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geminigirl0298 · 3 years ago

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The Course Of True Love

Relationship: Loki Odinson x Original Female Character

Summary: Loki Odinson never expected to see his mother hurrying down a hall with a smart-mouthed, soot-covered figure who was supposedly the princess of Vanaheim. He never expected her to stay more than a week, much less an entire century, and he surely did not expect their initial animosity to morph into the fluttering, tickling feeling he got in his stomach every time she was near.

Word Count: 4.1 k

A/N: This story is almost complete, so updates will be weekly. Feel free to ask to be added to taglist.

Warnings: Smut later on (will be marked), 18+, loss of virginity, fingering (female receiving), oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, cursing, inappropriate language

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CHAPTER 2

My dearest Sigrid,

I write you today with much overdue good news. Our efforts to root out the remaining Vanir traitors are almost complete. Tensions have lessened amongst the people and a tide has begun to turn. It seems that they have forgotten the ways of the prejudiced and will soon be ready to accept you as their princess. I would suspect it should not be long now before a visit home is on the horizon.

My dear, your patience and grace has not gone unnoticed by me. I know the centuries have been trying, and your heart aches for the day we will be reunited at home. All I can do is ask you for a little more faith and send you all my love.

Sigrid smiled down at the half-read parchment in front of her. Letters were the main means of communication between her and her father, and whilst they were often delivered with some frequency, the past few months had been few and far between. And yet, this letter somehow made up for it. Her eyes lingered on the little word he had used but twice; home. It made her grin widen. She had long accepted Asgard as her home—how could she not when she was being looked after by the Allmother and the Allfather—but not being able to return to her place of birth always left a void in her heart.

That did not mean she was ungrateful for the life that had been bestowed on her. Frigga, the Queen, had slipped into the role of a second mother without having to be asked. She raised Sigrid from a young girl into a woman alongside her own sons, both of whom had grown into fine men over the centuries. Thor, the elder of the two, had long begun regarding her as the younger sister he never had. He protected her as fiercely as he shielded his brother, although with arguably less teasing and jest.

Sigrid had also managed to pick up some friends along the way, courtesy the two princes. There were many as the years passed, notably the Warriors Three and the Lady Sif, the latter of whom was walking next to her down the palace corridors. Her ferocity in battle was unmatched, and it coupled with her beauty and high-born standard to give her the well-deserved title of a warrior maiden.

“Why are you smiling like that?” inquired Sif with a toss of her sleek ponytail.

“It must be a letter from her prince,” chimed a new voice. It belonged to Ingrid, her youngest lady in waiting. The girl had been born a bastard to a high lord who was already married without a care for the consequences of his actions. He had cast the girl and her mother aside for years until Sigrid heard the story from one of the Queen’s ladies over tea. The girl was too old to be a ward, yet young and pretty, so Sigrid had taken her on as a lady.

“The letter is not from Loki,” Sigrid informed her, rolling up the paper and securing the seal. There was quite a bit to read, and she decided it would be best to do so in the privacy of her own bedroom.

“I never specified which prince.” Ingrid’s lips quirked up in a teasing smile. The nonchalance in her tone did nothing except add to Sigrid’s exasperation, although it was not the first time such an implication had been made. Whilst Thor was like a bother, Loki was her closest friend. Try as she might, she could not come to think of the raven-haired prince in a sibling-like manner. To her, he was always just Loki.

“You…” Sigrid reached out to grab the girl’s ear — lightly, of course—only for her to duck away in a whirl of red hair. Sif just let out a laugh. “Your jest, whilst usually appreciated, is not needed now. Go find Agathe and see if she can’t find something for you to do. Lest you mock me the entire day.” Ingrid gave a small curtsy before skipping down the corridors.

“I’ve always liked her,” Sif commented with a grin. “Tis a shame about her father. Odin knows she’s better off with you.” Sigrid could not help but agree.

“She’s awfully resilient. A bit talkative at times, but it’s a welcome distraction from the monotony that has fallen in Loki’s absence.” The duo paused at the balcony, both leaning over the banister to look out over the training area. They had both visited it earlier for their weekly sparring match. She appreciated the exercise and the ability it gave her to defend herself, but violence had never been her high on her list of likes. Sigrid preferred to talk things out, to understand the opposing side rather than see who could shed more blood. And she was getting quite good at verbal navigation thanks to her silver-tongued best friend.

“And the barrage of unwanted compliments and advances of all the men trying to be the next king of Vanaheim,” Sif added. “Although they seem to keep their distance when Thor or Loki are with you.” Sigrid’s face faltered, only for a second, but it was enough for Sif’s to fill with concern. “Have I said something to upset you?”

“It’s not you,” Sigrid admitted, holding up the letter, “it’s my father. He wrote to me.”

Sif placed her hand on Sigrid’s free one. “This is good! I know how upset you’ve been seeing as he has not visited in a while. What did he say?”

“He-Oof!” As she was explaining, a bony figure ran straight into her shoulder. It caught her so off guard that she pitched forward towards the banister. Sif, with her battle-hardened reflexes, righted her with one strong grip. “Excuse me!”

Two women stood before her, neither of whom she recognized. They were both dressed in fine clothing that betrayed their high stations. They were polar opposites, the women, one tall with dark brown hair and eyes and skin and the other shorter, possessing the typical Aesir traits of fair hair and blue eyes. The latter regarded her with disinterest.

“Have you no sense of direction?” Sif wanted to know. “You almost knocked the princess over the balcony!”

“Many apologies, princess,” spoke the taller woman. “I am Lady Hilda.” Her slender hand raised to point at the girl next to her, and Sigrid could see the dark fingers were adorned with numerous jeweled rings. “This is Lady Eva.”

“So very pleased to meet you, princess.” Lady Eva’s eyes had not left Sigrid’s, and something about her detached greeting made the hair on her neck rise.

It was no surprise that Sigrid did not trust people with ease How could she when her own countrymen had turned on her? The entire ordeal had left her with a complex when meeting new people, one that she had actively worked to overcome. Yet, despite her efforts, she could not help the alarm bells the fair-haired woman set off in her head. There was something about her that grated Sigrid’s very soul.

“It’s okay,” she addressed the two women, although Eva had yet to apologize. “It was an accident. But do tell me where you are hurrying too. It must be important for you to have veered off the walkway.”

The only indication that her subtle sarcasm had been noted was a tightening of Lady Eva’s eyes. Hilda, however, gave a sheepish smile. “Again, so sorry, princess. We’ve heard that the princes are soon to return. We were on our way to our rooms.”

Both Sif and Sigrid glanced at each other. “The princes?” Sif echoed. “They’re back from Alfheim?”

“On their way back,” Lady Hilda corrected, in a kind fashion. “My father is an advisor to the King and they’ve just received word. Prince Thor and Prince Loki were successful in their endeavors. There is to be a celebration in their names tonight!” She stopped to clap her hands together excitedly. “Oh, we must get ready!”

“You must,” Sigrid agreed, sharing a knowing look with Sif. Hilda was of no danger. She was just another girl enthralled by the palace and its offerings, and maybe hoped to get the attentions of one of the princes.

“It was nice to meet you, princess.” Hilda bowed and took ahold of her friend’s arm. “Have a lovey day.”

“Same to you.” Hilda walked off, dragging Eva behind her, and it was only when she rounded the corner did Sigrid release the breath she was holding. “Well, there’s yet another hopeful for the hand of one of the princes. I think she’d go for Thor, though. Loki would grow quite irritated with her enthusiasm.”

“In that case I hope she goes for him.” Sif’s words were bitter. She reached up to grab the ends of her hair, seemingly lost in thought.

Sigrid watched her with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve not yet forgiven him for cutting your hair,” she deduced.

Sif’s eyes snapped to hers. “If you’re going to defend him-”

“I’m not.” Sigrid raised her hands in surrender. The loss of Sif’s hair had less to do with the length, and more to do with the colour change. Whatever Loki had done transformed the previously golden locks to a deep, chocolate brown. He had claimed it was not intentional, merely a side effect of his magic, but Sif would not hear it. She had thoroughly and effectively thrashed the prince before bestowing some choice words. Loki had told Sigrid all about it the day after during their walk in the gardens.

“Good.” Sif nodded brightly. “Because you do that a lot, you know? And forgive me for saying this, but I’m afraid he does not always deserve it.” The brunette beauty shook her head. “Valhalla knows how someone like him was able to obtain a friend like you.”

Sigrid gave a rueful smile. It was a comparison she had heard a thousand times over. Save for their quietness and inclination towards books, she and Loki could not be more different. She was a princess by all standards— just, respectable and never without kindness. He was the long-proclaimed God of Mischief, and deceit was his forte.

In the early days, their close friendship was met with a lot of weird looks. Many had thought she would cling to Thor. He was, in their eyes, the better choice. Instead, the strange little princess from the neighboring realm had gone and chosen the introverted, ball of angst that was the younger son of the crown.

“Loki is not only what he appears to be,” she said. “There are many other sides of him he chooses not to show to the public.”

Sif blew out air from between her cheeks. “I wish he would appear far away from me at all times. He’s annoying. I’ve no idea how you stand him. You’re so good.”

“He is a good man. I would not have been his friend had I thought the opposite.” Sif made a face, but said nothing. “Although, it is easy for me to say that considering I’ve never faced his ire. I must be lucky.”

“Yes. Lucky.” Sif teased.

“Oh, hush.” Sigrid gave her friend a good-natured bump with her hip, and tugged her down the hall. “Half of Asgard already makes such assumptions. I’ll not have you make them too.”

ooOOoo

Evening brought the palace celebrations into full swing. There was already a crowd of persons there on any given day, but that always tripled in number for events. The throne room was lined with adoring Asgardians vying for a rare glimpse at the royal family in all their glory. Some-the more important ones like noblemen and advisors- were sitting in the boxes strategically placed in a semi-circle high above the crowds. Each allowed for smaller groups to gather, and one, right in the middle, held Sigrid and her ladies.

“I don’t know what it is about her,” she was saying to Agathe, “but I don’t trust her. I’ve never even seen either of them before today.”

Agathe’s grey eyes were wide with understanding. “She must be the daughter of a dignitary or nobleman. You know how often they come and go. It’s not too much of a surprise that today was your first time seeing her. But if you’re not sure, you can always ask the palace gossip.”

“I am not a gossip!” exclaimed Ingrid from her position near the banister. She was leaning so far over Sigrid was afraid she may fall into the crowd below. “I just happen to have a lot of relevant information pertaining to a lot of people in the castle. Now point her out this ‘Lady Eva’, if you please.”

Sigrid leaned forward off the couch a bit. Her eyes searched the visible crowd below, then shifted to the boxes on either side. “I don’t think I- There! The one in the pink dress next to Lord Erik.”

“Hmm…” Ingrid tilted her head, studying the girl. After a while, she turned back to the older women. “I don’t know who she is.”

“How shocking,” Agathe whispered in mock horror.

“But I will find out for you, princess. Some of the other ladies are bound to know.”

Trumpets sounded through the air, announcing the arrival of the king and queen. The sound went through Ingrid like a firework, causing the younger girl to vibrate with excitement. She knew, as did everyone, that Thor and Loki would soon approach. “Thank you, Ingrid, now go find your friends and enjoy the party. I’ve no further need of your services tonight.”

“Thank you, princess!” Ingrid gave a wide beam and made to leave. “You are truly the most kind.”

“That one is trouble,” Agathe said, “but I am fond of her. A little more discipline and she’ll be a fine lady.”

“She’s already a fine lady,” Sigrid corrected, noting the way Agathe’s eyes were heavy with fatigue, “as are you. But you are also my friend, and as your friend I think I can tell you that you look dead on your feet. Is Anni better at all?”

Agathe sighed. She, like Ingrid, had an unusual entrance into palace employment. Born a peasant girl, Agathe had lived a simple life and entered an arranged marriage. Her husband-a young man in the guard-had been killed in war, leaving her alone and heavily pregnant. Sigrid had happened upon her during a walk in town with Sif. She was attempting to steal fruit from a vendor when someone alerted the vendor to her thievery. The two women intervened and managed to prevent her from losing her hand. A few months later, she had given birth and begun working as her lady.

“She’s better, but I still worry. I only left for a few hours because she’s asleep and I know I’ve been scarce. I apologize-”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, Agathe. Your child is sick. Any mother worth her salt would be beside herself.” She gave her a small smile. “Now I insist you take the night off as well.”

“Sigrid, I can’t leave you all alone,” Agathe protested. “Ingrid is off Odin knows where and your usual entourage is absent. I’m staying.”

“You’re going. Thor and Loki will be here soon and I’ll join them for the celebrations. I won’t be alone.” Agathe still looked unsure, so Sigrid let a hint of authority bleed into her voice. “I insisted but I’ll command if I have too.”

Agathe smiled ruefully. “Thank you, princess.”

Once Agathe was gone, Sigrid walked over to the balcony. It was tall enough for her to place her elbows on and lean over, surveying the scene below. Odin was at the head of the room, Frigga taking her usual place beside him. He addressed the room in his low tones, voice as regal as the first day she had met him so long ago. He was much older now, the age showing on his face and in his one good eye, yet the way in which he commanded respect never changed.

“… and I am pleased to welcome home my sons, Prince Thor, and Prince Loki.” The crowd erupted in cheers, practically beside themselves as the princes came down the aisle.

Thor came out bold, as always, cutting a striking figure in his red cape. He swung Mjolnir around like a toy, hyping up the crowd for his return. He truly did love the attention he got from the people, and they loved giving it to him. Thor Odinson was their light prince, who commanded thunder and lightning and always provided an entertaining show. And who didn’t love a show?

But to Sigrid, flashiness was not the be all. She much preferred the entrance of the younger prince. His stride was graceful at his brother’s side, waving at the crowd in gentle motions. His back was to her, but she assumed he was wearing his trademark smirk. Unlike his brother, he carried no weapon and his colours were mute save for the golden horns that sat atop his head. Loki loved his helm. Much thought and care had gone into the design, and Sigrid made sure to confer an equal amount of teasing upon seeing the finished product.

It was only when he took his place at the steps of the throne did, he turn so his face was visible. Sigrid propped her chin on steepled fingers as she took him in. It was true that he was not broad or as muscular as his brother or father, nor did he share their familiar fair hair. Instead, his was as black as night, curling at the ends when he let it get too long. His facial structure was all high cut cheek bones and sharp jawline as opposed to the more rugged face of Thor. Even his frame was different; slender, paired with long limbs and arguably the most elegant hands she had ever seen on a man.

The only resemblance she saw were the mannerisms between himself and his mother. The way he spoke, how he carried himself. The little smirk before a mischievous act. The way he waved his hands to cast his seidr instead of flicking his wrist like the long hand of clock. It all came together to make him truly unique.

“If you like staring at me so much I can always have a portrait made.”

Sigrid whirled around. Loki was standing before her, a little smirk playing on his lips as he took in her confusion. “What?” She turned towards to throne again, only to see that Loki was indeed standing there next to his brother as his father droned on. As if sensing her, his eyes slid up to hers to give a little wink. Sigrid let out a sigh. “You and these damned illusions.”

“And here I was thinking you’d be glad to see me,” Loki mocked hurt. “Would my princess prefer if I’d returned to the front of the crowd? Or maybe back to Alfheim for another month?”

Unbidden, Ingrid’s earlier words about Loki being ‘her prince’rang in her mind, dusting her cheeks in a light blush. Loki would often call her all sorts of endearments, particularly when teasing her, but she had never taken it to mean more until Ingrid had made that joke. “Don’t be dramatic. And sit down before someone sees you. Surely your mother will figure out it’s not actually you down there.”

Removing his helm, Loki took a seat on the couch. Sigrid slid next to him, tucking one leg under her body as she rotated in his direction. One of her arms rested on the back of the chair, bent at the elbow to prop her face. Loki settled deeper into the couch. His long legs were spread wide, allowing his left knee to touch her right.

“How was Alfheim?” she wanted to know. “Is it as picturesque as they say?”

“Even more so. I’ve read about the lands and seen pictures in books but seeing it in person was something else entirely.” Loki paused for a second, a brow lifted in thought. “Although, I’m not sure I could live there. There was something too calm about the way they operated. I quite like the chaos of Asgard’s inner rulings.”

“Well you would, seeing as you cause half of it.” She reached out to flick his ear. “And what about the people? I’ve heard the Light Elves are some of the most beautiful in all the nine realms. The women, especially.”

“Beautiful, yes, but the title of ‘most’ is already held by the princess of Vanaheim.” He tucked a stray curl away from her face as he usually did when her stubborn hair refused to stay in its binds. Compliments were not a thing the God of Mischief gave out on a regular basis, yet Sigrid received them in abundance. Just like all the times before, she brushed it off with a simple joke.

“There goes that silver tongue again. I’m sure you handled all the negotiations with the Queen whilst Thor stood there with his hammer all fetching.”

Loki laughed out loud. “He was rather prepossessing. A new girl at his door every day, and we know how our beloved Thor cannot turn down the affections of a simpering woman.” There was no hate in his his voice, nor did jealousy enter his tone. He and Thor had never shared the same taste in lovers, so this was not a point of contention for the brothers. They never had to worry about fighting over someone with whom they wished to share a bed.

“And what about you?” Sigrid inquired with a wiggle of her brows. “Surely one of the light elves met your standards, high as they may be. You are a very picky person.”

Loki turned the full force of his green-blue eyes on her. In all the time she had known him, Sigrid could never quite find a single word to encompass their colour. They jumped between the sea and a blade of grass with changes in light, and it was always a joy to see what shade they would take on at any given time. “There’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want. It’s kept me from getting involved with the wrong people.”

“That is a lie,” Sigrid wagged a finger at him. “All the lovers of your past have disliked me immensely. The only one that was not terrible was Fjor.”

“Ah, Fjor.” Loki let out a breath of air, eyes glossing over at the mention of the man. He had known Fjor before he had known Sigrid and harbored the most intense crush on the boy during his teen years. In the end it was Sigrid who pushed him to make a move by locking the two in the library during a party. “He was fun.”

“I liked him a lot. Tis a shame his father arranged that marriage to that advisor’s daughter. You loved each other so much.”

“Fjor and I were never going to last,” Loki told her with a shrug. “As gracious as my parents have been about my desirabilities, it is the unspoken truth that I will have to wed a woman for the sake of heirs.” He stopped then to give her a sudden look. “Of course, that day is not near. Thor would have to well be king and married before that trouble starts for me.”

Sigrid shook her head. “The day Thor gets held down by one woman will be a feat in itself.”

“I trust the good Lady Sif is already working on tha-”

Shouts rose from the crowd below. Perturbed, they both shared a look before scrambling to peer over the banister. The entire crowd was chattering away, some pointing at the throne whilst others covered their mouths. Thor was standing next to Loki’s illusion, staring at it with narrow eyes. Suddenly, he thrust his hand towards it, only for his large fist to go straight through the facsimile. “Brother? BROTHER!”

“Whoops!” Loki let out a nervous laugh. Both Thor and his father were peering through the crowd looking for him. His mother, calm as ever, just lifted her face to meet the two of them. There was a slight smirk on her lips, as though she had already known where he was. “It seems I’ve been found out.”

“You better get down there,” Sigrid told him. “And I want you to make it clear I had nothing to do with this.”

Loki gave no verbal response. He just picked up his helm, gave her a wink, and then disappeared in a flash of green.

Chapter 3

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myonepiece · 4 years ago

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hi! could i have some headcanons with sanji, ace, and zoro about a reader who they have feelings for being in a relationship with someone else and getting into a fight with their s/o? if that makes sense 🥴 i’d love to know if you think they’d comfort the reader, get protective over them, get jealous, etc. thank u!!! 💕

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Sanji, Ace, Zoro when their crush has an argument with their boyfriend

-how d a r e your boyfriend fight with you, and how D A R E he make you cry!!

-Sanji was fawning over you in a second, not actually hugging you until you hugged him first

-he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your head while he let you cry into his chest

-he’ll bring you to the kitchen once you’ve calmed down and have you sit onn the counter while he makes you a snack

-tell him anything, he’s great at advice and cheering you up especially if you’re boyfriend had insulted you

-he’s also amazing at shit talking your boyfriend, he does it all the time in the form of mumbles to himself so if you start doing it Sanji is right along side you

-”that man smells like marimo after a workout!”

-he gets very passionate about the whole situation and making sure you know you are not in the wrong and that you can come to Sanji whenever you want with whatever you need

-he relishes the moments he gets to spend hugging you and physically comforting you knowing that it’ll be over soon

-he throws in not-so-subtle hints that you can always be with him instead

-”_____-swan you need someone to treat you like a princess/prince!” “I would never make you cry!” “if I were your boyfriend [fill in blank]!”

-once you’re okay and you’re all set up at the table with food and a drink in front of you, Sanji leaves to race to wherever your boyfriend is and give him a piece of his mind

-but don’t worry he comes prancing right back into the kitchen a few minutes later to continue comforting you and tending to your every need

-he’s simultaneously panicking, angry, sad, and happy

-he’s pissed at your boyfriend, he doesn’t know what to do to make you stop crying, he gets sad when you’re sad, but he’s happy that you came to him for comfort

-he’ll more than happily take you into his arms and stroke your hair while you cry into his chest, probably a little too happily

-he’s not the best at hiding his joy at your current predicament but he’s trying because he doesn’t want to make you think he likes seeing you like this

-if it was a bad fight then Ace will totally be in that room yelling at your boyfriend in the blink of an eye

-he knows one thing that cheers him up so maybe it’ll cheer you up: food and sleeping!

-he’ll have Thatch make. you some food and he does use it as an excuse to get Thatch to make food for him too

-then he brings you over to a table that’s not surrounded by crewmates so you have some privacy and peace

-if you need to talk he’s ready but he chooses to distract you with stories and the food

-he ends up falling asleep and you end up doingthe same, your head falling onto his shoulder and his arm subconsciously moving around your shoulder

-you would have to be visibly upset for him to notice, or he would have heard your argument

-he’s ready to stop whatever he’s doing and attempt to help, he’s not the best at these sort of things but for you he’ll try

-before he comforts you though, he’s pissed at your boyfriend so he has to yell at him and blow off some steam

-afterwards though he’ll find his way to you and sit down nonchalantly beside you, handing you a bottle of sake if he grabbed any

-if you need to cry he’ll stay. awkwardly still while you settle against his chest and then after a few minutes he’ll wrap his arm around your shoulder and rub his thumb over your shoulder

-he’ll let out a few mumbled insults about your boyfriend, most of which are fairly explicit and gross, but they work

-he’s also not the best at the romantic lovey-dovey compliments so with a very prominent blush on his face he’ll tell you blunt compliments under his breath, you really have to listen to hear them

-”you’re beautiful though.” “I like when you do that.” “it’s cute when you do that.”

-he’ll be quiet besides that, silence consuming the area except for your slowing cries

-once you’re calmed down he’ll stay there if you want but if not he’ll stay there while he watches you get up- suddenly wishing he could pull you back down and hold you more

#one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #sanji x reader #sanji imagine #sanji headcanons #portgas d. ace imagine #portgas d. ace x reader #portgas d.ace headcanons #ace headcanons #ace x reader #zoro x reader #zoro imagine #zoro headcanons

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karls-writing-space · 3 years ago

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Hello my beloved! :D I figured I should help you out with your blog by doing a little Mirai Nikki ask for none other than our frosty snow son Akise! Let's do A, C, H, and N from the alphabet thingy! Ofc, take your time! I just wanted to throw that out there because I have fond memories of us doing the little MN roleplay :D

Listen here. You're my beloved, babeyyy /lh.

But henlo, Styxx Dearest!

Thank you for coming to help my blog out lol.

Absolutely, I'll more than happily write this! After all, Akise is *chefs kiss* an amazing snowman.

First Mirai Nikki ask!! Wooo!

Aaa, NikoAkiShou our beloved :3 I love the memories of our MN Roleplay :DD

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SFW Alphabet -

"A", "C", "H", and "N" for Aru Akise!

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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Akise is much more affectionate in private than in public.

In public, he will hold his S/O's hand, wrap an arm around their shoulders, and press kisses onto their face. There wouldn't be any big, grandiose gestures or displays of affection as he'd much rather be affectionate with his S/O when it's the two of them.

If he wants to play around and tease his S/O, Aru will make some bigger acts of affection such as:

More passionate kisses

Whispering or just outright saying out loud flirty lines to his S/O.

Twirling them around.

And just outright teasing them in front of their friends - and then pointing out the fact that they're blushing. However, he won't go overboard. If he sees that they're uncomfortable, he will stop, apologize, and try to make it up to his S/O.

In private, however, brings out a whole different side to Akise.

You see, I headcanon Mr. Akise over here to be a little clingy. He loves having the person [or people] he loves in his arms.

Akise loves cuddling his S/O. Or just hugging them. Or just having his hands on them in some loving way.

When cuddling, he tends to be the big spoon, as he loves having his S/O in his arms. However, he wouldn't mind being the small spoon. As long as his lover is happy, then he's happy.

If he's in a polyamorous relationship, Akise will pull his lovers close. One of their heads could be on his lap, while the other could lean onto the snowman.

He likes to infuse some fun into his relationship. Life can be stressful, especially with school and such, so he tries to make some fun, light-hearted activities for him and his S/O.

There were many things he and his S/O could do together. Like - playing board/video games, building forts, dancing around...

If his S/O wanted to do something in particular, and it didn't end up with them getting in any sort of trouble, then Akise would be down for what they wanted to do.

They wanted to go to the beach? He'll get the necessities.

His partner wants to go to an amusement park? He'll happily chip in with prices, and he will try to win his S/O the prize they wanted.

Akise would totally call his S/O lovey-dovey Nicknames in public just to see them blush.

"Well, hello there, my prince/princess/leige~"

"How are we today, my snowflake?"

"Awww~! Look at you, (Nickname)-Bear! So cute~"

He loves, loves , LOVES seeing their blushing face.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

While he seems indifferent of the thought of cuddles in public, in private, Akise absolutely LOVES cuddles.

He wants to be able to melt away the thoughts of his detective work and just be around his S/O.

I do headcanon Aru to be a little clingy and touch-starved. He never really had time for a relationship before he met his S/O, and once he was in a relationship with them, they brought out this little clingy side of him even he didn't know about.

Aru usually is the big spoon when he's spooning his lover. He likes to hold them close to his body so that he can keep them safe.

"You're safe in my arms, darling. Nobody will harm you. I'm sure of it."

However, if his S/O prefers to be the big spoon, he will not argue and just go with it. He will melt into their grasp and compliment them.

"Ahh, you're so warm, darling. It's as if you're my own personal comforter."

Akise is also a HUGE sucker for suprise cuddles. Like, if his S/O sneaks up behind him (when his guard is down), glomps him into a hug, and begins to cuddle him, he will MELT.

Again he's touch-starved. The guy needs his hugs and cuddles.

When Akise comes over to wherever his S/O is all tired and such, he will just pull them in his arms and just CLING to them tiredly.

"Love me, my sweet. Love me..."

Akise deserves the world isttg—

He'd also either pull them into his lap and hold them close that way, or vice versa, climb into their lap and ask to be held.

"Love? Could you please hold me? I desire your cuddles..."

When holding his S/O in his lap while cuddling, Aru rocks side to side a bit , almost like a parent rocking their child.

He'll also whisper sweet things into his lover's ear however and whenever they're cuddling.

Honestly, Akise cuddles are the best.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs? And Akise?

Yes please.

Akise would hug his S/O as a way to say 'hello' and 'goodbye' — with and without actually saying it.

He'd also hug them to say 'I love you', which would follow up with or include a kiss from this lovable detective.

These hugs are a bit tight, but loose enough for His lover to breathe. He would also bring in a little squeeze or two in there when hugging his S/O too.

There are times when he will pull his S/O into a one-armed side hug. This could be used so that he could hold them close to him, or to make them feel somewhat secure or protected.

Aru will also pull his lover into a hug when they're upset, or sad, or hurt — or just experiencing any negative emotion.

"Love, what's the matter?" He'd ask, and he would listen to them speak if they wanted to answer his question. He won't interrupt them, and will just listen to them all while trying to provide them some sort of comfort.

When he just wants the feeling of them in his arms, Akise will hug them for minutes on end. He will sway a little from side to side while hugging them as well.

How often does Aru hug his S/O? As often and as much as he can.

Being a young detective, and with this whole future diary thing going on, Akise doesn't have a whole lot of time on his hands. So, he's grateful for any time he has his S/O in his arms.

N - Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Aru are rather calm and relaxing.

He and his S/O would possibly read together for a little while , or talk about something that the two of them enjoyed. Or they didn't have to say anything at all and just enjoy each other's presence in silence.

They'd also have little fun moments together as well. Building pillow forts was one of them. Maybe playing some board games. Possibly baking together. Or watching a few movies.

There would be little to no noise in the house, unless he and his S/O were doing an activity that created noise, or if they were talking.

His 'parents' aren't really home all that often, so he takes care of the place himself. And he has his own privacy there nearly 24/7.

He will sleep anywhere in his house with his S/O. In the living room. In his room. In a pillow fort they made. On the floor. Anywhere.

Akise and his S/O would be holding each other in a loose, sleepy embrace , the two looking lovingly at one another. A small, sleepy yet loving smile would adorn his features.

"You're so cute when you're half asleep." His lover would say, earning an eyebrow cock from detective snowman. "Oh, please. You must be mistaken. You're very endearing when you're half asleep, hon."

Aru would then plant a kiss on his lover's cheek, that smile of his just never leaving. He'd then pull his lovely partner closer to his body, allowing them to rest their body on his.

Aru would mutter things to his lover as the two begin to slowly saunter to sleep.

"I love you, dear. So much. So much that the gods wouldn't be able to explain it."

"I won't let anyone hurt you. I won't lose you I this... sick 'game'"

As he continues to mutter things to his S/O, they would eventually fall asleep. Once he notices that they are asleep, Akise just smiles slightly, observing how precious his S/O looked in their sleep

"How precious." He would mumble before sauntering off to sleep himself.

All while still holding his S/O in his arms.

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floralovebot · 3 years ago

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I'd love to read more about what you think about how often they get in trouble! And since you said Riven would get flack for Musa's songs, do you think he'd get flack for having dated Darcy?

FUCK YEAH DUDE

Fair warning, this is a bit long!

So, for the Winx, I said that most to least likely to get in trouble was Musa, Stella - Bloom, Flora, Tecna, and then Aisha. And for the Specialists, I said Riven, Sky, Brandon, Helia, and then Timmy. Again, I do think who's the most hated greatly depends on the planet and culture, so how often they get into trouble also depends on this (for instance, Stella having a more laid back approach to certain things may get her in trouble on Zenith, but not on Solaria).

Musa: The classic problematic. It's not that she's a bad person, she's just in the news a lot. Sometimes it's about another heartbreak song, sometimes it's about a fight she had with Riven in public, sometimes it's about her dry humor and sarcasm being interpreted as mean, and other times it's about some vague tweet she wrote and never deleted. She advocates for a lot of good stuff and definitely uses her platform to try and change things so she's not the worst celebrity out there, but she also tends to speak before she knows everything and that can occasionally be a problem. She fiercely defends the others when they get into trouble and constantly vagues "news sources" (aka drama sites) so people still view her as a little negative by proxy. (Also, some people think her being a fairy of music gave her an unfair advantage in the music industry and that she isn't actually talented.)

Stella - Bloom: I'm putting them on the same level because I think they're both fairly similar in how often they get into drama. As princesses who often get involved in things, their every movement is under scrutiny. Stella handles it a lot better than Bloom due to her media training and being watched since she was young.

Bloom usually tries to stay out of the negative spotlight but that often makes her seem avoidant of important issues. She does speak up about things but it's usually after days of editing and rewriting her words so she gets accused of only talking about something because people wanted her to. She also tends to get nervous answering anything about politics or Domino so that makes people reluctant to listen to her words. Then there's the obvious drama with Sky. While they aren't as public as Rivusa, things get out quickly and when they're in a heated moment they tend to forget about their surroundings. People from Eraklyon tend to hate both of them because Bloom is "too loud and angry and just being rude" and Sky is "forgetting his place and rising to the challenge, not a great sign for a future king". On the flip side, Bloom has saved the magical universe multiple times and continues to do so. Basically, she's one of those celebrities that you either really love or really hate.

Stella is another classic problematic! Again, it's not that she's a bad person, she just gets noticed a lot. People accuse her of being classist and ignorant just because she's royalty. They also hate whenever she spends a lot of money on things like clothing and makeup because it's seen as a wasted expense (since most of her money pre-S3 was coming from her parents). People absolutely see her as a spoiled brat that can't read the room and doesn't deserve to be queen. Stella often tries to prove those ideas wrong in very subtle ways because she knows outright denying them would only further the problem. But just like the others, she spends a lot of time advocating for the good and for the better. She also cares deeply about her friends and it's obvious to everyone, even the people that hate her. So while she is in the news a lot, most people can see through it and support her. But she does still get into trouble for her shopping sprees. Her spending a lot of money on things is largely why people sometimes have trouble being on her side. It's almost always seen as a spoiled princess move and a large factor in why people think she's classist and/or ignorant.

Flora: Flora is interesting because a lot of people initially assume that because she's a very shy and nice girl that she won't get into any drama. So it's a complete surprise when she argues with people online and starts calling people out. She's often fighting for the right thing and she rarely gets her facts wrong, but people hate getting called out and they hate it when someone they think should be quiet and nice goes to town on their ass. Even the people that agree with her often think she's too aggressive in her replies (while others think her tone is fine). Flora also isn't extremely open about her personal life outside of fighting crime with the Winx so that doubles her online persona as being just mean and "too political". People say that she should just stick to watering plants and leave the politics to the actual politicians. She responds by calling them hypocrites since they were just asking for celebrities to use their platforms. She gets called out for thinking she's a celebrity. She responds that she has a large platform and people follow her for her work. It's just a constant cycle and she never runs out of things to say (which isn't bad, but it always gets her into trouble). Tbh, I can also see the exact opposite where Flora just doesn't get involved in anything because she's too busy posting pictures of her plants and random dogs she sees but, I think eventually the need to defend her friends would win out and once she gets a little taste of activism, she wouldn't stand down (yknow how she constantly berates the Winx for wanting to attack the controlled animals? Basically like that. She has very strong moral opinions).

Tecna: I had some trouble with this because I almost wanted to put her last but overall I think her general personality would get her into trouble more than what happens with Aisha. Tecna is often blunt and she doesn't necessarily hide when she doesn't like something. So sometimes reporters will come up to her and ask her a question and she'll just hit them with an "I don't want to talk to you." and then walks away. Tecna doesn't see anything wrong with this because she views being honest to the media as relatively important as they could easily find out if she's lying through spying and technology. Overall, people just see her as a little too honest and she gets into trouble a lot with being open about not wanting to interact with fans a lot or being cautious about press.

Aisha: It's a bit surprising that a princess is the last on the list no? Andros has a very good handle on things like media and press, and while they definitely aren't controlling it by any means, most news sites know not to mess with them. They're very strict on things like personal boundaries and privacy and try to protect anyone who could be affected by the media (celebrities, online personas, royals, athletes, etc). Aisha also has the best media training out of all the Winx and is really good at knowing what to say and what to share. People know just enough about her social life through sns that they aren't constantly asking about it but not enough to try and cancel her for anything. She's almost seen as the goody-goody of the bunch since she just doesn't get into a lot of drama (and when she does it's handled extremely well).

Now the Specialists!

Riven: It's no surprise that he's first I mean cmon. With Musa being the most "problematic" of the Winx, Riven is bound to get his fair share of scrutiny. People absolutely judge him for having a past with Darcy. Although... I really don't think it would be the biggest factor. While he did genuinely like Darcy, she used magic on him multiple times to manipulate his thoughts and then later betrayed him. Riven wouldn't want to put unnecessary hate on all witches, but he'd also be mad enough to eventually allude to what actually happened (he'd never outright say it since it also hurts his pride). Most people accept that he got manipulated by Darcy and assume that the entirety of the relationship was based on that, which Riven doesn't like either, but trying to defend her wouldn't exactly help his case. On the other hand, the relationship he does get hated for is his relationship with Musa. Musa definitely shares the good and cute stories about them too, but her sad/angry heartbreak songs are always the ones that get remembered. People assume he's a lot worse than he actually is and whenever Musa or one of the others tries to defend him, they just assume Riven manipulated them into doing that. However, after S4, people get a lot more understanding of the relationship and there isn't as much hate towards him (he does still get called out for being a bit brutish though).

Sky: I almost put Sky as first, but then I remembered he's royalty and definitely has a PR team. Still, he gets into a lot of drama. The Diaspro/Bloom situation was blown out of proportion and every news site was reporting completely different things. To some, Sky is a dirty cheater that lied to his wife and got some random girlfriend, "who knows how many other girls he's talking to! Someone get his phone records with Stella". To others, Sky and Diaspro were happily engaged before homewrecker Bloom came in. And to others, Sky was just the prince trying to protect his identity and got wrapped into some catfight. No one knows what actually happened with them but a lot of people start to assume Diaspro was in the wrong once it's confirmed Sky is officially dating Bloom. They start actively hating her when she tries to magic her way into a relationship with him. And that's just the relationship stuff! Erakylon's politics are so weak and absolutely crumbling before our eyes. Sky would constantly get asked about specific things to try and break him and it doesn't help that the media sites from the other royal characters are the ones doing it.

Brandon: Is this ranking a bit surprising? Idk? But anyway, Brandon would literally just get hated by proxy. Most of his "drama" includes what's happening with Sky and/or Stella. If one of them is getting into trouble, then people are bringing him into it for absolutely no reason. Brandon knows more about Eraklyon and Solaria's political climates than he will ever need to know. While he doesn't have as much media training as Sky, he does have to follow some rules just so Sky doesn't get into trouble for what he says. That means he can't speak up about as many issues and he certainly can't constantly defend his friends from harsh words. He tries to get away with it by liking comments instead of making his own. It helps a little.

Helia: Helia gets into the same exact trouble that he gets into with the Winx fandom. He's quiet and he shares absolutely nothing about his personal life. He's an artist but he doesn't post about it nor does he talk about it. He avoids talking to the press and when he does its always vague answers that could mean anything. Helia cares a lot about Saladin and Red Fountain's image and we know that what he does affects said image. So he treads very carefully and doesn't involve himself in anything. However, this is largely what gets him into trouble. People hate that he's not open about anything and some even go to the extreme of thinking he's suspicious. While Saladin's legacy largely protects him from this, it doesn't protect him from the media and random people constantly asking about his personal life. Helia also rarely if ever defends the others online (1. as he almost never looks at it and 2. because he doesn't want to get involved). He comforts them and gives advice to their face but no one else sees that so people often call him things like "pretentious, two-faced, avoidant, etc". People are also weirdly suspicious about his relationship with Flora because "it can't be that good right? there's definitely something suspicious about them".

Timmy: Timmy's just a genuinely nice guy that rarely gets into trouble. He chooses his battles (so to speak) very wisely so when he does defend the others online, it's almost always something a majority of people will agree with. Almost all of his social media is about the latest in technology and gaming so he's pretty big in those crowds but most media sites can't really do anything with that. Sometimes people from Zenith see him as weird but they recognize that he's a good match for Tecna so they're okay with him. By the time all of the Specialists are truly in the spotlight, he's already gotten buffer and more confident so those issues from S1 wouldn't be a huge deal either. The others also speak highly of him so no one really doubts that he's a good specialist. For the most part, he just doesn't get into trouble and when he does it's always connected to someone else rather than something he alone said/did.

#hmmm not spell checking akjdghjdagh #Loved this!!!#i loved thinking about this it was amazing #winx club #winx headcanons #ahh... imagine if rainbow recognized that the winx are celebrities outside of giving them random concerts at alfea #like. imagine the drama!!#would love to hear more thoughts about this because i Love this topic rn #best discussion the fandom has had in months

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heavyarethecrowns · 3 years ago

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The Reason Prince William Had To Protect Kate Middleton. (March 19 2019)

Prince William is often praised for being a doting husband to his wife Kate Middleton, however, prior to their engagement, he was known for being a protective boyfriend. In 2007, the Duke of Cambridge reportedly went to extreme measures to stop photographers from harassing his college sweetheart.

The 2015 BBC documentary "Reinventing the Royals," detailed the couple's struggle to have a normal life and relationship, while being followed by the paparazzi.

Eventually, Kate began receiving an overwhelming amount of attention due to ongoing engagement rumors. As a result, William stepped in to take control of the situation.

"William's privacy lawyers were employed and it was made perfectly clear that they would not tolerate Kate Middleton being harassed in the way she had been," Richard Kay from the Daily Mail recalled.

The royal family worried Kate would meet the same fate as Princess Diana , who was regularly followed by the paparazzi.

"Diana was thrown to the dogs. As Charles' girlfriend, she had to completely fend for herself. Everyday mobs of photographers were outside her house photographing her. They [the Royal Family] weren't going to allow that situation to happen again," Kay explained.

The invasion of privacy also began to concern Kate's family, but William vowed to keep her safe. "William made a promise to Michael Middleton, the Duchess' father when he first started dating Kate," royal biographer Penny Junor stated.

"I will protect her," William told Michael.

Since then, Prince William has continued to protect Kate's privacy, which now extends to their children Prince George, Princess Charlotte and Prince Louis.

#duke of cambridge #duchess of cambridge #prince william #kate middleton #article

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johnkrrasinski · 4 years ago

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So It Goes...

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Pairings: Rock star/Bassist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader (AU)

Word count: 7,149

Warning: fluff, SMUT! but mostly just me falling in love with bucky, really.

Summary: natasha romanoff aka your annoying roommate coerced you into the howling commando’s live performance at a divebar near your dorm. little did you know, it was going to lead you to the man of your dreams aka the charming rock star boy/bassist, james buchanan barnes.

a/n: this one’s written for @sourpatchkidsandacokecan‘s “Little Darlin’s Mysteru AU” challenge. i chose band/rockstar au. here’s another love letter to bucky barnes because i love that man with my entire heart and every fic that i write about him is basically just me expressing my deep affection for this man. hope you guys enjoy this one cause i certainly do! also, rock star/boy band bucky is such a concept omg i’m in love

You laid in your twin-sized bed as you heard the chirping sounds of the birds outside of your window. They were singing cheerily as if they knew what you were feeling and they were celebrating with you. It felt like you were in a Disney movie that you used to obsess over as a kid, where you are the lovestruck princess because you just met a handsome prince who swept you off your feet at first sight.

The birds outside of your window are your animal pals who swoon over you swooning and they spontaneously harmonize and dance to this newfound joy. You couldn’t resist the smile taking over your face. It was too early for you to be awake on a Saturday morning. You were always up by 10 AM. No more, no less. But it was currently 8.45 AM and you still had at least one more hour to get up and be productive.

But not today. Today, you were going to welcome this exhilarating sensation in your bones, and you were going to savour every second of it. Because you couldn’t shake away those baby blue eyes and that suave, boyish charm. The way, they electrified you by first glance and made you tremble when those pupils dilated. You could still feel the way his soft, plump lips hypnotized you last night. And the raunchy way he held you at the bar.

Even when all was said and done, he found a way to haunt you in your dreams.

And you didn’t mind one bit.

You were currently in the middle of a crisis due to your upcoming final week. If there’s any word to describe you as a college student, it would be ambitious. The idea of failing or getting less than B+ makes you go ballistic. You were an active student. You joined multiple organizations that expanded your social life. You got along with mostly everyone in your classes and you had your professors’ respect too for your excellent grades and polite manners.

But your lack of dating life irked no one else more than your roommate, Natasha. You loved Natasha with your entire heart, really. She was like a sister to you. You were an only child so you cherished her older sister role in your life. She was, in fact, several months older than you and she always protected you like her own. Starting from the asshole that broke your heart in high school, despite only knowing him through your story, to incessantly pushing you to stop being such a nerd and have more fun.

Natasha was the kind of woman you don’t wanna mess with. She was loyal, brave and quick-witted. She knows how to keep her GPA high, whilst also maintaining a fun social life. She managed to do it all so effortlessly.

“C’mon, y/n! Just one night! You need to let loose and release all tension on your shoulders, baby. It’s good for your brain before finals start!”

“Noooo, Nat. Rock bands are not my thing and I’d have a higher chance of acing the tests if I study now, okay? Just go. Have fun without me and tell me how it goes.”

“But my boyfriend’s performing, y/n. And I want you to meet him! I promise they are really good. Even if you're not into the music, you can still go for the drinks, right? Also, they’ve got other cute members available so, you might find your own rock band boyfriend too if you go.” She winked. Her smirk was menacing.

“Ugh, I’m not interested in finding a boyfriend, Nat.”

“I know, but wouldn’t hurt if you do, right? Then we can go on double dates and have them write songs about us. Oh God, it’s going to be awesome.”

“Whoa, slow down. I haven’t even learned their names, yet and we are already discussing double dates?”

“Alright, let’s just start with putting on your sexy clothes and meet them yourself. Then we can move onto picking one gorgeous beast for you.”

“What makes you even think that they’d be interested in me?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, y/n. Have you never owned a mirror? You are a total babe. You just need to get yourself more action.”

“Ugh, I don’t know, Nat…”

“You are going. And I’m not leaving until you get up and put on something cool. I have patience, baby and I’m going to annoy you all night if you stay. What do you prefer? Going out and have fun and meet some cute boys or me annoying you all night so you can’t study productively.” She glared at you. Her tone indicated that there was no compromise.

“Alright, I’m going. But that’s only because I wanna meet your boyfriend, alright? Not because I wanna find a boyfriend or whatever stupid shit you’re thinking.”

“Yay!” She jumped in excitement. Her face was content with joy and satisfaction from succeeding in persuading you. “Alright, let’s dig through your clothes.” She started rummaging your shared closet and observed meticulously each one of your outfits. “Hmm… Let’s try this one!” She picked up a strapless black sequin dress that you hadn’t worn in forever. You didn’t even remember packing it up in your baggage and brought it with you to your dorm.

You began stripping yourself out of your oversized hoodie and high-waisted shorts. You didn’t feel embarrassed changing in front of Natasha, you had seen each other naked many times. You were roommates after all and sometimes, you just had to be comfortable with the fact that you had private body parts underneath and within the course of four years, eventually, you had to get used to flashing one another at some point.

You put it on as you started to feel a little uncomfortable. You weren’t used to wearing skimpy dresses. Already wearing it for less than three minutes, you were constantly lifting the hem of the dress to prevent it from exposing your boobs and revealing your inner thighs. And the material felt itchy on your skin too. “Nat, I’m not sure about this. Let’s just wear a leather jacket and jeans.”

“Nonsense! You look bomb! Give your leather jacket and jeans a break, alright? Okay, turn around so I can see your behind.”

You twirled as she said, restlessly.

Tonight was going to be a longspun night…

The air felt crisp against your skin, as the breeze swept through your freshly curled hair, causing a few strands shading your sight. You struggled to walk steadily in your 7-inch heels that belonged to Natasha because you didn’t have a pair of your own. You were cool with wearing ankle boots pairing them with a sparkly dress. But Natasha didn’t think it was a cute look.

“What? Boots and dresses don’t go along, honey. Oh my, you need a serious makeover!” She was derailed.

You eventually settled with a silk red dress with a seductively low cleavage on the front, exposing the globes of your breasts. You were already as uncomfortable as it is, this dress didn’t make it any easier to act normal.

So you had to endure walking in these deadly shoes of torture, whilst clad in nothing but a scanty material with makeup painting your entire face. Great. What had you gotten yourself into? Damn you, Natasha.

You and Nat were walking arm in arm to the bar where “The Howling Commandos” were performing. That’s the name of the band that Natasha’s boyfriend was in. They have been a group for 5 years now, they had been doing this since they were in high school. Clint and the rest of the members were several years older than you and Nat. As soon as they graduated, they decided that they wanted to keep making music rather than working mundane, dead-end jobs.

Yep, Natasha told you that much.

Clint and Nat had been dating for two years now. They rarely saw each other due to the band’s packed schedule. Although, they would FaceTime each other every night, talking about each other’s days. You heard it all, from their most disgustingly adorable flirtations, to the most inappropriate, not so PG-13 confession.

They would literally pretend to smooch one another through the screen when you were doing your homework or when you had your nose deep in a book. You’d try to cover your ears by putting on your earbuds and turning up the volume so you could give them privacy but also, you didn’t wanna hear them talking about what they wanted to do to each other if both of them were here.

You knew Clint well enough to not feel like you were meeting a complete stranger. Natasha would often tell you to say hi to him and she had told you a lot of wonderful things to Clint. Clint would often talk about the band too on the phone, how someone called “Bucky” would piss him off by stealing his leftover sandwich. Or someone called “Sam” would often interrupt their chat by reminding him that it was soundcheck time.

“I gotta go, babe. Sammy’s not gonna stop yelling.”

“Aw, okay, tell the boys I say hi! Love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

It’s like a daily podcast for you every night.

The dive bar where The Howling Commandos were performing thankfully wasn’t that far from your dorm. Natasha was super thrilled when Clint told them that they were going to perform here. They were finally able to see each other after a while, and because this was going to be their last gig until they come back with a new album, he said he was going to stay and spend some time with Nat.

You were happy for both of them. You’d never say it out loud but, a part of you was secretly jealous of their love. They managed to maintain such a fun, loving, and healthy relationship despite the distance and differences. Natasha once told you that she was never one to settle with a man for too long but, Clint changed the game for her. You smiled at the thought. They were genuinely in love. If you were to find yourself a boyfriend, you wanted the type of love that they had.

But not tonight. You were okay with being single. Just because a part of you wanted what Clint & Nat had, doesn’t mean that you actually need it or you’d die. You were too much of a goal-oriented person to be chasing over something that should come naturally. You had grown so comfortable in being alone, that you stopped desiring love so much. It wasn’t getting you anywhere. So you lived your life, being grateful for your friends and family. You invested your time in your education and passion. You were content.

When you arrived at the bar, the room was full with a crowd. You walked in with Natasha trying to make a space for yourself so you could walk through them. You could barely anything else due to the number of bodies blocking your view. Natasha held your hand as she took the lead and fought through the crowd to get to the front, where she could get the best view.

There was a blonde-haired woman standing on the front, so close to where the band were going to play. When Natasha slightly grazed her whilst trying to stand next to her, she didn’t look the slightest bit happy. She glared at Natasha as Natasha noticed. She glared back at her.

“Excuse me, there’s more space in the back, maybe you can stand there instead of cutting through the line.”

“Excuse you, miss. I’m dating the band’s drummer, so I can stand wherever I want, thank you very much. If you don’t like that, then the exit is right there.” She pointed to the door of where we walked in from.

The blonde woman rolled her eyes as she folded her arms against her chest. After you stared at her reaction, you realized that you actually know her. She was in the same social science class with you. You had never really talked to her because she often sat in the back and immediately left after the class was done, but you remembered her name. Her name was Dottie Underwood. Your classmates called her Dot. The ones that she liked anyway.

You decided to stay quiet and let it pass. It’s not like she even recognized you even if you start a chat with her. You don��t think it was a good idea either since she and Nat literally just snarked at each other. You directed your sight to the stage and waited for the famous Howling Commandos to appear.

One of the spotlights turned and highlighted a man walking on stage before he talked into the microphone at the centre. “And now, ladies and gentlemen, a group of brilliant lads, that make all the ladies go feral wherever they go, and their showstopping music are going to make us sing and jump tonight. Please welcome, The Howling Commandos!”

The crowd roared with cheers, the sounds of their enthusiasm filled the atmosphere. Their claps were jovially in sync as four, drop-dead gorgeous young men stepped into the stage as their presence shifted the energy in the room.

The first one was a blonde-haired with breathtaking bone structure, forming a ridiculously handsome face. His hair shone under the spotlight like the sun amidst the clear sky. He had an amiable demeanour about him. His smile was gentle and welcoming. He waved to the crowd and stood directly behind the microphone.

The second one to walk in was a dark-skinned man with an undeniable charisma oozing out of him. He had a neatly trimmed beard that only added to his spicy appeal. His smile was radiant as he also waved the crowd. He stood on the left side of the stage, a couple of steps behind Steve who was apparently the lead singer.

The third one to walk in was Clint. He was everything Nat described him to be. Placid and nonchalant. His smile was amenable as he greeted the crowd. He walked directly to the background, where the drumset was placed. He sat down on the drummer’s chair as he picked up the sticks he was going to play with.

The last one to enter was a literal Disney prince coming to life. His prominent boyish charm completely bedazzled you. His blue eyes gleamed under the spotlight as they lingered on you for a second. He immediately shifted his gaze as he kept walking towards the right side of the stage, but you swore that when he caught you staring dumbfoundedly at him, you could see the flash of a quick smirk on his face.

He only nodded to the crowd as he confidently picked up the bass guitar that was previously placed on the floor and put on the leather straps around his neck. His eyes turned back to you as you found yourself still bluntly staring at him. Something about him just enchanted you. He had that boy-next-door charm about him but also, a bad boy persona that was irresistibly enticing.

That flash of smirk that you saw earlier resurfaced and it was getting harder for you to pay attention to anyone or anything else in the room other than him. His gaze grew more intense as the noises of the crowd faded into the background. You were lost in this lethal game of eye contact until Natasha accidentally elbowed you by screaming her lungs out to respond to the lead singer’s introduction.

“Good evening, SHIELD’s Nest! How are we feeling tonight?” The lead singer vivified the crowd. They responded with a reassuring reaction. “I’m Steve Rogers and these are my buddies,” he turned his head to the left, as he started introducing the other band members. “The handsome guy right there is Sam, and in the back, there’s Clint, our brilliant drummer boy and this ladies’ charmer right here is Bucky.” As he pointed to the magnetic man who had held your attention hostage since he first walked in.

“And we are The Howling Commandos.” He paused for a second before carrying on with his prelude. “Alright, so the first song that we’re going to play tonight is called ‘Rusted Love’. Enjoy.” Steve removed his mouth from behind the microphone and started cueing the band to play. “1,2…”

Sam and Bucky started strumming the first few notes as a few people cheered. Then Clint jumped in, flaunting his talent in mastering the drum with his sticks. The energy in the room felt more energized as people started moving a part of their bodies. Then Steve amazed the room with his sultry voice, singing the words that echoed through the Sound system of the bar.

“I’m a flying kite in a hurricane, you paralyzed me with your touch and your lips got me addicted…” Steve shut his eyes, relishing the rune. You had a feeling that those lyrics wouldn’t just stay lyrics tonight…

They played another four songs that night. The crowd danced, jumped and screamed the words to their song passionately. You, on the other hand, was probably the most tranquil person in the crowd. You didn’t really know much about the band, let alone their music. So when everyone was constantly pushing you because they were too lost in the moment, you eventually tried to get out of the crowd and sat on the bar instead. Natasha was also too lost in supporting her boyfriend, that she almost didn’t notice you leaving.

Through the vibration of the crowd and the music, you had to really lean in to get Natasha’s attention and to get her to hear you. “Nat! I’m gonna sit in the back and wait there. I’m a little thirsty.” She had a giant smile on her face due to the zest the band inflicted. “Okay!” She yelled back, then carried on with her foxy moves.

You struggled to walk through the crowd, trying to not step on anyone’s feet as you made your way to the barstool. What you didn’t notice was, Bucky’s disappointed on his face when he saw you walking out on him. He noticed that you weren’t exactly as thrilled as anyone else. Although, he noticed your stolen glances as you shied away from him when he stared back. He even tried to wink at you once but you immediately looked to the floor, hiding away your blush. He swore he saw the way your cheeks reddened. Not that he wasn’t used to getting that reaction anyway…

You exhaled a breath of relief as you finally broke out of the congested mass of people. You sat on the barstool as you ordered a glass of rum and you waited as the music still reverberated robustly in your ears. You sat there as you started looking through your Instagram. Nat’s icon was the first one to appear in the row and you clicked it to see what you were expecting. She recorded a video of the band, then zoomed in to Clint, as he was ardently drumming the beat.

She put on a heart eyes and fire emoji with the text; “that’s my man!”. The next one was her and you singing along to the second song they played that night. You were able to actually mouth the words after they played the last chorus and you were a quick learner, so you memorized the repeated words easily after the third time. You scrolled through your feed a few more minutes until your order finally arrived.

“Enjoy, miss.” The waiter winked at you. He was probably in his mid-20s, he had warm brown eyes and a sweet smile. His dark hair was slicked back as you stared a little longer than you should. He was obviously attractive, but, you didn’t say anything back to him. You just smiled back in a friendly manner and uttered silenced thanks.

After sitting by yourself for about a half and an hour, like all good things, the show must come to an end. Steve Rogers concluded the show with a final thank you and goodnight as the spotlight shut down, like the drapes closing over a theatrical show. The crowd clapped and some of them started leaving, while others immediately went to the bar to quench the thirst from screaming along to volatile rock music and jumping up and down, getting lost in the tune.

Natasha patted your back as she jumped on the empty chair next to you. Thank God, she was quick on her feet, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get a seat. “Hey! God, I need a full shot of whiskey right now.”

“Yeah, go crazy.”

She scoffed. “Huh. As if that wasn’t crazy enough, back there.” She signalled the bartender to make an order. “So, what do you think? That was fun, right?” The cute bartender from earlier walked to her as he asked her what would she like to drink and she quickly replied.

“Yeah, they’re pretty good.”

“Pretty good? They’re damn talented. Especially the drummer back there. He totally killed it.”

“Yeah, okay, they are amazing. But you know their music isn’t my kind of music, so can’t say I really enjoyed it that much.”

“Okay, but you must’ve at least enjoyed the view, right? Don’t think I didn’t catch you and bass boy making several eye contacts back there.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You took another sip of your glass to cover your embarrassment.

“Oh my God, you totally do! Look at you blushing!”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are! Admit it! You like Bucky, don’t you?” She playfully pushed you to tease you.

“Oh my God, shut up Nat! You’re causing a scene!” You tried to lower yourself, now that you’re able to speak in a normal volume.

“Nope, I won’t stop until you admit it. Don’t worry, y/n, Bucky’s always been a charmer, so I totally get your attraction.”

That caused a peculiar sickness in your chest. It’s not like you were falling in love with Bucky, no. You didn’t even know him enough to like him. He may be an eye-candy but if he’s really as “charming” as everyone is saying, then that means, he’s one of those dangerous fuckboys that you should avoid at all cost. Because that means, he’s probably only going to manipulate you into thinking that he really cares for you, when in reality, he only wanted to get in your pants. Nope, not gonna happen to you. You weren’t going to be a new notch in his belt.

“Well, then that means he is bad news and that gives me even more reason to feel anything but attraction toward him.”

“Oh, no, y/n, I don’t mean it like that. He’s really sweet, and he’s always been the most chill one in the group. Trust me, you’re gonna love him. Just, give him a chance first, alright? I’ve known him long enough to know that he’s into you.”

“Into me? Nat, he doesn’t even know my name.”

“He will.” She winked again, as she took a sip of her whiskey.

Not long after that, Clint appeared from behind, without Nat realizing. He surprised her by wrapping her waist from behind as he whispered into her ears; “how’s my best girl?” Nat was slightly stunned but as soon as she realized it was her boyfriend, her expression instantly turned into a joyful one. “Hi, baby!” They immediately smooched as she wrapped her arms around his neck while standing face to face now.

“Did you like the show?”

“I loved the show, you guys killed it as always. Oh, and by the way, this is y/n, my number one bestie and the best roommate anyone could ever ask for. Now you finally meet her in person!” Her excitement was genuine.

“Hi, y/n! Heard so many great things about you, but you probably can’t say the same, huh?”

“No, actually I can. Nat wouldn’t stop talking about you every night even when I’m blatantly ignoring her.” You joked.

“Well, is that right?” He looked at Nat to assess the truth on her face.

“Yep,” you carried on. “She would say you’re hot, funny and kind, and all these wonderful things. Including the ones that I’m not supposed to hear.”

They laughed. They kissed once more, as Clint stood next to her seat, ordering a drink for himself. Next to you, you could hear Nat saying, “oh, where are the boys? Are they not thirsty?”

“They’re just packing up, babe, they’re gonna join us in a few.”

“Good, ‘cause I think there’s someone y/n would like to meet.” She teasingly wiggled her eyebrows at you, as you sent her a murderous glare. Your lips silently mouthed, “what the fuck?” but Clint picked up her tone and he quickly got the message.

“Oooh, who is it? Is it Steve, Bucky, Sam? Just let me know which one you like and I’ll deliver them at your door tonight, y/n. They’re all single and ready to mingle anytime now.”

You laughed nervously. “No, no, no, no. Nat’s just saying shit.”

She turned her head to her boyfriend and shook it. “No, I’m not. She and Bucky practically eye fucked on stage.”

You instantly slapped her arm, staring deadly into her eyes. “Ouch!” She put her hand on the spot that you struck, even though it wasn’t even that hard. Classic Nat. Dramatic as always. “Nat, you can’t just–”

Before you even managed to finish your sentence, she darted her eyes to somewhere behind you as she pointed at whatever got her distracted. “Oh, here they are!” She smirked. She raised her eyebrows at you before she stood on her feet and hugged the anticipated men.

“Hey, guys! Killer show back there!” Nat started hugging Sam and he kissed her cheek, and then she moved onto Steve and the last one to join was Bucky. You muttered ‘shit’ to yourself as you pondered on how you should act. Should you act like nothing ever happened during the show between you two? Or were you going to address the elephant in the room, and just straight up flirt with him, now that he wasn’t being so closely watched anymore?

You didn’t know which would be the best option so you just took a big gulp and drank down the entire glass of Rum you had left. Maybe if you were less sober, you wouldn't excessively overthink. You weren’t even sure whether he was really staring at you or not. For all you knew, he could be staring at another beautiful girl in the crowd that was standing beside or behind you. And if you act impulsively now, this would be like that cheesy moment on Rom-Coms, where a girl waved back to the guy who she thought was waving at her but it turns out, he was actually waving at another girl who was coming from the same direction as her.

Nope, you weren’t going to be that girl.

So you just smiled and nodded along as Natasha introduced you to the rest of the boys. You didn’t want to be rude so you sat on your chair, facing them with an interested look, even though all you wanted to do was just shrink and leave this goddamn place.

“Hey guys, here’s my bomb-ass bestie slash roomie. Her name’s y/n! Isn’t she stunning?”

When Steve was about to offer his hand to you, Sam immediately inserted himself in front of you and Steve. “Well, hello, good-lookin’. Can I buy you a drink?” Sam, being the cool dude he was, he leaned back against the bar counter on his elbows as he shamelessly flirted with you.

“Nope, thank you. I just had one.”

“Oh, you look like you could use another one. Here, let me get that for you.” He cued the bartender to make an order and you instantly tried to stop him, telling him that it wasn't necessary, but it looks like the bartender was already taking his order for you.

And then, out of nowhere, Bucky suddenly stooped in like a hero. “Hey, Sam, why don’t you back off? This one’s mine, alright?” That elicited a questioning look out of you. “Mine?” He didn’t even know you.

“Oh wait, so this is the one you told us about in the dressing room?” What the hell? You thought. They were talking about you as if you weren’t there at all.

“Yep, so why don’t you fuck off and get out of here before I get myself drunk enough to shit on your bed?” His tone was menacing but you could tell that this was a normal, daily conversation between the two.

“Jeez, alright. I’mma leave. You don’t need to wave your dick all over my face.” Before Sam moved to another spot, he patted you on the back and said, “good luck.”

What? What the hell was that for? The bartender came in with your order and served another glass of Rum right in front of you.

“You don’t need to drink that if you don’t want to.” He carefully spoke to you, as if he was trying to not scare you away.

“No, I think I need to. Tonight’s been a pretty crazy night.” You took a sip, the cold drink felt nice on your tongue.

He chuckled. “Yeah, tell me about it.”

“Oh, how crazy can it be for you? Isn’t this like, what you do, every night?”

“Yeah, but, you never really get used to it, you know? Sometimes you just wanna sit in the bar and have a nice talk with a pretty gal and hide in the booth or something.”

That… Warmed up your heart. Damn, if this is his way of flirting, it was truly working. You could see now why everyone was calling him ‘a charmer.’ He really had a way with words. And stares. His baby blues really know how to captivate you and froze you on spot.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He offered his hand to shake yours.

“I’m y/n.” You shook it with a smile.

“Did you like the show?” He asked.

“Gotta be honest with you, buddy, your music isn’t exactly my kind of music. But you guys were awesome.”

He paused for a moment as if he was contemplating what he was going to say next. “Think I got a little distracted up there.”

“Oh yeah? Why is that?”

“Cause there was this pretty lady in a red dress that I couldn’t take my eyes off of.” His gaze even grew more intense now. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the room. Then his eyes darted to your lips, as he licked his. And before you knew it, he started inching his face closer to yours as he held his gaze on your plump, painted lips, while you could feel his breath more and more as the seconds went by.

And then… His lips were on yours. It’s like the clock just stopped ticking and every noise faded into the background and you were the only two people in the room. His lips felt soft against yours, and the way he licked your bottom lip made your head spin. You ajarred your mouth to let his tongue enter as it got tangled with yours.

You were aware that Nat, Clint and Steve who were having a conversation are now watching you like hawks, but you couldn’t care less. Not when Bucky’s hands grabbed your face, so he could have more control over your mouth. You were practically out of breath by the time he looked into your eyes, that are now slightly darker than a few seconds ago. He loved the sight of you, with your lips slightly swollen.

“Let’s go somewhere more secluded.” You could only nod and then took his hand after he offered you his as you got off the stool. He led the way and you couldn’t help but notice the glances that were thrown by several women along the way. They were staring at him with incontrovertible full of hunger eyes, one even shamelessly put her hand on his shoulder, as she coquettishly smiled at him. Bucky only smiled back and nodded at her but he kept walking with you in his hand.

Even if you were practically a pair, you felt invisible. Everyone’s eyes were on you, but not precisely on you. This must’ve been something normal to him, you thought. You weren’t used to big crowds and inundated with attention, and you weren’t used with unquestionably holding a stranger’s hand and letting him take you wherever he had in mind. But you did anyway, and you weren’t having second thoughts.

Bucky led you to the cramped lavatory and locked the door. The lack of space made it even harder for you to breathe when Bucky was this close to you. He pressed his body to yours, as he kissed you once more. Slowly, but you felt the spell in your bones. “All I could think about on stage was tasting those luscious lips.”

You were spellbound by his magic. You could barely speak another word when his baby blue eyes were looking at you so intensely like that. But you gathered every cell in your body to utter the words anyway, “do it again, then.” You boldly challenged him.

He grinned a Cheshire cat smile. He grabbed your face again and eagerly consume you with his mouth. He then moved his hands to the back of your thighs to elevate you onto the sink. He put his hand on your thigh and the other hand went to the back of your head as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, while still kissing you even deeper.

He pulled away to stare at your distraught state and asked the question, “can I touch you?”

You licked your lips, as you nodded. “Please.” His mouth was on yours again, as the hand that was on your thigh moved to the bottom your dress, delicately inserted his fingers to feel you against your red lace panties. You could feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he motions his fingers in circle harder.

Your breath quickened. Your mind was getting hazy as the second passes by. The right strep of your dress had fallen off of your shoulder, and Bucky utilized that opportunity to pull down the other strap and he began groping your breast, tenderly pinching your nipple. That elicited a petite yelp out of you. He groped your breast once more as he was still toying with your nipple.

He began kissing your neck, shortly finding your sensitive spot as you threw your head back. You shuddered. Your hands grabbed his hair, wanting to feel him closer. “Bu- Bucky… Please. I need to feel you.”

You didn’t wait for his response and immediately lifted up his shirt. You were stunned by the sight under the dimmed light of the bathroom. Clothes really didn’t do this man any justice. He should never be allowed to wear any coverups, ever again now that you had seen him. He was sculpted by the Gods themselves. His biceps felt robust in your dainty hands and the V-shaped line on his hips led to somewhere you really wanted to wrap your lips around.

Your hands quickly zipped down his jeans and his boxer along with it, and you didn’t hesitate in feeling his throbbing member right there, right then. It felt tremendous in your trembling hands, and you felt it getting harder with every stoke of your palm.

“Oh, fuck, doll, don’t stop.” His voice was raspy in your ears. It was the sexiest goddamn sound you had ever heard.

“Yeah, just like that. Go faster, doll.” He sucked your earlobe and his hand fisted your hair, making a mess out of it. You didn’t mind one bit. You wanted to be a mess for him and only for him. You somehow still managed to pamper him with all the senses you had left, even if your mind was clouded with every part of him.

“Bucky, put it in me. Please.” You begged with a quavering voice.

“Your wish is my command, doll.” In a second, he pushed into you and it sent an electrifying jolt all over your nerves. You threw your head back in mingled pain and pleasure. He felt even more full now that he was fully seated inside you. He lifted you from the sink and pushed you to the wall on the opposite.

You circled your arms around his neck as your back was slammed against the concrete. Then Bucky began thrusting vigorously. You shut your eyes and moaned his name. Bucky, on the other hand, didn’t. He kept his eyes wide open to watch you with full attention. He loved seeing the way you were drunk in him. The way you forgot your name more and more every time he slammed back into you.

He loved the squelching noises ringing in his ears, better than the melody he was used to creating in the studio. The sound of your heartbeat was far more gratifying than the way Clint played his drum. Oh, how he could write an entire album solely about you in this state alone.

“You feel so good around me, doll. So. Fucking. Tight.” Your moans became louder with his filthy words in your ears.

“I’m gonna make you mine.” This time, his voice was sultry. It was rather beguiling than mortifying.

His hips kept moving and out of you with a vehement tempo, and then just like that, you crumbled. You screamed your pleasure, not caring if anyone could hear you. Bucky was still moving, trying to reach his own climax. Shortly, he was with you. He unleashed his cum deep inside you, adding the mess that was dripping all over your thighs.

You were a beautiful mess. And Bucky loved it.

After a few minutes, coming down from your high, you breathed into Bucky’s neck, not wanting for it to be over yet. You were a little scared that Bucky was going to walk out and pretend nothing ever happened between you. You didn’t know how many bathroom stalls Bucky had brought different women to and fucked them silly right there. You had a lot do unravel about him, yet, you weren’t certain whether he wanted to let you in or not.

“You okay?” Bucky whispered into your ear. You only nodded, still a little hazy from ecstasy.

“I’m gonna put you down now, yeah?”

“Okay.” He slowly set you on your feet, as he was still staring at your face. You leaned against the wall, trying not to collapse. Bucky picked up his shirt and put it back on along with his jeans and boxer.

“Let’s get out of here.” Bucky offered you his hand, like the gentleman that he was as if he hadn't just fucked you into oblivion in a public restroom.

You took his hand with a smile. You didn’t know what was going to happen after you walk out of the door, but you were going to savour every second of being in his arm if this was going to be last time you’ll ever see him.

You went home with a contented smile on your face. You were like a teenage girl who had just been asked to prom by her crush. How could you not, when Bucky offered to walk you home and left a kiss on your cheek before he called it a night?

Natasha was going to stay at Clint’s hotel, so you were supposed to walk home alone. You knew eventually this was going to happen but Natasha and Clint used it as a reason so Bucky and you would spend the night together too. You didn’t mind one bit, though. You wanted to elongate your time with Bucky and your wish was granted.

You offered him to come inside and stay for a little while, you were secretly hoping that you could go for the second round, but Bucky only chuckled and shook his head.

“Not tonight, doll. I ain’t that kinda man. And you need rest. But I’ll call you tomorrow, yeah?” Then you and Bucky exchanged your numbers and he waited until you were really gone from his sight.

You walked up to your dorm with butterflies in your stomach and sparks fly all trailing over your footsteps. Thank God, Natasha wasn’t here. If she were, she would’ve relentlessly teased you all night and made you admit that she was right to coerce you to come.

And you would’ve had to admit that she was right. And you didn’t like admitting that you were wrong.

But tonight, you were going to admit it to yourself though. Sometimes, doing something that frightens you the most would endue you in ways you couldn’t possibly imagine.

And you were going to thank your lucky stars tonight for embedding Natasha Romanoff in your life because, without her, you would’ve stayed in your shell and Bucky could’ve fucked someone else in that restroom instead of you.

That might’ve happened in another universe, but not tonight. Tonight it was you and you were really hoping that you were going to see him again in your dreams tonight. You had one taste of him and it wasn’t enough.

Bucky texted you not long after you took a shower.

“Dreaming of me, yet?” Wink emoji.

“Well, if I were, I wouldn’t be texting you right now, would I?”

“That’s true, but at least you’d be drenching your sheets because of me and I don’t think I have a problem with that.”

“I don’t need you to do that, maybe I can use some toys in my drawers tonight. They seem pretty bored.” Thinking emoji.

“Oh, doll, you are killing me here…” Drool emoji.

“You like it.”

“I do.”

“Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll. Thinking of you here.”

You turned off your phone and the screen went black. You changed into your pyjamas and washed off the remnants of your makeup and let the slumber take over you.

Bucky’s face loomed over you, somewhere in a fancy balcony, the view of the city stretching over, added to the beauty of the scenery. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white dress shirt and no tie. The first couple of buttons were unbuttoned, giving you a majestic picture that he was. His hands that were in his pockets, took yours as you exerted yours to him.

He leaned in with a bright smile under his stubbly face, his blue eyes sparkled like Sirius star.

“Fly with me, doll.”

“What if I fall?”

“Then I’ll catch you.”

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megandzane · 3 years ago

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Why do you think does it seem like Harry is angriest at Charles - not at the Queen who's technically the boss and could've intervened if she wanted to and not even at William who supposedly had Harry's back for the longest time? I feel like most of his tirades are directed at his father with nothing explicit about his grandmother or brother. I really thought Meghan was accepted by Charles fully and then this happened.

It’s possible he’s not lashing out or seemingly as angry at his brother is because there’s not a relationship there anymore. Feeling let down and hurt by your own parent is on another level. The queen should have said and done something. But I don’t know how much of a role she has now, it’s always been the courtiers and heirs running the show. And I’m sure It’s gotten worse as she’s gotten older. They were the ones who blocked Harry and Meghan from going to visit her. Charles is actually the one who picked her current secretary . 👀

It’s no secret that Charles was kinda a shit father. He wasn’t there for his kids. He regularly used Harry to better his own image.

Truthfully I think a lot of Harry’s hurt and anger comes from not being protected or feeling like his dad didn’t do his job as a parent. Hell even Andr*w’s daughters were looked after more, their parents made sure they had a place to live and security ( even if it wasn’t taxpayer funded).

Harry said the phone hacking started when he was 13, he has said he was spied on by the British tabloids while at school. There was a Fleet Street agreement after Diana’s death, granting the boys privacy, this was a blatant violation of that. Why didn’t charles file a lawsuit on behalf of his minor son?

The queen might be too deep in the institution to change things this far in, and I don’t know how much of a role she has now. But Charles will have the power to change things, yet he wants things to remain as they are, just a tad slimmed down. He is fine with his kids ( and grandchildren) hurting because he went through the same. How do you not harbor some resentment with a dad like that?

I assume all this might be harder for Harry to reconcile with being a father himself now. Maybe he realizes how messed up some of this stuff was. Why wouldn’t you do everything you can to prevent your child from hurting?

Harry and Meghan have acknowledged that they are able to distinguish between the family and the institution. I get the sense that the queen is a grandmother to them. Charles puts duty above fatherhood, even behind closed doors. Ignoring your son’s calls when you know he’s hurting is something else.

As for Meghan, I did appear that Charles was fond of her. But it became clear that he was using Meghan to appeal to the commonwealth. Made a show out of welcoming her in but never defended her once. It was Charles who made the call that othered H&M children, and would deny them security. Harry and Meghan know their kids wouldn’t be eligible for prince/princess titles until Charles takes the throne. But it was Charles who wanted to change the convention specifically for Archie. And I assume Charles was probably the “very senior member of the family” who told Meghan she couldn’t go somewhere to get treatment. I don’t think it was the queen because they were being blocked by courtiers and that’s by appointment. This was urgent .

And I’m sure there’s a lot of things Harry knows that we don’t.

#Charles #*THE TYPOS OMG #why?!#we got mail

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royaltyspeaking · 4 years ago

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Are there any royals that you used to dislike but have changed your opinion on? And any royals that you used to like but now dislike?

Used to dislike but now like:

-Prince Albert of Monaco. I thought he was a deadbeat dad to Jasmin and Alexandre but now we know that he has actually been really involved in both of their lives and has a close relationship with them. He literally let people think he was deadbeat in order to protect his kids privacy and we only found out how close he is to Jasmin when she got old enough and talked about it herself. He never used them to his advantage and I can respect that.

-Princess Sofia. I didn't necessarily dislike her but I definitely thought she was trashy and a questionable choice for CPs girlfriend. I can respect her for not whitewashing her past even though the palace tried to.

-Chris O'Neill. He always seemed very cold and kind of uninterested in Madeleine. I think he's just uncomfortable in front of the cameras because on his wedding day he was one of the happiest royal grooms I've ever seen and looked at Madeleine like she was the sun. And after Leonore was born? *heart eyes*

-Camilla. I didn't like her because of the Diana thing but...whatever. Life goes on. And also she seems like fun, I would love to get smashed with her.

Used to like but now dislike:

-Maria Theresa. I thought she seemed nice but this year has completely changed that. I'm also not really keen on Henri anymore either.

-William and Kate. Listen, I was obsessed with them when the first got engaged. I was really excited about the wedding and I thought they were great. Then gradually I started to become really unimpressed and then the whole Harry and Meghan thing happened and now I really don't for them at all.

-Andrew. I never actually liked him and I kind of figured he was a pompous dick but...wow. I never expected him to be this bad.

-Fergie. I had a soft spot for her but no longer.

-Rania. I loved her for a long time but then that whole thing where she freaked out over a BLOG talking about the price of her clothes and now I just can't with her.

-King Albert. Dude is a dick. And also I didn't realize until recently that he and Paola were terrible parents.

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duchessofvastergotland · 5 years ago

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Crown Princess Victoria’s life (1977-1987)

In January 1977 it was announced that King Carl XVI Gustaf and Queen Silvia were expecting their first child, eight months after their marriage. By the time the Queen went into labour, the press were in a frenzy and had taken to camping outside Karolinska Hospital to get a glimpse of the family. It was even reported the Queen had to avoid the press by sneaking in to the hospital in a wig! On 14th July at 21:45 - a day before her due date - Queen Silvia gave birth to a baby girl, the first child born to a Swedish reigning couple in over 150 years. The little girl weighed 3250 grams and was 50 cm long. There were a number of witnesses, as per tradition, including the Prime Minister. Within four hours of the birth the new family of three were back home. Shortly afterwards the little baby was named Victoria Ingrid Alice Désirée in honour of several key figures in the history of her family: her great-great grandmother Victoria of Baden; her great-aunt Queen Ingrid; her maternal grandmother Alice de Toledo; and her paternal aunt Princess Désirée.

As is tradition in the Swedish royal family, the King and Queen soon decamped to their summer home Solliden in Öland. This was the beginning of a special, life long relationship between the Crown Princess and the island province. Just a few days after the birth, the family’s holiday home in the area became the setting for the first official images of the adorable new baby.

“She’s a ray of sunshine” The King and Queen talking about then Princess Victoria shortly after her birth

Her baptism was held on 27th September at the Palace Church. Her godparents were her aunt Princess Désirée, her uncle Ralf Sommerlath, Queen Beatrix of the Netherlands (then Princess), and King Harald V of Norway (then Crown Prince). 700 guests congregated for the event. The little princess was dressed in a lace christening dress previously worn by her father and aunts and embroidered with the names of the royal children. In a service conducted by Archbishop Olof Sundby she was baptised in spring water from Öland.

“I remember the first time I saw the Crown Princess. She was baptised and the Queen walked with her on her shoulder through the Eastern Vault at The Royal Palace. Then I came a few yards behind and followed the same way, and I still remember these deep dark eyes just looking at me.” Elisabeth Tarras-Wahlberg, then Press Secretary to the Royal Court of Sweden, about seeing Victoria at her christening in 1977

Victoria lived a relatively quiet life as a child, initially splitting her time between Stockholm Palace and Solliden. Her parents were often abroad and as a result, the Princess was cared for by nannies and communicated with her parents by phone. She was rarely photographed out and about but her parents ensured the public got to see her with low key photo calls and public appearances at major events. In 1978 her first birthday was marked with the release of photographs taken by her father and in 1979 she greeted the press and keen onlookers at Solliden, starting what would become the Victoriadagen celebrations which are carried on to this day.

In 1979, two months before her second birthday, Victoria was joined by a little brother who was named Carl Philip. She joined her family at Carl Philip’s baptism in August.

“Suddenly Carl Philip started to cry. He was in the King’s arms. No one understood why. There was only one person who did and it was Victoria. She was still little at the time, but she jumped up from her little chair, rushed forward and lifted a small pillow that had fallen down.” Queen Silvia recalls Prince Carl Philip’s baptism

At the time of her brother’s birth, women could not legally inherit the throne and Carl Philip became heir. However, the government had been in discussion about changing the law for many years and in November 1979, the Parliament voted through an amendment to the Constitution which made the first born child the heir regardless of sex. Overnight Victoria became the heir to the throne and Crown Princess instead of her little brother. The law came in to effect on 1st January 1980 and on 9th she was awarded the title Duchess of Västergötland. There was substantial interest in this event; Sweden was the first country in the world to introduce equal succession rights and the King sparked headlines when he spoke of his concerns about his daughter having to balance the throne with motherhood.

“Certainly when it happened, dad wondered why you would want to change the law. Everything had worked well so far. Today neither I nor anyone in our family sees it as a problem. On the contrary.” Victoria discusses her family’s views on the change to the line of succession

In 1981, in order to protect the privacy of the children and give them a more normal childhood, the family moved their primary residence to the more secluded Drottningholm Palace. According to those who knew her during this time the little princess was a funny, curious and warm child but could often post a challenge for her nannies with her boundless energy! In June 1982, a month before Victoria’s 5th birthday, the Queen gave birth to her third and final child Princess Madeleine. Once again, the Crown Princess joined the family at her sibling’s baptism which was held in August.

“Dad called on us and asked if we wanted to see our new sibling. Carl Philip got so excited he ran on his tiptoes! There were a lot of people dressed in white and then the little baby” Crown Princess Victoria recalls the birth of her sister Madeleine

The Crown Princess was largely unaware of the role that she would have to take on some day. As a child she hoped to look after animals when she grew up - no doubt encouraged by her bond with her childhood pet, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named Sissi. She preferred to spend time with the palace staff than the social elite who often surround monarchies. As the King and Queen were often away, the Crown Princess became close to her siblings and acted as a mother figure. Despite being just a child herself, she was often the one who would comfort her brother and sister when their parents departed for long trips. Seeing the impact of this separation and being forced into taking on a mother role at such a young age no doubt shaping her commitment to being a hands on, present parent to her own children. Although they had disagreements like any siblings, Madeleine and Carl Philip have often spoken of the gratitude they feel towards their big sister for her role in their upbringing:

“Victoria took a lot of responsibility for us and looked after us. She’s also very creative and that makes her such a wonderful sister. She invented fun games, we built the most beautiful tree houses. She always did everything for us.” Princess Madeleine

When her parents were present, the family relished many of the same activities ordinary Swedish families enjoyed. They spent hours together skiing, fishing, and swimming. Victoria particularly enjoyed being out in nature and her personal and professional life as an adult has been profoundly influenced by this idyllic childhood:

“I learned from (my father) to appreciate nature but also to recognise my own responsibility for taking care of it.” Crown Princess Victoria

In August 1984, she started pre-school at Smedslättskolan in Bromma. Photographs of her first day were shared in the media and she was dropped off by the King and Queen, but to her classmates Victoria was just another child. Her peers affectionately called her Oja, a nickname believed to stem from her siblings being unable to pronounce the name Victoria. She then moved on to Ålstensskolan, also in Bromma. Although the Crown Princess was a popular student problems soon manifested in her learning and she would go on to be diagnosed with dyslexia.

“The hard time for me came later, as I started school…That’s when my reading and writing difficulties, my dyslexia, were discovered. That everyone else, who until then seemed like me, was suddenly learning to read and write and not me was extremely frustrating” Crown Princess Victoria

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