually stoic expression was long gone, replaced with worry and concern. His brows furrowed together as he looked at your tear-stained cheeks, and your dampened dress. Fitzwilliam slowly helped you to your feet, helping you lean against him as he guided you to his horse. You did not remember much of the ride back to Pemberley, nor entering the large estate, nor when you were rushed off with a couple of housemaids. You felt numb as you were in the bath, hair being washed and skin being scrubbed. During that time, you had only wished the bath water to be scalding. 

You were quickly dressed in an afternoon dress - one of the dresses that you had kept in your room for when you stayed at the estate - swiftly, you were brought to your room. You sat on your bed, in the home that you'd grown to love more than your own, gazing out the window as the rain began to slowly cease, revealing a beautiful blue sky. A sigh left your lips as a knock sounded upon your door, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"Enter," You muttered, surprisingly loud enough for the person to hear, as they opened the door.

Turning your attention from the window, you looked over to see Fitzwilliam, the same worry on his beautiful features as when he had found you in the field in the pouring rain. Silently, he sat beside you, leaving enough space to make you feel comfortable. It wasn't long until Fitzwilliam's curiosity and urgency to see whatever was the matter got the best of him. He watched as you fiddled with your fingers and sighed deeply, "What troubles you? Why were you sitting among the fields?" His voice was soft, filled with concern, and you raised your hand to your hair; brushed but not styled. 

You felt your eyes well up with tears once more, a breathy sigh leaving your lips before you spoke, "I have been arranged to marry Duke Colston." You answered, a voice at the same level as the man beside you. You couldn't even bear to look at him, if you did, you were sure that the tears in your eyes would become a waterfall.

There was silence for several moments as you awaited Fitzwilliam's response. When finally, you glanced towards him, his gaze was locked straight ahead as if lost in thought, "Is this something that you are unhappy about?" Fitzwilliam inquired, his voice calm.

"Incredibly so," You answered with a breath, "I do not wish to marry that man, nor ever." You said, your words laced with bitterness, looking down at your lap, "But I do not know what to do. Despite everything, I cannot bring myself to refuse." You admitted, feeling guilty as soon as you finished speaking. Though you did not agree with the society that you lived in nor the repressing of women's voices, you knew that this was something that had to be done. Not for you, but for your family, no matter how much you detested the idea. "I will have to go along with the matter, for it pleases my family." 

Fitzwilliam stared at the side of your face, subconsciously admiring you as he thought. In his heart, he despised that you were forced to marry someone who was unworthy of you - you did not deserve that, you deserved far better. But what could he do? Again, Fitzwilliam was hopeless. He was unable to do much of anything. Right before him, you were miserable, and he could do nothing but sit here and offer you comfort. He did not even know which he could offer you at this point. He could only watch helplessly as you felt like he was watching you crumble right before his very eyes. His time was up, his hopes diminished, his dreams crushed.

~~~

Fitzwilliam sat in his office, staring down at the many papers and letters before him on his desk. The ticking of the grandfather clock was loud within the silent atmosphere, its deep, heavy, and unenthusiastic noises echoing around the room, as Fitzwilliam tried to force himself to focus. He was not successful, however, as his mind drifted to you every time he closed his eyes. Every time, he would imagine you, dancing with the Duke, marrying the Duke, starting a family with the Duke. Everything that Mr. Darcy himself had desired with you. 

He sighed heavily and rubbed at his forehead, closing his eyes briefly as images of you danced across his mind. You, in his arms. Dancing at the ball from only a month ago. You looked up at him with those eyes, those eyes that held his heart. You laughed, and he swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you happy and laughing; he could not lose you. But he did. Why did he not ask for your hand?

A knock sounded at his office door and Fitzwilliam snapped his eyes open, turning his head to face the door. "Enter." He called out, clearing his throat. He watched as Charles Bingley, one of his friends, walked in, bowing slightly before giving him a small smile.

"Her parents have sent a carriage," He spoke to Fitzwilliam, "She'll be leaving soon, Darcy."

Fitzwilliam nodded, placing his quill back on top of his desk as he stood, walking over to the window, peering down at the carriage, "How long before she leaves?" He asked, but before he could receive an answer, he watched as you entered his vision, seemingly thanking the driver, and though reluctantly, stepping into the carriage.

Charles walked over, standing beside the man as he watched you leave. The man then glanced at his friend, observing him. The stoic look on his face, though more brooding, did not mask the sadness and pain that resided in his eyes; clearly, he cared deeply for you. Charles, and anyone else close to either of you, could have seen that. 

"You care for her," Charles spoke softly, Fitzwilliam's shoulders stiffening slightly at his words, "I believe that you might even love her, Darcy."

Fitzwilliam turned toward Charles with an odd look on his face, "What makes you say such a thing?" He asked, though he already knew the answer.

"The way you look at her, the way you speak to her," Charles paused, smiling warmly at Fitzwilliam, "There is no one else that looks at her the way you do," Fitzwilliam said nothing, turning his gaze away from the window and heading back towards his desk once your carriage was out of sight. "You should go after her." Charles said suddenly before leaving the room.

Fitzwilliam sat back down at his desk, letting out a deep sigh as he let himself slouch a little. Charle's words were ringing throughout his mind, causing him to frown deeper. He didn't know how long he sat there as he stared at the paper and his quill in front of him before he suddenly stood and grabbed his coat.

~~~

Sitting in the sitting room, book in hand, your mind could hardly focus on the words written in the book. Your thoughts were all on Fitzwilliam, all on the future, and your upcoming marriage with another man you did not love. Your mind already distracted, you snapped your head over to the study's entranceway, hearing muttering coming from down the hall. You could not make out anything, only hearing that it was two men speaking, but you furrowed your brows; hearing the muttering quiet before hearing the closing of another door. Curiosity was clawing at you but you turned back to your book, trying your hardest to get back to reading it.

But as two hours passed, having checked the clock every ten minutes or so, you began to grow restless. Shutting your book, you stared at the doorway, trying to strain your ears to hear anything, but you could not make out anything. The large estate was quiet, aside from the hustling of the servants. You looked over at the clock on the wall, about to stand to practice the piano to calm your nerves before your mother walked into the room. 

She stood, tall and poised as usual, a small smile on her face. With a small gesture, she told you to stand and follow her. And you did so, forgetting your book on the velvet loveseat and following your mother to your father's office. With a steady knock, the door opened and a small gasp left your lips. 

Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy stood beside your father, who sat at his office desk, leaned back, and with a thoughtful expression on his face. Immediately as the door opened, Fitzwilliam turned to face you, bowing respectively, as you glanced from your mother and to your father. Looking back to your long-time friend, you tilted your head to the side slightly, "Mr. Darcy, this is a surprise." You then looked to your mother and father once more, "Whatever is the matter?" You questioned.

Your father gave you a soft nod, "Please, join us." More than confused at this point - bewildered - you stepped further into the room, your mother leaving your side to stand next to your father at his desk. "Mr. Darcy here has come to inform us of something rather pressing." Your father answered finally, standing from his leather chair with a small grunt. "We shall leave you both to converse," He added as he made his way out of the room, followed by your mother.

As soon as they were gone, you turned to Fitzwilliam, "Whatever is going on, Fitzwilliam?" You asked as the man in question took a step towards you. 

And though he had a small frown on his face, his blue eyes held such vulnerability, such tenderness. "My lady," He muttered, his eyes searching yours, "I must confess that I am… Somewhat troubled." Letting out a small breath, he continued as you stared up at him, "For many years, I have found myself longing for you, and I can not seem to help but fall in love with you…" At his words, your eyes widened, and your lips parted slightly as he continued. "I have come to speak with your father about your arrangement. I can not force you to continue, nor can I force you to end it. But I can only hope that you could consider me as a potential suitor - husband rather, if that is agreeable to you."

You felt your breath hitch, your heart racing as you stared at the man you loved confessing that he had feelings for you, as well. After a moment, you managed to regain your composure, though you still remained speechless. Licking your dry lips briefly, you spoke, "It is," You breathed out. The words were barely above a whisper, and yet it seemed so loud to Fitzwilliam. He blinked rapidly, almost surprised at your response. You brushed the stray tear from your cheek, a small crawling sensation taking residence in your stomach. "I would be honored to accept your proposal, Fitzwilliam Darcy."

And though it was brief, you saw his smile before he took a step forward and hesitantly took your hand in his. The skin-on-skin contact, though usually forbidden between a gentleman and a young woman, caused butterflies to fill each of your stomachs as you both pressed your foreheads together, eyes fluttering shut. 

~~~

The sun was shining brightly today, as were the birds who were singing their songs in the tree branches, which were swaying lightly in the breeze; the light rain drizzled down from the sky. A content smile spread across your face as you leaned against the railing, overlooking the beautiful gardens that surrounded the estate. Your smile only widened as you felt a pair of arms slowly wrap around your waist, tugging you back into the warmth of Fitzwilliam's body. You hummed and rested your head upon his chest, your hands coming up to cover his. 

His arms tightened around your body, pulling you closer to him. "Good morning, my love." He spoke softly, planting a gentle kiss upon your temple. His lips moved along the soft skin of your cheek gently, causing you to shiver as goosebumps rose along your skin.

"Good morning, Fitz," You whispered in return. "I do declare that this is the most beautiful day I've ever experienced." You sighed out as he chuckled, nuzzling into your neck before pressing his lips to the skin there.

"That it is," He agreed before lifting his head and looking into your eyes. He gazed at you lovingly, brushing the hair from your face before leaning in and placing a soft kiss upon your lips. You sighed as he pulled away, allowing his forehead to rest against yours. Your fingers ran through his short hair, gently scratching his scalp as he hummed contently, enjoying the feeling.

"What is the time?" You asked, breaking the silence.

He glanced at his pocket watch, "Just past eight," He stated, giving you a fond smile, "Shall we head to breakfast?" He then suggested, earning a nod from you. Taking your hand in his, you brought it up to your lips, pressing your own kisses to his knuckles before he began to lead you from the balcony.

Behind the both of you, outside the window, just as the rain began to fade away... A rainbow slowly appeared.

#cute #fluff #slight angst #x reader #fanfiction #x female reader #fanfic #x you #x y/n #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice #pride and predjudice 2005 #mr. darcy #mr. darcy x reader #mr. darcy x female reader #fitzwilliam darcy #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #fitzwilliam darcy x female reader #fitzwilliam darcy x you #fitzwilliam darcy x y/n

[iluffyouxo]

fields || mr. darcy

Pride and Prejudice — mr. darcy x black, female oc

His pale blue eyes glistened under flickering yellow lights, his thin brown hair was drenched in sweat and clung to his forehead. He frowned down at me as he huffed out a breath. “Pyrrha Brighton,” he glowered, “What is it that you want?” Darcy clearly disapproved of something about me. But, what it was? I hadn’t the slightest clue.

I snicker, “Stop trying to intimidate me, Darcy. You’ve already called me ugly once…nothing else you say can hurt my pride further.”

He stumbles over his next words for a moment. His face flushing a dark cherry red. “I-I’ve said no such thing!” His response garners a hard eye roll from me. “You told Charles I was barely tolerable at the Summer festival.” I cross my arms. “And, technically, you insulted every woman there by calling Jane the only beautiful woman at the party.”

Darcy’s eyes widen in shock. “You—uh—you heard me?”

“Uh—yeah, I heard you,” I click my tongue, “Anyways, I didn’t come over here to argue with you.” Darcy raises an eyebrow at me. “Then, why are you here…?”

“I’m here to let you know that Caroline is on her way to yell at you.” He blinks, “About what?” I shrug, “Something about you liking someone else. In her mind you two are dating.”

“But, we never—“

“I know,” I cut him off, “You never dated. But, who is it that you like? Even Caroline won’t tell me. It must be an awful important secret.” I wiggle my eyebrows playfully.

Darcy’s blush becomes prominently darker as he averts his gaze elsewhere. “It’s…It’s nothing you need to concern yourself over, Ms. Brighton.”

I groan. “How many times have I told you to just call me Pyrrha? I’m a year older than you, not twenty.” I turn on my heel to leave the gym as I wave him goodbye with the back of my hand. “C’ya around, Darce. And good luck.”

•

Music blared in my ears as my eyes tried adjusting to the dim lighting of the room.

I lean in closer to him with a hum, taking note of his features and the imperfections of his skin. “You have freckles…since when?” I question sitting back against my seat.

Darcy only stared at me wide eyed with a light-colored blush dusting his cheeks. “Uh…umm….”

Darcy and I—along with Lizzie, Jane and Charlotte—were at the annual “Bingley Ball”. The biggest college party that started off every school year hosted at Charles and Caroline’s mansion. The twins never disappointed and seemed to outdo the previous get-together.

The blue eyed beauty loosened the tie of his tux as he visibly gulped. He seemed rather…shy and uncomfortable. “I’ve—erm—I’ve always had freckles. They’re just light and hard to see. Unlike Charles’. But, I…I don’t really like mine. They make me look weird.”

“Look weird?” I snort, “The only thing here that looks weird is me in this dress, Darce.”

Every year the party has a theme. Last year was Kpop. This year it was Disney. And, unfortunately, Lydia and Kitty found it impossibly amusing to throw me in Princess Tiana’s dress.

Darcy’s nose scrunched up doubtfully. “Says who?” He asks quite defensively. I shrug. “Well, Lydia and Kitty found it rather entertaining and Mrs. Bennet thought I looked absolutely ridiculous…and I’m not the prettiest tool in the shed.”

“First off, it’s brightest tool in the shed, Ms. Brighton,” he scoffs, “and, secondly, I…I find you rather charming in that dress.”

I raise a questioning brow. “Oh, really? Charming…? I suppose if you had said beautiful, I would’ve caught your bluff all too quickly.” Darcy cuts his eyes at me with an annoyed huff, “You speak too lowly of yourself, woman.”

“And you, sir, speak too highly,” I chuckle, “It makes things unbearably hard since I’ve sworn to loathe you for all eternity.”

He blinks. “Wait—you what?”

•

With furrowed brows and a face scrunched in concentration, he impressed even God himself with his willful piano-playing talents (despite his aunts wishes of him focusing on basketball).

A blue eyed beauty with a good taste in books and an ear for music. The only thing he wasn’t good at was singing.

Singing, of course, was my territory.

I chuckle at the memory of him trying to out wit me in our own singing competition by lip syncing a song he thought I wouldn’t know. I smile. I hadn’t laughed that hard in a very long time.

I watched as Darcy grew more intense with playing the school’s grand piano. So much so that he had yet to acknowledge my presence before him in the doorway. And I took advantage of this moment by recording it.

Darcy was very much more attractive when he wasn’t spouting insults at me. (Though, I suppose that was attractive in its own right). But, I liked him more when he was shy and blushing. Darcy felt more like William Darcy in a weird way when he was anxious and fidgety.

Come to think of it…he’s never hidden behind a stoic disposition since I’ve met him.

“Ms. Brighton?” His deep voice echoed.

I blink out of my thoughts and send him a small smile. “Hello, there, Darce; did I interrupt you?” Darcy shakes his head as he awkwardly stands up from the cushioned piano bench. “No—uh—no, you did not. I was actually finished.”

“Aw, really? I was enjoying myself,” I hum. Darcy only nods once, sharply. “Is there something you wanted?”

I lean against the doorway, “I was dared to ask you who your crush was by Caroline and Lydia, but I think Mary would rather me ask if you wanted to take a walk in the fields with me.”

“So, will you walk in the fields with me, Mr. Darcy?” His big eyes only stare at me as I turn my head back to look at him. Darcy clears his throat, taking short, hesitant strides towards me, “Only if you agree to dance with me at Georgiana’s piano residual next week.”

I hum, “Why her residual? That’s kinda weird, no?”

He smirks mischievously. “She wants a dancing duet paired with her performance. She asked me to find a partner, and you’re perfect for the job.” I sit up from the wall. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only person I’ve ever waltzed with. Now, shall we go walking?” Darcy begins to walk away as a chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“Hey! I haven’t agreed yet! Hey!” I run after him. Damn that boy’s long legs.

•

“I think…I love you, Ms. Brighton.”

Darcy was drenched from the sudden Sunday afternoon downpour. Lightening struck the ground as thunder rumbled the sky. “What?” I deadpan causing him to wince. “You love me?”

He nodded quickly with wide, expectant eyes.

Darcy looked boyish as his freckles seemed more prominent through his blush and the darkened lighting due to fearsome black clouds. I cackle slightly. “You can’t love me. You don’t even know what love is, sir.”

His brows furrowed in disbelief. “That’s preposterous! How could you possibly think that?” I cross my arms, “You have never called me by my first name, Darce. Not once.”

“What? Yes, I have.”

“Followed by my last name.”

He sighs, glancing down at his fairly large hands, and after a while he spoke again, “But, I do have feelings for you. I can’t get you out of my head, I tell you things that I don’t even tell Charles and, even if my aunt forbade it, I want to kiss you. It may not be love but, I-I care about you…more than a friend, I’m afraid.”

I look between his downcast gaze and fiddling fingers before I grab his hand and squeeze it in my own. “Well, Mr. blue eyed beauty, I guess we’re on the same page.”

“What? Really?” He gasped.

I stand on the tips of my shoes and kiss his cheek. “When I first met you, you were scolding at the dance floor in the corner of the room. If Charles hadn’t introduced us, I would’ve never known you had freckles or how cute you look with a blush. You’re shy and hesitant when it comes to letting people in but you’re kind and thoughtful. I may not feel love but, I like you, William Darcy.”

It doesn’t take long for him to kiss me.

I could tell he was inexperienced and tentative about taking the lead. So, I took the lead instead. “I like you, too, Pyrrha,” he breathed.

“How about we take another walk in the fields after it stops raining?” I grin. Darcy gives a quick nod, “Yes, I’d like that.” I peck his lips.

“Then, it’s a date, Mr. Darcy.”

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[shmaptainwrites]

Hiiiiii againnn its meee coming back to annoy you again :D

I saw you extended your accepting date until the 9th, and I know I literally just requested something, but would you be down to write a blurb for an angry love confession in the pouring rain? I'm a sucker for that cliché trope, and I love your writing so so much <3

Once again a female reader if you don't mind 😭

bestie you've freaking GOT IT and sometimes cliché tropes are the best, really who are we to judge btw i also put carl davis' pride and prejudice suite iii on repeat while writing this for ~vibes~

Pairing: Fitzwilliam Darcy x fem!Reader

Warnings: scandalous behaviour for the 1800s i guess, minor height description (shorter than Colin Firth and Matthew MacFayden, they're both like 6'2)

The Truth

Normally when the rain was pouring down from above you'd make it a point to look for cover, but what was the point in that anymore. You let the cold water from the sky envelope you, absorb into your skin, soak your clothes. If you just focused on the rain you wouldn't have to focus on anything else.

If it were just you, alone in the world perhaps that would be the case, and although it felt like it sometimes, that didn't mean you'd get peace when you wanted it.

His voice was muffled at first, but you supposed that was your own fault, too focused on other things to bring your mind to hear what he was saying, but as he approached closer you could hear him clearer.

"What are you doing?! It's pouring outside!"

You could hear the urgency in his tone, but couldn't bring yourself to feel it.

"I'm well aware of that," you called back.

"Then why in God's name are you out here?"

He was behind you now, you could tell, his voice so close you could just about feel his warm breath cut past the cold air surrounding you.

You turned around and shook your head with a slight shrug of your shoulders.

"I don't know," you admitted.

"Well come inside then," he insisted, offering an arm to you. "We'll both get sick if we stay out here any longer."

"I don't care."

"You don't care?" he frowned. "What is going on? You don't seem like yourself."

"Lying can do that to a person," you said simply and turned away.

"Lying?" you could almost hear the exasperation in his voice. "Please, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't, why would you? You don't feel the same," you mumbled to yourself.

"I really must insist you explain what is going on," he said quite firmly.

"I can't!" you shook your head and wrapped an arm around your waist, the other covering your mouth. "Please, Mr. Darcy, just...just leave me."

There was silence for a moment and you thought maybe he head left, the downpour masking the sound of his footsteps, but then a voice spoke up.

"No. I will not leave you."

"What is it you want from me?" you turned back to him again and asked angirly.

"I want the truth."

"The truth is that I love you!" you looked down at your feet, knowing you wouldn't be able to meet his gaze. "I love you and I don't think you feel the slightest ounce of that towards me."

"And what would give you that impression?" you heard the squish of wet grass and mud beneath his feet as he came closer to you. "Because if I, in any way, have made you feel like that, it must be rectified."

You finally looked up at him, tears mixed with raindrops runnig down your face.

"Fitzwilliam, please, I-I can't bear to have my heart broken," you whispered. "If this is just kindness I-I-"

You weren't given a chance to finish your sentence as he lifted your face to look up at him, his hands were warm against your cold skin and out of instinct your eyes fluttered shut, just as he pressed his lips on yours.

You gripped tightly onto his forearms, bringing him as close as you could, wishing nothing more in the world than for that moment to last forever.

When you pulled apart, his forehead still resting on your own, you let out a small breathy chuckle, letting one of your hands come up and hold his cheek.

"You never said anything," you whispered, "and with all this-this talk of suitresses...I-I thought I was being foolish."

"I must be the fool for not saying anything earlier," he lifted his head only to kiss your forehead, and bring you in for a proper embrace. It felt as if you were meant to be joined and knit together as one and it reminded you that in the end, it was always important to tell the truth.

#mimi's mini blurbs #fitzwilliam darcy #mr darcy #fitzwilliam darcy x reader #mr darcy x reader #pride and prejudice fanfic #pride and prejudice fanfiction #p&p #bbc pride and prejudice #pride and prejudice 1995 #pride and prejudice 2005 #pride and prejudice #jane austen #jane austen fanfiction

[aikatoru]

YOU

Dazai x female reader

Warnings: psychological, manipulation, mature themes, minors do not interact, flirting, mentions of oral sex, written in first person pov.

Word Count: 787 words

Dividers are by myself.

Summary:

Dazai has always been an observer, always silently watching, it’s fascinating to him.

Humans no matter where they come from are somewhat…predictable.

And just when he thought things couldn’t get more interesting, in you came.

Hello, you.

Note:

I know I kept saying that I was gonna write this and post it and I kept procrastinating but decided to just post it as it is with a possible continuation…if and only if it does well!!

Tagging: @planetoshun and @eveningatthemoviesnetwork

The sound of rain drizzling, hitting against the window panes was a soothing one when you know you’re inside and saved from the harsh cold.

Most people would argue that the rain was poetic, romantic even…I myself would say that those people are nothing more than stupid optimists. Always looking for ways to delude themselves into thinking that there’s a brighter side to everything—how exhausting.

The rain was nothing more than just water pouring down on everyone, dampening plans and ruining everyone’s day—at least those were my thoughts until the door bell chimes as it opened indicating someone had entered the rugged old bookstore…and in walks a young woman in her early twenties…one can tell that she was young from how her doe eyes look around in curious wonder, a sort of innocence that’s lost on most people nowadays…

“Ah finally some place warm!” You exclaimed closing your wet umbrella, getting the carpeted floors wet making Mr. Fukuzawa, the owner of the bookstore grimace behind the counter.

“Leave the umbrella by the door!” Croaked the old man.

“Right…” you mumbled as you leaned the umbrella by the wall right next to the door before walking over to the counter.

“Welcome to Lupin bookstore, where our books are as old as Mr. Fukuzawa over there…which is ancient if you ask me!” Mr. Fukuzawa harrumphed at the smart little introduction and I simply blow him a kiss before turning back to the young lady, “So, what can I do you for belladonna?”

You giggled with your eyebrows raised, “Oh well aren’t you the smooth talker.”

“Well one of us has to be otherwise there’d be no customers.”

“Ah yes, I see…so I’m looking for a book…” 

“Well, you’re in the right place!” 

You smiled at that before speaking again, 

“…you won’t happen to have Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen would you?” 

“Ah a Mr. Darcy fan are you?” Looking you over, you really don’t seem like the reading type…a snug top with a mini skirt and a long coat…you seem like the typical girl to go and hang out with girls your age and talk about boys.

“I’m sorry who?” You asked oh so innocently proving me right…

“Mr. Darcy? The gentleman that Elizabeth Bennet goes crazy over?” I explained only for you to seemed more confused, “…she’s the protagonist of the book…”

“Oh yes of course!” You nodded your head in mocked understanding, “Yes…well see, I haven’t actually read it…I’m hoping to get it as a present for a friend, I’m heading over to her birthday party after this.”

“Ah yes so it is universally acknowledged that one who’s invited someone to a party must be in want of a gift!” You look at me puzzled, and I smiled shaking my head, “Nevermind.”

“Would you like a first edition? Or a normal print?”

“Why do they both look so old?” Was your question that had me holding back a laugh.

“This is a used bookstore Belladonna,” I explained calmly, it’s not your fault that there’s nothing going on in your pretty little head.

“It is?” “Yes.” I nodded and that had you looking incredulously at me. “Ah damn, no offense but I was hoping to get a new one!”

I smiled, “None taken Belladonna but might I say that a first edition is far more valuable.”

“It is?” You asked with wide eyed wonder, God you were precious!

“Yes, shall I wrap it up for you?”

You nodded almost to willingly, changing your mind, “how much is it?”

“A 100 dollars,” I say as your jaw drops.

“That much?! For an old used book?!” You exclaimed in shock, “can I get a discount?”

I sucked in a breath, putting my hands on the counter and watching Mr. Fukuzawa going to the back through my periphery, he was definitely not going to be happy about this, “Tell you what…I can knock off 20 dollars IF…you give me your number.”

I watched as your cheeks turned a bashful shade of red, “Oh…I can’t give it to you…see I’ve got a boyfriend.”

“Oh what misery! Alas, for we can never be!!” Doing an over the top whip of my head back.

There was a pause until you said, “…so…can I still have the discount?”

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders, “I don’t know…what have you got to offer me?”

“I…I…could recommend this place to all my friends and family.”

I contemplated for a moment before saying that it wasn’t good enough.

“I-I could…suck you off.” Your voice going low into a whisper.

Unable to hide my reaction, the corners of my lips tilted up into a smile.

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

To be continued…

© Aikatoru - I do not give permission to plagiarize, translate or repost any of my works.

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[angel-ixily]

Beating Hearts

Pairing: Nick Nelson x Female!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Fandom: Heartstopper

Warnings: Mentions of B*n H*pe and H*rry Gr*en. But other then that it's completely friendly, cute, innocent, and fluffy.

Summary: Nick Nelson comes to you with a very serious question which escaltes into further conversation and romance.

POV: First Person

“Y/N, are you gay?”

I lifted my eyebrows in confusion, peering my head from behind my locker to look in the eyes of the Rugby star, Nick Nelson. My heart began beating so fast I swear I was having a heart attack.

I hadn't thought I was going to see Nick Nelson out of everyone on a Wednesday afternoon, but maybe today wasn't going to be as boring as I had originally thought.

“Am I what?” I asked. I stared at him, my lips slightly open and my face lifting into a mix of confusion and shock. I didn’t think I had heard him correctly.

Nick's face flushed and his cheeks shown with a light blush on them before he repeated the question. “Are you gay?”

I looked back into my locker which had been decorated with photos of my friends and I. Tara and Darcy’s photos just happily gazing back at me.

Thinking of Tara and Darcy made me think about our school, Higgs. Thinking of Higgs made me wonder as to how the hell Nick Nelson got into the school mid-day.

“Okay I’ll answer your question but first you have to answer mine.” I ordered him. He opened his lips but nothing came out. I lifted an eyebrow and he just nodded.

“I… okay shoot.” He said. I looked around to check if anyone was in the hallway. I closed my locker and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the corner behind the stairwell. He looked confused.

“How in the hell did you get into Higgs without a teacher seeing you? Mrs. Strasser has the eyes of an eagle! How did you not get caught?” I asked him in a hushed tone, pulling him closer so he was completely out of sight from any teacher or student.

“I just walked in. I needed to talk to you and we’re on our lunch hour so I just wanted to ask. I didn’t know we had separate lunches and I just thought you’d be at lunch too.” He said quickly. I nodded and looked up at the stairwell, hoping nobody would decide at this moment to come down. It would also be awkward for someone to come down and see me talking to Nick Nelson. A boy. Under the stairwell. That would be suspicious. “But don’t worry! Nobody saw me. At least, I don’t think anybody did.” He excused. I looked from the stairway and into his eyes. His resting face looked as if he were concerned or even pouting.

A smile threatened my lips.

“Not to be weird, but has anyone told you that you look like a Golden Retriever?” I asked. His eyes widened and a small smile appeared on his face.

“Yes, Y/N. You tell me every day.” He said as he scoffed in amusement. “And I know you meant to be totally weird.” He put his hands in his pockets and shuffled his feet around a little bit. With how popular he was at Truham and at Higgs, I thought it was funny how awkward he could be.

“Oh for sure. Totally. I really wonder how you saw through that, Nelson. I wanted to make you as uncomfortable as possible. Yeah.” I agreed with him sarcastically. He nodded anxiously.

We stood in an awkward silence for a moment before he spoke. “You uh… never answered my question.” He muttered out. I looked up at him innocently.

“I’m sorry, what was your question?” I asked him. I remembered what his question was. And I knew the answer.

“Uh…” he looked around as if someone would mysteriously appear out of nowhere. He leaned down closer to me. “Are you… are you gay?” He asked me quietly. I pressed my lips into a thin line. I tore my gaze away from his and looked towards the left.

“Is Harry making you ask this question? Did Harry or even Ben put you up to this to find some massive tea on me? Harry and I dated forever ago. It doesn’t matter anymore. Tell him to leave me al-”

Nick put his hands up in defense. “No! No. Harry doesn’t even know I’m here. This is just me asking. I’m really curious. I have a good friend who’s gay and I just want to know some things about it.” He quickly said. I smiled. This was such a Nicholas Nelson thing to do.

“Uh huh… okay… and are you interested in said friend?” I asked. His eyes widened and his face fell. I could tell he was trying to hide it, but I saw a small blush creeping its way across his cheeks. He didn’t answer the question. A smile spread on my face.

“Oh, you are!” I loudly whispered. He shushed me. I kept a smile on my face, though my beating heart began hurting. A nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach started forming but I just ignored it. What did it matter anyways?

“I don’t know if I am… okay? I really don’t know. I just met him and I thought he was cute and we’ve been hanging out a lot but I don’t know.” He paused for a moment, running a hand through his hair. He seemed to be in distress, and it made me sad to see how confused he was. I wished I could give him an answer, however, I knew this was something he had to figure out on his own. Of course I’d be around to help, though. He began speaking again. “But to be honest with you, I also like this girl and I’m just really really confused and scared as to everything.” He blurted. I bit my lip, nodding my head slowly.

“That’s really something. And I thought today was going to be boring,” I smirked and began walking to my locker. When I had gotten there I had seen that Nick had followed me.

“You are a Golden Retriever! But I’m gonna put the rest of my stuff in my locker. I have Maths this period so it’s going to be depressing anyway.” I informed him, beginning to put my Calculus book in my locker.

“I… I’m sorry? What?” He asked. He looked even more confused than before. I felt really bad.

“Oh sorry. We’re going to sneak out of the school and go somewhere quieter so we can talk about this in an easier setting. I don’t want you getting overwhelmed.” I explained further. The smile on his face was the most relieved I had ever seen him. I hoped he wasn’t expecting me to be mad or upset about his confusion on sexuality.

I grabbed my jacket and together we began walking out the glass doors at the end of the corridor. We were careful to not let anyone see us leaving the premises at all. Once we were far away enough, we began to walk at a more relaxed pace.

"So when did you start questioning?" I asked him. I made sure not to include 'sexuality' in there just in case he was uncomfortable with me saying that in public.

He looked down at me, his lips pursed. "I guess it's been recently. We hung out at his house, and I felt something just...sparking, you know?" He explained. I thought for a moment and shook my head. He scoffed.

"I forgot that you were a sociopath." He joked. I smiled. Last year when he and I had met, Harry had began telling everyone that I was a sociopath just because I had broken up with him when we were 13. We only dated 2 months.

"How do you forget such crucial information about me, Nelson? Like geez!" We both laughed. I always liked how I could joke around with Nick without feeling like I was being rude. He was so easy and took most things with a grain of salt. I guess that's why it stung a little when he told me that he liked a guy. That reminded me of another question.

"So Nick, what about this guy? You like 2 people, tell me about this one. How long have you liked him?" I asked him politely. Another blush creeped onto his face. Or maybe he had just had a permanent blush. His cheeks were always rosy, and it was something I admired about him. It made him look even more innocent than he was.

"Um..I...He's... Well..." I watched in amusement as he tried to explain the guy. However, the pain in my heart came back. I took a breath, wishing it away. It didn't.

"Take your time Nick. You don't have to explain it to me if you don't want to." I added.

"No I want to." He blurted loudly. My eyes widened a little bit but I just waved it off.

"He's...cute and he's funny. He's also, and not to misgender him, pretty. Being with him is so fun and he warms my heart a lot. He makes me feel like I matter. But at the same time..." He didn't finish his sentence. He just left it for me to interpret but thank GOD I'm a dumbass and I can't understand anything for open interpretation.

“At the same time… what?” I asked him. I could see his breath hitch. He glanced down at me before he looked to his feet.

“At the same time… there’s that girl… I’ve liked her for a long time, now. That’s why it confused me when I felt this way towards this boy. She’s beautiful and really kind. She always puts my feelings before hers, even if she jokes around with me a lot. She never takes my feelings with a grain of salt, but she takes them into consideration. She’s so cool.” He looked as if he was going to say more but he didn’t.

The pain returned and got caught into my throat, which was now dry. I tried pushing down the lump. I wish I brought water with me. It was quiet for a moment but not on purpose. It was just me trying to be able to speak without sounding stupid. Finally I had the strength to ask another question.

“So do I know her?” I asked him. He seemed lost in thought for a moment.

“I mean..." He paused another moment before he decided his true answer. His eyebrows furrowed. "Yeah, you do." He declared. I blinked in confusion, and bit my lip again.

It couldn't be Tara? Right?

I almost felt bad for the boy. He didn't know that Tara was in a relationship with Darcy. Barely anybody had known. Hell, I had only found out because Darcy was showing me a funny photo, laughed too hard at it, and accidentally swiped left to show a photo of her and Tara kissing. What a great thing to have in your camera roll right next to a funny picture.

"You don't mean Tara, right?” I asked him. I was asking a lot of questions today. We stopped walking at a crosswalk. I pressed a button on the side of the road. We waited for the signal to go.

"Tara and I kissed once when we were 13. That doesn't mean that I'm forever inevitably in love with her. Besides, the crush I had on her subsided a long, long time ago" He disclosed. I inhaled a breath, wondering who else he had known from Higgs. Despite his popularity, he didn't talk to many girls. At all. Nick Nelson's love life didn't seem to exist until now.

I knew he was friends with Imogen, who was pretty friendly. She and I got along pretty well. We were really good friends. She also had the biggest crush on Nick which she made very clear to many people. I'm glad she never found out about my crush on him.

The signal on the opposing street turned green and we began to walk.

I'd like to add. MINOR crush on Nicholas Nelson. MINOR. Nothing bigger than that. After Harry and I dated when we were 13, I decided that boys weren't worth my time. Until I met Nick...that was..

Thinking of Nick, he broke me out my thoughts.

"And before you say anything about Imogen, no I don't like her. We're good friends but that's all that it's ever going to be. She's a wonderful girl, but not my type of girl." My heart turned to some relief and the lump in my throat was gone.

"Or guy." I added, smirking at him. He looked down at me, a blush and a big smile on his face.

"Oh, shut up!" He scolded.

"Hey, I'm just stating the obvious," I put my hands up in defense, giggling. He chuckled at my gesture. I put my hands down. "Speaking of obvious. I have made up my diagnosis for you." I announced in a fancy way. He looked down at me, a small smile on his face.

"Oh yeah? And what's your diagnosis, doctor?" he asked. His brown eyes looked warm and kind. Most brown eyes were intense and earthy. His reminded me of sitting by the fireplace with a nice cup of coffee or tea on an Autumn Day, snuggled in a blanket. They reminded me of the sun too, for some reason. Especially when he smiled.

It felt like time was slowing as we stared at each other. His pupils were dilated. He faced me completely as if I were the only important thing in the world at this point.

I guess that's when I knew who his girl crush was. My face fell slightly, and I looked away, blushing. Never in my life had I thought that Nicholas Nelson would like me in any sort of way other than platonically.

"I uh... you're...you..." I stuttered for a bit and his smile grew larger. I ignored it for a moment, trying to rid of my blush. I took a few breaths. Once I had gained my confidence back, I stared at him.

"How dare you scoff at me while I'm trying to give you the knowledge that you desire oh so much. Very rude, sir." I sassed. He nodded respectfully.

"Well, I'm sooo sorry for disrupting your stuttering diagnosis. Go on, please. Be my guest!" He sarcastically apologized. I smiled kindly and nodded.

Now that I think about it. I nod a lot.

"And maybe I will go on." I cleared my throat dramatically. "I diagnose you with Bisexuality." Nick hummed. He made a tsking sound and then spoke.

"I knew that's what you'd say. I did some research last night.” He began rubbing his neck. “I may have took a few quizzes as well, but I just...I wanted to know if it was obvious that I was or not." He looked at his shoes. He didn't look disappointed or upset about it. He just looked really lost in thought. The confusion radiated off of him.

My face fell and I placed a hand on his shoulder, he stopped walking and faced me, still looking at the ground. "Hey, I promise it's okay. Figuring this stuff out is really confusing and tiring. It gives you a lost and weird feeling like you don't know who you are. It's not a bad thing to question your sexuality, though. If anything, I think it's completely healthy. And at the end of the day, you're Nick Nelson. And if one day you decide you don't want to be Nick Nelson anymore, that's okay too. And if nobody else is, I'll be here with you every step of the way. I swear I will be." It took him a moment, but he looked down at me with tears in his eyes. Just the sight of that made me want to cry.

"Oh Nick..." I mumbled. I pulled him into a hug. He just hugged back, silently sobbing into my shoulder. We stood on the side of the sidewalk for a while, him crying and me comforting him.

He was the one who pulled away first. His eyes were puffy and red, his lip slightly quivering. The rose color of his cheeks had spread across his face. I frowned. Seeing Nick sad was like seeing the world end.

It hurt me on a level you may or may not know.

He just stared at me for a moment, as if he was taking me in. That, or he was silently thanking me. It could have been both, though. Like I said before, I was a dumbass.

Just as Nick was going to speak, it began raining. He closed his eyes, pressing his lips into a straight line. He made another tsk sound.

He didn't speak but grabbed my hand and led me down the sidewalk a little ways more. We came to an alley, and he led me in. I hoped this entire thing wasn't just a plan to lure me into an alley for Harry to be there.

Nick would never do that, though. And he didn't do that. I was just overthinking.

He stopped near the middle of the alleyway where a long plastic black sheet was covering the top. We stared at each other a moment longer, and as if we were on perfect sync, we both laughed.

"I really have to start checking the weather." He admitted. I nodded, continuing to laugh. I looked down and saw our hands still conjoined. Nick had noticed too, but just tightened the grip. He stepped forward, closing a little more of the gap between us. He grabbed my other hand.

"I know this is really weird and completely out of nowhere. And I know I've just cried to you about my feelings...but I've been meaning to tell you something for a really long time." He started. My heart began to beat extremely fast. From the look in his eyes, he didn't know where to start. He let out an amused scoff and began to speak his truth.

"When you began dating Harry, I knew you were too good for him. I didn't really know you at that time, but people had told me how nice and kind you were. I have this very small memory of you crying about a worm that Harry had stepped on on purpose. I think that's why you broke up with him. He's always been an asshole. And he was always an asshole to you. He didn't deserve you. And the more time I spent with you, I realized that I didn't deserve you. You're amazing in every way. You're caring, wise, smart, empathetic. And you're really cool. Way too cool for me. But despite that coolness that overwhelms you, I could never shake my feelings for you. I still can't. Y/N you're that girl. You've always been that girl. And if you don't reciprocate my feelings because of your ultimate coolness, I understand. But if you do, I'll....I don't know, but I'll do something. But I promise I won't step on a worm." He stopped talking, inhaling many deep and long breaths. He hadn't breathed that entire time he told me about how he felt. My head couldn't wrap around the thought that Nick Nelson had liked me. I mean...I knew about it, but I hadn’t though about how 10 minutes after I found out, he’d pour his heart out to me.

His heart was pounding. I could make that very clear from the way his chest was moving up and down. His face fell. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have-"

I pressed my lips to his. I don't regret it...but after doing it, I wanted that to be put on a 'Y/N's -4,000,000 IQ moments. (Cringe compilation) (ULTIMATE cringe) (NOT Clickbait)’ YouTube videos.

He kissed me back. He wasn't forceful or harsh. He was gentle and soft. He let go of my hands and wrapped them around my back, pulling me slightly closer. My hands went to cup his face.

No matter how much I didn't want to, I pulled away. My face was still very close to his, our noses barely touching. "Nick Nelson...I'm about to make so many women angry. But in every way possible, I reciprocate your feelings. In every single way. You're sweet and kind and gentle and you're," I paused for a moment. "...The only way to describe you is Nick Nelson because there are no words in the dictionary to describe such a beautiful person as you. You're inexplainable and that's just who you are. Of course, I like you. No matter the sexuality, the gender, the personality. I like Nick Nelson." I muttered loud enough for him to hear. He smiled softly and without saying anything, he pressed his lips onto mine again. My hands fell to his neck.

When he pulled away, the smile that was on his lips was so wide, I could feel my heart pounding harder against my chest. "You never answered my question." He mentioned. I looked down and chuckled. I looked back up to him after a second.

"Do I have to answer it?" I asked him. He kissed my forehead.

"No. You don't."

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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)

Read chapter 32 here/ Series Masterlist

Chapter 33

Summary : A horrible nightmare fuels your insecurities yet again. Loki thinks he has the perfect solution but his plan is interrupted by the news of Mrs Geller's accident.

Trigger Warning: 18+, foursome (but not in the kinky manner) , HUGE Canon divergence (Just me making shit up), Dalia, Reader needs to seek professional help for her trust issues, topics dealing with cheating and falling out of love, timey wimey stuff again (yeah I didn't forget about the main plot you guys)

Note : This chapter was the most personal and pretty difficult to write but it was important for her growth.

You could hear the sound of his moans coming from his room and your heart clenched, why was he moaning that way? You weren't there with him then who was making him feel that way? You trusted him, you really wanted to believe that he won't hurt you like that but then you heard a woman's cry of pleasure and your heart stopped. You slowly opened the door to his room and found him on the bed, all bare, and he wasn't alone, and he wasn't with just one woman either.

There was Dalia in front of him, sucking his cock and making him emit those noises that you thought only you owned, your eyes welled up as you glanced at his face, you recognised that look, he was enjoying it you could tell.

"Tell me..did she ever please you like this?" Dalia asked him so he snickered, his chest was heaving in a hypnotic rhythm, you wanted to hate him , he was breaking your heart so cruelly but you couldn't stop admiring his beautiful features, he was yours, he promised to be yours then what happened? You always feared you weren't enough and all your fears had come true to life.

"Never, she couldn't please a man to save her life. She doesn't compare to you, any of you, she's beneath me and all my darlings over here, she truly means nothing to me now"

The words cut you deeply and you gasped as you could hear the sound of your own heart breaking over and over again. He looked at you finally and instead of showing the signs of feeling remorse or pity even he smiled, he felt happy as if he was free to do whatever he desired now. He turned his head and kissed Darcy, then he turned to the other side and kissed Atrishia, they all clung around his body like snakes as he pleased them just the way they wanted.

"I thought you loved me lo…why are you doing this to me?" You screamed at him, the world around you started to spin and your chest felt constricted, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't take the betrayal, he was your best friend, how could he do this to you?

"You burdened me and you bored me to death y/n, now fucking get out of here"

He spat venomously and you wanted to run away but your feet felt stuck, your body was paralyzed, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't breathe at all.....

Loud sound of the alarm made you wake up suddenly, you looked at the ceiling but your brain felt deprived of the oxygen, you felt as if you were holding on to your breath for too long. You took a deep breath as you sat up and that's when the dam broke and you burst into a fit of cries, the vivid dream was still a fresh in your head.

You could see it clearly, your Loki with those women, the cruel words that he spoke to you the way he put you down in front of them, it was just a nightmare and that made you feel slightly better but it was still the worst you had ever felt after a nightmare. What if those nightmares were to come true the way your dreams did in the previous timeline?

Once your breathing had leveled you looked at the clock and it was 3:30 already, you barely had gotten any sleep and the way you have been obsessing over the female attention he had around him you knew something like this was bound to happen.

How much reassurance did you need from him? You sighed as you pondered over the thought and got off the bed to get ready. Once you were dressed up for the day you ran to the kitchen the tower had on every floor and made yourself a cup of coffee as well as brewed black tea for Loki since none of the cafes were open and kitchen staff wasn't at work either this early in the morning.

By the time you reached Loki's room it was 4:30 already and he was getting prepped for the early morning appearance at the news channel. Thankfully Dalia wasn't there for once and you didn't want to see her face first thing after that nightmare

His makeup was already done and hair was slicked back neatly, his stylist Riva was putting the coat on him when you entered, the only reason Riva didn't intimidate you was because she was a lesbian. You felt pathetic.

"Good morning darling" he smiled as he looked at you but just by looking at your face he could tell you weren't feeling good, perhaps you didn't sleep well after Tony's birthday party. He really needed to spend a night with you, not just for you but his own peace of mind.

"Good morning sir..i brought your tea" you said as you kept the cup on his dresser.

"Thank you sweet Lady, sleep alright?" You nodded as he said that but he could read your lies. As Riva got a phone call she excused herself and made her way out of the room.

You were standing a few feet away from him as you supported your side against the closet so he tilted his head and looked at you up and down, thoroughly checking you out, a simple pair of jeans and shirt, you barely had any makeup on and even with your puffed up sleep deprived face his heart fluttered at the sight of you. To know that you belonged to him completely would never not make his heart soar and cock uncomfortable at all times.

"Come here" he said to you softly so you looked around,

"Somebody will come lo" you answered him so he walked towards you instead and cupped your cheeks to kiss you, as his lips met with yours the fear you had from the nightmare slowly started to chip away for a moment. It was just a nightmare, he'd never be so cruel to you. The feeling of relief didn't last though.

"Are you well? You can stay here if you wish to, I will talk to Dalia" he said to you so you shook your head.

"I'll do my job"

"It is my job to take care of you"

"I told you don't worry about my work.. besides I want to get the fuck out of this tower" he sighed as you said that and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"Loki?" You called out his name so he hummed in response "Can you…promise me something?"

"Anything my love" he smiled, his thumb caressing your cheek before he placed them under your eye to reduce some of that puffiness with his cold touch.

"If someday, you find someone that.." you hesitated to speak your thoughts, all of a sudden your words felt stupid, your insecurities felt unwarranted. He had done nothing wrong to you.

"Someone what?" He asked firmly so you looked down.

"That makes you feel something for them, promise me that you'll tell me before you do something, promise me you'll not keep me in dark or hurt me behind my back" As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted them completely. His eyes teared up as he registered the meaning behind these words, you thought someday he'd stray away from you and cheat on you?

"I promise" he said as he took a few steps behind, tears rolled down his cheek so he wiped them away quickly. No you didn't need his promise, you wanted him to tell you that he'd never even think of doing that to you, that he'd never find someone else but he promised you instead.

You wanted to play victim and say something but as you looked at his face you realized that he wasn't trying to spite you by giving you what you asked him for, he was just hurt, deeply hurt that you'd even insinuate that. He had no intentions of ever letting you go, he thought he had made it clear with his actions but he didn't blame you either for feeling this way.

It still hurt though, the way you seemed so terrified as you asked him to promise you that he'll tell you before he cheats on you was haunting him. He wished there was a spell he could have used to rid of these insecurities you had but he knew there were no spells or potions to heal those emotional scars.

Before you could say anything the room was bustling again as Dalia arrived with the whole team, you wanted to run to him and hug him, tell him that you just wanted him to reassure you again but you felt helpless at the moment. It felt too much.

Until now Loki hadn't really done anything outside of this tower, they came to him here for every interview, press conference and photoshoots, he wasn't allowed to go out except for those missions he went on to so this national appearance was a big deal, you wanted to go with him, you were his assistant after all and you desperately needed to leave the tower but Dalia told you that you won't be required as she'll be present there. You didn't argue with her either, Loki had already left for the studio and you were supposed to go with Dalia in a different vehicle but she denied you. You turned around and made your way to your room.

As soon as Loki realised you weren't there with him he texted you immediately

His message made you feel worse, you didn't enjoy this, not at all, but at times it felt inevitable.

In the previous timeline Dalia never fell for Loki, so why did this happen this time? There were so many things different this time, you couldn't help but wonder if you were the reason for it, perhaps things weren't meant to be like this. Perhaps you had messed with fate's original plan and it was going to come back and bite you sooner or later.

Loki put the phone in his pocket, his eyes were moist, he really wanted you to be here, he knew how stressed you had been at the tower and he wanted you to come out and be with him here.

As Dalia approached him he immediately composed himself and turned to her,

"Where's my assistant?" He asked her and she shrugged as if she didn't care about the question which she probably didn't.

"What?"

"Y/n…My …assistant..where is she?" He asked her a bit more sternly this time.

"She wasn't needed here" she answered shamelessly,

"You are not to decide when I need her and when I don't, the next time you dare interfere in my matters i give you my word Dalia, I will make your life a living hel on midgard..you hear me?" She looked terrified as he said that.

"I uhhh…" her lips trembled and eyes teared up but she didn't say a word and he didn't feel bad about her reaction at all, he knew he was coming across as very suspicious right now but he had lost his cool completely, the little altercation he had with you was already enough as it was and not having you here wasn't something you both needed today.

"I asked an intelligible question. Do you hear me…or not?" He glared at her again so she nodded furiously.

"Yes Loki i understand"

It was really hard for him to stay smiley and cheerful for the interview but he knew he had to fake it. He really wanted to go back to the tower and talk to you, at times he really wished he could have told everyone who you were to him and what you meant to him but what had happened to Melissa the last time had solidified that fear he had regarding your safety, if something was to happen and god forbid he fails to protect you then he knew for sure that he'd never be able to move on from losing you..

After the interview the whole team had to leave for yet another mission so he called you as soon as he was alone but you didn't pick up and that annoyed him even further. However he realised how tired you seemed and If you were sleeping then he didn't want to bother you again so he sent a voicemail instead.

A few hours later when you woke up you immediately looked at the time and it was late in the noon, you had been so sleep deprived that you dozed out like a baby. You were going to call Loki but you already had a voice note from him so you opened it.

Hello darling..i uhh

He took a deep breath before he spoke again

Interview went well, I'm not sure if you watched it, perhaps you are asleep because you didn't receive my call..i hope that is the reason and I'm not being ignored here

He chuckled nervously and you felt your heart breaking slightly, what were you doing with him? He didn't deserve to feel that way, he needed you but this constant insecurities you had always created a tiff between you two.

Anyways i uhh.. I'm going to go for yet another Avengers matter so I will see you at night Princess, I Love You.

The voicemail ended and you just wanted to cry again because you didn't know why you always did this whenever he was going to do something dangerous, you really needed help, you had to do something before you cause more problems between Loki and yourself.

Your whole day went by anxiously, when Loki wasn't there you had to be on Dalia's call at all times, the pay was good and you had never felt so compensated before so you didn't want to complain much.

During lunch hour you met Pepper and Jane in the dining area so you all could eat together. Jane really wanted to get to know you both while she was here. A year ago, if someone had told you that you'd be having lunch with the CEO of Stark Industries, you would have slapped that person for making such a joke.

"Where's Darcy?" You asked Jane even though she was also one of the last people you wanted to see after that horrible nightmare.

"Ahhh she's out exploring NYC, she has a few people she knows here" you nodded as Jane said that.

"So y/n how's it going with Loki?" Pepper smirked so you shook your head.

"Nothing is going on" you said to her but she kept smiling,

"I know..I know..been there, done that"

Well Paprika didn't know shit.

"Ummm can I ask you a question? I mean it's not something I want.. Loki is not my type really but ..I'm. Just curious " you said to her so she nodded.

"Well i always read about Tony and how uhh he ummm you know..women..and "

"His Playboy image??" She finished your words and you were thankful for that.

"Yeahhhh how did you deal with that? I mean he still gets the constant attention from women and it must be hard right? I think I can ask the same question to you Janey"

"Do you have a nickname for me? I love you already'" You bit on your cheeks as she said that, It slipped out of your mouth.

"To answer your question well I don't really think about it much, I mean I trust Thor and we have a connection since we met, it's different with him, I feel different with him, I just know he won't hurt me like that" Jane smiled as she answered your question.

"Ditto" Pepper said as she munched on her salad.

Oh to be this secure, how that must feel?

"Are you bothered by the attention Loki is getting from his ..admirers?" Pepper smirked again so you shrugged in response.

"Why would I be bothered by that? He's not my boyfriend or anything really"

"But you really want him don't you" Jane said so you glared at her before you finally smiled.

You liked having friends, you liked having people around you that weren't out to hurt you, and you had the best of them all with you, your Loki, so why was it so hard to remember what you had with him as soon as he was out of your sight?

Around ten at night you showered and got in bed but you couldn't sleep because Loki would come back soon, he had texted you already.

You felt so overly anxious, you just wanted him to come back so you could hold him and apologize for your behavior and what you had said to him, you'd have been extremely offended if it was Loki who had said something like that to you. Don't give shit you'd not take, you always wanted to live by that policy.

A few minutes later you saw a green shimmer appear in the middle of your room and there he was. The precious love of your life.

He had just showered and had no shirt on- offensive. His hair was wet and he was dripping still, reminded you of the first day you had met him.

You sat up on the bed as he walked towards you,

"Lie down, I'm going straight for the snuggles, is that alright?" He asked so you smiled and opened your arms for him. He quickly crawled into the bed and placed his head down on your chest, his body resting right next to yours.

You caressed his wet scalp and sighed, that's all you needed in that moment, you didn't think you could have gone longer without him by your side.

"Did you get hurt badly?" You asked him and he noticed the tremble in your voice so he smiled and looked up, his lips latched on your forehead before he trailed down and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I am all perfect darling, I need you to talk to me about the incident this morning" he said to you as he tucked your unruly hair behind your ears and ran his fingers through your scalp.

"I had an awful dream" his brows furrowed as you said that.

"What did you see?" He noticed the tears bubbling so as soon as they rolled down the corner of your eyes he wiped them away

"It was horrible.." you sniffled, you didn't even want to recall it "It was about you, you were in bed with Dalia, Darcy and Atrishia, all at once, doing bad things and you said awful words about me"

His eyes welled up too as you said that, no wonder you seemed so terrified and asked him to promise you something so ridiculous.

"I did that huh?" He asked before he leaned in to kiss you softly.

"I know it's not right or fair to you that I allowed a dream to ruin my mood and my thoughts about you but it's not just the dream..it's just how I feel all the time..i feel like someday you'll find someone else that will catch your eyes and then your heart, there are women out there in the world that would suit you better and I know that and it bothers me so much because I think you'll leave me all alone like everyone else did"

By the time you were done speaking you were sobbing uncontrollably so one of his arms went under your waist and he pulled you in a warm embrace as he sat up taking you along with him, he held you like a baby and allowed you to let it all out, holding it in was doing you no good, he knew that at the very least.

"It's okay sweetheart, it's okay..let it out, i am right here" he kissed your neck softly as he spoke, after what felt like hours you finally pulled away to look at him,

"I have felt loved by many people before lo, they told me they'd always be there but do you see anyone by my side? They all left as soon as they found something better, something they thought they deserved, i was just a service stop they used when they needed me, never the destination" you hiccuped as you said that and all he wanted to do was make it all stop, he wanted you to stop living in such a fear and he wanted these insecurities to stop hurting you like that

"I don't want to be a stop..I want to be your destination lo"

Tears rolled down his eyes as you said that. He cupped your cheeks and placed his head down on yours, for a few moments he didn't say anything but then he finally spoke.

"You're my only destination, you're my only hope, my only way, my only home. The moment I met you I found myself having a moment of peace, do you have any clue how long I have been searching for that feeling?" You shook your head as he said that but the tears didn't stop coming.

"A thousand years darling, sure i lived lavishly and had nothing to be ungrateful for but at nights when I finally laid down in my bed all alone, i felt restless, I felt hollow as if i was missing a piece of me, and you weren't even here, you didn't even exist back then" your arms wrapped around his neck as he said that.

Why couldn't you just remember his words when you needed to remember them? In moments of insecurity why couldn't you just remind yourself what you meant to him? Why did you always allow your past to ruin your present as well as your future?

You had to let go and you had to heal, you had to seek help.

You wanted to hold that thought but then he said something that almost made you want to pass out because of the whirlpool of emotions that were raging inside you.

"Marry me my little darling"

You pulled away from him, a gasp escaped your throat as he said that.

"What?"

"Marry me love, let me show you that I am here with you, by your side, for life, forever" you gulped as he said that, of all the ways you imagined how this moment would be like, this wasn't the one of them.

"Are you being serious right now?"

He smiled and waved his fingers, then there was a ring that he was holding between his fingers, it wasn't an actual ring made from jewels but something he had just made.

"If you say yes to me we will get wedded in the traditions of pure Asgardian customs, right this very moment my love" you looked at him awestruck as he said that, he wasn't messing with you.. "Then tomorrow we can go and marry each other again as per the requirements of your Midgardian laws"

"Lokii–" he cut you off as you said his name.

"You're the only one for me, now and forever, so why the delay?" He mumbled against your lips before he kissed you deeply, when he pulled away you were breathless and you knew what you wanted to do.

"Okay..okay I'll marry you baby, let's get married" he smiled and slipped the ring on your finger and then he kissed you again, as passionately as he could.

You couldn't believe this was happening, you felt terrified but you felt excited too.

However your happiness didn't last long because an impending call was awaiting you, destroying the momentarily joy you had felt just now. You heard the Frantic voice of your mother on the phone and your gut sank immediately. Mrs Geller was in the hospital after a drunk driver had hit her while she was going home after a grocery trip. She was in a coma and she was struggling with her life.

You didn't know why this was happening but you had a feeling it had something to do with you and Loki.

You had changed your fate but it didn't just affect you, it affected everyone around you. In the correct path of journey, the one that you were meant to take, the one where you were supposed to marry Strange and find Loki years later, in that journey things would have been different.

Unbeknownst to you if you hadn't messed with your destined journey then on the same day as today Mrs Geller would go for the grocery shopping but you had tagged along with her, while walking back home she was almost hit by a drunk driver but you grabbed her arm and pulled her towards you thus saving her from getting hurt in this accident, but since you decided to alter your path you weren't there to save her life.

You weren't where you were supposed to be. You had messed with the time and it was its turn now.

🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲

Note : Every action has a consequence you all. Also as pure as his proposal was, she was marrying him for the wrong reasons, she needs to reflect on that.

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[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Runnin' Roughshod"

Pairing: Bucky x black female Reader

Rated: Explicit

Tags: civil war, westward expansion, homesteader Bucky, Black!Fem!Reader, slavery, historic AU, forbidden romance, interracial relationship, racism, period typical attitudes, brothel, prostitution

A Bucky x Black!fem!Reader historical AU fic that I decided to bullet point for funsies, and then wound up writing half of the damn thing that way 🙄

You're a slave living in 1860 Missouri, just outside of St. Louis.

You're the property of (and half-sister to) Master Lewis. Lucky for you, Master Lewis Senior is dead, and Lewis Jr.'s young bride Darcilla is kind and agreeable, with progressive notions that she brought along with her trousseau when she came from Maryland to wed Master Lewis.

Life is very good for you, compared to some others. You work in the house, as lady's maid to the new Mrs. Lewis (who insists you call her Ms. Darcy), and sometimes help in the shop in town.

The Lewis's own a handful of other slaves who help run their household and dressmaker's shop, but since the death of your mother you've had no family (well, except for Master Lewis, though nobody counts that). You do your work and keep to yourself. Sometimes you make a little money at the dress shop, which Mistress Darcy lets you keep behind her husband's back.

You save up every penny, but buying your own freedom is a far off dream. Your whole life, you've never seriously contemplated running away. It isn't worth the risk.

But when tensions in the county begin to rise and you hear rumors of secession, you grow worried. You begin to squirrel away what valuables you can, gain the trust of your mistress, and bide your time.

With the uncertainty of war brewing, Master Lewis announces his plans to move the family deeper south. You can no longer afford to wait. You have to get out now, before your one and only chance is lost forever.

Your money gets you as far as Topeka, where you're forced to stop until you can earn enough to join a wagon train out West. You find work at a saloon, serving drinks and making flirty conversation with the men who come in for a good time.

In the mornings, you begin to learn the piano from "Old Freddie," and during the occasional slow afternoon, Madame Lapierre, the French woman who governs the "upstairs" girls, will play a game of chess with you whilst she tries to make headway in convincing you to "expand your employment opportunities."

Topeka is Free-Soiler territory, but there's always the fear that Master Lewis might find you. And, on the verge of statehood, the Kansas territory has tipped into increasingly violent conflict between anti- and pro-slavery settlers. With conditions worsening and all out war looming on the horizon, you have no guarantee of safety there anymore.

Desperate to raise the funds to go West more quickly, you tell Madame that you're ready to start selling more than drinks and conversation. You become her newest "poppet" prepared to do whatever it takes to get out of town before your luck - and your freedom - run out.

You've never been with a man, but you know the rudimentary facts of life, and with a little help from the other girls and Madame, you prepare to become just another "sporting girl."

Your first afternoon on the job, a roughshod rider comes into town, seeking lodging, drink, and the sort of "company" that you're there to provide.

The white girls get first dibs on clients, but the roughshod asks for you to be sent up to his room. You wish he wouldn't have. Not because you want to put off the inevitable, but because now the other girls will be nasty to you. The man is handsome, and the girls were all eager to get their hands in his pockets.

You're shaking in your boots, but Madame gives you a shot of whiskey, a spritz of her genuine French perfume, and a tiny pewter snuff case for "wetting the way," (whatever that means). She tells you to put it in your bosom and use it "when the time is right."

Terrified but determined to see it through, you head upstairs to the roughshod's room.

It does not go as you expect. First, he demands to know if you're working there of your own free will. You admit that he is your very first client - which you regret doing, because his face goes even stonier when you do. He barks out orders at you, insisting that you leave the room at once and fetch him the house's tub.

He wants a bath - a hot one! - and with soap, and a towel!! You're very happy about that, because it costs a whole sixty-five cents more, and it will also mean extra time spent with you, which leaves you with even more money in your pocket at the end of the day. You're still nervous, but elated at the luck you're having on your very first client!

The other girls are stewing in the hall with jealously and make snide comments about your race and the man's preference for you. They refuse to help you prepare the bath, but you don't care one lick. That's just more time the roughshod will be paying to spend with you, while you haul bucket after bucket of boiled water up the stairs.

Madame catches you in the hallway and tells you not to mind the other girls. She's a bit drunk on sherry, and she jokes that at this rate, you'll probably only have to spread your legs for two or three minutes! (God, you hope so).

The man is filthy, and he's hurt - as though he's been in a fight or fallen from his horse. He asks you to help bathe him, and you get started with your heart in your throat. His manners are as rough as he is, but he isn't mean to you, and he doesn't try to grab you, which is a relief. With shaking hands, you proceed to wash him.

This is your first time touching a naked man's body, and you try not to look down into the bathwater as you wash him. You're embarrassed, but it's not just nerves; seeing and touching such a handsome man has you warming as though you've downed another three shots of whiskey.

You squirm and fight not to let the roughshod see your flusterment, as your belly tightens with the familiar, but never indulged, feelings of lust.

The roughshod stays in the bath until the water's gone gray and cold. You kneel beside the tub and wring out the cloth, but squeak when, all at once, the man heaves himself up to standing, the water streaming down his body and his ... his Johnson right at the level of your face!

He grunts and swings his leg out of the tub - exposing all of his manhood jostling around not even two feet from your face as he does so! You blush and look away, but you can feel him staring at you as he grabs up the towel and dries himself off.

Surely, you think, now he will ask you to take off your clothes and join him on the bed. You know only the basics of what goes where for the act, having witnessed clandestine coitus a time or two in your life. You wait, unable to look up at him, as you expect to hear his gruff voice order you about. And it does.

"Get up."

You stand, trembling. But what he says next isn't what you're expecting: "You know how to rub a man's muscles?"

You look up at him. He's got the towel in hand, making no effort to use it to cover himself. Then again, you think, why should he? You're just another painted poppet (or, soon to be). "R-rub what?" you stammer - quite idiotically. Of course, you know what muscles are. ... You're just not sure if he's using the word as a ... a euphemism.

He rolls his eyes and brings the towel up to dry his hair. "Knew I should'a asked for the China girl," he mutters.

You clear your throat and look steadfastly at his face. "You're hurt," you say, because you've seen every part of his body now, despite your efforts to keep your eyes trained North. And you know he's got bruises all on his legs and back and sides.

The roughshod nods and abandons the towel to the floor. "Yeah." He's not a talker, but you get the impression he's waiting to hear something from you.

You struggle to think of what that might be. "I ... have ... rubbed my mother's shoulders, when they hurt her. Um. And her feet?"

If you're not mistaken, the man's mouth twitches up the barest bit, beneath his beard. "Eh," he says, then turns around, presenting you with his - very manly - ass. "How bad can ya be?" He walks towards the bed, waving you along without looking back. "Well c'mere then."

He climbs up onto the room's bed and lies down, face in his arms. "What're you doing?" he grumps. "I said get over here."

Swallowing thickly, you hurry across the room. With his back turned, you have less trouble letting your eyes rove over his naked body. His back is broad and muscled, going from impossibly wide and tanned shoulders, tapering all the way down to his slim hips and his pale ass. His thighs are hairy and---no. You force your eyes true north again, looking at the bruises that you're increasingly starting to suspect came from a beating. "What happened to you?" you ask.

His head stays pillowed in the crooks of his arms. "Get up on the bed," he grunts. "Sit on my ass and I'll tell 'ya what to do."

Your eyes all but bug out of your head, when he tells you to straddle him. You do, your skirt rustling as you move and get up on him. You're hesitant to put your weight down, but he huffs and tells you to sit.

"Speck like you ain't gonna feel any more'n a feather. Sit."

He talks you through giving him - what he deems a "goddamn lousy" - massage. He grunts whenever you press on his bruises, pained, but once you get the hang of it, he at least goes quiet and doesn't complain anymore, so maybe you're not so horrible at it after all.

You rub his shoulders, his neck and back; your belly coiling tight once again, filling with a swooping feeling at having his warm skin and hard muscles underhand, at the feeling of his body held between your legs. You worry that he somehow knows how you're reacting, but you don't speak and neither does he.

When he eventually groans from pained-pleasure rather than pain, you can't help but smirk triumphantly. You keep expecting him to roll over and declare the massage over and demand for you to touch his Johnson, but that keeps not happening (though he does groan a little more).

You check the clock and see that it's now early evening. The light outside is almost gone. You worry that he's lost track of time and might refuse to pay for the hours he's spent with you, which will get your wages garnished.

So, tentatively, you slide your hands down to his thick waist, the swooping feeling intensifying at watching all the muscles in his back tense and shift underneath the skin.

"Why'd you stop?" he grunts.

"Are ... are you sure ..." You hesitate, not knowing how to seduce a man.

"Spit it out," he says, annoyed.

You lick your lips. "Well I just ... it's been awhile now and ... Are you sure this is all you want?"

"It feels good," he snaps, voice muffled in his arms. "That's what I'm payin' you for, ain't it?"

His uncharitable response should make you relieved, but instead it just leaves you worried and confused. Are you not seductive enough? Is he going to complain to Madame once he leaves here?

You need to speak up, take action, or else you may be in trouble. "Mister," you say, "I--"

"James," he grunts. "S'my name."

You pause, surprised that he wants you to use it, since he doesn't seem to like you very much. "James," you try again. "I want to make sure you're ... um ... getting your money's worth?"

He's silent and still, then drawls, "You don't sound too sure about that."

FOLKS THIS HAS BEEN OUT OF HAND FOR AWHILE NOW. LETS GO BACK TO AN ACTUAL FUCKING OUTLINE:

He has you lie down on the bed, and he regards you tenderly and seems like he's going to finally do it, but his face goes sour when you nervously reach your hand for his Johnson, and he tells you he doesn't need anything else.

"That's enough." He rolls away, comes back with a dollar bill, hands it over and gruffly tells you to go over to the mercantile and buy him a fresh shirt.

Relieved and yet somehow also terribly disappointed, you do so. When you return, his hair is tied back and he's got his pants on again.

You expect him to dismiss you, but he tells you he wants your company in the downstairs, too. He takes you down and the two of you eat and drink together at his behest. As it's now evening, the other poppets work on men nearby, shooting you jealous looks every so often.

James slowly opens up to you, engaging you in conversation over his dinner. You can't help but talk back, the conversation coming naturally and your shoulders relaxing. James is much more likeable after a whiskey or two, and the two of you even laugh and joke together. He decides to teach you a dice game, and the two of you have fun well into the evening, until he goes back up to bed -- alone.

Madame is drunk and very proud--because the roughshod actually pays for the entire time! In one fell swoop, you've made a handsome sum! You begin to hope that soon you'll be able to buy your way onto a wagon train and go West!

But the next day, your fortunes change.

A lawman shows up with none other than Mr. Brooks--Master Lewis' most trusted slave. Brooks tells the lawman that you are the one he's looking for. He has your papers to prove Mr. Lewis' ownership!

Being only tenuously free territory, the lawman has the say so on what happens to you. Just when it looks like he's going to hand you over to Brooks, the roughshod comes downstairs. He claims you're his property and that your name is Pearl. He has no proof, but says that's because he bought you from a 'chief down in Indian country' (the Oklahoma territory).

One of the white girls calls out that that's not true: you work there.

It seems that the lie won't work, but when the lawman asks Madame if that's true, Madame says your name is Pearl and you showed up with the roughshod the other day.

The marshal decides to trust the word of a white man over Mr. Brooks (who looks very angry indeed). He brandishes the papers and promises to come back with Master Lewis.

With no time to spare, you make haste. You have to leave town now, no matter the fact that you don't have the money to make it out West. You stuff your things in your bag and leave with the wages you've earned.

Outside, the roughshod grabs your arm and pulls you in. He demands you tell him the truth, since he stuck his neck out for you.

You confess everything--running away, your plan to set out West for San Francisco. You fear that he's had a change of heart and will take you to the lawman, but he gets stern-faced again and gruffly tells you to come with him back to his home with him.

You're confused, but he is bossy and all but forces you back to his homestead with him. There, he informs you that, after getting into a "scrape" with some locals himself, he has to leave. He offers to take you out West with him, and part ways in California.

You agree.

Sometime, months later, in California:

The country is at war, but it feels far away from where you are now, as do Master Lewis' chances of ever finding you again. James has hope that the North will win and slavery will be done away with, when the two of you arrive in San Francisco. You make him breakfast, and ask: "What now?"

He gets quiet for awhile. "Woman like you?" He says, chewing the last bite of a biscuit. "Sews, can play chess, hard worker, beautiful, and you cook like this?" He sticks his tongue in his cheek and looks away for a moment. When he looks back, there's false cheer in his eyes. "You're gonna make some man a fine wife someday."

You inhale deeply, fighting to keep the sting of that comment from getting to your eyes. "But not you?" you finally say, once you've gathered the breath - and the courage - to do so.

The false cheer bleeds to sadness, fond and regretful, and he shakes his head softly. "No Darlin'. Not me."

(spoiler alert: you wind up together with a happy ending anyway)

IM SORRY IT'S TWO AM WHY DID I DO THIS I NEED TO SLEEEEP 😩

(Will def be writing (more of) this fic in the future though!)

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Tabula Rasa: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.5k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You two turn the corner and see Mr. Corbett looking around as if he's debating something. You and Spencer slink up to his side, startling him a bit.

"Mr. Corbett. Hey, I just wanted to make sure you knew that cross-examination wasn't as bad as it sounded."

"I'm not worried," he shrugs. "I have a better understanding of things now."

"Understanding?"

"After Darci died, I started to see a therapist. I had a lot of guilt, you know. I thought that I should have been there for her, saved her somehow. I don't know. This guy, this shrink, he always brought it back to control. He said I had to accept the fact that there were always gonna be things in life I couldn't control."

"That's very wise of him," you say, and Spencer agrees.

"I realize I have no say over what goes on in that courtroom. See you later, Spencer."

Mr. Corbett walks away and shoves his hands into his pockets.

"That's weird," Spencer mutters.

"What's weird?"

"He called me by my first name."

Word got back to Penelope about Nina Moore, and she was able to find the exact woman who kept visiting Brian. Her real name is Nina Genesee who got married in 1978 where she changed her last name to Moore. Her current address is here in Madison Heights, Virginia. The confusing part is that JJ and Emily spoke to this woman, and she told them she's never even been to Roanoke.

You're not sure why she would lie, and you're not sure why she hasn't visited him since he woke up.

You need answers, and this woman has them. Rossi wants to talk to her, and you opted to go with him. If she decides to lie again, you'd be able to see the truth hiding behind her words. So as to not overwhelm her, it's only you and Rossi.

"Nina Moore?" Rossi says once she opens the door. "We're with the FBI."

"Please, come in," she says, knowing why you're here.

You two walk inside and sit with her in her living room.

"Why didn't you come forward before? Why did you lie to us?"

"I was protecting my family," she sighs. "I was a kid myself. When you give away a child, I know it sounds cold, but you just want to forget about it and believe it never happened. So, that's how I lived."

"Trust me, I know how that feels," you say truthfully. "If you wanted to forget, then why did you maintain a relationship with him?"

"Maintained? No. I only saw him once before the accident. I never thought he could do the things he did."

"When was the meeting?" you ask.

"Five years ago. He just called me out of the blue. The records were supposed to be sealed. I think he hired someone to find me."

"What did you talk about?"

"He was interested in my family and my kids. He just wanted to call every once in a while. Maybe to meet around the holidays, but I couldn't. I could barely bring myself to look at him."

"You rejected him," you say, and suddenly, his stressor becomes crystal clear.

"Whatever he became, I can't help but feel like it's my fault."

"No, don't do that to yourself," you shake your head. "This was entirely his fault."

"Why did you visit him at the hospital?" Rossi asks.

"Because it was safe, I suppose. I could be there for him and no one had to know. Because when I would read to him and listen to him breathe, it felt right."

The front door opens, and Nina's husband walks in with no knowledge of what's happening. She gets up and immediately takes him off to the side to give him some sort of an explanation.

"Her rejecting him is what's his stressor. He doesn't feel wanted and ends up killing people. She's just lucky he took no for an answer. It could have been a lot worse if he pressed the issue."

"Maybe he did," he mutters. Rossi interrupts the couple who are talking in the kitchen. "Mrs. Moore. Did he ever send you anything? Any gifts?"

Nina sighs and searches for something before taking out a large gift box. She opens it, showing jewelry, watches, and other knickknacks.

"I wanted to throw them away, but I couldn't."

"Well, now we know where his trophies went," you sigh.

Having this box of trophies that he stole from his victims will be a good thing to have in court, so the next day, when his trial continues, Hotch is ready to take down Brian. Another good thing coming from the visit to Nina, is that she agreed to testify in court against Brian. You're not sure how this is going to go, but you need to be there for it.

You and Spencer arrive after Hotch and Cece left, and as soon as you step out of the car, something doesn't feel right.

"Are you okay?"

"Something's not right." You shut the door and look around the parking lot, spotting Mr. Corbett with a determined look on his face. He's nervous, but not because of the consequences of what he's about to do, but because of what he's about to do. "He has a gun, Spencer."

You two rush over to Mr. Corbett without raising suspicions, and Spencer grabs his arm before he can go any further.

"Mr. Corbett, it won't help. Think about what this would do. Think about Darci."

"I am thinking about her," he says emotionally.

"If she knew what you were about to do, and depending on your belief system, maybe she does, do you think she'd want this? Give me the gun. You want him to suffer, but he'll be dead. He won't feel anything, you'll be in prison, and you will regret it, believe me."

"I'm already in prison." You look into his eyes, and he sighs sadly. HE hands over the gun, and you take it from him. "How did you know?"

"Your behavior. You were too calm yesterday, and you called me by my first name."

"If you're so good at predicting things, how come you couldn't stop him before he took my Darci?"

"Look, I shouldn't say anything, but there's some new evidence," you blurt.

"What evidence?"

"We found Brian's birth mother, and she is going to testify right now. Please be there. You'll be able to hear what she has to say."

You don't tell him about Darci's watch because that might make him even more upset. Instead, you leave it at that and hope for the best. Once Mr. Corbett calms down, you three head inside where the court session is already taking place. Nina is already on the stand, and you quickly take your seat.

"My name is Nina Moore," she says for the court.

"What is your relationship to the defendant?" Cece asks.

"I'm his birth mother, his biological mother. I gave him up for adoption when he was a baby."

"How long ago was that?"

"Thirty-seven years."

"So, you didn't have a relationship with him?"

"No, I never saw him until 2003."

"Did he track you down?"

"Yes. We met at a cafe, talked for a bit, and then he left.

"What did you talk about?"

"He said he wanted to be a part of my life. I told him it was impossible."

"Did you feel that he was being unrealistic? Irrational, even?"

Something in the air shifts, and you look over at Brian who is watching Nina with a close eye. His mood suddenly changes, and it changes from being in a calm state to almost rage. He's pissed, and you know for a fact that he's starting to remember. He wouldn't get this angry at her if he wasn't.

"I think he's starting to remember," you whisper to Spencer.

"How do you know?"

"He's very angry at his mother. The kind of anger that he felt when she rejected him the first time. The kind of anger that made him start killing in the first place."

"No, not at all. He was just a little lost," Nina says. "He wanted to belong to something. Turning him away was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. A person can't live two lives. I'm sorry, Brian. I'm so sorry."

"Mrs. Moore, did the defendant make any subsequent attempts to communicate with you?" Cece continues.

"A few months after that, I got something in the mail. There was no note or anything, just a postmark from Roanoke, and I knew that's where he lived."

"What were the contents of the envelope?"

"It was a necklace. Two months after that I got another. Then a watch. I thought he was trying to persuade me with gifts. I thought they were estate jewelry."

"Your honor, I'd like to enter into evidence people's exhibit 'F' through 'H'." Cece hands out the evidence to the judge before showing Nina the items. "Are these the items that you received in the mail?"

"Yes."

"In this photograph, do you see the watch that's in this bag?"

"Yes."

"Let the record reflect the witness has identified the watch worn in this photograph by murder victim Darci Corbett." Liam's emotional state skyrockets, and if he still had his gun, you know he'd use it. "I have nothing further."

You lean toward Liam who is trying hard not to cry.

"You're doing everything you can, Mr. Corbett. Darci will get justice."

"Court is adjourned until nine am tomorrow for cross," the judge announces, slapping his gavel on the desk.

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Can u write Mr Darcy ( Mathew mcfayden or Colin Firth version ;) ) x chubby female reader x snape please I wonder what be like both falling for reader

Hello dear💖, thanks for your request.

Mr Darcy x plus size female reader x Severus Snape🦇👧🌹

Of dukes and bats🌹🦇

Night struck at the ball, all the higher social parties had arrived and gathered to have their dance. Many young ladies and gentlemen have travelled far and wide to settle down with a suitor of their choosing. The dance floor was soon covered with many young ladies dancing with their chosen suitors, all the gentlemen smiled as they danced. Many of the young ladies' dresses were quite colourful; pink, white, blue, and purple shining through as they waltzed. The crowd that weren’t dancing were all drinking and laughing, most of the gents had stepped to the side to discuss important things such as politics or business. The women on the other hand had all gathered to try and spot a man with such dashing looks alongside his rich wealth. The ladies had heard of the aristocratic landowner of Pemberley, he was seeking a social outing. “Where’s Mr Darcy, I’ve heard of such high things for him” one woman muttered fanning herself, “oh he is so dashing, I hope he comes soon” another replied holding a glass of wine.

Many were gathering at the door, however one woman sat in the back of the ball room. The dress she wore sat to her ankles and her silky gloves reached her elbow. The girl was of a middle-class status, she wasn’t deemed as highly as “Mr Darcy” however her personality was certainly different. The ladies didn’t bother to talk to the middle-class woman, they all thought she was ordinary with no style of wealth. This woman happened to be y/n l/n, a friendly yet quirky girl that often dreams of travelling and meeting the man of her dreams.

Mr Darcy had arrived; he got out of the carriage and entered the ballroom with an upright glance. One would assume many of his stature would be after a queen or quite literally a duchess, Mr Darcy had such high standards no woman could seem to fit within his ideals. “Mr Darcy a pleasure, my daughter has been awaiting your hand in a dance” one woman tried to announce. “Mr Darcy, my family have recently been to France” another tried to interrupt, “Mr Darcy, we have such high honor-“.

Fitzwilliam had started to blur the ladies words from his mind, all they wanted is for their daughter’s to be betrothed with someone of higher wealth and status. Fitzwilliam walked by with his head held high, he acted cold toward the other women as they weren’t to his liking. Mr Darcy wasn’t necessarily cold on purpose but rather he wasn’t the best with social situations. The women had higher expectations since he was a wealthy landowner. “Aren’t you going to dance with any of them” a gentleman asked, “any savage can dance” Mr Darcy replied in return.

As the gentleman were gawking amongst themselves, Mr Darcy spotted a woman sitting by herself. She had no gentleman chaperoning, it seemed quite un-lady like for such an act. Out of politeness, Mr Darcy approached the lonely lady “excuse me, for it may sound unkindly of me to ask, why have you no gent attending to you”. Y/n lifted her head slightly to see Mr Darcy ask her a question “why must I need one, I’m quite happily joyful watching the people dance” y/n smiled. Mr Darcy pondered for a moment, a lady who isn’t interested in dancing with any of the suitors, why come to a ball unless she had planned to accompany friends. “You are quite a strange lady” Mr Darcy noted, “indeed, but is that a bad thing, to be strange is to be unique and being unique is quite extraordinary is it not” y/n replied to Mr Darcy’s comment. Fitzwilliam raised an eyebrow, however in accord to the ladies odd tone he thought of being polite asking for a dance. “Miss y/n, may I ask you in having a dance with me” Mr Darcy politely bowed “but of course Mr Darcy”. Y/n had held Darcy’s hand with a gentle touch, through her silk gloves she could feel the man’s gentle squeeze. The two stood in the middle of the dancefloor, many envious eyes were staring upon them. The song soon started to play, y/n moved her feet to slowly follow Mr Darcy’s movements, the two were in sync. After a twirl, dip and a bow Mr Darcy had finished the movements toward his waltz.

Y/n smiled as Mr Darcy’s eyes light up with amusement, never in all his lifetime did he see a woman dance with elegance. Amid it all, in the shadows of the ball stood a man, watching and observing as the scene unfolded. The glare he gave upon his cold expression was one no woman would dare to go near. Y/n thanked Mr Darcy and bid him a hopeful thank you.

“I do hope to see you later this evening, I wish to ask you a question” Mr Darcy asked, he kissed y/n’s hands out of politeness.

 “Of course, mind you I must have a breather, I shall return” Y/n curtsied to excuse herself.

Y/n left the dancefloor in which it left Mr Darcy feel amazed by y/n’s gesture, for once he had found an incredible young lady that fit his standards. It was no secret that the man had an attraction toward y/n even if they had just met. Mr Darcy observed y/n from afar as he awaited to ask y/n to attend to his home estate, in which his future action would be ask for y/n’s hand in marriage.

Y/n had wandered her way toward the back to grab a drink, that was until she tripped on a man’s shoe. “Oh, pardon me” y/n excused herself, “could you be anymore clumsy” the man snidely remarked. “Sir, I do apologise toward my fall” Y/n couldn’t believe the nerves of this gent.The man was certainly not in the dashing description of appearances, his eyes glazed in a cold manner and his hair sat upon his cheek bones. “May I at least help you up” the man asked, he grasped y/n’s hand. Y/n had noticed how slimmer his fingers were compared to Mr Darcy’s. “You may call me Severus Snape” he announced to y/n, within his sight the girl curtsied.

“y/n l/n, sir” y/n smiled, one thing that caught off guard were her eyes.

Snape took a minuet to catch himself staring directly into the girl’s dashing eyes, they reminded him of someone he once knew in his youth. Severus gathered himself together, his cold demeanour had returned with snide remark.

“For your apology, may I ask for a dance miss y/n” Severus offered his hand.

“Oh, of course Mr Snape” y/n smiled, she gently placed her fingers in Snapes.

For a moment everything seemed perfect that was until Mr Darcy had interrupted “Pardon the intrusion for you see, miss y/n was actually attending in presence”. Severus raised an eyebrow while narrowing his eyes “clearly, for I see miss y/n approached me instead”.

Mr Darcy had no tolerance for this man’s sarcastic tone, he had met quite a few cold people in his life but never to this extent. “I see you are of lower status, miss y/n quite clearly values someone of higher regard” Mr Darcy remarked, “and yet I see someone of lower knowledge, perhaps your sloth brain must be lurking around I’m sure” Snape jabbed back.

Y/n interrupted the two gents before they were too fight, she grabbed both their hands and asked “Mr Snape, Mr Darcy if one must choose then I do not wish to be a part of a fight”. Y/n didn’t want to be the subject of an argument, she would much as rather choose one and spend the rest of her life with them.

However, before anything else could occur, y/n’s mother called out “Pardon for I must go, Mr Darcy and Mr Snape I do hope to see you in the future”. Y/n quickly scrambled to find her mother, she hoped she wasn’t late. Mr Darcy had wondered to follow; he could introduce himself to y/n’s mother and use his status to win her hand. Severus, on the other hand just watched as y/n left, he found someone who brought back his memories of which he had in his youth.

One day he hoped to find y/n once more as Mr Darcy longed to marry the girl he waltzed with.

anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta ✨

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[honeyspiders10]

Welcome back, to my tavern!

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Masterlist!

My name is Charlie! And this is my tavern!

Requests are open!!

Go check out my girl! @nerdysleepybunny <3

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Things I will write for:

Anything Pride/LGBTQIA+! (you are valid! <3)

Gender neutral reader!

Male reader!

Non binary reader!

And male aligned readers!

(I will write female readers for my friends and friends only. Sorry for the inconvenience)

Poly relationships! Between reader and characters.

Platonic relationships!

And Child!reader and Parent!character!

I will also write for my age regression community!

Ships are welcome as well!

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Things I will not write for:

NSFW! I'm a minor! I have a lot of age regression moots, and most of them are not comfortable with NSFW. So, you will not find smut on my blog at all.

Anxiety, depression, etc. These can be triggering topics to some people, and I want this to be a safe spot.

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Fandoms: TV shows and Movies

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Hasbin Hotel:

Angel Dust

Husker

Charlie

Vaggie

Nifty

Alastor

Lucifier

Ships:

Husker x Angel Dust

Alastor x Lucifer

Vaggie x Charlie

Okay with x reader:

Husker x Angel Dust x Reader

Alastor x Lucifer x reader

Vaggie x Charlie x reader

The Lord of the Rings:

Gimli

Legolas

Aragorn

Gandalf (platonic only!)

Frodo

Sam

Mary

Pippin

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The Walking Dead:

Glen

Maggie

Negan

Abraham

Carl

Rick

Beth

Lori

Carol

Daryl

Eugene

Dale (platonic only!)

Tdog

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Supernatural:

Dean

Sam

Cas

Crowley

Rowena

Lucifer

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Marvel:

Bucky

Sam

Steve

Stephen

Rhody

Tony

Pepper

Groot (platonic only!)

Rocket (platonic only!)

Gamora

Nebula

Drax

Mantix (platonic only!)

Quil

Thor

Loki

Peter

Ned

Wong

MJ

Natasha

Bruce/Hulk

Scott

(If there are any more, let me know! I'll write for just about anyone from the MCU!)

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Kids shows:

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Octonaunts:

Barnacles

Peso

Kwazii

Shellington

Dashi

Tweak

Inkling (platonic only!)

Vegimals (platonic only!)

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Ninjago:

Cole

Kai

Jay

Zane

Nya

Lloyd

Wu (platonic only!)

Garmadon

Zora

Wyldfire

Arin

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Sing 1-2:

Johnny

Mena

Rosita (platonic only!)

Gunther

Ash

Mrs. Crawley (platonic only!)

Buster

Suki

Clay

Krystal

Porsha

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Anime:

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Naruto:

Choji

Naruto

Sasuke

Sakura

Shikamaru

Ino

Tenten

Neji

Lee

Kakashi

Guy

Asuma

Jiraiya

Tsunade

Orichimaru

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Demonslayer:

Tanjiro

Inosuke

Zenitsu

Genya

Rengoku

Tengen

All tengens wifes

Shinobu

Sanemi

Gyomei

Mitsuri

Obanai

Giyuu

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My Hero Academia:

All of class 1-A

The big three

Shinso

Wild, wild pussycats

Dabi

Shigaraki

Staib

Lady Nagant

Toga

Overhaul

Gentle criminal (platonic only!)

Twice

Mr. Compress

Mei

Aizawa

Nezu (platonic only!)

Fatgum

Endeavor

Present Mike

Midnight

All Might

Hawks

Snipe

Recovery girl (platonic only!)

Mt. Lady

Vlad King

Edgeshot

Best jeanist

Ms. Joke

Mirko

Kamui Woods

Ryukyu

Gang orca

Inasa

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Beastars:

Riz

Legoshi

Jack

Haru

Pina

Louis

Juno

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Novels:

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Heartstopper: platonic only!

Charlie

Nick

Imogen

Aled

Sahar

Darcy

Tara

Issac

Tao

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Thank you for reading! Safe journeys, travelers!

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Masterlist

Will write any genre - smut, angst (my personal fav), and fluff.. or whatever else you can come up with.

~ My style is character x female reader only

~ Requests are closed

Downton Abbey

- Thomas Barrow

- Tom Branson

- Matthew Crawley

Emma

- Mr. (George) Knightley

Pride and Prejudice

- Mr. (Fitzwilliam) Darcy

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Ghosts of the Past

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Marianna (Female Reader)

Prompt: "By all means disappear into the darkness, not that I'm scared or anything." and “These visions are a curse my friend, I know that now."

Prompt List: Link

Requested?: No

Trigger Warning(s):

Mild Violence

Possible mention of sh

Mention of smut

Drug Usage

Marianna's P.O.V

"My nightmares are making more sense than I would have wanted them to right now. I don't understand what happened or why they changed from what they used to be. I can no longer see into the future. I said into the tape recorder, "but I am constantly reminded of everything I have done in the past."

"What on earth are you doing in the bathroom?" Steve asked her knocking on the bathroom door.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." I replied walking out of the bathroom.

"Then why do you have a tape recorder with you in the bathroom?" Steve asked.

"Mrs. Kelley said recording what the nightmares are like, or even just what they were, would help." I said to him, debating whether to continue recording or redo it a third time.

"I thought you didn't need to see her anymore." Steve replied slightly confused.

"I thought that too. But that didn't last as long as I wanted it to." I replied.

"I'm guessing Eddie's still asleep?" Steve says changing the subject.

"Yeah. He's in his room at the moment." I replied wondering where the conversation would head next.

"I'll speak to you later." Steve says before heading back to bed.

"Good choice, see you later." I replied closing the bathroom door and returning to my dream diary.

I sighed thinking about it, what happened with Carver and Morgan. How easy life would have been if I wasn't there in the first place. As if I could have known how things would have played out the way that they did. Eddie, Steve or any of the others have never known how my own recovery is coming along. I didn't want to burden them with my own problems. My own problems being the intrusive thoughts that I have been having for a few months after Billy died.

I felt like a very useful hammer and that's about it. I started smoking pot at the beginning of the year even before Billy's death. I would state it was only to get the intrusive thoughts outside of my head. But he didn't need to know that part of it and part of me liked the fact that he never asked about it.

"If you don't talk about your own demons, no one will be able to help you." Darcy would state time and time again. But he's no longer around to lecture her about healthy habits and Kenny wasn't there to keep her in check.

"You're falling apart at the seams and no one is able to see it because you're not letting them." A voice said to her, sounding so much like Darcy it gave her goosebumps.

I was pulled away from my thoughts, as Steve was saying "How long are you going to be in there? I got to use the bathroom Marina."

"I'll be out in a few minutes." I yelled out in response, shoving my tape recorder and other stuff to take out of the bathroom. My head is spinning and my stomach feels like someone just punched it really hard.

Eddie would have known about it if I said anything to him, but I never did and he never really seemed to notice anything different. At least until he asked about it three weeks after her ex died. When he stayed the night.

Eddie would have known about it if I said anything to him, but I never did and he never really seemed to notice anything different. At least until he asked about it three weeks after her ex died. When he stayed the night.

"I'm surprised you'd ask about it." I said to him.

"You've been acting like a nervous wreck for the past few months, even when he was still alive." Eddie pointed out which made it sting more.

"I see. I didn't notice." I muttered petting Prince as he sat on my chest. Remaining adamant to swatting away Eddie's hand each time he tried to touch him.

"You haven't been that way since I met you a few years ago." Eddie stated.

"I can't see the future anymore, I haven't been able to for almost two years now. So I'm quite literally flying blind." I explained to him.

"So you're smoking pot because you can't see the future?" Eddie asked.

"No, because no my nightmares make sense now that I have to live with what I've done." I explained.

"You make it sound like you've killed someone before." Eddie says to her.

"Which I have done several times." I say to him.

"And you're only just telling me about it?" Eddie says moving further away from me.

"I'm literally high as a kite right now. You really think I'm trying to kill you?" I asked him confused.

"How am I supposed to know that?" Eddie asked in response to my question.

"By not assuming your friend is out to kill you that's how." I replied going to feed my cats.

We didn't talk about it again for a while as he stayed in his room and Steve used to watch from the hallway confused about what the conversation was about.

I walked to bed after Steve got into the bathroom and I didn't understand why things were showing up that I don't remember. But I have a feeling it's only going to get more complicated. I decided to just do some shopping for a few hours. While the others hung out at home.

I left a note behind saying where I would be and when I would be back. "Hey guys, I'm out shopping and I'll be back in a few hours. If my parents show up don't answer the door and most importantly there's lunch in the fridge."

On the way to the store all I could think about are the friends I feel like I have disappointed, “These visions are a curse my friend, I know that now." I thought to myself as I went to get the cart that someone else decided to leave in the middle of the parking lot.

I bought Eddie and Steve presents. Sometimes I feel like I'm just running from my own obligations and am burying what I should have told them a while ago. Just putting it off for another day each and every time.

After the shopping trip I went back home to think about whether or not to tell them everything I should have told them already. But part of me is incredibly afraid of how they might react to it and another part of me just wants to die in my own bedroom too.

I started hallucinating that Eddie was walking into the forest near the backyard. I thought to myself, "By all means disappear into the darkness, not that I'm scared or anything." As I went to follow what it looked to be like him until Eddie stopped me from going further.

"Hey, Marina" Eddie said to her snapping his fingers in front of her face.

"I thought you were over there." I said to him visibly uncomfortable.

"I was in there the whole time." Eddie replied just as confused.

"Weird." I thought to myself. "I need to to talk to you about something important." I say to him.

"You're not breaking up with me are you?" Eddie responded.

"What? No. It's about something else." I replied as I explained about what my nightmares were about and how much detail each one were.

"Well, that explains, a lot." Eddie stated.

"Pretty weird, I know." I murmured staring at the grass in front of me.

"The dreams are weird, but the sheer amount of strength you have is way scarier." Steve interjected.

"It's tame compared to Tanya's. Although she's slightly unhinged from what I remember." I commented.

It felt better now that I had off my chest and I felt a weight just lifted up from my shoulders afterwards. Maybe things are finally getting better now.

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[superfics-forone]

Just Friends

SUMMARY: Sam asks the group who they think are the “hottest” members of the team. You don’t make the cute for Bucky’s top five.

Bucky x TALL!Reader

W/C: 5,800

WARNINGS: angst, swearing (like two f bombs), cannon level violence, Bucky being an idiot (it’s a warning), physical insecurities, fake science

A/N: I wrote this because the top 5 situation actually happened to me IRL and when you don’t make someone you like’s list, it sucks. Also, this is in no way meant as being against people who are smaller! I am just a tall/plus size woman and sometimes that really makes you feel like you’re unattractive to people because you don’t fit the gender norm. Let me know what you think! I’m pretty new at this so I’d appreciate the feedback!

Also, HUGE shout out to @princessmisery666 for being so patient and supportive! Thank you for being my beta! Your comments were so incredibly helpful!

The best part about working with Bucky was that you got to see him everyday. The worst part was that you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t attracted to you.

You knew you were a good looking woman, people would often tell you that. It usually happened when you weren’t necessarily feeling your prettiest. Somehow that made it worse. Others would compliment you but he never would. Even when you knew you looked good- like you had put in extra effort and actually tried that day- still he would give you nothing.

You sat across from him in the common room looking at all the other Avengers wondering why he didn’t feel the same when you finally got your answer.

“Alright man,” Sam called out to the group. “Top five, let’s go.”

“Top five?” asked Clint, not sure if he wanted to know the answer. “Top five what?”

Everyone looked back to Sam, - “Top five on who you think is lookin’ most fine”.

“You want us to rate each other?” You asked incredulously.

“Naw, man!” Sam replied. “I want to know who you think are the top five most attractive! Male and female!”

You slunk back into the sofa, both curious and terrified of the conversation to come.

You heard huffs from the others but no one objected. Vision went first and of course he could only answer with; “I believe all of you are inherently lovely. I couldn’t possibly pick a top five of those who I find to be most attractive.” As soon as he finished and the room was no longer focused on him though he leaned over to Wanda and said something in her ear that made her blush.

You brought your cup up to your lips to hide your smile. You loved how happy they were after having been through so much heartbreak.

Sam went next, “Imma say, Wanda, Nat, Gamora’s got it goin’ on…for an alien…Hill - don’t tell her I said that- and…Y/N,” he said throwing you a wink.

You smiled but shook your head with a roll of your eyes. You knew the only reason he said your name was because you were in the room. He was trying to be kind. Men didn’t seem to be actively lining up to be with you…it might have something to do with them being intimidated by you being an Avenger but who could possibly know

“Sam you would think anything with legs that gave you the time of day was hot,” Bucky shot.

The others laughed but Sam shot back, “alright, Tin Man, who’s on your list? Okoye?”

“Yeah for one! I would be dead before I could make a move but sure! She’s dangerous and stunning!” He took a swig of bourbon as if he was done.

“Alright then who else?” Wanda leaned forward winking at you.

You shot her a warning look. You had only told her how you felt about Bucky once on a drunken night after finding out he had gone on date with another recruit. Jealousy had reared its ugly head and she could feel your angst that night. You had asked Wanda how; “A tiny little thing that would barely hold her own in the ring,” could possibly catch his eye. It was as if the only thing he saw you as was an ear to listen to his problems and a soldier he could rely on in the field. You had seen them together multiple times since then and every time it pained you more.

She was everything you weren’t. Barely five foot, two inches tall with a skinny frame to match, and a nicely formed backside. In reality you couldn’t be mad at Bucky. He deserved to be happy. He was your friend and you wanted that for him. You just wanted that particular happiness too.

“Okay, okay!” Bucky’s hands came up in surrender as he finished his drink and leaned back to think, He sat so close to you his left bicep of his folded arms brushed yours with every breath he took.“Okoye? Sure…uh… in no particular order…Wanda, Nat, Darcy, and the little woman, Kris, from reception.”

“It seems, Mr. Barnes”, said Vision, “that you prefer mates who are significantly smaller than you. I do believe that of that group, Wanda is the tallest one.”

“Which isn’t really saying much because I’m only five, six”, she complained.

“The perfect height my dear.” Wanda smiled at that and kissed Vision’s cheek .

You took another long sip of your drink as you registered what had been said. Your stomach soured as you finished the glass. Not so much from the alcohol as from the realization that the man who you had secretly been pinning over didn’t even list you as attractive enough to make his top five.

You felt like you knew why. It was just too much. You weren’t small and dainty like those on his list. You had big bones and a can do attitude. You wouldn’t take crap from people. And because you were so tall you could come off as intimidating…or so some men had told you.

“I’m going to get another drink,” You whispered to no one in particular.

But Sam really couldn’t read a room and he called you out. “No, no! Who’s on your list Y/N?”

“Oh no!” You said dryly. “I’d have to be much drunker for that conversation. For now, I'll keep my opinions to myself.”

You spotted Bucky’s surprised face before you made your way over to the bar. The conversation carried on behind you as you refilled your glass. Thoughts of Bucky’s revelation clouding your mind. You were never going to be good enough for him because you were just too big. Too tall. Too much. He liked the smallest, most petite women in the compound. Feeling your emotions swelling,you decided to grab the bottle and made your way quietly out of the room while the ruckus continued.

Once on your floor you closed the door behind you with a forceful slam, “FRIDAY!! Lock the door and don’t open it for anyone!!”

“Yes, Miss Y/L/N.”

The rest of the night was spent on the floor in your sweats drinking from your bottle of whiskey and feeling sorry for yourself and all the things you couldn’t be because of biology.

You weren’t sure if it was a drunken stupor or your imagination but at one point you could have sworn you heard a knock only for it to go away just as quickly.

…

The next day you had an awful hangover and didn’t get out of bed. Bucky came to your door for your normal morning run.

“Tell him I’m not going, Friday.”

“He would like to know why, Miss.”

“Tell him it’s my time of the month.”

“Your time of the month was last week, Miss.”

“Who’s side are you on, Friday? Just tell him I’m sick.”

“Very well, Miss.”

It was silent for a few moments and you had thought that would be enough to get Bucky off your back for now.

“Mr. Barnes would like to know if you’d like to see Dr. Cho, Miss.”

“Uuuugggghhhh,” you rolled out of bed and marched over, irritated that the one person you didn’t want to see was at your door.Pulling it open with a huff you practically screamed. “What?!?”

“Woah!” Bucky jumped back startled at your disheveled appearance and puffy eyes. “I just want to make sure you’re alright, doll. You didn’t come back last night and you never answered the door when I came to check on you.”

So there was a knock last night.

You couldn’t look him in the eye as your eyes filled with tears again, this time with shame. “I’m fine, Bucky.” You started shutting the door quickly and he stuck his hand on it preventing you from closing it again.

“Y/N…what’s…”

“Bucky, I just need some rest okay?” You cut him off, “I’m fine. I promise I’ll be right as rain tomorrow.” You smiled weakly.

Bucky searched your face as if trying to find what you weren’t telling him in your eyes. But you were an Avenger and you knew how to school your features to show nothing.

Bucky sighed and shook his head, “alright, doll. I’m here if you want to talk about anything.”

“Yes, fine,” you said pushing him out the door. Your eyes had flooded with tears again. You didn’t look up to see Bucky’s hurt and concerned face as you closed the door again and put your back to it.

You held your breath listening for his footsteps to retreat before sinking to the floor and crying.

…

The next day was an all out avoid Bucky day. You weren’t sure you could take the questions and worried looks he was sure to give you. Instead, you decided that what you needed was time away from such temptation. And so, you went in to ask Steve for an overseas long assignment.

“You sure about this one, Y/N. It’s a 9 month solo mission. It’s going to be long and it’s going to be lonely.”

“Yes. I’m sure. I need some time to myself.”

Steve looked at you with understanding and pity. He could see how you felt about Bucky even if he couldn’t get his best friend to see it as well.

“Alright,” he said, “suit up. You leave in 2 hours.”

South Africa wasn’t the worst assignment. It wouldn’t take long for you to get the information you needed. And the separation from Bucky would be good for you.

You finished checking your last weapon and loaded it as well as a pair of throwing knives, a gift from Bucky, into your duffle before looking around your room one more time.

You headed to the door and almost made it out until the picture of you and Bucky on your dresser made you stop. Picking it up you smiled at the memory of the minor league baseball game you’d attended together. You had won tickets and no one else was available that night. When you’d offered the tickets to Bucky you couldn’t believe that he said yes! It was the true start of your friendship, talking about life and how much it had changed for him but also how little it had changed for you. He couldn’t believe it when you started singing all the words to “I’ll never smile again”.

“You think I don’t know music? I’m quite cultured, Mr. Barnes!” You had said with a laugh.

“I never said you weren’t, sweetheart!”

Coming back out of your revelry with a start you put the picture back down on the dresser and turned to the door. You were going to get over this infatuation, even if it killed you. Supposedly time heals all wounds. Well you weren’t sure if there was ever going to be enough time but you could get distance.

…

Hours later Bucky came in to tell you about the relationship problems he was having with the girl from reception. She just didn’t seem to understand him and kept picking fights. You had become his confidant and had saved his relationship once before so would most likely be able to do it again.

He was almost to your room when he noticed your door was ajar. Slowing he moved closer and pushed it in silently. The room was neat and quiet. Your bed folded nicely as though it was always that way.

Bucky knew that you never made your bed until you were right about to get in it. Or unless you were going on a trip.

Checking carefully he started to notice things missing. Your favorite slippers were gone. Your tooth brush and favorite stuffed animal turtle were also missing. All of the things that you felt you had to have with you were gone.

Then he saw the picture frame on the dresser. Picking it up he too smiled at the memory, then frowned. It was still here. You almost always took this with you. Why was it still here but everything else you held of value was gone.

“Friday, where is Y/N?”

“Miss Y/L/N has volunteered for a mission, sir.”

“Where?”

“That information is classified.”

“Okay, when will she be back?”

“That information is classified.”

“Alright, who else went on the mission,” he asked hoping whoever it was would have your back.

“All other Avengers are currently in the compound.”

“So she went by herself?” Bucky fumed.

“That information is classified.”

“Damn robots!”

Bucky stormed out and found Steve in the kitchen.

“Where did you send her, punk!

Steve didn’t even look up from his newspaper, knowing exactly what his best friend was talking about.

“She’ll be fine, Buck. She just needs some time to herself.”

“So send her to Fiji! Not a solo mission!!”

“This is her call Bucky. You’ve got to trust her.”

Bucky spun on his heel and headed to the computer lab. He knew he was being irrational but if no one else was going to look after your well-being then he was going to have to do it himself.

It took him all day but he finally unencrypted the files for your mission. You were to carry out a recon mission in Port Elizabeth on a supposed Hydra base. It was a far cry from Fiji but you wouldn’t be in immediate danger.

Still he came in everyday to check in on your reports and find out how the events in the country were progressing. He had even convinced Torres to help him set up notifications to his phone if something were to go wrong. He had, very nicely, threatened him with knives if he didn’t set up Stark’s satellite to keep an eye on you.

After three weeks he was really starting to miss your company. Every time he went out with Kris from reception he realized that she just wasn’t as interesting as you. They didn’t have the same camaraderie and chemistry as the two of you did.

So when his phone dinged at 2:30am he looked at the notification. It was a satellite image of you on your apartment porch drinking coffee. You seemed at ease and calm at your small table. Your hair down and wearing a long red dress. He went to the live feed of the satellite but when he did you weren’t there.

Bucky refreshed the page again thinking it may be just an error. But his rising heartbeat made him think differently. When the screen came back he noticed the upturned coffee mug and the newspapers on the ground.

Bucky flew from his bed and raced down the hall to the command room. Steve and Tony were already there, still in their pajamas.

“…it’s not as if she has a tracker in her, Stark!”

“Well maybe she should! Maybe we should make it a standard issue! Everyone gets a tracker! Friday! Make a note!”

“Yes sir.” replied the AI.

“Tony, we need to focus on the…”

“Where is she?!” Bucky growled.

Both men turned around in surprise. Steve recovered first, his eyes sympathetic for his friend’s worry. “We’re not sure, Buck. These images were only taken 4 hours ago.” He clicked to zoom in closer, “but we did get this.”

He zoomed all the way into the kitchen window behind where you’d sat drinking coffee, where a face reflected in the glass. Bucky looked on in rage, hands in tight fists, as the image became clearer and Zemo came into focus.

…

You awoke with a start, unaware of your surroundings. You sat on a bed in a bare room with a single one way mirror. A metal chair sat by the wall and you noticed no handle on the door. Trying to piece together what had happened you recalled your last memory.

A beautiful morning, the sun shining on the water, a freshly brewed cup of coffee. You sat in your apartment in Port Elizabeth, a pain in your neck…

“Zemo,” you whispered.

“Ah, you’re awake,” said the speaker above you. “I’m sorry about the dramatics but it was necessary. You’re a very important piece of the puzzle.”

“Let me guess,” you said as you rolled your eyes. “You don’t like the way the world is being saved by the Avengers and you think you could do better.”

“Actually I want something else, мой дорогой. I need you.”

“What?” you cried befuddled. “Why on earth would you need me?”

“Do you know what TX-39 is?”

“Yes, I have an entire codex of arbitrary numbers logged away in my brain,” you retorted.

Zemo didn’t pause at your sarcasm. “TX-39 is the compound used to create nucleotides that bond onto nerve endings. By doing so they suspend brain signals stopping all neuro function and rendering the subject immoble. Something you have experienced first hand. By combining a nanotech inhibitor with this nerve ending your subject’s direct motor function is now open to...suggestions.”

You sat astounded as you registered what he had told you. You looked down at your hands but you didn’t feel different. There was no way something like this could work.

“What better way to get rid of a super soldier than to create your own?” Zemo said. You felt a slight buzz in your spine as you stood up quickly trying to resist. Running to the mirror you pulled back your arm, ready to punch your way out, but an inch from the glass your arm stopped. “Ironic that the Soldat will come to save you, only to be the one who needs to be saved.” With that you felt the electricity in your spine disappear and your body was your own again.

Frustration built within you as you sat back on the bed for a moment processing his statement. Your face became more and more incredulous until finally you burst out laughing. You continued laughing harder and harder at the absurdity of Zemo’s reasoning.

“You think I’m the one he is going to come after,” you laughed. “You think you picked the right mouse for your trap? You’re going to wait a long time if you think he’s going to come and get me.”

During your first few weeks away you had missed Bucky fiercely. Leaving him behind so abruptly had felt like severing a part of yourself, but the last few weeks had been good for you. You had forgotten what it was like to rely on yourself. You had grown into yourself again and had realized how little Bucky had actually cared for you when he never came to find you. He hadn’t so much as picked up the phone after you had left. It was as if you had never existed in the first place.

“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.You picked the wrong mouse, Zemo. ”

“We’ll see, дорогой,” and with a click he was gone.

Your brain shifted in and out of the conversation with Zemo. Looking down at your hands, you prayed it wasn’t true. You knew that what had happened at the window was real but you didn’t want to believe it. You had been turned into a weapon to hurt your friends. To hurt Bucky.

Crossing your arms over your chest you laid down on the bed, rolled over to face the wall, and cried.

…

Avengers Compound

“There is a five mile radius around Agent Y/L/N last known location,” said Fury. “Two man teams will sweep the area in a grid formation while the drones scan for energy signatures. Any questions?”

All those around the table sat silent, but nodded confirmation of their understanding of the objective. Fury looked around the room, “This mother fucker took one of ours and I wanna know why. Let’s get going.”

Bucky stood up from the table and made his way out of the room to the Quinjet hangar. Steve pulled on his arm before entering the plane. “I know what’s going through your mind right now Buck, but we are going to get her back”.

Bucky looked at the ground before raising his eyes to his friend. “He knew how to get to me, Steve. He always knows where to hurt me. He couldn’t use you. You’re too difficult to overpower. So he had to pick her. I just,” Bucky wasn’t sure how to finish his thought. Words never came easily to him and he wasn’t sure he could really express what he was feeling. “I just want her safe.”

After you had left Bucky felt hollow inside. He hadn’t realized how much joy you brought to his day with your smiles and jokes. Always knowing what to say, or at least, what he needed to hear. Your departure made him realize he needed you. Boarding the jet Bucky knew that no matter what happened he was going to tell you how he felt.

…

The team had been sweeping through the city for what felt like hours and there still hadn’t been any developments. Walking through another alleyway Bucky scanned the cobblestone streets. He was beginning to lose hope at ever finding you at all when he saw an uneven line in between two buildings.

Pressing his comm link he called out, “Steve, I’ve got something. I’m going to check it out.”

“Bucky, wait for backup. We’ll come to you.”

Feeling along the wall Bucky felt a draft between the cracks. Unholstering the gun at his hip he pushed against the wall feeling it give way.

“I’m going in. Follow my location.”

“Bucky, wait!” Steve called.

Bucky ignored his calls and continued down the dimly lit hall. The walls opened up to a staircase leading down to a command room. The musky scent of decay and scotch filled Bucky’s nostrils.

“Privet, Soldat,” Zemo called from the darkness.

Bucky whirled around to find nothing.

“Have you come for your little mouse?”

Still searching, Bucky said nothing as the sound came from a different corner of the room.

“Have you realized how much you miss her?”

Bucky circled again, coming up to a window.

“I wonder what it is? Is it her sweetness that draws you? Or her willingness to see you for more than the killer you are?”

Bucky frowned. Zemo was playing with him.

“Or have you realized that her fire is what draws you to her? She does have a talented tongue. I’ve seen her put it to good use,” Zemo provoked. “I have enjoyed having her in my company, but it seems you really never appreciated her spirit, did you?”

Bucky continued searching the room as Zemo continued his monologue. Coming up to the computer he saw a paused video feed. It played as soon as he stepped forward.

Bucky saw you in a room, still in your red sundress. Your hair was matted and you had the look in your eye of anger and exasperation. When you spoke, Bucky felt the wind rush out of his lungs.

“Bucky doesn’t care about me,” you said sardonically. “He never has. We are barely even friends.”

“A pity she never saw you care, but I suppose it’s only fair that you tell her now.”

The door beside the window clicked open with a beep. You came out of the cell with a look of wary surprise on your face. “Bucky?”

“Now is your moment, Sergeant Barnes. Why not tell her how you feel before it's too late,” called Zemo.

Bucky holstered his gun and walked toward you. “Y/N? Are you okay? Come on, let's get out of here.”

He grabbed your hand and turned to go but you were rooted to the spot. Your breathing became heavy as you felt the tingling sensation in your spine again.

“Bucky, I need you to leave,” you cried, dread dripping from your voice.

“What? No,sweetheart, come on! I’m not leaving you.”

“Bucky, I…” you started.

“Last chance to declare yourself, Soldat.”

Looking up in anger, Bucky yelled. “Shut up, Zemo. I’m not performing for you-” Bucky’s head turned in surprise as you punched him across the face. “What the hell, Y/N?”

“It wasn’t me!” you cried as you dropped and kicked his legs out from under him.

Bucky rolled over quickly to pick himself up as you followed him swinging punches at his head and kicks to his stomach. Your moves were both erratic and efficient as they landed multiple times. It was all Bucky could do to block your assault and move out of the way.

“This isn’t me!” you cried again between punches. “Zemo is controlling me with nanotech!”

Bucky threw up an arm to block your punch before flipping you around by your arm and pressing you to the wall. He didn’t want to hurt you but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t the most comfortable position.

“It’s okay, Y/N. We’re going to get you out of this.”

Your foot kicked his leg and you pushed yourself over and around his head and away from the wall. Grabbing the knife at his hip as you slipped out of his grip, you threw it into his thigh.

Bucky looked at you in surprise and annoyance. “Sorry!” you winced. Pulling the knife from his leg he tossed it to the floor.

“Look, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere, but try not to kill me, okay?”

“It’s not like I’m doing this on purpose Bucky!” you huffed as you charged at him.

“Well I’m just trying to get you out of the problem you put yourself in!” You had grabbed another knife and went to stab him. Bucky caught the knife and twisted your hand but the knife snagged your dress and tore the skirt as you fought to wrestle it away.

Your eyes flared with anger and the next punch you threw had a little extra heft in it.

“That I put myself in? How about you, Mr. Barge-into-a-room-with-no-back-up!”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I thought you liked being saved! Although you’re one to talk! You came on a mission without backup!” Bucky rolled across the computer console out of the way of your next kick, getting agitated at your attitude.

“Because I needed space!” you yelled as you followed him around the computer desk.

“Space? Space from what?” Bucky yelled back, actually throwing a punch that you easily evaded.

“You! You idiot!” it burst out of you as you came up swinging before pushing him to the ground.

Bucky looked up at you with his eyes wide. You had him straddled under your legs. Bucky brought his arms up to block your punches while he tried to talk to you.

“Why would you need space from me? I don’t understand. You left without warning, without saying goodbye! Your mission was classified so I had to hack F.R.I.D.A.Y to even find out where you were!”

Your body was starting to fatigue from the strain of the fight as you continued to land blow after blow. You were fit and well trained but because your body was not your own you were blowing through energy rapidly. Your breaths were coming in short gasps as your chest heaved at each punch. If you kept this up, you weren’t sure how much time you would have before your body gave out entirely.

“Y/N, you left a huge gap! You were my best friend and then you were gone! You wouldn’t even talk to me before you left! You didn’t tell me you were leaving. I couldn’t even call you because the mission was supposed to be classified!”

Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe the hopelessness you felt, but you gave him everything you had left as you pummeled into him. Frustration over your situation, frustration at him, frustration at yourself built up inside you.

“I WILL NOT BE YOUR STAND IN! I will not be second best. I can’t look on anymore as you find someone smaller, cuter, littler to fit perfectly into your life! I deserve to be wanted! I deserve to be desired!” you screamed at the man beneath you as tears streamed down your cheeks.

Bucky finally bucked his hips and flipped you under him, pinning your hands to the ground next to your head.

“Get off of me! Let me go!” you had finally had enough. The damn had broken and your emotions and insecurities raged inside you. Your body pulled and twisted to break free from his grip.

“You do deserve to be desired,” Bucky said calmly as he caged you beneath him. “You are nobody's stand in. You’re perfect just as you are.” He wanted to say more but it was all he could do to keep you pinned under him.

The team burst down into the control room to see you openly weeping and Bucky on top of you.

“Nat, I need you to put an electric burst in my arm.” Bucky said looking up.

“I’m sorry, you what?” asked Nat.

“Just do it!” he said as you fought harder against him.

With a nod from Steve, Nat waved her baton and zapped Bucky’s arm causing both of you to scream in pain. When your body finally stopped seizing, the lack of adrenaline and the pain and fatigue caught up to you and you passed out in Bucky’s arms.

“You want to explain why I just pushed fifty thousand volts through you two?”

“Zemo infected her with some kind of nano tech. She hasn’t been in control this entire time.”

Steve scanned around the room. “Alright team, fan out. See if you can find out where Zemo went. I want teams down here with sat links up in 30 minutes.”

Bucky circled the gears around in his arm to get it up and running again before scooping you carefully off the ground.

“Buck, get her on the next jet out. Dr. Cho and Banner will be waiting for you to get back.”

…

For the second time you woke up in an unfamiliar place, and struggled to get your bearings. You felt like you’d been run over by a pick up truck and tumbled through a dryer.

Feeling slowly returned to your hands as your eyes opened and your vision cleared. You were in one of the medical rooms at the compound you realized.

“Look who decided to wake up,” said a gruff voice.

Turning your head you saw Bucky sitting in the chair beside you. He looked fresh and his eyes twinkled at you.

“Bucky,” you croaked as you tried to sit up.

“Woah there. You just relax. Your body is still trying to catch up from Zemo’s nanites.”

You slumped back down in the bed as Bucky leaned forward to take your hand.

“You had me worried there for a minute, doll. You’ve been sleeping for days. Wasn’t sure when you were going to pull through.”

“You doubt me, Barnes?”

“Not for a second, sweetheart, but I sure as hell missed you.” Bucky smiled, then looked down for a moment as if trying to find the right words. “We need to talk about why you left, Y/N.”

“No, Bucky, I...it doesn’t matter.” You say looking away. “It’s not important.”

“I don’t know, I’d say you thinking you don’t matter to me is pretty important.” You turned to look at him sharply, mouth open in a small gasp. “And I’d also say that you thinking I don’t find you desirable is pretty important too.”

You sat in shock as he spoke, not wanting to break the way you had during your fight.

“Y/N, you are perfect. You knew me before I even knew myself. You light up the whole room just by being in it. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. You are strong, independent, kind, and gentle. You’re like a tall Asgardian goddess. Every inch of you is beautiful. I thought back to the last time we talked...before you left, and I realized why you did. I know why you thought I wasn’t attracted to you. That night, Sam’s list,” he paused as if pained at the memory, “I didn’t add you because...well, because I was so confused at how I was feeling. You were my friend. I didn’t realize till it was too late that I was already falling in love with you. And I most definitely didn’t want to give Sam anymore ammunition.”

You looked up at him sharply when he dropped the L word.

Bucky stood to reposition himself on the edge of your bed. Taking your face in his hands he leans forward until your foreheads barely touch. “I didn’t want to ruin things with you. You were my friend. You were perfect and I thought you deserved better so I ran to find something that was everything you weren’t. You are my perfect fit. You are just right. You are the only person I want. Please tell me you’re mine. Please tell me I haven’t lost you.”

You brought your hand up to rest over his as you let his words wash over you.

He wanted you. He thought you were beautiful. All of you. All of the parts people had told you were too much: your height, your attitude, your independence - he wanted it all.

You did something that you wanted to do for months, you brought your lips up to his softly and gave him a chaste kiss. “I was always yours Bucky,” You pulled his hands down and pushed him away to look into his eyes, “but I won’t be taken for granted anymore. I shouldn’t have to leave for you to want me. I shouldn’t have to be gone for you to realize what you had. I left for a reason. It was to find peace with myself. I realized that I didn’t need your approval. I didn’t need your desire to be whole. I won’t settle for someone who can’t see what’s right in front of them. I know my worth.”

Bucky looked at you sorrowfully as he held onto your fingers, memorizing their shape. “I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I know, but it happened. I don’t need you to be happy, Bucky...” Bucky hung his head in dejection. “...But I do want you.”

Bucky looked up at you sharply to find your eyes full of love and warmth. You wanted him. Even after all that happened - how he forced you away, how he made you feel like you weren’t good enough, you were still willing to forgive him. You wanted him even with all his faults.

You brought him closer for another kiss and savored the way his lips fell across yours. Breaking away to look up at him you said what you had been holding in for months, “And I love you too.”

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A Truth Universally Acknowledged // Anthony Bridgerton

Request: Hi angel! I love all of your stories, especially your Bridgerton and work! Is there any way you could write something soft and fluffy for Anthony and a female reader! PLEASE AND THANK YOU - Anon.

A/N: I haven’t written for Anthony in what seems like forever! As much as I love Benedict, I do love writing Anthony fics. This isn't overly long, I just wanted to write something soft and fluffy that’s entirely domestic as well. I hope you all like! Title is a quote from the first line of Pride and Prejudice (further quotes from the book are in italics).

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.

Warnings: none - fluff, books, marriage, happy relationships, cute.

Word Count: 1.6k

The house is silent as Anthony strides through the waiting, open door. He nods his greeting to the Butler, Wilkins, before letting the weariness that had haunted him all day settle over his bones.

“Wilkins?” Anthony asks; no need to voice the question. Wilkins knows.

“Lady Bridgerton is in the Green-and-Gold, sir.”

Anthony smiles at the Butler. “You really do know everything.”

Wilkins smiles; nods his head. “It is my job, sir. Lady Bridgerton has already told me that you will take your final meal of the day in there, too.”

Anthony takes the stairs two at a time; refusing to accept his laboured breathing by the time he reaches the top. He was not an old man yet; he was still a very active man.

Turning left, he wanders blindly to the Green-and-Gold room named for the colour scheme of the walls and the furniture. His late grandmother had decorated the room; so fondly remembered by her ancestors that each refused to change a thing in the room save for any upholstering that needed to be done occasionally.

He finds you sitting on the left hand side of the room; the comfier side as argued by everyone who visits the room. Your legs are curled underneath you as your eyes pour over the page of an open book in your lap. From here, Anthony cannot possibly hazard a guess as to what you might be reading, but he feels a twinge of jealousy at the attention being paid to the book and not to him.

Well, love makes fools of us all, Anthony thinks to himself. “Darling,” Anthony greets in one single breath, as if the sight of you makes it all the easier for him to breathe.

“Darling,” You smile, standing from your seat, coming to greet the man you love with every fibre of your being. “How was your day?”

Anthony groans as he removes his jacket before tugging at the knot of his cravat. “Long,” He complains, struggling with the neckpiece. You smile at your husband, batting his hands away from his neck so you can take over. You feel the heat of his gaze as your hands work to do undo the knot he had tightened with a single tug; as the fabric unravels under your nimble fingers your husband reaches out to squeeze your waist.

“Thank you,” He whispers, voice full with an emotion you can’t quite decipher. Love? Weariness? A combination of both? Anthony looked ragged as you run your eyes over his face.

“I’m sorry that your day has been taxing, my love.”

“It’s all the better now that I’m here with you.”

“Flatterer,” You tease with no real heat behind your words. Anthony beams at you; eyes crinkling in the corners from the force of it as his hands tighten on your waist and his head dips to capture your lips in the kiss he has been thinking about for the better part of his day.

Breaking away, Anthony plants one, two, three kisses to your lips in quick, chaste succession leaving you breathless and highly amused. “How was your day?” He asks, curious as ever to find out what his wife does when he isn’t at home to distract you.

“Dull,” You answer plainly, enjoying the feel of Anthony’s strong arms around you.

“Dull?”

You purse your lips, thinking over your plans for the day so far. “I suppose dull doesn’t work. It hasn’t been dull at all.”

“Oh?”

“I’m only saying it because I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” He murmurs, kissing you once more. “What are you reading?” Anthony asks when he pulls away, spying the book laid delicately on the couch.

“Eloise let me borrow it. She gave me it when I called to see her this morning,” You answer, leaving the comfort of Anthony’s arms to take your seat on the couch.

“Darling, you know we have an entire library full of books, don’t you?”

Fixing him with an unimpressed look, you counter, “Your sister read this and thought of me. The least I could do is read it.”

“Alright,” Anthony sighs, knowing a losing battle when he sees one. “Budge up.”

“Pardon?”

Anthony gestures to the couch. “Make some room for me.”

A puzzled look settles across your face, but you follow the request, nonetheless, shifting on the couch so Anthony has room to sit down.

Anthony settles with his head on your lap; offering you a self-satisfied smile when you raise an eyebrow at him. “Comfy?” You ask, voice laced with humour.

“Very,” He responds. “Will you start from the beginning? I don’t want to miss anything.”

Chuntering about high maintenance husbands, you mark the page you got to before returning to the beginning. “Anything else before I begin?”

“Nothing… Oh, one thing.”

“That is?”

“I love you.”

Any previous ire you felt towards your husband disappears at those three magical words. The frustrated slant to your brow evens out as you reach out to stroke a hand through his hair and down the side of his face.

“I love you too,” You answer earnestly, feeling the power of the emotion running through you.

A peaceful look crosses Anthony’s face as your words sink into his skin like a balm on an open wound. He had felt neglectful lately; not spending as much time at home as he would have liked. He felt bad for leaving you so alone. Without children, you were your own companion throughout the day, and whilst you had both discussed having children, Anthony was to be left mildly vexed at the thought of you spending your days alone until a child was born.

The opening of parliament combined with Anthony’s seat in the House meant that he was spending more and more time in Westminster and less time with you.

A ratio Anthony was not fond of.

“I’m ready when you are,” He whispers; eyes focused on your face so he can watch every reaction and see every syllable leave your mouth.

Flashing an annoyed look at your husband, you take a deep breath and begin:

“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.”

“What?” Anthony asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hush,” You admonish half-heartedly before continuing.

“However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered as the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.”

“This author is a genius,” Anthony exclaims, his voice awed as he tries to catch a glimpse of the cover to see the author’s name. “Who wrote this?”

“Are you going to comment the whole way through? I’ve barely read two paragraphs.”

“Sorry, darling, but I have to know. Who wrote this?”

“Her name is Jane Austen.”

“Well Jane Austen is a genius. In two paragraphs she’s captured what it is like to be a single man with a fortune in and amongst the sharks with unattached daughters.”

“Sharks?” You ask, highly amused at your husband’s words.

“Mothers,” Anthony shudders, remembering what it was like to go through so many seasons still unmarried. A Viscount with two seats of power combined with a hefty ancestral fortune – many mothers didn’t care whether Anthony would love their daughters; they simply wanted a fortuitus marriage that would leave them set for life.

Anthony thanks any and all gods and deities out there that he found his love match in you. You had taken him by surprise; Anthony had already resigned himself to a season with countless mothers forcing their daughters onto his arm. Until one evening early into the season, he had been listening to Gregory whine about the workload at Eton when his eyes met yours from across the room. In a total state of cliché, Anthony met your gaze, and he knew. He knew that he was going to spend the rest of his life loving you, worshipping you. He knew that whatever his future held, you would be right there weathering it alongside him. In a single glance from across the room, he knew.

You were married before the season finished; a special licence dispensed after a favour from the Archbishop called in. Anthony couldn’t wait; didn’t want to wait – he wanted to start the rest of his life with you as soon as possible.

Your light laughter breaks Anthony out of his reverie. “They aren’t all that bad,” You argue. “I suspect you’ll be worse than me when it comes to our children.”

Anthony snorts; doubting your words but loving the way you speak so openly about your hopeful future family. Clearing your throat, you continue to read on.

Anthony settles further into your lap; letting the calmness of your voice wash over him. After a moment of watching the concentration on your face, Anthony lets his eyes slip closed. He has no intention of falling asleep; he simply wants to enjoy this moment to its fullest.

“Mr Bingley was good looking and gentlemanlike; he had a pleasant countenance, and easy, unaffected manners. His sisters were fine women, with an air of decided fashion. His brother-in-law, Mr Hurst, merely looked the gentleman; but his friend Mr Darcy soon drew the attention of the room by his fine, tall person, handsome features…”

A snore interrupts your rendition of Pride and Prejudice. Pausing mid-sentence, you look down to your lap where Anthony has fallen asleep so peacefully. Smiling softly at the man, you close the book, placing it to one side before running a hand through Anthony’s ever-unruly hair. He hums contentedly, pushing his head further into your hand as you begin to scratch at his scalp.

As you watch Anthony doze dreamily, you feel your eyes lose the fight against the growing tiredness. Your hand stills in Anthony’s hair as you fall asleep alongside your husband, utterly content at the path your life has taken considering it led you to him.

*****

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Forever In Your Arms

SUMMARY: Loki's over controlling tendency come to bite him in the ass but still--he gets what wants. CHARACTERS: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader (Established Relationship) WARNINGS: Mention of Alcohol Consumption. Profanities. Darcy being Darcy (Darcy Supremacy!!). Loki being Loki. WORDS: 5,973

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Since Loki had given you the promise ring, things had become easier for the two of you. But one thing Loki had noticed was you holding up in what exactly you want to have planned for your own wedding. What you believe would be a year from when he had given the ring, was only just months in Loki's own plan.

He had an unconventional plan and working in the business as long as he had, he had learned to make the most out of the resources he has. Now he has a special use for his ever efficient but far too mouthy for her own good secretary—Darcy Lewis.

"Let me get this straight, Mr. Laufeyson." Darcy had sat in front of his desk, almost in mortification at his plan. "You want me to be your little spy for her?" Darcy inquired.

He sighed momentarily regretting asking her to do this for him.

"You two are joining Jane in wedding planning? I just want you to take note on what she likes and what she doesn't." He explained. "You are not to speak about this to her, to Jane, nor to Thor. This is just a secret between you and I."

It was a dangerous proposition, Loki had known as much. At the end of the day, Darcy's loyalty was with you and with Jane. Having her keep something so important was going to be hard. More so knowing what his intentions were at the end and something he was yet to tell his secretary.

"You're planning the wedding for her or something?" She questioned.

"Oh no, you're planning it for me." He smirked seeing the surprise that now painted her face. "If you could give me all the information of what she would want for her own wedding, and give me a complete plan for it, I am giving you a complete month off, fully paid and I'm even gonna throw in an all-expense paid vacation if she agrees to everything you've compiled."

This was a bribe of the highest order and this was the only bribe he had made that he was nervous for. How ironic knowing how many public officials and high ranking police officers he had bribed in his life. Every single one of those men and women had taken the money if it means there wouldn't get a bullet through their head courtesy of Loki. But with Darcy, it wasn't like he could shoot her between the eye if she refuses.

"One condition, you convince Y/N that I'm the maid-of-honor, then we got ourselves as deal."

Shaking the woman's hand, it was the first plan finally in motion. It was now time for him to execute his side of the plan.

~

"So, are you gonna buy me some earrings, Loki?" Sylvie had teased as the siblings had made their way to the jewelry shop.

All eyes were on them, it was closing time after all--but knowing it was Loki that would be coming, it was best for them to be open until he was satisfied with his purchase. There were no longer customers in the constantly packed shop, but a few handful of the salesperson and manager waiting for his beck and call.

"Not this time." Loki smirked at his youngest sister. Making his way to the case that displayed the most expensive array of rings. You had a cheap promise ring on, and he now wanted to go all out on the engagement ring as well as the wedding rings.

Just imagining the shock you would have for the ring, it already brought a bubble of excitement into him. Just to see the twinkle in your eyes as you see the rings he would have chosen before going full lecture on how expensive it was. Knowing it would take a lot of convincing on his part, but you'll love it once they're wrapped around your finger.

"You and Y/N have the same size of ring finger?" Loki had pointed out, smirking and knowing Sylvie was most often used as his test dummy for whenever he would be shopping for jewelry for you.

"I don't know if I have to cut of my finger for you to stop using me." Sylvie snorted as she had begun to look through rings on display. "I think we're in the wrong section. Thought you two don't have any plans getting married."

"Miscommunication on our part." Loki brushed off, not wanting to be brought back to that dark part of your relationship. "I'm going to propose in a few weeks."

"Look at you and Thor. Finally getting married. Try convincing Y/N to make me the maid-of-honor, will you?" She grinned before turning to the manager to ask for their most expensive set of rings.

Loki could only wonder how Sylvie would fight with Darcy in convincing you to have them be your maid-of-honor. He did not want to get himself involved with it whatsoever. He would have to ask you to deal with it and manage whatever you would dish out on him if the time was to come.

~

Your hands and your feet were aching. For once, you were thankful for the driver Loki would often have to drive you home if he wasn't available. You didn't have to worry about driving all on your own or the nightmare that was New York's traffic. Having someone to drive you was a momentary blessing you never thought you needed.

Opening the door, you were welcomed with the sight of Loki arranging an array of food on the table. Food that you knew perfectly well that you couldn't finish with Loki all on your own.

"Before you ask, my mother had a taste testing for one of her parties, she thought she'd give me some for us to sample." He explained pulling the chair for you.

You were far too tired to even think about the questions your brain was adamant on asking your boyfriend. The sight of handful of samplings, your stomach betrayed you as both of you dug in to the food. Amongst the appetizers and main courses, you had your favorite and it was something if ever the time comes would want to be added to the reception of your own wedding.

"I think I'd go for the Salmon or the Steak for main course." You pointed out offhandedly.

"Dessert?" Loki had asked, now taking hold of your hand.

A smile was on your face at how easy it was for him to rile you up, how his touch sent comfort after everything you had done for the day. Ironic to know that this were the same hand that would bring nothing but death on whoever he saw fit. You never saw that side of him in its full capacity and you hope you never will in the near future.

"Will your mother be offended if I say I prefer our cheesecake over this?" You asked sheepishly.

"I don't think she will." Loki smirked kissing your hand before standing up. It surprised you, how easy the conversation had been flowing between you and your fiancé that you didn't even realize that the food was long gone and Loki had now ordered you to sit and enjoy your wine while he cleans up.

"How did the wedding planning go with Jane and Darcy?" Loki had inquired from the kitchen.

Taking both of your glasses to the kitchen, you flopped yourself onto the marbled island to have a good view of Loki as he started washing the dished, a very good view of his backside that you somehow never get tired of.

"If I'm being honest, I think I'm more stressed that Jane all throughout planning. I love Darcy, don't get me wrong, but she was instigating things when we're not even planning our own wedding just yet." You pointed out.

From flowers to decoration, Jane's decision had been a breeze but when Darcy had it out for you, even Jane was in on it. If you didn't know them any better, you would believe that the two of them were also planning your own wedding to Loki behind your back. Shaking your head, you took another sip of your wine, eyes still glued to Loki's ass and washing away today's stress.

"I don't think Ms. Lewis means any harm. You know how nosey she could be." He points out, back still facing you. "And I think it's a good thing that you're joining them along, at least when we do plan our own wedding, it's gonna be less stressful for the both of us if you already know what you want."

"But I want you to be there with me." You pouted. If you were to plan your wedding you wanted Loki to be with you. It wasn't just your special day, it was also his.

"My Love," He turned just in time to catch you checking up your ass. "Were you just staring at my ass?" he smirked.

Looking away, you ignored his question and took another sip of your wine. You will not, for the life of you, admit such a thing. Looking away, you had not noticed Loki not standing right in front of you, in between your legs, a smile on his face as his wet hands cupped your cheeks, you squealed at the surprising cold hands that turned to face your head towards him.

"I will ignore that for now." he assures with a wink and the fact that your cheeks now grow warm because of the information. “The only thing I would want in our wedding is you, walking down the aisle towards me as you say the words I do. I don’t care about the other implications that would come with that. You can spend a fortune or bargain the cheapest deals, I don’t care. As long as you are there, marrying no one else but me.”

Blinking away the tears that started to fall you did what you do best.

“You’re getting a blowjob tonight.” You promised him and the way his eyes brighten was all you had to do to momentarily forget about whatever had happened today and focus on giving your boyfriend the best head he ever has since the two of you started dating.

It was more of a stress reliever for you than it was to him.

~

“If I’m being honest, I think the ball gown style looks better on Y/N and the Mermaid one looks better on you, Jane.” Darcy had started as the both of you had sat on the couch alongside Hela and Sylvie that had also joined along in helping Jane pick out a dress. Frigga wasn’t able to join as she had something she needed to handle with Loki—or so Hela had explained and Sylvie could care less about at this point.

The fact that the sisters were nodding and almost encouraging in whatever Darcy has planned for the day already had you dreading the rest of the day and what was to come. You should have accepted the bottle of champagne offered by today’s consultant.

This was the second store they had made their way to, and Jane had been struggling to find her dress and you could understand why. As much as you and Darcy would be supportive of whatever choice she may have on her dress, the same could not be said about Hela and Sylvie that would do anything and everything to nitpick on her dress and further diminish Jane’s excitement for dress shopping.

It brought your own fears now, knowing when it was time for you to have your turn of finding a perfect dress, would you also be enduring the same predicament as Jane was right now.

“It’s getting boring, when is she coming out?” Hela groaned head laid on the side of the coach you four had sat on, waiting for Jane to finally head out to finally see what she had picked up.

“Maybe I should find something for her?” Sylvie voice out enthusiastically which earned a groaned from both you and Darcy.

“For once I can go behind that instead of sitting around and doing nothing.”

As the sisters stood, Darcy was quick to pull the sisters back down on to where they sat beside you.

“You two sit your asses down.” Darcy snapped which genuinely surprised you. You’ve seen a very well stressed Darcy before, all thanks to your moody boyfriend, but this—this actually takes the cake and the deathly glare she was sending the sisters had earned a shiver down her spine. “Alright, so I’m not gonna hear another pip for you two from now on. Whatever Jane picks up, you smile and fucking agree, no more bitching and complaining that lace or satin doesn’t look good on her, understand?”

Darcy genuinely got to the sisters as they were left speechless and agreeing without another word. You’re gonna make sure Darcy is with you when you plan your wedding, God know you’re gonna need her if it ever comes to this.

“And you.” She points towards you, eyes still glaring. “Go on and try a ball gown or something.”

And somehow you just found yourself following one of the bridal consultant and doing just as she told you. Okay, you’re taking back what you said about making use of Darcy—she was even more assertive than you could be when she needed to be.

Eventually with the sisters keeping their opinions to themselves, Jane had finally found herself a dress and with how easily she was able to do so, she had noticed you were missing and it was something she had pulled Darcy away from the sisters to ask about.

“Why are you making Y/N try on a dress?” Jane had asked as the sisters had now been given free rein to roam around the boutique for dresses.

“No reason.” Darcy smirked, almost satisfied with her plan working to her favor, she kept the sister quiet for the rest of the day and you were now also trying on dresses without another protest like you had done in the first shop.

“Darcy.” Jane’s tone grows more serious and Darcy just had a looser lips.

“Fine.” Darcy sighed hoping Loki wouldn’t find out about Jane finally knowing. “Loki is making me plan their wedding and that’s what I’ve been doing since we started planning for your wedding—and I’m sorry, I know it’s your big day and all, but I just thought it was kind of sweet that Loki, the same dude that once vowed to never have any commitments in his life found Y/N.”

“Darcy!” Jane scolded.

“What? I’m doing Y/N a favor and getting paid by Laufeyson too!”

“This is so wrong on so many levels, I don’t really care if you help her do it alongside me, it would have been fine with me to have to endure all of this together, but she doesn’t know. She should know, Darcy!”

“What am I supposed to do?” Darcy questioned. “Laufeyson’s gonna kill me if he finds out I didn’t do this, and Y/N’s gonna kill me if I tell her now.”

“Tell me about what?”

Both of them turned to see the sight of you. A shared gasped escaped their lips at the beaming smile on your face. Darcy was wrong about the ball gown, you looked stunning in the fitted mermaid dress with a hint of green on the dress.

You looked beautiful and for the first time, you don’t feel any hesitation or annoyance for being forced to wear dresses when you’re not even the one that was going to be married in a few months. You were beaming from ear to ear and without even trying to find the perfect dress for you.

“I may or may not have told your Uncle we were dress shopping and I may or may not have had told him I forced you to try on a few pairs.”

“Darcy!” You scolded but you weren’t mad, maybe this was a good thing, you already found a perfect dress, and maybe once Thor and Jane are done with their own wedding, your own wedding planning would begin.

Well, you do still have to wait for Loki to actually propose, but the promise ring on your finger was a good indication that it would be happening soon—sooner than you actually thought it would.

~

“Did the dress shopping go well?” Loki had asked the moment you had made your way to his office. A smile was on his face all throughout.

There was this sparkle in your eyes as you had made your way to your office—a rare occurrence since most of your time had been spent with working in the café, helping Jane with her wedding had somehow ease your schedule a little bit.

There was a skip in your step. The sight of you in his green sweater and skin tight jeans already has his mouth drooling. There was always something about you in his clothes that makes him go feral. He marked his territory of you without even trying and it was just refreshing to see at this point. The one good thing in his life worth fighting for.

“Yeah.” You smiled making your way towards him.

Loki didn’t need to ask as he pushed himself away from his desk and immediately welcome you onto his lap. His hands wrapped around your waist, head nestled against the swells of your breast and you had your arms around his head in a hug. A perfect position he could ever be in all his life.

“Was Sylvie and Hela a menace throughout?” He inquired, one of the many reasons his two sisters were not made aware of his plan how meddling the two of them could be if the mood arises for the two of them.

“You don’t want to know.” You muttered, sighing as Loki slipped his cold hands under the sweater you wore. “Darcy surprisingly put the two back in their place and I don’t know if I should be scared of relieved about it.”

“I’m sure Darcy is just being a good friend to Jane. I can’t hope my sisters were much help in that department.” Loki pointed out.

“You’re not wrong.” You agreed. “Darcy even had me try on a few dresses too.”

Loki knew, Darcy had placed the order under his credit card when no one was looking, and one thing Darcy had made sure you didn’t know about was the price and for whatever you had chosen he knew very well it was worth it from the smile on your beautiful face.

“So will we be consulting with another episode of Say Yes to the Dress or did you find anything for our own wedding?” He inquired hoping he wasn’t toeing too far to be obvious.

“I actually found one and it looks pretty good on me, if I do say so myself.” You smirked scratching Loki’s scalp and earning a groaned from him in the process. “Without even trying I think I have actually found my dress. I just hope that when it’s my turn to pick up the dress it’s still available.”

“I’m sure it will. You’re getting married to me, so I doubt they’ll place it off the rack.”

“You are not to use your power or fucking influence on anyone during our wedding planning, you hear me?” You warned and if you only knew what had been happening for the past few weeks his power and influence had been on turbo just to make things perfect for you.

“I can’t make any promises I can’t keep.” He spoke and it was as honest as he could get at this point.

“At least try for me.” You plead hands now coming to slide towards his suited chest. Pulling away from the comfort of your chest, he looked right back towards you and he was weak under your gaze.

“I’ll try.” He whispered before pulling you into a heated kiss and hopefully making you forget about Jane’s wedding planning for a good while for now and distract you further from the fact that your own wedding was also in the works.

~

To some, having a mobster boyfriend-slash-fiancé would be considered a perk, there are a rare times that you could admit as such. As you, Darcy, and Jane now enjoy the girl’s only day at the bar Loki owns, a part of you knew it wasn’t just from Loki’s kind of heart, it was more on the line of his jealousy of any man that could possibly come your way without him to watch over you.

Jane’s wedding was a week from now and all three of you had decided to go on ahead with the Bachelorette Party now to make room for the last minute things needed for the wedding—not that Jane really needed any more help with how lavish everything was. It was all thanks to Darcy that was now really enjoying taking her much needed day off to relax and unwind.

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s a natural trait of theirs or they’re all just paranoid.” Darcy had whispered to you as your eyes now followed to where she was looking.

Sylvie and Hela were in the VIP Section of the club, to an untrained eye, one would believe they were just a bunch of rich snobs that was above everyone else—they were, in a sense, but from what you could see from where you were sitting, they had a few mobster wives in the section. They were talking business.

You had always thought about when you marry Loki if you would be expected to run the family business with the rest of his clan. Jane was, technically working for them, as she was Thor and Hela’s secretary and she knew far more than you that only has a knack for pastries and auditing the books.

“Maybe both.” You finally told Darcy with a shrug, a sip of your gin and tonic.

The party between the three of you was still raging on and with you having the day off from the café as well, you want to be plastered just as much as the two were planning on being for the night.

For what felt like hours, aside from your signature drink, Darcy had fueled you and Jane with shots upon shots of tequila and what little inhibitions the two of you still had now magically melted away as all three of you had now joined in the growing crowd in the dance floor.

“I’m getting married!” Jane’s announcement had you and Darcy burst out laughing supporting her in the chaos of the crowd now also celebrating Jane’s impending marriage to Thor Odinson.

The dancing and the amount of alcohol in your system must have gotten the better of you and eventually when you could barely remember how, you have arrived to your senses when Loki had come to pick you up from the bar. Thor had the role of handling his fiancé and surprisingly, Sylvie was there for the far too intoxicated and giggly Darcy, who now had her arms wrapped around the youngest Laufeydottir.

“See you at your wedding tomorrow, Y/N!” Darcy spoke making your jerk your head towards Darcy then towards Loki that had now glared daggers at his assistant.

Before you could even question what your best friend had spoken, you were practically manhandled into Loki’s waiting car. His Jaguar purring as dangerously as its owner. Buckling you onto the passenger seat, you watched from the window as Darcy giggled at whatever Jane was saying even at the look of shock in the siblings’ faces that came with it.

“Ready to go home, My Love?”

Turning to face Loki, the familiar smile broke from your lips as you nodded eagerly—knowing fully well what would be coming to you the moment you head home with him.

You were content in the silence of the car ride, for once—even in your drunken state, felt content in the silence of the ride, the usually throat clearing from Loki from time to time, and the low hum of the car’s engine that also brought the oh so familiar heat to your core.

Eventually, finally arriving back to your shared apartment, Loki had made quick work of lifting you bridal style into your shared bathroom, to help you with washing away the remains of the night’s party. Loki promptly sitting you on the marbled sink top before he took hold of your makeup remover wipes—something you were thankful for him doing for you.

Standing in between your spread legs, you smiled down at him, at how gentle he was wiping your face. This man, who brutally controls New York held you so gently like a fragile flower. This was the complexity of the man and what made you fall so madly in love with him for years. Nothing brings you greater joy than knowing that you’re going to marry him one day and nothing in this world matters more to you than him just as much as nothing matters to him more than you.

“I want five kids.” You announced while Loki continued on cleaning you up.

“Why is that, My Love?” He smiled indulging your drunken words.

“I want a big family. Full of love from me and you.” You smiled already imagining Loki, holding on your first baby together, how his hands that had always caused death and pain could eventually create life with you. “I want them to look just like you, but they should never for the life of them be as moody as you, I might not keep up with it.”

“And you are not alone in that sentiment, My Love.” He snorts finally throwing the wipes onto the bin, before lifting you back up under your underarms and gently placing you back down onto your feet—only now realizing you didn’t have your high heels anymore and Loki once again overtowers you.

“But I want them to be kind just like you.” You added, holding onto his hand before pulling him back to your bedroom to sleep for the night.

“I don’t think kindness is the best way to describe me, My Love.” Loki points out.

“But you are!” You protest finally letting go of his hand and turning to face him with the familiar grin on your face. “Stop selling yourself short, you idiot. I wouldn’t have loved you if you weren’t kind.”

“Here I thought you loved me for other things.”

“Pervert.”

“Still love me for it, Y/N.” He snorts.

“My pussy knows far too well.” You jabbed right back.

Still facing him you slipped off your dress to reveal what laid underneath. His favorite green laced lingerie set. From the erections slowly forming on your boyfriend’s trousers, you got the reaction you were waiting for him. The discomfort of the bloody lace all night was worth it.

“What am I ever going to do with you?” Loki sighed stepping closer to you, hands falling towards your ass and pushing you further into his fully erect cock still in the confinements of his trousers. “This is the life I never thought I would want to have.”

“Me, drunk and in this skimpy lace?” You teased grinning at the light slap he gave your ass.

“Among other things, My Love.” He smiled looking back down at you with the familiar smile on his face. “I never thought I would finally start a family and be lucky enough to start it with you.”

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you appreciated his sentiments. The life he had to live was something he had to endure all on his own. A family that had been dysfunctional from the start and only he could have saved from permanent damnation. With all that Loki had sacrificed, it was only time he had his own little slice of happiness in his life.

“I’m the lucky one.” You pointed out. “My future husband is the kindest, most wonderful man I had ever had the chance of meeting in my life. I’m excited to walk down the aisle with to you and spend the rest of my boring life with you.”

He smiled cupping your cheeks, and the familiar glint was in his eyes that always took your breath away.

“Will you marry me tomorrow?” He asked.

The questioned had made you giggle. Patience wasn’t always Loki’s best attitude, but you wouldn’t think it was this severe. But at the sudden seriousness of his features, was he serious.

“Loki, you can’t be serious right now.” As the words slowly try to sink in, Darcy’s earlier words at the bar and everything she had been doing for the past few weeks has finally made sense to you. “Oh my God, you fucking made Darcy plan my wedding for me?!”

Just like that, all the alcohol had left your body at the realization of Loki’s plans all along.

“I am not going to marry you tomorrow or any other day before Thor and Jane’s wedding.” You declared. “And I’m not fucking marrying you just because you did this for me.”

“And why the hell not?”

“You can’t just steal this moment from Jane and Thor.” You snapped. “I’m not gonna fucking let you. And you will not take the opportunity away from me of planning my own fucking wedding with you.”

“You’re making this difficult when it really shouldn’t be.”

“Me?” You screamed. “How the fucking hell and high waters am I making this difficult, Laufeyson.”

Eyes wide, Loki’s stupidity knows no bound as he falls to his knees in front of you. Hand holding on to a green velvet box and you know perfectly well what it contains.

“Stop.” You immediately cover Loki’s mouth before he could make you change your mind with his proposal. “Not like this, Loki. Not when I’m drunk and half naked. I don’t want you to propose to me because you feel obligated to do so after everything we’ve both been through.”

You held onto the velvet box that was still in his shaky grasp. You held onto what little strength you had left in your body to not open the box and see the ring he had brought for you.

“Marry me when we are both good and ready.”

“I am always been ready to marry you.” He whispered. “The first moment you had pointed that mop at me when I first saw you all those years ago in the café, you were always bound to me, body and soul. The only woman that is capable to ever keep up with a bastard like me. I had been good and ready the moment you said you loved me, the moment you had given me my second chance. When you said that no matter what I chose to do with my life and with this business you will always stand by my side through thick and thin.”

You smiled, remembering all the good and the bad in your relationship, through the ups and downs, you always had each other.

“We’ve lived as husband and wife for years, lived through our vows long before we even realized we both wanted marriage in our lives.”

You nodded, knowing the simplest things in your home together—the domestic bliss of the life you had made for yourself with Loki. Away from the café, and away from the gang he had created for himself here in New York.

“I can’t live another day knowing you are not married to me, when you do not carry my name with your own. Every single day I could only hope and wish to God that I can be assured that you will be bound to me and only me. I want to live my life knowing you’re giving me the chance of becoming something I never thought I could do properly; A husband and even a father someday, My Love.”

The tears now slowly falling from your eyes at Loki’s words, his desperation that you never thought he actually had. If it means so much to him.

“We can get married in front of a judge or something, we can get married again in any way you would want in the future—I just need you.” He continued to plead.

“You have me, Loki.” You assured him, cupping onto his cheeks. “You always have me, in whatever shape and form you would want me in.”

“Will you marry me, tomorrow, My Love?” He asked.

This time, you nodded, accepting his proposal. Taking the velvet box back, he opened the case to the sight of the most beautiful ring you have ever seen in your life. The green stone sparkled into the light, but it could never compared to the glassy eyes of your boyfriend that finally broke into a smile relief flooding him just as much as it did you.

Slipping the ring alongside the promise ring he had given you before, it was a sheer contrast and Loki had kept his promise of going all out on this one.

“Let’s get married now, just you and me.” You whispered. You know it’s selfish for you to ask, but after everything you had to deal with in Jane’s own wedding planning, having this for yourself with Loki was the best thing you could have for yourself right now.

“Let’s sober you up and I’ll make some calls.” He stood and you had watch the sudden skip in his steps as he made his way to his phone to make the calls you know perfectly well would forever change your life for the best.

~

Showered and makeup once again caked as best as your slightly sober mind you do, you wore a simple white sundress and kept your hair up in a bun as you didn’t have the time or effort to handle the mess. You had watched Loki making himself just as presentable in your bedroom. The judge to wed you both was already waiting with a few of Loki’s closest personnel to stand as witnesses. Everyone was simply waiting for the two of you to head out.

Changing into a fresh set of suit, a smile was on your face as you had made your way towards him to help him with his cufflinks and his tie. All the while, a gentle kiss would be given to each other all throughout. The smile on both of your faces couldn’t be removed and as soon as Loki was go and ready, you looked up at him to see him looking right back at you.

“Are you really sure you want to marry me?”

“Loki, after that awesome speech you’ve given me, now you’re taking it back?” You teased cupping his sharp cheeks. “You’re stuck to me forever.”

“And I would not want it any other way.” He grinned wrapping his arms around you. For a moment, swaying you in a dance and humming your favorite song together. At last. Here you both were forever in each other’s arms.

At last.

“I do hope you will help me with Darcy tomorrow.” He whispered finally ruining the momentary peace. Grinning bigger, you could only imagine the annoyance on your friend’s face if she ever finds out.

“You’re on your own with that, Laufeyson.” You teased.

“Here I thought it’s going to be in sickness and in health, until death do we part?” He pouts.

“It is.” You confirm. “But if I’m going to die because of your plan, I’m ready to be a widow early.”

“So much for happily ever after.”

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The Green Velvet Chair

Writer Wednesday

Summary: You meet a handsome stranger in a bookstore, and the day takes an unexpected turn.

Pairings: Ezra x Female Reader, Ezra x You (AU)

Fandom: Prospect (AU)

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2,213

Warnings: language, kissing, vaginal fingering, PiV sex, sex with someone you just met…let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Sorry! This is a day late…this is my first time writing Ezra and his speech intimidates the crap outta me! Hope it was adequate. He’s a tough cookie.

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You sat curled up in your favorite green velvet chair. It was tucked away in a secluded nook of the book shop you frequented almost daily. You loved it here. You had become good friends with the owner over the years, and the older woman, Hilda, gladly let you spend your days among the books—you were her best customer after all. You turned the page of the latest novel that had grabbed your attention.

“Dear, I’m gonna pop off to grab a spot of tea from down the street,” Hilda said from the only entrance into the nook. You looked up from your book. Hilda had quite the crush on Jim, the owner of the cafe down the street. You knew a ‘quick trip’ for tea could be well over an hour once they started flirting.

“Alright,” you replied. You started to get up and Hilda quickly motioned for you to stay put.

“No need to move, dear,” she told you. “You relax and enjoy your book. I’ll be back soon enough.”

“Have fun,” you said with a smile. “And tell Jim I said hi!”

“Will do, love,” Hilda smiled back. You heard the shop door bell jingle as she left. You sighed and lost yourself once more in the world of your novel. You had no idea how much time had passed when a voice startled you out of your book trance.

“Well, I must admit, I was not expecting to discover such magnificence in a place so platitudinous.” You turned to see a very handsome man standing in the entry to the nook. He was tall and broad with deep chocolate brown eyes and dark brown hair. He had a small splash of blond streaked in the front, above his forehead. You found it endearing. Your eyes moved to his plump lips. He looked like a man who had lived through hard times…but his eyes spoke volumes about the depth of character hidden beneath the surface. Where the hell had this guy come from?

“Huh?” You asked lamely. You had been startled—both by his unexpected presence in your space and his rugged good looks. Hilda must have forgotten to lock the front door in her rush to see Jim.

“You, my little bird,” he spoke in a deep, gravely voice. You detected a southern accent. “You are a most pleasant, delectable surprise.”

“Me?” You practically squeaked.

“Yes, birdie, you.” You swallowed thickly. Was he hitting on you? Holy shit, there was no way this gorgeous man was hitting on you.

“I, uh,” you stuttered. “Thank you?”

“You are most welcome,” the man said with a devastating smile. “What fortunate publication has seized your contemplation today?” He nodded towards the book in your hands. He had a funny way of speaking. You held up the novel.

“Pride and Prejudice?” He hummed happily. “An excellent choice, birdie. I myself have perused those venerated pages many times over the years. It is one of my favorites.”

“Mine too,” you said softly. You loved getting lost in the world of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy. The man grabbed the wooden chair across from you. He set the pile of books that had been on top of the chair carefully on the floor. He pulled the chair in front of you and sat down.

“I’m Ezra,” he said once he was seated. You gave him your name and he awarded you with one of his handsome smiles.

“An alluring name for a ravishing woman,” he said. You felt warmth bloom through you at his flirtatious words. “Tell me, what other literary masterpieces do you enjoy?” You spent what felt like forever talking to Ezra. He was very well read—reading was his favorite pastime. You lost yourself in his voice and enthusiasm. Your phone dinged with a message.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized as you took your phone out.

“No need to worry, little bird,” Ezra waved off your apology. You glanced down to see a text message from Hilda.

Sorry, dear, got caught up at the cafe. I’m thinking I may just call it a day. Feel free to stay as long as you want. Just lock up when you’re done.

You smiled. Seemed like her flirting with Jim had paid off. You suspected the cafe was closing early today too. Hilda often let you lock up the store for her. You glanced up to see the questioning look on Ezra’s face.

“That was Hilda—the owner of the bookshop,” you told him. “She’s heading home early today. Told me to lock up when I’m done.” Ezra smiled and sat back in his chair. Suddenly you realized how foolish that had been to say. You were alone in a secluded store with a practical stranger. You swallowed your fear. Ezra had given you no reason to worry. Besides, you weren’t completely helpless. You could defend yourself if needed…and you had pepper spray in your purse.

“Well, then,” Ezra said warmly, “It appears we have been rewarded with interminable time to better get acquainted.” You smiled. The afternoon passed quickly. You were in complete awe of Ezra. He had traveled all over and experienced so many things you could only dream of.

“I must admit, birdie,” Ezra said, “You enchant me.”

“Me?” You asked in shock.

“Yes,” he nodded. “You are the most magnificent little creature. Full of wonder and innocence. I find myself…well, perhaps I better not divulge those licentious musings.”

“No,” you whispered, “go on.”

“I…” he began. “I yearn to ascertain the taste of your delectable lips.”

“Are you saying you want to kiss me?” You asked breathlessly.

“Yes, birdie.” He murmured. “I would like to kiss you.”

“Ok,” you sighed.

“Ok?”

“Mmm hmm,” you nodded. “I—I want to kiss you too.” Ezra’s mouth slid into a seductive smile.

“Very well, little bird,” he whispered deeply. “I don’t know what divinity has deemed me laudable of such an ethereal being, but I’m not one to abnegate myself such a lagniappe.”

“Umm…ok,” you said with an air of confusion. Ezra spoke beautifully, but you had trouble following him sometimes. He smirked and leaned forward, beckoning you closer. You scooted to the edge of your seat. Ezra cupped your face and tilted it up towards his own. You held your breath in anticipation.

Ezra pressed his full lips to yours, and you practically swooned. They were even softer than you had imagined. He licked along the seam of your mouth and you gladly opened for him. When his tongue tangled with yours you moaned in the back of your throat. He pulled back slightly.

“I want you, little bird,” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes,” you whispered back, glad for once he spoke plainly. “Please.” Ezra growled low in his throat and claimed your mouth in a frenzied kiss. You kissed him back enthusiastically. He was an amazing kisser—the best you’d ever had. You could lose yourself in his lips for hours. When he pulled away from your mouth you groaned in protest, but that groan quickly melted into a mewl as he kissed and sucked down your throat. Before the embarrassing realization hit you that you could very easily come just from him sucking on your neck—he pulled you to your feet.

You felt slightly disoriented at the shift in position, but he quickly switched and took your seat and pulled you down to straddle his lap. You settled your plump little ass right on top of his impossibly hard erection.

“Fuck, you feel exquisite, birdie,” he groaned. He kissed you again, but with less urgency. You ran your hands through his hair and ground yourself down on him. His hands encircled your hips and helped guide your movements. You felt one of his hands move from your hip and slip underneath your dress. He rubbed you lightly through your panties.

“Hmm,” he moaned. “It would appear my little bird is pleased with my ministrations…your sweet nectar is practically overflowing.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered. “Why do you talk like that?”

“Like what?” He groaned as he slipped his fingers inside your panties.

“So…” you sighed, “I don’t know…poetic?”

“I do apologize, birdie,” Ezra said. “It has always been in my nature to be more loquacious and ornamental in my speech. If it bothers you—”

“—No!” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to upset him. “It’s beautiful. I’ve just never heard anyone speak that way.” You gasped as two of his thick fingers sank deeply inside of you.

“Well,” he murmured, “I am unlike any man you have ever encountered.”

“That’s for sure,” you whispered and threw your head back when his thumb found your clit.

“Normally I would take more time,” Ezra said deeply, “but it would seem your body is more than ready to receive me…and I am loathe to wait a moment longer to be inside your tight, wet, heat.” He reluctantly removed his fingers from you and rustled in his pocket. You heard him unzip and the telltale sound of a condom opening. He slid it on his length, pushed your panties to the side, and lined himself up. He gripped your hips and plunged up into you in one hard thrust. You fell forward onto his chest from the force of his entry.

“Shit!” You hissed. The stretch of him burned…but oh, so deliciously. He was thick…like impressively thick. He spread you open in a way you had never experienced, but now knew you always needed. He gave you a moment to adjust, letting you take the lead. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders and slowly lifted yourself up before sliding back down. After a few turns up and down, you felt like your body had acclimated enough to really ride him.

You picked up the pace and bounced yourself like your life depended on it. His hands flexed on your hips. It was clear he was trying to restrain himself from taking charge. You ran your hands up his shoulders and tangled them into the hair at the back of his neck. He groaned and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Oh, he liked that. You tugged slightly and smirked when his hips bucked up involuntarily. He brought his hand back to your clit and rubbed tight, firm circles. You felt your orgasm building quickly. Ezra knew what the fuck he was doing when it came to a woman’s body. You had never gotten this turned on this fast before. The tidal wave of pleasure was fast approaching. Your stomach muscles tightened, and you lost your rhythm. He pinched your clit between his thumb and pointer finger and you exploded in ecstasy around him.

“Fuck, birdie,” he groaned. “You’re squeezing me so damn tight!” His control snapped when he saw the bliss on your face. He grabbed both your hips and pistoned up into you. This caused him to rub right along your g-spot, and send you into yet another world shattering climax. He growled and stilled. You felt him swell and then pulse deep inside you, filling the condom. You rested your forehead against his, both of you panting and sweaty.

He kissed you languidly as you came down from your highs. One you were back on planet Earth you chuckled lightly.

“Something amusing?” He asked huskily.

“I’ll never look at this chair the same again,” you said. Ezra laughed heartily.

“I would guess not,” he smiled. He kissed you deeply. He pulled away and caressed the side of your face. “It is my resolution to see you again…would that be agreeable to you, little bird?” You looked into his impossibly warm eyes.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I’d love that.” You stood carefully, and he helped clean both of you up as best you could. You pulled out your cell phone and exchanged numbers with him. He followed you out of the bookstore and waited patiently while you locked up for Hilda.

“Well,” you said, turning to him. “This was…well, it was fucking amazing.”

“Indeed it was,” he laughed.

“I’ll see you…soon?” You said hopefully.

“Yes,” he smiled.

“Ok, well, have a good night,” you said happily and turned to leave.

“I’ll call you!” he called out. You turned back to him and waved. You hadn’t gone a half dozen steps when your phone rang. You pulled it out and saw Ezra’s name on the screen. You stopped walking and turned back to him as you answered the phone.

“Hello?” You said teasingly.

“Hello, birdie,” he said cheerfully. “I know it is not customary for the gentleman to call this soon, but I would be devastated if I am forced to wait the obligatory three days to see you again.” You smiled wide as he walked back up to you. “Would you care to join me for dinner?”

“Yes, Ezra,” you said as you hung up your phone. “I would love to join you for dinner.” He hung up and offered his arm. You happily took it and walked with him towards the restaurant. This whole day had been so out of character for you, but right at this moment you didn’t care. Ezra was worth the risk.

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