#CLIMBING UPPPP the stairs

[arabella-strange]

Omg the ants carrying enormous leaves up the stick — I threw my head back and cackled

[gaysindistress]

Limits of a Fae Heart - four

Pairings: Azriel x Reader Summary: With war looming over their heads, the Inner Circle is desperate for a solution. The one they found comes in the form of a resurrected female who’s fated to not only their Shadowsinger but once to their enemy as well. Word count: 3.9k Warnings: mentions of past abuse (but no detailed descriptions), suggestive themes, things are heating upppp. One | two | three | five | six taglist: @dr4g0ngirl @isa1b2h3

Stern and tight voices make their way from downstairs to my room. I try to ignore them however the high pitches of their concern makes it hard to drown them out. Having finished bathing and scrubbing the blood from my skin some time ago, my hair is mostly dried so I leave it down as I dress. Clad in a pair of fitted high waisted black trousers and a simple black halter top, I make the awful decision to find out what the voices are talking about. 

Elain, Nesta, and Mor are sharing the sitting room couch while a red haired male stands by a window. Rhys and Feyre are against opposing doorways while Cassian and Azriel are between them. The sight of Rhys makes my skin crawl after my encounter earlier but I push down as I quietly descend the stairs barefoot. The shadows take notice of my entrance and start to grow restless causing a scene as Azriel hisses under his breath at them to behave. 

Feyre smiles at me and turns to face me while the rest of them simply watch me. While some are pleasant, they all view me with red tinted glasses and are guarded around me. I know the sight of me being so casual in their home makes them uncomfortable and even more so as my wings and scars catch the light. The red haired male peers at me through one russet colored eye and one golden mechanical eye. Nesta is stone faced and tight lipped as usual while Elain drifts from being a life sized doll to an unsettling wise woman. Mor lounges while Cassian watches his brother who is staring with a purpose at the wall. 

However none bother me more than Rhys at this moment.

With his Daemati talons, he’s trying to find a crack in my mental shields but to no avail. Add my earlier run in with the Ravens and to say I’m on edge is an understatement. The grating feeling of those talons against my mind is enough to make me forget my impulse control for half a second. I send him flashes of what happened on the rooftop as well as my time spent in between life and death. His violet eyes wide with what I think might be the closest thing to fear he’s let anyone see in years. If he wasn’t leaning against the doorway already, I’m sure the stumbling step back he takes would’ve sent him to the ground.

The entire room tenses and Feyre is at his side in the blink of an eye. She shoots me a fury filled look before her own caress touches my shields. The other three males have turned and are ready to attack if needed although it seems to pain Azriel to do so. 

I decide it’s better to not do the same to Feyre and simply shove her out. I take her place against the doorway, leaning against it with my arms crossed and wings drawn in tight. No one says anything and with how thick the air is, it appears that they’re all waiting for my explanation. 

“Next time I won’t be so gentle,” I inform Rhys with a saccharine smile while inspecting my nails.

“You were attacked and didn’t tell us,” he states, intentionally choosing to ignore my comment. Shadows dance nervously around the room and a few brave their way towards me. I let them come closer but my arms remain crossed over my chest and offer them no welcome to climb further. It concerns them more than anything and their chirping silence fills the room with unease.

I rolls my eyes at the way that everyone stands on even higher alert, “I handled it didn’t I?”

“That’s not the point.”

“So what is then?” I casually ask and the shadows curl around my legs, acting as a sort of armor. “You all knew already so why does it matter if I wasn’t the one to share that information?”

Rhys’ jaw tightens at my words and and so does the thread in my chest. My eyes dart to Azriel and there’s something sharp to his silence. He’s usually quiet and reserved but there’s an edge to the utter stillness and silence about him right now.

“We need to have trust between us. We can’t let…”

I cut Rhys off, “Trust? That’s an awfully big request considering our situation but the wrong one nonetheless. We don’t need to trust each other, we don’t even have to tolerate each other. All we need is an understanding; if you get what you want and I get what I want, then we’re all good. You brought me here to kill the King of Hybern and I’ll do that but only if you agree to leave me the fuck alone afterwards. I don’t think that’s too much to ask now is it?”

“You can’t…”

“I don’t think that’s too much to ask now is it? Or is this your way of telling me that you’re the one that can’t be trusted? I hope that you’re smarter than to try to pull one over me because the moment that I catch wind of anything untoward, I will make Velaris bleed.”

Cassian steps forward but Rhys holds his hand out and stops him. They share a look, more than likely speaking to each other via Rhys’ daemti abilities and stand down. Feyre steps up beside him, the perfect image of the High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court.

“Do not threaten my city or my family. You are not as irreplaceable as you’d like to think.”

“The same can be said for you.” I almost laughed as I said those words but Azriel kills the sound in my throat. The bastard tugs on the thread that connects us and sends a shiver through my body. The shadows around me hug closer as my wings flare out against my will and I hit my back hard against the doorway. 

He’s moved to stand in front of me as well as moved his shadows to do the same, effectively blocking us from everyone. 

“What are you doing?” I hiss at him although it sounds far more breathless than I intended. My body feels foreign; tingly and warm while fighting to remain frigid and distant. The heated memory of our kiss is still fresh on my lips while the image of his disbelief face flashes in my mind. 

“Stand down,” he whispers to me like I’m a cornered feral dog, “I don’t feel like cleaning up Cassian or Rhy’s blood.”

This infuriating male gazes down at me with all of the tenderness that I don’t deserve….i don’t… I don’t want it.

“Bold of you to assume you can command me,” I hiss at him and my wings twitch against the door frame. While he’s significantly taller than me, our wings stand at the same height. They’re almost perfect mirror images of each other, as if we were meant to be mates.

Shit.

Now staring at him, trying to be irate with him, the bond finds a way to make me want his tender heart and his sweet lips. It makes me want his coy smile and gentle touch. It forces me to want it all and it vibrates with joy. 

It’s rather quickly ruined by a wave of concern and subtle anger as Azriel’s eyes move from my face to my exposed skin. Raised red marks and indented brown ones litter my shoulders, arms, and back. His matching hands reach out for my arms. 

Our shadows fall away and reveal my room instead of the crowded one downstairs. The dark creatures find their place against the door, acting as a barrier between us and them. The male before me grasps my arms with such care and affection that it threatens to make my anger melt. He holds my elbows and turns my arms so they face up and he can actually look at the scars. A poignant sadness is etched into his features as he memorizes every little blemish. 

My wings quiver nervously when we make eye contact. I have to crane my head up to look at him with how tall he is. He’s taller than any other fae I’ve ever met and far more handsome as well. The beauty that lays effortlessly in his features makes even the world’s natural beauty look dull. His brothers are handsome but this male, Azriel, is ethereal and my soul is inexplicably tied to his. 

“Did he do this to you?” He finally asks with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. 

I can only nod, suddenly feeling the will to be stubborn and hardened fall away. He shakes his head and his grip grows firmer as he steps closer to me. I expected him to pull me into him but the fact that he was the one to close the distance feels too intimate. I make a half decent attempt to pull away and he loosens his grip, still keeping our eyes locked. There’s another lighter tug on our bond, this time it’s more of a question than a distraction. 

“Is this okay?” It seems to ask. 

Shaking my head, I pull away entirely but stay in my place. “No amount of kind gestures will convince me to accept the bond.”

“Reject it then.”

Confused hurt flashes across my face, “excuse me?”

“Reject the bond then. If that’s how you’ll accept my ‘kind gestures’ as you put it, then reject it.”

“You asked me not to only a few hours ago.”

“And I’m seeing now that I shouldn’t have. It wasn’t right of me to ask you to do something that’s already caused you so much pain,” his voice cracks slightly however he remains strong in his certainty. 

I can’t help the green envy that licks up my spine, “I suppose the youngest sister has nothing to do with your sudden change of heart.”

Azriel has the audacity to look offended. “Elain has nothing to do with this.”

“Elain,” I sneer at him and take that damning step towards him. He stays quiet and allows me to say whatever cruel thing I can think of to push him away. He takes my anger and makes it into light that spreads across our unaccepted bond. The fact that we can feel so much more than I did with the King spins webs of confusion in my heart. Nothing with Azriel feels the way it did with the King and I don’t know why. 

“I thought I might’ve felt something for her before I met you but I’ve realized that it was nothing more than platonic feelings. She knows that and she understands that nothing will ever happen between us.”

“Friends don’t rush to your side like that.”

His face breaks into a small smile, “maybe not but I didn’t notice. You were the only one I was looking at.”

That takes me by surprise. I find my resolve starting to crack even more as he continues to shock me. My mind races with a thousand thoughts and I can’t pick a single one to focus on. Instead what falls out is something I wish wouldn’t have, “Rejecting it could drive you into madness.”

Azriel steps closer, bridging our gap so we’re almost chest to chest now. He brushes my hair over my shoulders and cups my neck as he brings out foreheads together. My hands fly up to his chest, ready to shove him away if needed. 

“I’d rather live in madness than see you suffer like this.”

“You can’t mean that,” I breathe out as my eyes flutter closed to stop the tears from falling. 

“I already told you that I want only what you want. I will do anything you ask of me without any questions. If this is what you want, then it is what I want.”

The this feels like a double edged sword; this as in accepting him or this as in rejecting him. 

Our noses bump against each other and Azriel lets out a content sigh. I can feel his eyes close as his lashes brush against my cheek bone. The hand on my neck slides up until his thumb is under my jaw and is gently rubbing against my jaw bone. The sensation causes a tingling shiver to overcome me and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. I wasn’t aware of my hands sliding up his chest until they found their home playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. I didn’t feel his free hand on my hip until it digs into the soft skin there and urges us impossibly closer. 

“What do you want, sweet girl?” He whispers against my lips. They’re warm and soft and teasing and oh by the cauldron my brain ceases to work. I’m not even sure how my lungs are able to function either. All I know is that I can’t say the words so I push up on my toes and smash our lips together.

As if this male couldn’t get under my skin anymore, he moans into our kiss and drags me flush against his chest. The leather of his fighting gear is cold against my skin but it does nothing to soothe the feverish burn I’m starting to feel. 

Azriel lets me lead, keeping his kiss gentle but no less firm and passionate than mine. The hand on my waist drifts to my lower back and brushes past my wings in the process causing them to writhe in its wake. My own pathetic moan slips out and my hand grips at his hair, tugging it as I kiss him harder. His tongue finds its opportunity to slip in and I gladly welcome it by opening my lips to allow our tongues to mingle. 

Breathing feels more like a burden as it forces us to part and we reluctantly pull away. I let my hands fall from his hair and rest them on his chest. He softly guides me into his chest, letting the hand at my jaw slide back to my hair and the one at my back to wrap around my shoulders. I slide my own arms around his middle and cling to him as if we’ve been mated for years. He drops his head to rest on top of mine and I can feel his labored breaths against my hair. 

Our bond feels full and complete as we hold each other. 

Once, many years ago, I had dreamed of finding this and thought that I did in the King. I had been so full of hope and patience to make it work no matter how painful it was for me. For every token of affection I gave him, he returned it with insults, actions, and looks that were tenfold worse than before. I don’t know when I lost that part of me but I lost it so easily. It felt like it happened in a matter of days. One day that bright eyed and hopeful young Fae was there and then the next, gone. She slipped from my fingers like water does when you try to cup it. I hardly even noticed that she wasn’t there until it was too late and I couldn’t get her back but then I realized I didn’t want her back. She fell from me like a teacup that dropped onto an unforgiving kitchen floor. One day we were laughing and smiling at the sky and the next day, gone. It was like she was never even there to begin with. She walked right out and never turned back, leaving me to try and cope with the aftermath of her dreams. She left me when I needed her the most. I needed her to guide me through the years of abuse that I suffered at the hands of a male I thought I was Fated for. I needed her to stay and help me push through so that I could find a way to have the life she planned for me. 

I had resigned myself to a life of agony and caring for scars that would never truly heal. That was until the moment I saw Azriel. That was the moment I realized that everything I had believed for so long could’ve been wrong. When I saw this beautiful creature with twinkling eyes, soft lips, delicate cheeks, a perfect nose, and glowing skin emerge from the shadows, my reality shifted. When that bond snapped, I couldn’t imagine that this magnificently and terrifying beautiful male felt it too. I knew that I would never be satisfied with just being near him. I need him more than I would need myself. 

But when I so awfully told him that we were mates, I saw that look in his eye; it had snapped. There was a chance I could have him and he could have me. I could love him and watch the sunlight dances across his skin as he looks at me with the same adoration in his eyes. I could tell him about the admiration that runs so deeply that I don't know where it ends and I begin. The moment that that realization hit me, it shattered my reality and ran away to lick my wounds in isolation. 

Now as I hear his heartbeat and feel his breath in my hair, I can’t fathom why I would do such a thing. 

“It’s time to wake up.”

Blinding pain bursts through my body as I take my first breath of air after waking up. My lungs seize for a moment and I gasp for breath while I shoot forward on my bedroll. The calming scent of the forest and mist wrap itself around me as I slowly regain my senses. A small chuckle drifts from beside me and its owner makes a poor attempt to hide his smile as he pretends to dig around in his pack. 

“Say another word and I’ll slit your throat,” I mumble as I sit up and drag a cold hand over my face. 

“Wow you’ve just woken up and you’re already snapping at people. That’s a new record for you,” Cassian says with a sarcastic chuckle as he enters the pathetic excuse for a tent. 

I’m blinded by the sunlight that he lets in but I welcome its warmth after having slept on the freezing ground for the last couple of nights. Azriel moves to sit beside me and offers a thick sweater as well as some food to me as he tells his brother to kindly shut up. 

“Unless you want her to snap you, I’d suggest you leave her alone until she’s had time to…” he pauses for a second and glances down at me with a breathtaking smile, “to process that you’re real and not a figment of her imagination.” 

“You know, I thought when you found your mate that she would make you friendlier and generally a warmer person but this one has had the opposite effect on you.”

Azriel is still smiling at me and I can only handle his open affection for so long. Quickly, I pull the sweater that is absolutely his as it smells just like him and settle my bored gaze on Cassian. 

“Or you’ve just gotten more annoying and he’s fed up with it.”

Cassian gaps at me and looks at Azriel for help who just shrugs his shoulders. “I’m deeply wounded that you think I’m annoying. I’m a pleasure to be around. I am a delightful person once you get to know me.”

“As I am,” I throw back at him with my own small smile. Cassian doesn’t catch it as he leaves us but the male next to me does.

Azriel doesn’t say anything but his gentle actions towards me tell me that he saw it. He takes my hands, rolls up the sleeves of the sweater, and pulls my hair out of the collar. A shiver races down my spine as his fingers brush against my skin and his smile grows into a smirk. It falters as he catches a glimpse of the raised lines that trail across my shoulders and neck before disappearing under his sweater. I thought it would be better to hide my wings while we were on our little mission. I refused to let Rhys or Feyre near them, choosing to use an elixir that a healer made for me in Velaris. The effects would only last for a few days but having them visible and therefore vulnerable isn’t something I want. Besides that the only one I’d even let come within a ten foot radius of them would be Azriel; a fact I haven’t told him but one he knows to be true in his heart.

The mission that we are on is one that I reluctantly agreed to. Rhys was given permission to search my mind for any information that they could use against the King but as I’d already told them, he found nothing of use. The Ravens that attacked me had not been the only ones in the city and they had unintentionally left a trail of breadcrumbs back to a war camp about 20 miles outside of Velaris. Rhys thought it would be worthwhile to send Cassian, Azriel, and myself to investigate and gather what information we could. I knew that it would be pointless and I tried to tell Rhys that but he didn’t seem exactly interested in hearing what I had to say.

Although I agreed to his mission, I made it clear that I would be calling the shots and that included having authority over his brothers. Cassian had a fit while Azriel didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Of course that incited teasing and banter from both Cassian and Rhys but Azriel held strong in his approval. 

“She knows the King the best. I’d trust her judgment more than anyone else’s,” he told them and my chest swelled with pride. 

Cassian challenged him by asking what if he didn’t agree with it and Azriel repeated his statement. 

“If I didn’t think I could fully trust and rely on her to do this, then I wouldn’t have bothered even telling you she existed.”

A part of me wanted to believe his sweet words but the other side told me that it was all an act to manipulate me. The bond between us, however, preened with warmth unlike before.

I find myself smiling as he softly calls my name and brings me back to the present. 

“Are you ready?” 

“Yeah,” I sigh and pull on my boots that were waiting for me next to my bedroll. After I finish tying the last one, I turn to see him still watching me with those twinkling eyes. “Can I help you?”

“May I kiss you?” 

My brows shoot up and I stare at him skeptically. He repeats his question as if I hadn’t heard it. 

Shaking my head, I tell him, “No I heard you. I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Azriel dips his head down and tilts my chin up with his forefinger so he can look me in the eye. “It surprises you that I’d ask to kiss you?”

Words fail me as I search his face for a hint of something, anything at all that would tell him he’s being disingenuous. There’s nothing but those tempting plush lips and a hooded look to his eyes.

His smirk returns in full force and he draws me closer to whisper against my lips, “Why wouldn’t I want to kiss my sweet girl?”

“Because I’m not your sweet…” my thoughts trail off as my eyes flutter close and I take in a sharp breath at the feeling of his lips ghosting over mine. 

“You’re not what?” He pulls away just as I start to lean in and I nearly growl at him. 

“I’m not your sweet girl,” I growl as frustration grows inside of me.

The bond even sides with him and waves of several emotions flood me but the one that hits me the hardest is his desire. Flashes of white hot pleasure crash into me and I surge forward to capture his lips. He reciprocates eagerly and we both immediately get caught up in branding each other’s lips. I barely notice him leaning us backwards until my back hits my bedroll and he’s between my legs.

I become too preoccupied with the overwhelming feeling of him all around me and without thinking, I arch up into him drawing a heated moan from both of us. Azriel’s hands were firmly planted on either side of my head but after my moan slipped out, he dropped down to his forearm and is now holding my thigh against his hip in a bruising grp. He tentatively rolls his hips against mine, pressing his growing bulge against my core, and on instinct mine meets his and so begins the desperate dance of grinding hips. I feel a smirk tug on his lips at the wild movements of my hips. 

Arching my back and tightening my leg around his waist, I bit down on his bottom lip and as his hips stuttered with a drawn out moan, I smirk back at him. Before he can get his revenge, Cassian calls out for Azriel. He pulls away from me with a heavy sigh and drops his head into the croak of my neck. 

“Your dog is calling for you,” I say with a breathy chuckle and playful shove at his shoulders. The male above me groans but climbs to his feet and pulls me up with him. 

“He’s not a dog.”

“Fine your bat is calling for you.”

“Don’t let me hear you say that,” he chuckles while gazing down at me with desire. He presses a quick but powerful kiss to my lips with a promise “We’ll finish this later, sweet girl.”

“I’m not your sweet girl.”

“We’ll see about that.”

[arcadian-vampire]

[wakes up from a nightmare at 5am] yo that'd be a cool idea for a horror game

[madelynsbooknook]

Pumpkin Patch

Pairing: Harry Holland x Female Reader

Warning: Fluff like always

Summary: Usually, she wants to spend the Autumn days curled up with her boyfriend on the couch, but today she wants to visit the pumpkin patch... A place that would soon become her favorite place to go, a place that would soon mean the world to her because of her lovely boyfriend.

Main Masterlist

Harry Holland Masterlist

Harry was completely in love with Y/n... He knew one day he was going to marry her, and he knew one day... soon... he was going to propose. She was the love of his life. He loved everything about her. He loved how when she’s nervous she would play with her fingers or her rings, he loved how when she was happy she showed her beautiful smile, but most of all he loved the way that she always looked for the good inside people.

Y/n was a pure soul and Harry was constantly dealing with his brothers and Haz talking about how whipped he was but he didn’t care. He knew he was whipped and he loved it.

“Harryyyy” He heard your voice from the living room.

Autumn... Movies...

Once Harry realized what season it was and what you wanted he rushed to the living room, laying over his girlfriend and resting his head on her chest. He took the remote from her hand and pulled up Netflix.

Y/n smiled softly loving everything about this. She gently ran her fingers through his hair. Everything about this moment made her love Autumn even more. 

“What do you want to watch love?” He ask sweetly still looking at the tv screen as Y/n’s fingers ran through his hair.

“Actually... I was wondering if we could go to the pumpkin patch today...” She was with a shy smile. The girl absolutely loved Autumn. It was her favorite season of the whole year and anyone who knew her knew she had a strong love for the season. Harry knew how much she loved Autumn and it made him love her more.

Harry was also a fan of Autumn. It was always a good time to take photos... When the leaves are changing colors, then them falling off the trees. He enjoyed Autumn almost as much as his girlfriend.

“Sure, love.” He said with a loving smile looking up at her after turning off the tv. “Let me know when you are ready to go.” He said smiling softly and getting up off the couch so that way she could stand up and go get ready to leave. 

He watched as a big smile grew on her face as she jumped off the couch and ran upstairs causing Harry to chuckle.

Once Y/n was ready she came back down the stairs wearing a pair of leggings a white tank crop top, one of Harry’s flannels, and a white beanie. “I’m ready.” She said smiling big and walks over to her boyfriend, kissing his nose. 

“Is that my flannel?” He asked with a small smile, secretly loving it when she wore his clothes. 

“Not important.” She giggled grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the front door, causing him to chuckle. 

“Alright, alright I’m coming.” He said quickly following behind her as she held his hand still pulling him with her. “You are very excited.”

“Umm... Duh! It’s finally Autumn AND we finally get to go to pumpkin patch!” She said excitedly opening the door to the passenger seat of the car and quickly climbing in. Harry chuckled and was quick to follow your lead. He got in on the drivers side, turned on the car, and began driving down the road to the pumpkin patch.

It was about a 20 minute drive and the whole time Harry had one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his girlfriends thigh. One of Y/n’s hands were placed on top of his holding his hand slightly and smiling as she watched the leaves fall from some of the trees. 

Harry had the ring in his pocket... While Y/n went and got ready he grabbed it. He knew she absolutely loved going to the pumpkin patch, so he figured it would be the perfect time to ask her.

Once they arrived to the pumpkin patch Y/n didn’t waste any time to get out of the car and start walking towards all the pumpkins. “Harry, hurry upppp” She whined as she kept walking away from the car. 

Harry chuckled and jogged to catch up with her, taking her hand in his and interlacing their fingers. “You are so excited.” 

“We already established that.” She giggled walking quickly to the patch hand in hand with Harry. 

Truth is she loves walking around the pumpkin patch, something about is relaxing to her. Sure, she enjoys picking pumpkins to later go home and carve into with Harry but walking around the pumpkin patch is what truly brought her the most joy.

The couple had been walking around for at least 25 minutes by now and Harry couldn’t wait any longer. He lightly pulled on her arm so that way she stopped walking. Y/n turned towards him with a confused expression.

“Are you okay?” She asked in a slightly concerned tone of voice. Y/n relaxed once she saw a small smile grow on his face as he nodded.

“You know I love you, right?” He asked which just confused the poor girl even more. 

Harry smiled more as he watched her nod. He could clearly tell that she was confused, so he spoke again. 

“Y/n... Ever since I met you I have been completely in love with you, or as my brothers and Haz would put it, I’m completely whipped.” He chuckled while moving his hand, that wasn’t holding Y/n’s, into his pocket and grabbing the small velvet box that held a beautiful engagement ring inside if it. 

“You are the love of my life, and I have known that for quite a while now. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want to spend the rest of the Autumn seasons I live through with you, I want to get married and start a family with you, and I want to grow old with you... Because I love you. And I promise you I’m not going anywhere.” He said smiling big as he got down on one knee, pulling the velvet box out of his pocket and opening it up letting the ring be seen. 

“Will you... Y/n M/n L/n, make me the happiest guy alive... and marry me?” He watched nervously, but with a big smile on his face as her hands flew up to her mouth and tears made their way down her cheeks as she frantically nodded her head. She dropped to her knees in front of him, placing her hands on his cheeks and kissed him with all the love in the world as more tears fell.

Harry smiled and kissed her back with just as much love, if not more, wrapping his arms around her waist pulling her close while he smiled into the kiss.

Eventually, the two parted and he looked down, grabbing her hand, sliding the ring on her finger with the biggest smile ever. “I love you so much...” He said just barely above a whisper while looking back up to meet her eyes.

“And I love you... Forever and always.”

[jiaraawards]

To the essays. To the book reports. To the quotes and the incoherent screaming. Comments keep us going and comments like these will never disappoint. 

Here are the nominees for best comment:

DinahMighty

This story is so my jam! I love that you put the characters in a tough situation and didn’t give them easy solutions; they had to sit in this and work through it. They didn’t say the perfect things and that makes it seem so much more real.

There were so many touches and details that I really loved. One is the sad reality that the people who you’re closest to can know the best words to hurt you with. There’s a vulnerability that comes from being loved and known and in moments of anger, fear, and weakness people can reach for those pain points. JJ’s reaction, too, I thought made a lot of sense. Even without his admitting he wanted Kie to stick around, I could see him being drawn to having a baby to show he’s not his father, to provide him with a family, and have someone who loves him unconditionally. Not that I think that’s the right move for him at this age, but it makes sense why he might want it.

I also really liked that you didn’t just make everything better by JJ showing up at the clinic. It was *something* but not the whole thing and it was refreshing to see Kie processing her feelings about being happy he was there and not wanting to see him and not wanting to have to deal with any of it. Allowing her to have a range of emotions adds to her complexity and creates natural drama in the story. This part particularly jumped out at me:

It’s not like she thinks it easy on him, she’s just annoyed and want this to be about her. If there is any moment that can be about her surely it’s this one.

There’s something sad about her having to ask so explicitly for support, to not have it given freely. Which is why I love the “you didn’t ask” / “I didn’t know I had to” exchange. And then how you bring it back with this lovely part:

JJ clears his throat, his eyes flick back a forth between hers trying to read her, maybe wondering if she still wants him to leave. She doesn’t. She wants to go up stairs and climb into bed and do nothing for the rest of the day. But she wants him there with her.

She speaks before he can, ‘you can stay if you-‘ she cuts herself off, deciding to rephrase, ‘can you stay? Please.’

Thank you for sharing this!

staticspacelover

I don't know what to say. I really don't know how to express myself in the best way right now because I'm still trying to process over 25k words of pure perfection, so excuse me if I'm just rambling nonsense in the next paragraphs lol.

I cried and laughed and my heart combusted while I was reading this, and I think this was one of the most purely beautiful fics I've ever read. There wasn't a single word in this that I didn't like or that didn't touch me somehow. JJ and Kiara's feelings and manners were so well portrayed and never ooc, and the fact that you knew how to elaborate all of these scenarios being so loyal to the characters, as well as creating a whole original character that so did fit into the narrative, is honestly impressing. You did a hell of a good job here and I admire you for that.

This was cute and fun and angsty just in the exact right measure. I just loved this so much, so so so so so very much. This is the kinda fanfiction that I call a "favorite for life", a story that I know I can re-read a billion times and still feel all the emotions (and even more) that I felt when I read it for the first time. This is everything. Your writing is so good to connect to; it's light and it's compelling and it's well organized. You know your way through words and it shows. Congratulations on writing such a wonderful fic! And thank you for sharing it.

I love Jiara. We all do, and it's amazing.

capulets

SHUT UPPPP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP. THIS HIT ME RIGHT IN THE HEART LIKE SNATCHED MY BREATH AND MY ENTIRE FEELS HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?!?!?!! jiara being exes HURTS ME GREATLY BUT I ALSO LOVE IT??? SO MUCH??? when he called her baby i just about jumped out of my SKIN OH MY GOD! and him understanding and not judging her at all like i’m so soft right now. also, shoutout to the clothing descriptions THEY MADE ME FEEL THINGS! like how kie picked her dress based on JJ’s eyes. ALSO ALSO: “ She can see the white of his shirt under the silvery gray vest that he wore tonight and the gold of his hair but by his relaxed pose, she knew he didn’t feel any guilt about it.“ i don’t know why this line punched me in the gut but it did. moral of the story I LOVE THIS!!!!!! INSANELY PERFECT AS ALWAYS QUEEN

maybankiara

the ending gave me actual, full-blown chills all over over my body. reincarnation au's are probably my actual favourite trope of all times, and i'm so incredibly delighted that this fandom finally has one! this was absolutely magnificent. the idea of kiara and jj being related to greek gods - incredible. and both the choice of artemis and poseidon ties in so well with not just the story, but their characters in the show as well, and i am honestly so so so excited for the rest of this! i saw this the moment you posted and wanted to read it straight away but i told myself it'd be a reward instead, and let me tell you - it was the best reward i could've given myself.

(also, so i don't forget - your writing is beautiful. it reminded me of madeline miller's the song of achilles in certain parts and i am absolutely in love.)

aleksandrale123

Ah yes I love this! I loved the movie, and isn’t this the perfect AU for them especially with JJ’s chaotic energy! I love the little addition of him getting to Yucatan and the cats ass! So so excited for more!

shaymq7

Gosh this took me weeks to read! I’ve had it open in my browser but I think I was trying to savor it haha! This whole thing was immaculate. You captured them so well, the conversations, interactions, EVERYTHING!

“For once, JJ appeared to be a little at a loss for words. He worked his lip, blue eyes raking over her features. They softened, gradually, and Kiara found herself wondering if he’d ever quite looked at her like that before. Her skin buzzed under his gaze.“ I loved that part, I imagined him looking at her like she was his whole world, the way they both definitely feel.

I also love the subtle ways it’s made known that Kiara and JJ, or all three boys for that matter are much like Mike and Anna. Looking at JJ and Kie, hopefully together eventually, a boy from the cut falling in love with a girl from figure 8. Mike was that boy just like JJ. I loved that hint in here whether it was intentional or not. It baffles me on the show how much her parents seem to dislike the boys when Mike literally was one.

I’m so glad I finally read this, it was absolutely wonderful!

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I Don’t Need Your Assistance

Pairing/Characters: Celebrity!Bucky Barnes x Assistant!Reader Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, oral sex (FR), swearing, angst if u squint Summary: Having an internationally known actor as your boss wasn’t really bad. Not until after a one night stand do you realise that you’re in love with him and there’s something else too, that something else leads you to quit your job. Word Count: 4.2k+ A/N: This is for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge @tatortot2701! I chose the prompt “Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn”! Bucky is pretty much just Sebastian in this AU! Enjoyyyy!

A new day. Another press conference. At his point, travelling with Bucky and going to all his interviews, meeting all his fans, it became your second nature and you kind of loved it. Your job was to keep Bucky on track and get the coffee going in his veins to start his day. As part of your job, you were always one step ahead of Bucky and that meant, being up earlier than him to wake him up and letting him know what interviews he had for the day. Working for Bucky for the last seven years drew you both to be close to one another, you both didn’t really consider it a boss/assistant relationship, even though it was, but more like a close-friends-who-work-together kind of thing.  Today was a day that Bucky would like to call his ‘free time’ but for you, it was more of a work load. You had papers to fill out and casting calls to answer for him. This was not a day you’d refer to as ‘free time’.

You made your way over his hotel room and unlocked the door with your spare key card. Sometimes you had to be cautious but you didn’t see him go home with anyone the night before so you assumed he’d be alone. You walked through the kitchen and into his room.

“Bucky, you gotta get dressed, babe,” You opened the curtains to lighten up his hotel room, he groaned and dug his head into his pillow, you then walked over, tore off his covers, and then playfully smacked his butt, “You’ve got a press conference at 8 this morning and then you’ve got all the time in the world to sleep! Get upppp!”

“I’m up, I’m up!” He looks up at you, his eyes squinted from the light through the window, “It’s too early.”

“It’s always too early with you, Barnes,” you chuckled. You grabbed the cup of coffee on the work bench and placed it on his bed side table, “that is why I always get you coffee.”

“Do I ever tell you that you’re the best?” He says, taking a sip,

“No, but you do pay me for it.”

“You’re right.”

“Always am, your clothes are hung in the closet. Get dressed, Bucky, I don’t want you being late.”

“Yes, mom.”

“Shut up.” You laughed, walking out of his hotel room.

You checked your watch, groaning at how long he was taking. You tapped your heel on the ground and almost entered his room when he suddenly came out, his black shirt tight on his pecs and his skinny jeans promising their purpose. He smirked and you rolled his eyes.

“You’re going to be late, let’s go, you!” You scowled, pushing him through the hallway,

“You look great in that skirt.”

“Bucky, I wear this skirt in different colours every day.”

“And you look great every day.”

“All that flattering won’t make you any less late, hurry up!” He turned back around to walk through the doors of the elevator as you laughed. The elevator took you both to the ground floor, the car waiting on him. You both walked over to the black doors of the Range Rover. He opened the door for you and let you into the car before himself. You thanked him quietly as he got into the car.

The drive was quiet, just your voice reminding Bucky what questions he should expect to be coming his way. He reminded you that he’d been in the business long enough to know what questions he’d be getting and which you return him a fake laugh. When you both arrived at the venue, the loud screams of his fans drowned out the music coming from the speakers of the venue. He gave you a look and nodded, opening the door. The screams were deafening but he was used to it and so were you. He walked over to the barricades and signed some books and posters and took some photos with them, greeting his fans with a smile and taking an interest in their day. They thanked him over and over before he walked into the lobby, waving goodbye to his fans.

“They’re getting louder, Buck.” He gave you a million-dollar smile, a smile that could light up even the darkest of places,

“They’re so fucking awesome, Y/N! Holy shit!”

“I guess we can assume that this new movie’ll do even better than the last time.”

“And they’ll keep getting better, doll, because of them.” He engulfed you into an embrace and squealed like a teenage girl,

“Bucky, we need to get you side stage!” You proceeded to lead him over to the stairs leading to the panel. You smoothed out his t-shirt and fixed up his hair, tippy-toing to reach his long, dark locks, “Alright, you’re ready, remember you do-“

“Don’t have to answer every question, I got it, doll,” he climbed one step before turning around and continuing, “you know, if you wanted to touch me, you could’ve just-“

“James, if you don’t get your ass up there in the next thirty seconds, so help me God.”

“Yes, ma’am!” And with the calling his name from the stage, he walked on and sat in his place on the panel. It was the same old questions, same old Bucky being happy and laughing at the questions he’d been asked until a reporter asked about his relationship with his best friend’s girlfriend,

“Bucky, you and Margaret Carter, Peggy as she’s more known if I’m correct, are looking extremely cosy in a recent photo, is there anything going on there? Are you hitting on your best friend’s girl? What does Steve Rogers think about this?” He bit his lip in annoyance and you rolled your eyes in irritation. He looked over to you at side stage, you mouthed him a ‘you don’t have to answer that’ but being Bucky, of course he’d answer it,

“You know, um, something I learned from my parents is the concept of respect, something you obviously have no idea about, but I respect my best friend, I love him like a brother and there is no way in hell would I ever do that to him,” he gave out a rough chuckle, obviously annoyed, “and another thing is support, I’m supporting my best friend and his relationship, it just so happens that Peggy is a very nice and respectable woman, I get along with her like a sister, so don’t overlook things, besides,” he smiles, “I’ve got my eye on someone else.” And suddenly there was chaos, the press was ravaging for answers as Bucky walked off stage.

“James. What. Have. You. Done.”

“He was being a dick!”

“Bucky, now every single girl you go out with is gonna be overlooked and that includes me!”

“So? They can overlook it all they want.” You groaned, you face scrunching up from stress, “Oh c’mon Y/N, don’t give me that face, do you want wrinkles?”

“This is not a joking matter, James, you’ve just opened up a can of worms!” You walked down, groaning again, “okay, okay,” You huffed, “You go out and do whatever, I’ll give out a statement and close this fucking mess.” You walked away from him as he called out to you,

“Y/N! C’mon, doll!”

“Bucky, seriously, I have things I need to get done because of that stupid stunt you just pulled.”

“Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to but you don’t have to put out a statement, I do have someone.”

“Oh great, Buck, I don’t have to put out a statement, thanks, babe!” You said sarcastically, rolling your eyes, “If you do have someone, you have to tell me who it is! We need to have a meeting with her and we need to brief her on your career!”

“I’m pretty sure she already knows.”

“Oh sure, so we’re just going to assume she knows?”

“I wouldn’t be assuming because I know she knows.”

“Bucky!”

“Y/N, seriously, don’t worry about her, she wouldn’t say anything, I mean you haven’t even seen her with me, that’s how awesome she is.”

“You’re being secretive about this, I’m concerned.”

“Don’t you worry one single bit, doll,” He smiled and gave you a hug, “I’ll see you tonight, okay?”

“Okay.” You whispered. He then went out of the venue, waving goodbye to you and running into the Range Rover. You let out a huff and took off your glasses, pressing your thumb and pointer finger on your sinus, “Oh Bucky Barnes, what am I to do with you?”

You arrived back at the hotel and spent your day in your room, answering phone calls for auditions and call backs, signing some forms, and renewing his resume. It was a productive day and you began to pack up his files. You checked your watch, 12:03 AM, Jesus Christ, had you really been working for that long? Suddenly your phone began to ring. You picked it up, a photo of you and Bucky popping up on the screen, along with his name. You slid the telephone across the screen to answer his call.

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Awwww it’s-it’s my favourite girl,” He slurred, “how ya doin’? You okay?”

“I’m fine, James, you seem to be having a good time?”

“O-oh yeahhh, a-amazing! Listen- listen, doll, I think, I think it’s time for you to meet the love of my life.” He burped,

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmmmm.”

“Where are you, Buck? I’ll meet you both there.”

“Oh y/nnnnn, you’re going to love her!” He drunkenly giggled,

“I’m sure I will, where are you?”

“I’m at zack-seven!”

“You mean Seven Jacks?” You laughed,

“Yeah, that one.”

“Alright, I’ll see you there.” Hanging up the phone, you put your black jumper over your white singlet, the length of the jumper just touching the thighs of your denim. You grabbed the keys of the Range Rover from the receptionist and thanked her quietly with a smile. You took the stairs to the underground car parking of the hotel and clicked the unlock button of the car, making the front lights of the Range Rover flash in attention. You got in and started the car, driving up from the car park. When you arrived, the streets were lit up by the lights of the club. You spotted Bucky next to the bouncer, a drunken smile swiped across his face. You parked the car and started walking towards him.

“Y/NNNNN!” He got up from where he rested and slung himself to you,

“Oh Christ! You’re so fucking heavy!”

“You- You’re so beautiful.”

“So, where’s the girl, Buck?”

“She’s here, plainly hereee.” He laughed. You opened the car door and strapped the seat belt on his body,

“Dude, you’re fucking plastered.” You laughed, closing the passenger side door,

“I love tequila.” You got into the car and made sure his seatbelt was on,

“You’re not gonna love it tomorrow, Bucky. I’ll leave some asprin on your bedside table.”

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Do you- Are you seeing anyone?”

“No, Bucky, I’m all about the job, you know that.”

“So, you’re single?” You nodded as he stared at you longingly, “Why are you suddenly asking all these questions?” He went silent and turned his head to the window, “Is Sam asking me out again?”

“Sam? Like Wilson?” You hummed in response, “That guy is a dick.”

“He’s sweet.”

“You’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong, Bucky, haven’t you learned?” You giggled. You found him staring at you, “What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Do you like Sam?”

“I mean, he’s cute and all-“

“But do you like him? Like, like-like?”

“What are we? In fourth grade?” He looked at you with dispirited eyes, “Bucky, what’s going on? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” You pulled up into the car park and took the key out of the engine. He tried to open his side of the door and almost slipped out. You rushed to his side of the car and slung his arm around your neck before closing the door and helping him walk to the elevator. The ride up to the fifteenth floor was quiet and there was a feeling in the pit of your stomach that something was not good.

You swiped his room card and lead him to his bed. You laid him down and started to take off his clothes from the night.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Bucky.” You laughed. He sat up from the bed as you untied his shoes. You felt his warm hand caress your cheek, you looked up in surprise from the contact. Your eyes locking with each other. Slowly, he leaned down and captured your lips against his. You started moving against his lips but pulled away, “I-I can’t do this, you’re drunk!”

“It doesn’t change the fact that I love you.”

“You’re not in the right state of mind, I have to go.”

“Y/N!” You walked out of the door, your hand covering your lips. You panted, your mind frazzled.

To say you got sleep last night would be a sinful lie. You couldn’t sleep a blink. The way his lips felt on yours kept your mind going all night. You had no idea what to do. Every time it ran through your mind, your heart would beat faster than it did last time, your lips would dry up, and your head would start pounding. You swung yourself out of bed and pushed your hair back in frustration, groaning, you got up and began to ready yourself. You went over to his room and gently woke him up.

“C’mon, Bucky, time to get up, you’ve got two interviews this morning.” You said, rubbing his back beside his bed, “Bucky.” He groaned and rolled over to face you,

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning to you too.” You smiled softly,

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just didn’t get any sleep.”

“Did you want the day off?”

“No, I’m fine, I’ll get through it, don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?” You nodded. There was a moment of silence. He eyed your hand, smaller than his. He slid his hand to find yours but you suddenly got up,

“Get dressed, we still have time to get coffee.” He nodded and you walked out of his room. You were avoiding the situation. You didn’t want to face him, you didn’t want to talk about it. This was your job and you could lose your job. You closed your hand on your face, breathing heavily, your eyes welling up. You couldn’t lose your job because you were in love with your boss. No way.

You got into the car and texted him to come down. He followed, a little too quickly, you thought. He gave you a soft smile and stared at you longingly. The silence of the car ride eating you from the inside out.

“So, did you drink the asprin I left on your table?” You asked, your eyes focus on the files in your hand,

“Um, yeah, I did, Y/N?”

“Yes, Bucky?”

“Y/N, can you please look at me?”

“Bucky, can it wait?”

“No.”

“Bucky, I need to check these out, trust me, it can wait.”

“Y/N.”

“Bucky, seriously.”

“Y/N, I’m being serious too.” He grabbed the files from your hands and sat on it. You growled at him,

“What is so goddamn important, Bucky? I need to do this job, this is what I’m here to do, this is why I’m with you, to do my job!”

“So that’s all this is? A job?”

“What else could it be?” He sat there in silence, his mouth opening to say something but he couldn’t let it out. He grabbed the file from under him and swallowed the lump from his throat,

“Sorry.”

“You got a call back for Dayton White in Logan Lucky, call back is on Friday.” You huffed out. Holding back the tears from the lie you just told. You knew this wasn’t just a job anymore. There was something else and if someone offered you $100 to pinpoint what it was, you’d get that $100.

A busy day ended in silence. Silence in your hotel room. Your head in your hands, trying to figure out what to do. Everyone knew who you were, you were always with him for godssake. You hopped into the shower, the steam taking over the bathroom. You walked back into the water, the heat flowing all over your body. You pushed your hair back, drenched from the water, and let your thoughts run just like the water making its way down the drain.

Turning off the water and wrapping a towel yourself, your heard a knocking on your door. Your phone was buzzing from text messages. You looked through the peephole on the door, Bucky’s face coming into view. You opened the door, he rushed in.

“Are you okay?” You asked curiously,

“Y/N, are we seriously not gonna talk about what happened last night?”

“We don’t have to, you were drunk, I get it.”

“I wasn’t drunk.”

“You could barely walk, you were fucking plastered.” You walked over to you room, still wrapped in your towel,

“Can we at least talk about what I said?”

“Bucky, there’s seriously no need.”

“Why are you so against talking about it!?”

“You were drunk, we kissed, that’s it, that’s all that happened! There’s no need to talk about it!”

“I told you I loved you.” He whispered and paused for a moment, “Can you honestly tell me you feel nothing?”

“I- We- Bucky…” You stammered, not noticing the closeness between the both of you. He put his right hand on your waist and his left upon your cheek, caressing it like he did the night before,

“Drunk words are sober thoughts, I thought you’d figure it out,” He leans in, his lips almost touching yours, “I love you.” His lips finally crash on yours, soft and careful, “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop.” You grabbed his face and crashed it against yours once again.

He lifted you up on your bed and hovered over you, refusing to disconnect your lips. He looked at you with questioning eyes, almost as if to ask you if it was okay to unwrap you from your body. You nodded and gave him a soft smile. He unwrapped the towel from you gently, like you were so fragile.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful.” He ran his hands over your body, tracing every goosebump that appeared upon your skin. He placed a kiss on your collar bone and dragged his mouth down to your breasts. He captured the hard nipple into his mouth, you moaned and pulled at his hair. He returned a moan as your hands gripped his hair harder and tighter.

“Bucky, please, I-“

“I know, doll.” His hands then gripped your hips and kneeled down to your naked heat. He dragged his finger in between your folds, causing you to moan and move your hips to create more friction from his hand, “You’re so fucking wet.” He placed his tongue flat on your clit and lick up, going faster with each moan that came out of you. His fingers were thrusting inside of your wet pussy, your moans growing louder.

“Fuck, Bucky!” You chanted, back arching, hands tangled in his hair, “I’m gonna cum! Bucky!”

“Cum, Y/N.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You panted as you came and he hovered over you once again, planting a kiss on your hungry lips, “Bucky, I need you, please…”

 “Patience, sweetheart.” He took a hold of his hard cock and gave it a light stroke before pushing himself into you, you moaned and gripped his hard bicep before lightly locking your arms around his neck as he thrusted into you, “You’re so tight.”

“Faster, p-please.” You panted, wrapping your legs around his waist. His thrusts got faster and deeper, your moans got louder. He grunted as your pussy clenched from pleasure, you bit his collarbone causing him to moan, “I-I’m gonna cum.”

“Just hold on a little bit m-more- FUCK- I’m almost there!”

“B-Bucky!”

“Are y-you there?” You nodded frantically, “Cum, baby.” With that command, your back arched and screamed out in pleasure, your fingernails scratching down his back, “Fuck, Y/N!” His thrusts slowed down and he nuzzled his face into your neck, panting, “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, rolling over and planting a kiss on your cheek. You rolled to face him and smiled as his fingertips traced up and down your spine, your eyes slowly shutting close.

After months passed, your relationship with Bucky just got stronger and, if possible, you were closer than ever. Although, you had to keep most of your relationship as secret, you were happy that you were able to see him every day… and help him with his job every day. Only a few people knew about your relationship, Steve and Peggy, and both of your parents. Today was a free day for Bucky, meaning paper work for you at your apartment. You answered calls for new auditions and organised interviews for the week after today. You stood up to refill your cup with coffee and suddenly felt light headed. You shrugged it off because you did stand up all too quickly. As you poured the coffee into your cup, you felt yourself gag. You covered your mouth and dropped your cup, running over to the sink and emptying out your guts. You hadn’t really eaten anything bad so you don’t know why you’d bed vomiting until it hit you. You’d missed your period.

“Shit…” You whispered, eyes wide. You ran over and grabbed your phone, dialling the only person you could think of, “Peggy? I need your help.”

Peggy arrived just ten minutes after your call. You thanked her and gave her a hug.

“Are you completely sure that you are?” She asked, her British accent thickly wrapped around her voice. You nodded as you paced back and forth,

“I mean, what else could it be right? We had sex and here I am…”

“Oh Y/N…”

“Peg, he’s gonna freak, I have to quit, I can’t ruin his career.” You sat on the bed and hung your head low. God, everyone who was a fan of Bucky would find out and they’d all think you were a user and a gold digger and everything in between, you could not do this to him,

“Babe, you don’t quit, maybe lay low for a while.”

“The two minutes is up.” Peggy bit her thumb and walked over to the bathroom with you. You picked up the small stick and sighed,

“What is it? What does it say?”

“Peg, I’m- I’m pregnant.” You whispered.

You were freaking out as Peggy tried to calm you down, when you suddenly heard the door close in your apartment.

“Y/N? Baby, I bought dinner.” He turned into the bedroom and saw you talking to Peggy, “Oh, hey Carter, I didn’t know you’d be here.” He leaned over and greeted her with a kiss on the cheek,

“I’m gonna go, okay?” She says rubbing your back, “Just call me if anything happens.”

“Okay.”

“Bye Bucky.” He nodded and looked at you with concern. You walked out of the bedroom, biting your thumb, trying to figure out what to say,

“Y/N? Is everything okay?” He asks, setting down the paper bag of food on the kitchen bench. You let out a huff,

“Bucky, I want to resign.”

“Ha-ha so funny.” You stood there in silence, “Y/N, you’re not being serious…”

“I need to resign, I’m just-“

“Why? What did I do?” He walks over to you and engulfed you in an embrace,

“No, Bucky, I can’t do this, please.”

“Yes, you can, Y/N, don’t leave me, I’m sorry, whatever I did I’m sorry, please tell me what I did.”

“No, you wouldn’t care, it’s not important.” Tears had started flowing from your eyes,

“I wouldn’t care? You’re important to me!”

“Please, I can’t-“ He stood there and looked at you with blank eyes until a tear slipped away from his blue eyes,

“Frankly, my dear, I do give a damn, so don’t tell me what I don’t care about, just, please talk to me.”

“I-I’m- I’m pregnant.”

“Oh Christ, I thought you were breaking up with me.”

“I didn’t know I was your girlfriend?” He moved closer to you and took your face in his hands,

“Well, do you want to be?”

“Obviously.” He kneeled down and placed his head on your tummy,

“And as for this little guy, as if you’d think I wouldn’t want kids with you.”

“I was just scared, I guess.” He stood back up and kissed you,

“You are gonna be the most amazing mom any kid could ask for and I feel so lucky that I got to be a part of it, I love you, Y/N and I could never think of a life that’s not without you.” You gave him a smile and leaned in once again,

“I love you too, Bucky.”

“So, does this mean no more rough sex?”

“You wanna try it out?” You laughed, leading him into the bedroom.

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