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cleverhottubmiracle · 3 months ago

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Hi, friends! It’s time for another edition of What I Wore Lately! This is a peek into my everyday style—what I wore, where I wore it, and how each outfit came together. Whether you’re looking for styling ideas or just love a little outfit inspiration, I hope this gives you some fresh ways to mix and match pieces in your own wardrobe. But first, the usual disclaimer: These are my real-life outfits, so you might see some repeats, and a few of the pieces are older and no longer available. I also know that when you add everything up, some of these outfits can get pricey. Over the years, I’ve invested in quality pieces that I truly love, and of course, I try to wear them as much as possible to maximize cost per wear. That said, I’ll link in-stock options and similar-for-less finds where I can! Real Outfits, Real Life: What I Actually Wore SIZING NOTES: I’m 5’5″ and I usually wear a small or medium in tops and dresses, a 29 or 30 in jeans and pants, and a size 8 shoe. Gifted items are indicated by c/o; everything else I purchased myself. This first look is from two weeks ago, and I wanted to take my new PAIGE Leenah Ankle jeans for a test drive to run some errands. I love how they pair with my adidas Spezials and the ivory sweater, but with the sweater untucked, the outfit felt a little shapeless. When I got downstairs, I tried a casual off-center front tuck, and I feel like this looks much better. It adds just enough definition at the waist and makes the look feel more intentional. Side note: I skipped a belt since I don’t have one I love for this outfit, and I feel like the relaxed vibe works without it. JK Cashmere Fisherman (budget option) // PAIGE Leenah Ankle (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // Clare V. Midi Sac (left) // LV Neverfull MM (right) // similar gold hoops Since it was a chilly day, I threw on my new Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe. The color works perfectly with these neutrals, and the sporty feel matches the casual vibe. I had a couple of appointments with some downtime in between, so I swapped my crossbody for a tote that could hold my book and a few extras. Fun fact: This Louis Vuitton tote was my first luxury designer bag. I’ve had it for years, and I pulled it out of the back of my closet because the shades of brown work so well with this outfit. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // JK Cashmere Fisherman (option) // PAIGE Leenah Ankle (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // LV Neverfull MM // similar hoops The next day, I kept things casual again and wore this athleisure look to run some errands after a photo shoot. (And yes, my ankles were cold—I should have worn my duck boots.) Zella long puffer vest (S) // Zella Studio Luxe Performance Jacket (M) // Zella leggings (M) // On Cloud 5 running shoes (9) I changed for the afternoon when I got home, and I just pulled on this comfy sweater, jeans, and sneaker combo… I tried it first with the darker wash jeans, but for some reason, this color combination looks frumpy to me. (And yes, that is the correct link to the exact MOTHER Hustler Flood Fray jeans that I’m wearing on the left; they are darker than they appear on the website.) After a few hours, I went back upstairs to see how I felt about the same sweater and sneakers with my lighter wash jeans—a look I’ve worn many times already. Sure enough, I like this so much better! Why is that, I wonder??? Jenni Kayne Flynn in Shadow (S) // MOTHER Hustler Flood Fray in What’s Your Sign – left (29) // MOTHER Dazzler in Riding The Cliffside – right (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) Okay, moving on… this was a casual Saturday spent mostly at home. As I recall, Paul was sick and relegated to the guest room upstairs, and David had plans with friends, so I didn’t even bother to put on makeup. We were expecting a big snowstorm the next day, and it was already quite cold and damp outside, so I pulled on duck boots and a coat to run to the grocery store with the rest of humanity. I wanted to make sure we had some good game day snacks in case we got snowed in. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // Evereve Zoey Rib Inset Hoodie (M) // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // Sorel Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // Jenny Bird earrings By the next day, I was so ready to get dressed and made-up and go somewhere!!! Of course, we still had a lot of snow on the ground, and it was freeeezing, but happily, the roads were clear and my weekly women’s Bible Study did not get canceled. I decided it was too cold for jeans, so I wore my Athleta Altitude fleece lined pants (excluded from the 30% off promo, sadly) with a cozy sweater, sherpa-lined duck boots, and my warmest turtleneck sweater. I love the vest with this look, but I assumed it would be too bulky to wear under a coat, so I took it off when I left the house and wore this long sherpa coat instead. Evereve Cooper Quilted Vest – left (S) // old Vince sherpa coat – left // similar sweater // Athleta Altitude Fleece Lined High Rise Pant (M) // SOREL Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // similar bag // Jenny Bird earrings I had a nail appointment the next day, and I wore the same pants, but this time with a wool/cashmere sweater hoodie and my quilted vest. (I was holding my “pedicure flip-flops“—which I eventually put in my tote bag.) Side note: This time, I did try to put a long quilted parka on top of the vest, and turns out, the vest is thin enough to fit comfortably under a coat. I had a photo shoot here at home the next day, and then I ran out to get my annual mammogram. Fun times! This was the last outfit we photographed, so I just kept it on and threw a coat on top when it was time to leave for the appointment. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // Jojo Seamed Sweatshirt (M) // Paige Leenah Ankle (29) // Gola Torpedo (8.5) // similar bag // similar earrings When I got home, I changed into a warmer outfit—a cozy turtleneck, stretchy jeans, and UGG slippers. This turtleneck sweater is at least five years old—a Vince find from a major end-of-season sale at Saks OFF 5TH or Nordstrom Rack. I remember it well because my usual size small was sold out, but the deal was too good to pass up, so I grabbed the medium instead. That worked out in my favor, since it still fits! (I often need the medium in Vince sweaters these days.) I love the details—the ribbing at the neck, cuffs, and hem adds a little extra interest. Plus, it has that ideal relaxed-but-not-oversized fit, and it’s so warm. old Vince sweater (option) // MOTHER Weekender (29) (budget option) // UGG Dakota (8) // similar earrings I wasn’t really planning to go anywhere that night, but when Paul got home, he suggested we go out and grab a bite to eat, so I swapped my slippers for boots and threw on my taupe puffer coat. My black one would work too, of course, but I think the taupe with black trim makes a pleasing contrast against the black sweater. old Vince sweater (option) // MOTHER Weekender (29) (budget option) // Franco Sarto Vianca (8) (option) // similar earrings The next day, I ran to the mall to make a few returns, and I wore this light neutral look. This sweater is another oldie-but-goodie—this time from Naadam. I scored it during one of their Black Friday sales a few years ago, and it has made the cut year after year because it’s such a timeless classic. It’s also a very thick, dense cashmere knit, which is getting harder to find these days. Aritzia The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe (S) // similar sweater // MOTHER Dazzler (29) // adidas Handball Spezial (8) // similar hoops One of my returns was an Aritzia puffer I ordered before I found the one I really wanted—The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in Modern Taupe. It was exchange-only, not refundable, and I also had an Aritzia gift card, so… I ended up coming home with The Super Puff Long. I’ve been considering a longer, warmer puffer for the coldest days—especially for outdoor walks. I love the oversized, sporty vibe that’s everywhere right now, and this one is exactly what I had in mind. The channel quilting, relaxed fit, and side vents give it that effortless, modern feel. Plus, I love the Aritzia StormSoft Cuffs with thumbholes—they really do help keep the warmth in and the cold out. As soon as I got home, I threw it on to walk the dog, and it totally delivered. I may not wear it a ton, but I know I’ll have it for many years. I also tried the The Supersnug Puff™ Long, which has a slightly more feminine fit and is gorgeous if you wear a lot of winter skirts and dresses. But The Super Puff Long felt more in line with the look I was going for. Sizing note: I went with a medium this time. I have I have The Super Puff₂o™ Mid in a small, and while it fits, I wanted to be sure to have plenty of layering room under this longer one. Aritzia The Super Puff™ Long – cliMATTE™ in Black (M) // SOREL Out-N-About IV Chillz (8.5) // similar hoops Alright! Let’s wrap this up! I wore this tried-and-true outfit to church on Sunday, and then out to lunch afterwards. Since I’ve photographed it before, I knew it would work. I could have worn black boots and belt and coat with this sweater and jeans, but I think the camel is a little more unexpected and fun. Also, notice my Eagles green… Go Birds! (I tried my best, but I couldn’t seem to find any similar sweaters to link, at least not in anything close to this color.) FYI, if you’re looking for a good budget-alternative to my MOTHER Weekenders in Wanted!, I’ve had a few people tell me these grey skinny flares from WHBM are a great pair of jeans with a very similar look. They also come in short and long lengths. J.Crew Daphne in Hthr Camel (6) // Vince Raglan Turtleneck in Sea Onyx (M) // MOTHER Weekender in Wanted! (29) (budget option) // Veronica Beard Lisa in Hazelwood (8) (spend option / save option) // similar belt // similar gold hoops I had a workout appointment on Monday, and I just stayed in my workout clothes for the rest of the day. Side note: These Brooks Ghost Weatherized sneakers are perfect for outdoor winter workouts! They’re designed to be breathable while still providing warmth for cold-weather runs, and the water-resistant finish helps keep out snow and rain. Athleta Altitude Fleece Lined Jacket (S) // Momentum Seamless Top (M) // Salutation Leggings (M) // Brooks Ghost Weatherized (9) // Jenny Bird earrings Then yesterday, I pulled this outfit together for Bible Study. I had just talked about these jeans and this sweater in Monday’s Try-On Haul, so they were top of mind when I went to get dressed—and they ended up pairing really well! For footwear, I first tried dark brown Chelsea boots (with a coordinating belt), but the heel wasn’t quite high enough for the length of these jeans. (That’s probably why I haven’t worn them much—I haven’t been able to wear high heels since I took that terrible fall last March.) So, I went back to my closet and grabbed these 3″ heels from last year. I wasn’t sure my feet would be able to handle them, but they did! I also swapped in a matching belt for a more cohesive look. Style tip: I like to have a belt to coordinate with each color shoe in my closet—it makes outfit styling so much easier! Equipment Madalene (S) // MOTHER The Hustler Roller Skimp (budget option) (29) // Veronica Beard Lada in Espresso – left (8.5) // Vince Hillside – right (8) // brown belt in dark brown – left (M) (option) // similar belt – right // similar gold hoops // Marlyn Schiff gold plated pyrite coin charm necklace & gold adjustable pull-chain necklace I added my camel coat and a black scarf to finish the look. The black feels a little heavy against the rest of the outfit, but it seemed like the best option from what I have. Plus, I really needed a scarf since the V-neck coat and sweater left my neck and chest exposed to the elements. J.Crew Daphne in Hthr Camel (6) // black scarf // MOTHER The Hustler Roller Skimp (option) (29) // Vince Hillside (8) // similar hoops // LV Neverfull MM One morning in 3″ heels was all my feet could take, so I changed into comfy clothes for the rest of the afternoon. Gap Factory Relaxed Fleece Half-Zip Sweatshirt (M) // old Athleta yoga pants // On Cloud 5 Running Shoe (9) And that’s a wrap! Hopefully, this gives you some styling inspiration or ideas for mixing pieces in your own wardrobe. Let me know which look was your favorite! Stay In Touch If you liked this post, be sure you’re signed up for my email newsletter. In addition to my most recent blog posts, you’ll receive exclusive newsletter content like special sales, my newest favorite finds, and an occasional peek behind the scenes — all delivered right to your inbox. I would also love for you to join my JLS Fashion Insiders Facebook Group! This is a friendly place to discuss all matters of fashion and style with other women, share your outfits, get advice, and stay up to date on all the happenings in our community. Source link

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norajworld · 3 months ago

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maximotts · 3 years ago

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𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡 ☾ 𝔴. 𝔪𝔞𝔵𝔦𝔪𝔬𝔣𝔣

pairing ❦ dark!SW!Wanda x female stockholm!reader

summary ❦ it took your time in Westview to realize you didn't know how to live without Wanda Maximoff; luckily she welcomed you home with open arms

warnings ❦ smut, 18+ only content; fingering, possessive marking, innocence kink, manipulation, mind reading, magical restraints (arms only), humiliation, shameless overstimming, calling Wanda mommy, reader clearly has stockholm and Wanda does not care, probably missing something tbh

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a/n ❦ here's the first kinktober fic! the request was for dom!Wanda; I made it SW Wanda with a mommy kink to fit the week one theme so.. here we are

kinktober masterlist.

“We shouldn’t-”

You were going to. When Wanda wanted something, she got it, especially from you. Way before she started asking, you were completing favors; Natasha used to tease you for being at the new girl’s beck and call, but you didn’t see the harm in it. She’d been through so much, seemed to constantly be mourning some personal tragedy, and you wanted to help. On some level, you always loved her.

Wanda only hummed, lowering herself down closer to where she’d trapped you atop the mattress she’d recently convinced you to share with her. It was easy enough; she knew you hated sleeping without her, since she’d gone, you’d been alone. That was her fault, she never should’ve left you in Westview. Poor thing, always so lost without her. “Shouldn’t doesn’t mean you don’t want to.”

She was directly in your ear, honey sweet voice luring you deeper into her carefully crafted web. Wanda loves you, she wouldn’t hurt you. She’s just.. not herself right now. It repeated like a mantra in your head, willing yourself to remember even as this new side of Wanda begged you to try and run.

“Well I..” You couldn’t say it; just the thought of the falsehood was bitter on your tongue. Wanda’s touch was soft, but insistent, gentle fingers smoothing down your thighs only to rake sharp nails back up, never breaking skin, only a reminder that she could. There was never a time where you’d forgotten how powerful she was, not a day you’d underestimated her, but where before it’d been out of the question, now Wanda would exact that power how she saw fit.

As you hesitated, Wanda continued on unbothered, dim red wisps covering the lace underwear until they were gone completely. She’d given them to you to wear earlier and like the obedient thing you were, you complied. The moment her fingertips brushed over your mound, you shuddered, legs falling apart for her instinctively just like they had since the very first time.

“Tell me you don’t want it, that you didn’t seek me out hoping you’d find me and we could live happily ever after like you always wanted…” It was a few days ago you’d shown up on her doorstep; she’d sensed you at the edge of her barrier, wandering around lost amongst her apple trees. She’d let her house appear after confirming you’d come by yourself and for a while, it was normal.

Wanda looked herself, with the same kind eyes and warm reassurances you’d fallen in love with years ago, before Westview, before Thanos. Even now in this new outfit, crowding you in so closely you could feel her hot breath on your neck, something about it all rang of familiarity.. to trust her just as you always had. Wanda shifted her stance, letting her knees take her weight before positioning your thighs on hers, hands free to press a darkened finger over your lips the second you opened your mouth to speak. “Don’t lie to me, I’ll look in that pretty little head of yours.”

“I- I don’t…” Having feelings for another person as a civilian was hard; having them as an Avenger was a heavy risk. Especially when the one you were crushing on was your teammate. She always seemed just out of reach, no matter how much you felt for her, something was always in the way. Another threat, another death, always some outside force keeping the truth from coming to light. You knew you wanted her, forever hoping Wanda not only wanted you right back, but would make any kind of first move you’d been too scared to.

In Westview both of you were at peace, basking in the domestic life you weren’t ever afforded the luxury of having. It sounded terrible, but some days you wished Wanda wouldn’t have let the Hex go; you were together, carefree, and willing to neglect the horror of Wanda’s nightmares, the glitches in your cozy town… all of it, if you could only keep her smiling and happy.

But nothing lasts forever, not even for the most powerful witch in the universe. It was devastating enough your paradise was shattered, but after years of teamwork, friendship, and whispered confessions, Wanda abandoned you without a word. You'd been inconsolable until weeks later when you spotted her amongst far off trees and despite all previous warnings, you ran to her.

My little lamb, she’d called you, holding you tight while you wept. It felt like days you stood there, but somehow she’d gotten you inside, ever patient as you clung to her side, following her around in case you blinked and she disappeared. At first Wanda was afraid you’d come to keep tabs on her, but it didn’t take long to realize you were here because you needed to. Maybe you’d become too dependent on her; she didn’t care. It was the opposite of a problem for her- and it wasn’t the first time the idea crossed her mind.

You and Wanda shared so many secrets, she knew you inside and out without needing to read your mind anymore— it didn’t stop her from wanting to. “I’ve always loved how innocent you were, sweet pea…” A single digit pressed into your waiting entrance, slow and steady, Wanda watching all the while as you eagerly took her in.

“Don’t say that,” Wanda was well aware how much you hated being reminded of how little you’d done. Each time she did, you wished harder that she’d just show you herself. Years ago you’d told her of your inexperience, how your tumultuous upbringing meant relationships had been shoved aside; the day you admitted you’d only have a few fumbling drunk encounters, nothing satisfying or memorable, Wanda knew she should be your first.

Fear of rejection or you pulling away kept her from trying, but now she could have you however she needed. After all she’d put you though, you still willingly came to her and that was all the confirmation she needed. It felt right and with nothing stopping her, why not indulge her perfect girl?

You’d trusted Wanda under the guise she’d never manipulate it against you like she was doing now, bending your words and testing your willpower until it would be insane not to agree with her. You should be outraged; you weren’t. You were impossibly wet from so little touch, soft and smooth and already raising your hips for more. “Wanda…”

“How am I supposed to believe you don’t know anything when you’re soaking my fingers as soon as I put my hands on you?” A chorus of whines was all Wanda got in response, your mouth not letting you betray the times you’d used your rare moments of privacy to stuff yourself full of your own fingers, painstakingly trying to reach a high you yearned for from Wanda instead. “Aw, you thought of me?”

Scared eyes snapped straight to the redhead’s, tears pricking at your eyes from both embarrassment and the struggle not to cum so quickly; with such precise curling hitting a spot you’d never known existed, each second felt more like a losing battle. Before you could tell whenever she was in your head, now you didn’t feel a thing, but there was no way you could focus hard enough to shield your train of thought. “I didn’t lie, you said you wouldn’t…”

“Oh I never said that,” She surprised you with deeper thrusts, catching you off guard and hurtling you over that first edge. Wanda fucked you through it, oh so satisfied with herself as your back arched and your fingers fisted the sheets she put on the bed just for you. As you forced your heavy lids to open, you caught Wanda bending over once more and the closer her lips got, the harder it was not to surge forward and kiss her. “Your head is such a fun place to be, practically welcomed me in with how often I’m on your mind. Just begging me to stop asking you questions and fuck you, to please, please kiss you this time when I make you cum…”

Wanda pushed another finger beside the other, stretching you open exactly how you’d dreamt she would for so long. She twisted them and you jumped, thighs twitching at every new angle. Similar to Westview, you should be terrified; you’d been bent to her will, seen her nightmares just like every other resident, but you weren’t then and now, with free will all you yearned for was more of this attention, for another orgasm— more of her. “You really want me to control you? Haven’t you heard how dangerous I am now?”

Of course you’d heard, it’d been drilled into you day and night after she’d gone, but nothing stuck. Everyone warned you away, begged you not to go after Wanda, to mourn your friend, appreciate your freedom and move on, but you couldn’t without her. No one else managed to find her, but she’d let you and nothing would ever come between the two of you again. “Aren’t you supposed to be afraid of mean witches like me? I could snap you in half before you blink.”

“Wanda!” Her thumb brushed your clit, sending shocks of tingling pleasure through your system so suddenly you didn’t realize your hands were holding her wrist in place until your own slick dripped onto your skin. She let you fuck into your joined hands, giving in only slightly to press your lips together, rubbing over your swollen bud and forcing your jaw to go slack.

Her tongue ran over your plump bottom lip as you worked to get yourself off, biting down until you both tasted sharp copper. “Ow! Please, I-!”

Wanda licked the wound as you cried out, delighting in your protests because even though you whimpered, your walls clenched desperately around fingers, sucking her in ever deeper. No, you weren’t scared of the Scarlet Witch in the slightest; you didn’t know why, but she made you more turned on than ever. “I already know what you want. I just need to hear you say it.”

The edge to her was clear as day even in your hazy mind, instability swirling behind intense green eyes. She’d have you even if you denied it; Wanda was long done answering to anyone else. You’d only have a tougher time of it if you didn’t come clean, but she’d enjoy herself either way. “You want to keep me happy, see me smile again like before? Tell me the truth.”

Your secrets were no longer yours, she’d read every single thought that passed you by if she had to— your stubbornness hurt yourself more than anything. “I want you. Mommy, please-”

As soon as the words left your lips you were mortified, hands falling from her arm as you tried backing away; Wanda was quicker. She overtook you in an instant, invisible force pinning your arms above your head, prone and exposed to her downright predatory grin.

“Mommy? Now where did an innocent thing like you learn that?” Wanda’s free hand stroked your face, hot with embarrassment as you made eye contact with anything that wasn’t the woman above you. The slap echoed louder than your surprised yelp, near painful grip forcing your head to face her and digging into your now stinging red cheek. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

That lingering danger was surface level now, posture stiff, nails scratching at your clammy skin as she stared straight through you. This Wanda you were more scared of. A mumbled apology brought her smile back, Wanda leaving your poor jaw alone to brush the stray hairs from your face while she started fingering you again, third finger added without warning. Her pace was a punishment, brutal and unforgiving, but between your arms rendered useless and your legs spread around her hips… all you could do was take it and you loved every second of it.

“There you go, isn’t this better?” Wanda was happier the longer she watched you submit, fight and hesitation leaving your body with every push, every warm kiss upon your skin. “Don’t make me be hard on such an innocent thing like you, it isn’t fair.” When she left Westview, she missed you immediately, her main regret not taking the one person she loved who would survive outside her Hex. You needed her guidance as much as she needed your understanding; Wanda hoped every day you’d come back to her and now that you had, she’d kill anything that threatened to take you away.

Sharp teeth scraped along your collarbone, just enough to leave reminders she’d been here, that she’d finally had you. When she bit at the hollow of your throat, insistent and possessive, you knew it’d be a mark you didn’t have a hope to hide. You couldn’t take it, not when you felt every push and pull of her fingers, every curl of her lips on your chest. When you mewled pitifully, Wanda kissed a trail up your sternum, meeting your needy pout with a mocking pity. “What is it, baby? You want mommy to make you cum again?”

Your nod came without a second thought, uninhibited now in your quest for just one more blissful moment. “Yes yes, please.. I need it..” The second orgasm came as a welcome relief, shameless now in riding each wave out on your new lover’s fingers. Words were leaving Wanda’s mouth, but you could only feel the faintest hum of them behind your ear, your own gasps muffling her murmured sentences.

It was only when she found your red lips once more, sighing and moving to readjust your legs, that you realized Wanda wasn’t letting up. You were achingly sensitive after two times, thighs twitching and trying to close, to escape the too good feeling swarming your brain— but Wanda was stronger. “Wanda, I can’t-”

“Shhh, you will. What happened to mommy?” Wanda would keep you so content if you let her. She didn’t have to wait for your permission, could’ve put you under her spell the moment she saw you wandering, but she needed to know you wanted to stay. You needed her to take you and shelter you away from the rest of the world. “I’ll give you anything you want, little lamb. Just promise me one thing.”

It was oh so much sweeter to watch you shake and quiver with the knowledge you longed to be her with her, taking all you could handle and more. Your pathetic whimper nearly broke her heart, seeing you strain against your bonds all just to try and be closer to her. Wanda heard you yelling you’d agree to anything, thoughts loudest they’d been all night; she couldn’t wait to get used to this. “You’ll stay right here and be my good little girl forever. You won’t have to worry about a single thing ever again, doesn’t that sound nice?”

It shouldn’t have excited you, not while her fingers were fucking you too hard, too deep, or how selfishly she hiked your hips higher on her lap just to watch your abused cunt drip and spasm under her unwavering stare. But it did. You didn’t want to hide it either, not from her. Not anymore. “I promise, I’ll stay…”

“That’s my good girl.” You thought Wanda would stop, pull away and let you free, but she’d been serious about seeing you cum just one more time. You writhed as much as your tied position would allow, twisting and crying out for Wanda with your hoarse, overdrawn voice. She curled her fingers once more in time with devious pressure on your clit and you broke, a scream you realized too late was your own filled the bedroom, and if the tingling numbness in your limbs were any indication, you were well and truly spent.

Only after your eyes refocused and caught Wanda licking her fingers clean did you notice the wetness still between your legs, sliding down the curve of your ass and definitely soaking the sheets. You wanted to be ashamed, but you couldn’t find it within yourself when the redhead was looking your way with such adoration. If this is what it took to be hers, you’d give it a thousand times over.

Wanda released you finally, guiding your arms down to your sides with gentle care. She backed away to let your legs rest as well, massaging your legs as they now lay limp on either side of her. You were still so sore and red, terribly messy but clearly you didn’t have a shred of energy to clean yourself off. Wanda bent at the waist again, nuzzled her face into your lower belly so lovingly. Exhaustion hit you like a freight train, your tired body like lead where you lay; there was no doubt you could fall asleep here, safe and spent under Wanda’s careful protection— but her lips grazing your folds set your frayed nerves alight all over again. “‘m tired…”

“I know, you did so well,” She was being selfish, she knew, but she’d earned the right to be so, especially when one more peek into your sleepy brain revealed more naughty thoughts swirling anew. “Poor little one, let mommy make it all better.”

#ngl I got a little burnt out editing this so if you see typos... no you don't #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x fem!reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #sw!wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel imagine #motts writes.#maximotts

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remcycl333 · 3 years ago

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What does Kim Velez say about inner conversations in the video? What made it easy for you to manifest in this video? My English is so bad that I want to watch the video but I don't understand anything. Could you briefly summarize what Kim Velez said? If you don't mind, could you summarize the Dylan James video please?

grateful for everything💘

hi! i'd be happy to do that for you :)

disclaimer: it's been a while since i've watched these videos so this is just a summary of the things that i took from them and got results from and use to this day!

this is the Kim Velez video that really helped me for anyone who wants to watch it (it starts at 3:20 lol). it helped me specifically with manifesting a specific person, but you can apply this to any of your desires. at the time i was watching Sammy Ingram and had the belief that i had to repeat the same exact affirmation over and over again every second of the day (example: my SP is constantly texting me). i would monotonously repeat the same affirmation all day long and had the limiting belief that you could only manifest if you use the same exact wording every time. this is NOT TRUE! but Sammy had instilled this limiting belief in my mind at the time. in this video by Kim, she talks about how saying affirmations all day long with the intent to create something and bring it into your 3D is not sustainable. part of the reason is because you're not fully living in the end. you're saying affirmations obsessively in order to get something instead of accepting the fact that it's already yours and creation is already finished.

[disclaimer: if repeating the same exact affirmations all day long works for you, continue doing this. but if you feel like this isn't working for you because you feel like you're obsessively saying affirmations in order to get something and you would like to change that, maybe this will help you. in the video, Kim points out that those types of affirmations work and will still get you what you want, but she suggests that you test out inner conversations and choose for yourself which feels better]

this is where the inner conversations come in. inner conversations are how you are talking to yourself in your mind throughout the day. it's your inner monologue. you want to manufacture inner conversations that you would naturally have if you already had your desire.

for instance, whenever i was manifesting my SP, this is an example of one of the conversations i would create in my mind:

"i love my SP so much, he is the best boyfriend i could ever have asked for. he is just so loving and attentive and perfect. i seriously can't wait to see him tomorrow. we're gonna have so much fun! we're gonna go on a cute little date and have a picnic! omg, i wonder what i should wear? maybe i'll wear my pink skirt..." and then i'd go on to plan my outfit and think about things that would happen on the date.

this literally helped me so much. i know it sounds kinda silly to plan an outfit in your head lol, but i remembered the inner conversations i would have when i was dating someone in the past and tried to recreate those. you don't have to plan an outfit or date if that doesn’t feel natural to you. that’s just what i did.

here is a transcript of what Kim Velez’s example of an inner conversation is in her video:

“oh my god I’m in the best relationship of my life. I am so fucking amazing, I love the way this person loves me. I feel so loved and supported and valued and I am the fucking best. man it feels so good, no one can compare to me. I am such an amazing partner, my person appreciates me so fucking much. it is just so magnificent waking up to this person every day. i literally have the life that i fucking dreamed of.”

obviously Kim’s version is a lot more mature sounding than mine lol cuz i have the inner monologue of a young Gen Z girl. but that’s what i mean! don’t just repeat mine or Kim’s inner conversations in your mind, craft them to sound like thoughts/conversations you would naturally have! if you want you can write down a little script in your notes app or in a journal to give you an idea of what to say. but don’t repeat it monotonously every time, you can add random details every time.

obviously this takes a little more focus than just repeating the same exact affirmations over and over again, so i would do this while doing mindless activities such as dishes, cleaning, laundry, working out, showering, etc.

💛⭐️🌼🐝🍌🌙🍋🌟🌻

now for the summary of the Dylan James videos. I won’t link a specific one because this is what I learned from watching multiple videos of his. but Dylan really emphasizes the idea of it is done. what he recommends is when your desire pops into your mind to simply say “it is done” and force yourself to think about something else. this idea was kinda shocking to me at first because--like i said before--i had the limiting belief of having to repeat affirmations all day long. but i tried it out and it got me results SO. FAST.

basically the idea behind this is that you’re subconscious mind already knows what you want. you don’t have to keep telling it, it knows. declaring that you have something once is enough for it to manifest.

this is an analogy that has been used so many times but i love it so much. think of your affirmations as a seed. you declare “i have my desire.” that is you planting the seed. you have to trust that the seed will grow into a flower. in real life, if you plant a seed, it will not grow if you keep digging it up and making sure that it’s there and that the stuff you are doing to help it grow is working. manifesting is the same. if you keep thinking “it is working? is it coming soon? is it here yet?” you will be putting focus on the fact that it’s not here yet, instead of the fact that it is done and finished.

another thing Dylan emphasizes in his video is Trust. you have to trust that your manifestation is coming. you have to trust your subconscious mind, trust the process. you can’t keep obsessively worrying about it and whether or not it will happen/manifest. you have to trust that it’s done.

in his videos, Dylan encourages people to distract themselves throughout the day and to not think about your desire. like i said earlier, if you find yourself thinking about your desire, stop yourself and say “it’s done. it is so done I don’t even have to think about it” and force yourself to think about something else.

what i think is really helpful about this technique is that if you don’t think about your desire at all, then you don’t think negative thoughts about it. also by trusting the law and yourself so much that you can’t even be bothered to think about it is like a serious confidence and self-concept boost i swear. this is how i manifest most things because it literally works so fast for me. like within a day.

These two different “techniques” (for the lack of a better word), inner conversations and distracting yourself, can either be used together or separately. if you just want to do inner conversations, you can. if you want to do inner conversations during mindless activities and distract yourself and say “it is done” for the rest of the day, you can. or if you just want to throw yourself completely into never thinking about your desire anymore like Dylan James suggests you can do that.

or you can do none of these things! these are just the things that finally helped me to start manifesting consistently and gave me a huge breakthrough last year. if they resonate with you, great! if they don’t, you don’t have to do them. whatever feels natural and right to you :)

i’m sorry for the super long response LOL i didn’t expect to write this much. but i really hope this helps and makes sense! feel free to ask any further questions you may have :) !

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Chapter 22 - Halloween (I)

Summary: Satoru tells you the truth.

A/N: (18+ / minors and ageless blogs dni) So, clearly I update fics by taking forever to write them and then posting a bunch at one time. This was initially supposed to be one chapter but it was getting to long so I split it into two. There are only eight chapters left to this story which is so crazy to me! Thank you so much everyone for the support xo I hope you guys enjoy this update!

(Three Years Ago - Halloween)

Satoru is running late.

Two and half hours late to be exact.

He promised you that he would go all out with a costume for Rina’s party, but now finds himself expecting a long, drawn out lecture because he failed to keep his word.

He really did have every intention on surprising you tonight, but didn’t have the time to make it back to his apartment and change into his vampire attire as planned.

He spent all month searching for the right pieces of clothing to match his outfit. He found a fitted black shirt with pants to accent the intricately embroidered vest that he splurged way too much money on. He wanted to dramatically model the extravagant cape with the silky red fabric underneath, and flash a toothy grin to show off his set of fake fangs. He even reached out to Utahime in the hopes that she would help with his hair and make up, and she agreed only after he mercilessly teased her into submission.

He was supposed to slick back his silver locks, powder his face whiter than the natural color that he was blessed with, and shade the bags underneath his eyes with a deep purple to make him look as lifeless as possible. Instead, he combed through his hair with his fingers, feeling the strands flop over his face as he replaced his blindfold with his sunglasses.

A part of himself wanted to impress you with the look he worked hard on putting together, but the other half just wanted you to be happy since you practically begged him not to flake out on tonight’s occasion when you called yesterday.

“Rina and I are pairing our costumes, but nobody likes to dress up anymore. I don’t want us to be the only ones putting in all the effort…”

“It’s Halloween, of course people will dress up!” Satoru answered back nonchalantly. “You don’t have to keep asking me. I told you I would, right?”

You sighed, “Yeah, you’re right. I just can’t expect everyone else to do the same. This is my favorite time of the year but it’s so childish to even ask people to participate in this stuff…”

“Who the hell told you that?” Satoru scoffed with disbelief, his fingers gripping around his phone hearing the hurt in your tone.

“It was just something Haru mentioned when I asked him what he planned on wearing. I guess he’s right, who cares about silly costume parties anyway…”

Satoru knew that you were just repeating Haru’s pitiful comments which only made him huff with disappointment. He tried not to dwell on the fact that you’ve been acting odd recently, but his gut told him that it had something to do with the sudden tension surrounding your relationship.

He wondered if your boyfriend finally found the courage to confess to his infidelity after he asked Satoru not to let his secret slip.

Considering how much you adored Haru, Satoru wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgiven him on the spot.

However, if Haru had actually admitted to cheating on you, and you had decided to forgive him as Satoru theorized...then why did it suddenly seem like you’ve been thrown off balance?

He tried to pry into the subject but you have been maintaining a barrier on discussing anything serious surrounding your personal life. This tied in with your sudden short tempers, and your friend found himself walking around egg shells in the hopes that you wouldn’t pick a petty argument with him over the tiniest things.

You always apologized afterward, blaming your annoyance on your lack of sleep or that there’s been a lot on your mind recently.

Excuses, excuses, excuses…

Satoru knew what the answer to the problem was but your friend just couldn’t bring himself to confront you about what was really going on.

He wasn’t hiding from the truth because he was loyal about keeping any promises to your boyfriend, but he found himself trapped in a situation that he didn’t particularly enjoy.

If Haru did tell you the truth, then Satoru would not be able to handle any of your lame reasons about why you agreed to take him back.

Your friend cared about you in a way that was beyond his own comprehension, and understood that this would be the straw that broke the camel’s back.

He didn’t want to have to break the dam and unveil all of his true feelings about Haru, while risking your friendship as a result.

On the other hand, if it turned out that Haru was still lying to you then Satoru would have no other choice but to tell you the truth.

He had plenty of opportunities to do so before, but whenever your face lit up at the mention of Haru’s name it became reason enough for him to bury the secret deeper inside.

He wasn’t going to take away your happiness, and refused to be the reason behind your heartbreak.

By the time the sorcerer approached Rina’s front door his stomach had already twisted itself into more knots than he could count.

From behind the frame he could hear the low thump of the bass bursting through the speakers, the sound of happy drunks singing along to the music playing, and the muffled conversations coming through the melodic tunes.

He pressed his forehead against the door and exhaled before finding the courage to ball his hand into a fist and knock.

The door swung open and Rina stood before him in a fiery costume. She was wearing a short crimson wig, decorated with a pair of devil horns that matched her fitted full length dress while holding a toy trident in one hand.

A teasing glint twinkled in her eyes when she met Gojo’s gaze.

“No costume, no entry” she joked with a quirked brow, as she dramatically pointed at his casual clothes with her trident.

Satoru pouted, tilting his head slightly as he looked down at her, “can’t you tell that I am an international super model?”

Rina scoffed, “that’s what you’re going with?”

Satoru lowered his shades, before delivering a smoldering squint to show off his best pose.

“Satoru Gojo! The face that makes millions!” he boomed in a dramatic voice, mimicing the tone of advertisers before finishing his statement off with a wink. “Is that convincing enough?”

Rina held back a smile before stepping aside. “Not to me but I’m pretty sure everyone else will believe it.”

Satoru passed through the threshold, his tall frame obvious among the sea of strangers as he towered over every single person in the room.

Rina cocked her head to the right, “she’s inside dancing with my sister.”

Satoru ignored the way his heart thumped, his eyes quickly scanning the room until his gaze laid upon you and he parted his lips in surprise.

You were wearing a glittered white dress, the thick straps were snug around your shoulders and the semi-sweetheart plunge revealed a subtle hint of cleavage. His eyes lowered, taking in how the fabric wrapped around waist until it flared out to reveal your legs underneath. Fluffy white wings fluttered as you danced, and you were barely able to stand straight holding onto your partner as you tried to keep your balance on your high wedged heels.

When you finally looked over to Satoru, he felt his cheeks heat up instantly as your tinted lips spread into a warm smile.

He cleared his throat, lifting his hand to salute a wave while trying to brush off the rush of emotions that ran through him.

You whispered something into the girl’s ear, then carefully stumbled your way over towards him.

“Satoruuuu!”

“Hey, you-ugh!...”

Satoru groaned, stepping one foot back as he tried to catch the weight of your body in his arms when you fell into his chest for a hug.

“You caaame!” you replied with enthusiasm, before pushing him away and furrowing your brows as you took a moment to judge his outfit.

“You didn’t dress up?” you questioned with sad doe eyes, which only made the warmth spread from his cheeks down to his neck.

“Work ran late,” he confessed with an apologetic smile, “but I really did have a costume planned-”

You scoffed as you let out a short laugh, waving your arm in his face to brush off his words.

“Ohhh, it doesn’t matter.” you slurred, ”you’re here and we are going to have sooo much fun, right?”

The smile falls on Satoru’s face, his lips forming into a straight line and his fingers hold both your elbows as he steadies you in place.

“How much did you have to drink?” he asks in a low voice.

“Don’t be a bore…” you grumble, lifting your index finger to poke his chest.

Satoru arched one eyebrow in response, unamused by your pathetic jab at his concern over you.

Upon seeing the disapproval on his face you sigh before reaching for the collar of his jacket, and gently squeeze your grip around the fabric.

“Relax! I’m fine! I promise!” you reassured with another grin.

“She’s more than fine,” Rina interrupts, and Satoru notices your best friend loop her arm around your waist to hug you from behind. “...now you can either join us in our dance or strike a few poses on your own!”

Satoru releases you from his grip and you giggle before tumbling backwards to follow Rina’s footsteps. Within minutes you were back to shaking your hips and running your fingers through your hair, singing along to every song without a single care in the world

Satoru made his way over to the kitchen, where he rummaged through the fridge to pull out a bottle of sparkling water. He tried to ignore the mild annoyance he felt by having his concern overlooked.

Regardless of what others believe, he knew you better than anybody else which is why he could see right through you.

***

Satoru stood in the corner of the room pretending like he was invested in the conversation with one of Rina’s old high school friends. She went on about her current experiences working as a flight attendant, going into great detail about all the different places that she traveled to. He could tell that she was trying really hard to impress him but he was busy getting distracted whenever he shifted his attention to you.

Your arms were around Rina’s neck, the two of you swaying while murmuring a secret conversation in between your dance. The sorcerer's back stiffened when you brought your drink to your lips, taking another sip as you finally finished off the beverage.

Satoru merely let a few “uh-huh’s” slip to keep the conversation rolling, but the minute he watched you head towards the kitchen is when he found an excuse to cut the topic short and follow your footsteps.

You were reaching for the bottle when you felt slender fingers circle over your hand.

“How about we have some water instead?” Satoru questioned kindly, lowering your wrist down before you could even fill up your cup.

You spun on your heel, your senses gravely lagging as he easily managed to remove the empty cup from your grasp and replace it with a water bottle instead.

“Fine,” you nodded in defeat before twisting the cap open, “...but only if it’ll make you stop starin’ at me all night.”

“I’m not staring,” he denied.

You scoff, rocking slightly from side to side as you chug down the water.

Satoru winced at your discomfort watching you swallow the beverage.

“You definitely are staring...” you groan with disgust, scrunching up your face as you tried to shake off the queasy sensation that suddenly washed over you.

“Well, it’s not every day you decide to drown yourself in alcohol.”

“Its a paarty, Satoruuuu...” you tease again, before leaning back against the counter and folding your arms across your chest. “I’m supposed to be having fun.”

Your friend merely hums.

“Well then, how about we sit somewhere and catch yourselves before our next round?”

“Our next round? You plan on drinking with me tonight, International Supermodel?”

“That’s Mr. International Supermodel to you, and absolutely not.”

You shrug your shoulders as you try to move past him but you were quickly blocked by the length of his torso.

“Just for a little bit, please?” he playfully coaxes, “All of this is kind of stimulating for me and I didn’t even get a proper hello from you…”

“Satoru…”

“What if I promise you a dance afterwards?”

That made your eyes light up immediately and you reached your hand forward to extend one of your digits in his direction.

“One whole dance to whatever song I choose. Pinky promise?”

Satoru chuckles to himself, watching you struggle to hook your finger around his.

“Promise.”

His hand finds the small of your back and he quietly guides you away from the stuffy crowd as he makes his way towards Rina’s bedroom.

He could see the many eyes studying you both closely, but tried not dwell on how suspicious this might appear to them.

A heavy silence took over when Satoru shut the door behind him. He watched you saunter towards the bed, plopping your entire body weight onto the mattress before releasing a sigh as you welcomed the quiet with open arms. Your hands reached down to your ankles, and you fumbled with the straps before kicking off your killer heels.

“Maybe this is a good idea,” you slur, “m’feet are killing me...”

“Well, you’ve been dancing like nobody’s watching you…”

“Except there was somebody watching me. A six foot tall creep with white hair, tryna to pose as a model when he promised me that he’d wear a costume tonight...”

Satoru smirked before falling onto the mattress as he found his seat right next to you.

“I’m just making sure that my friend doesn’t fall flat on her face.”

You purse your lips at him, but upon reading the sincerity in his expression, you merely bump your shoulder against his in jest.

“I guess an injury would kill all the effort I put into my make up...”

“And what a waste that would be...” he replied with enthusiasm, subconsciously grazing you back as he presses his body into yours. He arches his neck down, moving his lips closer to your ear and dropping the tone of his voice unintentionally before speaking.

“You look great by the way.”

“Think so?”

“Absolutely...” he answers back, releasing the tension from his body and allowing the conversation to flow with a familiar ease, “As a matter of fact, I think this costume suits you. You should wear it more often! Maybe, next time when you accompany me on one of my shopping trips...”

“Wings n’ all?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way...”

“I’m sure the sales representatives at all those luxury brands you like would have a field day seeing me next to you...”

“What can I say, we’d make a pretty team...”

You give him another genuine smile and Satoru can’t help but mirror you now that he’s broken whatever facade you were showcasing outside of this room.

“Did you really put together a costume or are you toying with my emotions?” you wondered while angling your body to face him and then lifting your legs up on the bed to sit in a crossed legged position.

“I'm offended that you would question me! I would put Dracula to shame from how good I would have looked tonight,” Satoru replied, reaching both hands behind him as he leaned onto the weight of his arms. “I guess it’s best that I didn’t wear it. I wouldn’t want to outshine anybody...”

The corner of your lips lifted when he gave you a playful wink but you didn’t know that he was forcefully trying to keep his gaze away from the hem of your dress riding higher up your thighs.

“Are you sayin’ that you would’ve looked better than me tonight?”

Satoru ponders the question, using this opportunity to succumb to his flirtatious state as he quickly glances over your feathery wings.

“I wouldn’t stand a chance against you, angel.”

You drew in a sharp inhale, your chest rising and falling quickly as he caught you by surprise with his statement. He knew his comment must have flustered you but he didn’t really care. You looked unbearably cute tonight, and deserved the compliment.

“I-I don’t think the odds would totally be in my favor…” you breathed softly while trying to regain your composure. “Not with the way half the of the room has been lookin’ at you tonight.”

Curiosity prompted Gojo to lift his brow, “And how would you know?”

“I always pay attention to how people look at you.”

“Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I mean, s’kind of hard not to notice when you look the way you do...”

“Oh, right, because I’m a six foot tall creep with white hair…

You roll your eyes, “you know that’s not the reason why...”

“Yeah, but it’s what you said! People must think I’m a freak or something…”

“That’s not what I meant though!” you argued back defensively, unamused by the cocky expression on Satoru’s face.

“Indulge me just this once and elaborate then...” he begged.

“I’m sure you have plenty of girls who tell you exactly what you wanna hear,” you replied and Satoru tried really hard not to analyze the strange way you phrased that sentence.

He tucked out his bottom lip and lowered his shades so you can see those blue eyes sparkle against the dim light.

“Is that what you really think of me?” he sulked.

“Yes.” you teased.

Satoru dramatically gasped, one hand reaching to clutch his shirt directly over where his heart is while the other covered his mouth.

“How...dare you...” he exclaimed, before launching his body forward and dropping his forehead onto your shoulder. “...you can’t just go around breaking people’s hearts like that!”

You giggled, “Satoru...”

“What have I done to deserve such cruelty?! Does my loyalty, my friendship, mean so little to you?!”

You pat him lightly on the back, but it only made him burrow his forehead into you even further.

“How will I recover from this insult?! How will I cope?! Don’t you know that I’m an international supermodel?! Don’t you know that my good looks is all I have to offer?!”

“Satoru, shhh!” you squeaked as his voice started to boom louder the more he got into the dramatization do his distress.

He was pretending to sob, and you couldn’t stop the rumble of laughter from escaping you because his hair was making you feel ticklish, and his warm breath was causing goosebumps to raise across your skin.

“How can you shame me for the things that make me who I am?! Oh, I’m so huuuurt....”

“Fine, Fine!” you yielded, reaching both hands to grab his shoulders as you pushed him off you. “I didn’t mean it! You’re the most handsome man that I’ve ever laid my eyes on. There, now can we cut the theatrics, please?”

Satoru’s face dropped to his usual expression, his tone shifting with ease as he balled one hand into a fist and placed it underneath his chin.

“The most handsome? Really?” he calmly egged on while pretending like nothing happened.

You dug your nails into his shoulders before letting another loose comment slip from your intoxicated lips.

“Yes, really. You’re so handsome, it actually infuriates me.”

Satoru’s mouth spread into a full grin and your eyes took in the sight of his pearly whites.

“I'm never going to let you live this down. You know that right?”

You furrowed your brows together and huffed, one hand sliding across his tee as you grabbed onto his collar.

“The likelihood that I’ll remember this tomorrow s’very slim...”

“Oh, I’ll be sure to remind you, do you worry about that...”

“You can’t!”

Satoru’s eyes widened and you were equally surprised from how stern you were with your reply.

You tightened your grip around his collar, swallowing hard before looking at him with pleading eyes.

“You can’t...” you murmured, “whatever is said tonight stays between us, it’s our secret...”

The sorcerer parted his lips caught somewhere between confusion and curiosity. He knew he was only joking, but the look of panic in your eyes was speaking volumes to him.

“It’s just a compliment...” he replied nonchalantly, “it’s not a big deal...”

“Just promise me, m’kay?” you begged, your free hand lifting up as you extended your pinky finger once more. “Please?”

Satoru searched for an answer in your eyes but was met with only more mystery. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying hard to ignore just how much closer you were to his body now.

He hooked his pinky finger around yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Nothing you say leaves this room, I promise.”

***

“What’s going on with you?”

Satoru was still holding your finger, your faces merely inches apart as he kept you grounded amidst the spinning bedroom.

The pent up frustration of the last two weeks began to crawl up your throat, with all your internal thoughts ready to pour out of you as you finally found an opening to ease all the worries that’s been stressing your mind. You didn’t even realize that your eyes were welling up, that Satoru’s caring gaze was enough to strike you the hardest while you were your most vulnerable.

You blinked back the tears, shaking your head as you murmured “nothing,” but your voice cracked which only made him disregard your lie.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

You nodded your head.

Satoru loosened his finger, his gaze falling as he watched you curl into your self when you folded your arms across your chest protectively.

“Things with Haru...have been weird...”

“Weird?”

“He’s been acting strange, and I-I...” you sought out your friend, his attentiveness making you comfortable enough to let out a groan of frustration. “...I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

Satoru’s expression remained the same, but you didn’t know that in the back of his mind he was starting to panic.

“He’s always working now, and every time I bring it up he tells me that he’s tryna to build for our future...” you vented. “I just-I feel like I’m a crazy person for wanting to spend time with him. I plan out dates which he forgets or cancels last minute, and whenever he’s home he barely wants to talk. He keeps tellin’ me that he’s "too tired”...I can’t help but feel...distant...”

You were wounded, and you bit your bottom lip as you looked down at your legs instead of Satoru’s eyes as if you were ashamed to admit the truth.

“I feel like I’m a thorn at his side. He’s been picking on everything I do...everything I say...” you confessed, “We...we got into an argument before the party. I don’t even think he’s coming tonight...”

“What happened?”

You sighed, “I answered his phone while he was in the shower. Some woman called him from work...when I told him about it, he got upset with me. He said I had no right answering his work calls...”

Satoru’s jaw twitched, but you were too distracted to notice.

“I told him it was an honest mistake, that I wouldn’t do it again but he shut me out after that...didn’t say a single word and left. I’ve been trying to message him, but he’s not answering me...”

“That fucking ass-...”

“No...s’my fault, ‘toru. He gets so anxious about this job, I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop,” your friend sternly interjected. “don’t make excuses for him. You don’t have to do that. Not with me at least...”

“I’m...I’m not...” you replied defensively. “I just-I’m tryna to make sense of it. I need to fix whatever’s wrong...”

“But why do you need to fix it?” Satoru countered. “He’s the one who should apologize to you...”

“I’m not being patient or understanding,” you explained, and your words were only making your friend’s blood boil.

“Just the fact that we are friends tells me that you’re patient and understanding,” Satoru declared. “You’re not telling me anything that justifies his behavior...”

“I dunno,” you mumbled as you covered your face with both your hands. “I just...don’t want this to escalate to a point of no return.”

“Would that really be so bad?”

You dropped your hands, lifting your eyes up to meet his as you were astonished by his bold question.

“People change,” Satoru explained with an even temper, “...and sometimes we hang onto just a version of who they are...”

“No, no...” you shook your head in denial, “No, that’s not what this is. We are just hitting a rough patch. I just need to see this through...”

Satoru pinched his lids together, your name leaving him in both disappointment and anguish.

“Look, there’s something you need to know...”

“Satoru, I can’t lose him.”

The white haired sorcerer looked at you in disbelief because your voice cracked not out of distress but fear.

“Haru...he fits into my life perfectly. My parents love him, my friends love him, and he’s...everything I’ve ever wanted, everything I’ve ever asked for…”

“So, you’re fighting for some perfect little dream at the expense of your own happiness?”

“I don’t want all these years to go to waste. If I lose him, then...then I’ll have to start all over again...”

“Do you really believe that he’s the only man capable of loving you?”

“S’not like there’s anybody else...”

“And if there was?”

An uncomfortable silence lingered between you both as Satoru’s question hung in the air. Neither of you had anything to say, but you were both staring intently at each other, while trying to read through the other person’s thoughts.

Your friend wasn't quite sure if he could find a reason behind his question, and instead exhaled as he nervously scratched the back of his head and leaving you to speak first.

“I...I think I need to lie down,” you murmured, “I’m feeling dizzy.”

Satoru felt the mattress dip underneath him as you crawled over to lay your head down on one of Rina’s pillows. You curled your arm underneath it, while you placed your other hand flat on top. You nuzzled into yourself, your eyes growing heavier as you started to blink them shut.

“I don’t want you to settle because it’s comfortable. I’m just trying to look out for you, that’s all...”

Your friend could hear you breathing softly but you gave him no response. Satoru reached for the straps of your wings but hesitated as he retracted his hands back. He didn’t want to disturb you and instead proceeded to stand up as he adjusted the covers to ensure you you were comfortably tucked in.

“Don’t go…” you mumbled, bringing your hand out to hold onto his wrist as you held him. “Please stay…”

When you finally drifted off to sleep, he exited the bedroom feeling exasperated.

There was an unfamiliar weight that burdened him as he considered your words - authentic words that you would have never allowed yourself to blurt out under regular circumstances.

The thought made him incredibly sad.

He couldn’t comprehend why you felt this urgency to sell him your fairy tale, and upon realizing that there were cracks that were fragmenting your relationship with Haru, the guilt was starting eat him up from the inside out.

If you were already having your doubts then there was no way for the truth to backfire.

Satoru still had a chance to make things right with you.

He concluded that you deserved the truth, already planning out the speech in his mind with every intention on seeing you tomorrow to revisit this delicate conversation.

He didn't have any reason to linger at the party any longer, and ignored the inquisitive stares from the people around him as her emerged onto the scene. The Flapper Girl approached him once more, hoping to get a second chance at him but he rejected her advances with the excuse of having to leave urgently.

He found Rina and thanked her for the invite, before saying a quick goodbye and informing her of your sudden disappearance.

He left the party with a swiftness while trying to comprehend this unfamiliar tightness in his chest, and gulped down a breath of the crisp autumn air as he stepped out onto the street.

***

(present)

“Haru is a chameleon,” Satoru explained, “He’s the kind of person who shows you exactly what you he wants you to see, without ever giving himself away in the process...”

You absorbed his words but your body was growing numb. You were still trying to wrap your mind around him confronting Haru in the elevator, while recalling the conversation you both exchanged the night of the Halloween party but it merely played back like a hazy dream in your mind.

“...I ran into Haru right after I left, and things got heated. I just-I couldn’t stand him lying to you anymore. Unfortunately, what I didn’t anticipate was for him to spread fowl lies to anyone who would listen...”

Satoru sighed, his fingers closing over your hands as he held you carefully before continuing to speak.

“Haru needed to save face and I was his scapegoat. He told Rina that we...that I...took advantage of the situation. He said that I was trying to manipulate you into breaking up with him, that it wasn’t the first time I tried to wedge myself between your relationship...everyone saw us go into that room together…it made for a very convincing story…”

“The argument?” you whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to piece together the puzzle of stories.

“I couldn’t figure out why Rina resented me so much after you ended things. She made it perfectly clear that she didn’t want me crossing that line with you, and I...I agreed that I would keep my hands to myself. That was until you showed up at my place with your proposal...”

Satoru felt you inch your hands further away, trying to slip out of his grasp and it hurt him to have to ease his grip.

“Rina had a close friendship with Haru. I don’t blame her for believing him so easily. She agreed that she shouldn’t have been so naive regarding his story, but then again...I don’t come off as the easiest guy to trust either...”

“Except...” you interrupted, your voice wavering when you sniffled and the sound made the sorcerer’s heart race as the blood rushed to his cheeks. “except I trusted you, Satoru.”

Your touch left his and you shook your head in disbelief.

“What...what happened after you left the party? What happened when you ran into Haru?”

Satoru’s face hardened, and he ran his thumbs across the pads of his other fingers as he adjusted to the vacancy without you holding him.

“Haru showed me his true colors,” he declared in a gravelly calm voice, “...only this time I had a reason to intervene...”

***

NEXT: CHAPTER 23 - HALLOWEEN (II) - this is still a world where jujutsu sorcerers exist right? - just a hint for what's to come ;)

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creepercraftguy · 2 years ago

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NAEGIRI WEEK Day 5 - Autumn

Help comes from an unexpected place when Kyoko struggles to pick out the right outfit for her and Makoto’s autumn time date.

@naegiriweek

Full Story below the cut. You can also find the story on my WattPad - https://www.wattpad.com/1290871841-naegiri-week-2022-creepercraftguy-day-5-autumn

(Also, I’m chuffed that Mod Capnii and I basically had the same idea)

"Ok...Sorry...you're gonna have to repeat it for me one more time because I'm just confused..." Toko Fukawa, the Ultimate Writing Prodigy stood in the middle of the school dorms hallway, staring up and down at Kyoko Kirigiri's figure in front of her, "so I'm just going to ask once more...Why are you covered in g-glitter?"

Toko's words were indeed true. Kyoko Kirigiri, the usually elegant straight-postured and maturely dressed detective looked very out of character. Instead of wearing her casual clothes or her uniform, she stood in the hallway, wearing shorts, a black crop-top and with glitter smothered in her hair.

Which was not a good look for her. Even someone scruffy like Toko couldn't help but point it out.

"If you must hear it again, I'll give you the quick version," Kyoko grumbled, clearly just as happy about her situation as you'd expect her to be, "I have a date with Makoto at the park in a bit. Sayaka dragged me up to her room an hour beforehand and invited all the other girls to "help" me pick a good outfit for it. As you can see, things went wrong, and they ended up doing the exact opposite of that."

"That still doesn't explain the glitter..." Toko snarked.

"Komaru thought the outfit Hina picked for me needed to be more sparkly, so she tried throwing a glitter bomb on it. That's why I'm like this..." Kyoko explained.

"K-Komaru's here too?" Toko asked.

"Yes, Sayaka invited her over." Kyoko said, "I thought she would come to see you. In fact, I'm surprised you weren't there."

"Psh! Yeah right!" Toko snapped, "what makes you think I would go to a dress-up party!? Like hell I'd want to help you with your stupid date! Wh-What, you think b-because I write r-r-romance novels I know wh-what the ideal d-date outfit is!? Is that it!?"

"Well...I did somewhat think that..." Kyoko admitted, "but I certainly didn't say anything of the sort...Apologies if I wasted your time Toko, but I have about 20 minutes left before I'm supposed to meet with Makoto-AH!?"

Kyoko started to walk past Toko, carrying her glitter soaked clothes, until the author suddenly grabbed her sleeve and pulled her away. Toko thrusted open the door to her room and practically chucked Kyoko inside.

"What the hell are you-UMPH!?" Kyoko snapped, but suddenly Toko threw something at her that hit her and smothered her face. Kyoko grabbed whatever it was that she had tossed and took a look at it. To her surprise, it was a flannel checkered-pattern dress, in pristine condition. Toko also reached into her wardrobe and pulled out some more clothing items. A pair of jeans, a shirt, a white undershirt and a black hat.

"M-My shower still works even is I don't use it," Toko pointed to it, "clean yourself up and put that on so I can fix you up some time BEFORE fucking tomorrow?"

"Toko..." Kyoko was touched by the act of kindness, but Toko still wasn't willing to accept it.

"D-Don't go getting all m-mushy on me!" she snapped, "i-if you hadn't b-brought up Komaru I wouldn't have bothered. If you're an e-embarrassment, her brothers an embarrassment, and if her brother's an embarrassment, K-Komaru herself is an embarrassment! She doesn't need to be more of an emb-barassm-ment than she already is!"

"Fine...in that case, I'll ask this." Kyoko placed the dress down neatly on the desk, "why is there a set of boys clothes with the exact same pattern here?"

"D-Don't you know?" Toko chuckled, "it's a thing c-corny c-couples like you guys do when they go on dates. Th-They wear m-matching clothes so that they c-can brag about th-their relationship to everyone without needing to s-say anything."

"Uh-huh..." Kyoko frowned, "so...you're saying that this getup won't be as effective on it's own until I convince Makoto to wear the other one?"

"Exactly!"

"And...why again do YOU have these clothes?"

"W-Well...it's...y'know, just in case!" Toko giggled, "imagine...Master Byakuya and I, wearing these...We'd attract looks and make everyone feel SO jealous HEHEHEHE!"

The very thought would no doubt irritate Byakuya beyond belief, but Kyoko kept that to herself considering Toko was going out of her way to lend her a hand. She instead looked at the matching pair of clothes and contemplated the situation.

To be honest, she was very torn on the idea. On one hand, the outfit Toko had picked was perfectly suited to the mid-autumn weather, and blended well with the orange afternoon skies and falling leaves of the park, so it was the ideal outfit. On the other hand, the idea of wearing matching outfits and standing out so much bothered Kyoko; plus there was no guarantee Makoto would be on board with the idea.

Still, it was worth a go.

"You know Toko, I think you're selling yourself short. You may think you don't know fashion or couple-related topics, but you're far more knowledgeable than you give yourself credit for," Kyoko smiled, "thanks for your help. Remind me to return the favor when you finally ask Komaru out on a date."

Toko made a noise that sounded very much like a sneeze, so Kyoko readied herself for Genocide Jill to come popping out. However, the "sneeze" was actually a splutter, and Toko glared at Kyoko with daggered eyes and a red face.

"D-DID YOU NOT JUST HEAR WHAT I SAID!? ABOUT ME AND BYAKUYA'S MAGICAL DATE!?" she shrieked, "m-me and OMARU!? I-I'm not-! We're not-!"

"Really? I thought for sure that you two were far too close to just be friends...guess I was wrong..." Kyoko raised an eyebrow.

"W-Well...yeah, we're close but...IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" Toko snapped.

"You got me a present...!?" Makoto's eyes sparkled, "ooh! What is it!?"

Even for someone as abrasive as Kyoko, the excitement of her boyfriend was far too contagious. Even so, when she finally came forward to Makoto, she still didn't feel certain that this plan was going to work.

"I'm warning you," she said, "it might not turn out to be as good as you're expecting...But..."

Kyoko knew Makoto would be confused when she approached him looking so underdressed, but Makoto's face lit up with a mix of both realization and excitement when she pulled out both his and her outfits from behind her back.

"Wow! What a cute outfit-W-Wait! Is this a pair look!?" he exclaimed, looking back and forth between the outfits and Kyoko's flustered face, his expression growing more nervy, "Oh~? Hm~? Interesting idea Kyoko~ Though I didn't know you were the type."

"W-Well, I'm not..." Kyoko blushed, "the girls gave me some advice earlier and...Toko decided to lend me this. I couldn't exactly turn her down. I was honestly beginning to think that you wouldn't like the idea..."

"Toko? Why does she have an outfit like this?" Makoto asked.

"She claimed it was for a date with Byakuya," Kyoko explained, "which, if we're both being frank, isn't going to happen. Are you sure you're alright with this plan? I thought you'd have picked out your own outfit by now."

"Even if I did, this outfit is a present from you," Makoto grinned, "I'm absolutely going to wear it over any of my regular boring clothes. I really want to match with you."

"Wow that's...great..." Kyoko forced a thumbs up, "I'm...happy that you're happy."

Kyoko wasn't trying to lie through her teeth. She was being genuine, but was trying so hard to contain her joy in seeing Makoto's pure, untainted smile.

"Ok then. Let's change into these and head on out." Makoto took his outfit before Kyoko could say anything and headed off to his room. Kyoko on the other hand, stayed in the dorms lobby.

Even if Makoto approved, she still wasn't totally alright with the whole matching outfits thing. Even though she liked Toko's style, said style didn't really fit her.

Unfortunately, the outfits all the other girls had picked for her worked even less. Especially the weird scene-girl outfit with the puffy coat Komaru had chosen...and the ballgown picked out by Celeste...the Kimono wear Sakura chose wasn't suitable either...and god-forbid the tacky outfit Mukuro had stitched together. Clearly she had a worse fashion sense-than every one of them combined, ironic considering she was the Ultimate Fashionista's twin sister. That said, Junko hadn't been much help either. The outfit she chose was far too revealing.

However, this wasn't the only issue. The thought of being a "corny couple" as Toko had ever-so kindly put it, wasn't exactly appealing. She thought about this for far too long, and eventually, Makoto came back.

She had to admit, the flannel shirt and jeans looked great on him. But Makoto himself looked confused and rather let down.

"You haven't changed yet?" he asked.

"Um...well..." Kyoko scratched her head "I'm sorry...I don't think this style really fits me, so...Do you mind if I wear my normal clothes instead?"

"What, like your uniform or something?" Makoto asked, his heart clearly sinking in his chest just from the change in his expression, "but doesn't that defeat the purpose of matching?"

"Well, I guess so, but the outfit does still look fine on you on it's own," Kyoko said, "it's just...matching is...Well, if I must be honest, it's rather embarrassing..."

Makoto's face was dour and depressed. He looked at the flannel dress with complete and total disappointment.

"E-Embarrassing..." he considered, "you know, I guess you're right...Sorry I got so excited Kyoko..."

Kyoko was a stern figure and was always prepared for the worst possible situations whenever and wherever. She had stared killers in the face and been trapped and kidnapped multiple times over the course of her career. Yet out of everything she'd been up against, the one thing that she could not possibly hope to defeat was the earnesty of the boy she loved.

Kyoko re-examined the outfit. Even though it was a hand-me-down from Toko, which she had practically forced upon her, Kyoko had still brought the outfit to Makoto. She had basically given him half of a whole, and if she didn't wear it, what would even be the point of showing him both outfits?

Besides, it's not like she had many other options.

"You know what? I'm sorry Makoto. I was just thinking too hard about it." she smiled.

"No, no, it's ok!" Makoto assured her, "you don't like it. You don't have to force yourself."

"No, I'm not forcing myself," Kyoko told him, "Toko may have been the one to lend me this outfit, but I gave it to you as a present because I wanted you to be happy...Even though I wasn't sure whether you would be..."

"Aw, Kyoko!" Makoto beamed again, "why didn't you just say that in the first place!?"

Kyoko obviously gave in. She took the outfit and hat back to her room, dressed in both, and then headed out to the park in matching outfits with her boyfriend, sandwiches and other picnic stuff along with them.

"Hey...isn't that...?"

"Those two are members of the 78th class! The Ultimate Detective and this year's Ultimate Lucky Student! Are they on a date!?"

"Dude! They're wearing matching outfits!"

"Y'know, I heard a rumor that they were dating, but I didn't think they were THIS crazy for each other."

"Damn...Didn't think Kirigiri-san was the type..."

It unfortunately became painfully obvious what both Kyoko and Makoto had totally overlooked by the time they actually headed out for their picnic. The park they decided to visit was relatively close to the school building. It was an optimal choice, not just because it was close, but because of how pretty it was at this time of year. The bold and homely colours of the autumn leaves and the golden afternoon sun that shone down on them made this the perfect setting for a romantic time alone together.

Is what WOULD have been the case if they were ACTUALLY alone together. Since they had chosen the time to be right after the end of the school day, a lot of other academy attendees, not just from the main course, but the reserve course as well, were also visiting the park, and recognizing the two on site in their matching outfits. They had even spotted a few people they recognized. Their senpai in Class 77, Chiaki Nanami had said hello to them, accompanied by her friend from the reserve course, Hajime Hinata. They'd even ran into fellow classmate, Kiyotaka Ishimaru, and barely managed to avoid him giving them a lecture on code of conduct and retaining public image, even outside of school grounds.

Toko wasn't kidding about the couple's outfit attracting attention, but this was more than Kyoko bargained for. To be honest, if it was a bunch of random passersby, she might not have minded so much, but the obvious chattering and whispering coming from the people who recognized them were so distinguishable, even Makoto started to look bothered by it.

"Hey, K-Kyoko...Would you like another sandwich?" Makoto handed her some more food.

"Y-Yes please..." she said, shifting awkwardly as she reached out her hand to take it. Makoto leaned in slightly when she did.

"You know, I see what you meant about this being embarrassing..." he lowered his voice, "it's difficult to relax and enjoy ourselves with so many people watching us."

"Tell me about it," Kyoko grumbled, "somehow even this sandwich tastes unusual...God forbid if we run into anyone from my Grandfather's agency here..."

"Knowing my luck, it'd be a miracle if that didn't happen," Makoto scratched his face, "we stand out way too much for our own good."

"Toko did kind of warn me about this, so shame on me for that one," Kyoko hushed, "although, I think the real issue is the dating spot. This place is lovely, but the couples look is embarrassing in such an easily-accessible place like this one."

"Well, I mean...yeah, I'm feeling a little self-conscious," Makoto smiled awkwardly, "but...you know what? It makes for a nice change. In more ways than one."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I'm not used to getting so much attention from people...Nor am I really used to going on dates in public like this...Especially not with someone as cool and as pretty as you~"

This sudden smooth move almost made Kyoko do a double take, but she retained her composure.

"When you put it like that, I suppose this is a new experience for me too," she smiled, "so long as you're happy, then I'm happy."

"You really mean that? Hehe...In that case~"

Without a word of warning, Makoto suddenly leaned in further and passionately kissed Kyoko on the lips. Her eyes widened, but in spite of the surprised and flustered glares of everyone around them, she didn't even feel the slightest compulsion to pull away.

"Woah! Look at them go!"

"Can't they see us standing here! These two are out of control!"

"So cute! I might have a new OTP!"

"Boyfriend and girlfriend? Nah dude, this is Husband and Wife shit going on right here!"

"Pah! Lousy show-offs! Rubbin' it in everyone's faces just because they happened to strike lucky!"

"Wh-What did you do that for?" Kyoko's lip trembled as Makoto pulled away.

"Tee-hee~ There was a bit of jam left on your lips," Makoto winked, "just getting it off for you~"

"Oh...I see..." Kyoko flushed, but then the realization dawned on her, causing her to frown at Makoto, "wait a minute...I haven't eaten any jam sandwiches...!"

"Hehe...I know..." he giggled cheekily, suddenly standing up and grabbing his wallet, "sit tight for a moment. I'm gonna go buy us some drinks."

Makoto walked off towards a drinks stand nearby, leaving Kyoko by herself with their picnic. Kyoko brushed her lips with her hand.

After a moment, she finally fully processed what had just happened. She double checked, but she indeed hadn't eaten any jam sandwiches since they'd arrived. If there was really nothing on her face, could only mean that Makoto had only kissed her so everyone else would see and be jealous?

"Psh...could he get any cuter?" Kyoko pulled her hat over her eyes and blushed profusely, "though...I wish he wouldn't just leave me alone in full view of everyone by myself..."

Not like the two of them side-by-side in matching outfits was any better. In fact, it was probably worse. But by now, Kyoko had more than accepted that for today, she was in the spotlight, and there was no going back.

Unbeknownst to either one of the Nae-Giri couple though, of all the people in the park who happened to be glancing towards them, they failed to notice the small group of people who were spying on them through binoculars. Curious about what was actually going down following their disastrous dress-up session, Komaru, Sayaka and Hina had decided to check in on the couple. By some unknown feat, Toko had also been dragged along to the park, though she certainly wasn't looking the same way as the others.

"OOOH! So bold!" Sayaka flushed as she saw Makoto kiss her.

"For real! There's so many people looking their way, but he's acting like no one in the world is watching!" Hina's eyes sparkled, "I'm proud of you Makoto! Didn't know you had it in ya'!"

"There's a lot of things about my brother that may surprise you," Komaru giggled, "but...I gotta say, not even I expected he would get them matching outfits to wear. They do look good though."

"Oh? Didn't you know?" Sayaka smiled, "I heard Toko leant Kyoko the outfits, and that she's the one who came up with the idea."

"Wait, for real!?" Hina exclaimed.

"Wh-What's YOUR problem...!?" Toko stammered, "I-I-I know that y-you probably think I'm a h-heartless wench of a w-woman, but I can be nice wh-when I want to be! Besides, i-if this moron hadn't covered Kyoko in g-glitter, I might not have b-bothered!"

"Eeehehe...Guilty as charged on that one..." Komaru chuckled nervously.

"B-By the way, s-speaking of heartless, it's p-pretty cruel of you t-to be spying on them like this. Keep going if you're getting a kick out of it, b-but I'm out of here."

Toko turned tail and began to leave, but Komaru suddenly rushed over and grabbed her arm.

"Toko, wait!"

"D-DAMMIT! What!?" she turned around and snapped. Komaru took hold of her hand and held it close, a huge grin on her face.

"I...I just wanted to say thanks a whole bunch for helping my brother and his girlfriend on their date. It was really cool of you!" she laughed, "who knew you were such a softy under all that awkward."

Toko stared at her, unable to tell whether the bright light that shone on her glasses was coming from the sun low in the sky, or from Komaru herself. Her face began to grow red, until she turned around and started stomping away.

"It's getting c-cold!" she snapped, "if I stay out here any longer I might sneeze!"

"H-Huh!? But...you look warm as toast! Toko, where are you going!?" Komaru called after her. As Toko rushed away, she cursed in her mind.

Damn those Naegi's and their contagious smiles...

#naegiri #naegiri week #naegiri week 2022 #kyoko kirigiri #makoto naegi #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #komaru naegi #toko fukawa #tokomaru

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johaerys-writes · 3 years ago

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged in recent memory by @noire-pandora @hexcore-juggler @inquisitoracorn @zuendwinkel, thank you so much! Always a treat to see what you've been working on <3

I've finally got around to working on the next chapter of A World With You, and I'm so excited for the Winter Palace! Especially for all the different ways everyone's freaking out about it, lol. So have some Dorian doing what he does best: causing a scene 😌

Dorian’s jaw fell slack. His ears buzzed with white noise, and he had to blink a few times to make sure he wasn’t caught in some horrific nightmare. “Excuse me, Madame de Fer,” he said, “could you repeat what you just said, if you don’t mind?”

“Which part, darling?”

“The part where 'we won’t be choosing our own outfits.' I think my ears may have deceived me.”

“Haven’t you heard?” Vivienne tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, watching every shift in his expression with increasing interest. “Every Inquisition member attending the Masquerade will be required to wear a uniform. The exact same uniform. Even the buttons will be identical, from what I’ve been told.”

“The— what?” Dorian let the armful of books he was holding fall on Varric’s desk with a clatter. Varric’s pen rattled in its fountain when the whole desk shook with the force of it, and the dwarf jolted from his seat to hold it in place before it toppled over. The throngs of visiting nobles closest to them abruptly stopped their conversations to gawk at them, but Dorian couldn’t exactly bring himself to care right then.

“Vivienne, my dear,” he said tightly, “if you’re joking, this is the time to say it.”

“Oh, I’m being perfectly serious.” The edges of Vivienne’s full lips curled in a knowing smirk as she folded her arms before her with practised leisure. “I’m surprised you didn’t know of it, Dorian. Seeing as you spend so much of your time in the Inquisitor’s company. Didn’t he tell you?”

Dorian gnashed his teeth. “No,” he growled under his breath, “he did not.” For which Dorian would absolutely be murdering him in a minute from now. Uniforms? Uniforms? Dorian hadn’t worn a uniform since he was in the Order of Argent, and he’d been forced to wear that stiff, scratchy, black and white monstrosity they’d given them back then. He would be lying if that wasn’t one of the reasons he had run away in the first place— Dorian wouldn’t be caught dead wearing something that hideous. And now to be told that he’d be wearing such a thing to the party of the year? Oh, Dorian had some choice words for whoever came up with the idea, and they weren’t at all pleasant.

Tagging forth to: @in-arlathan @elveny @mogwaei @pikapeppa @serial-chillr @faerieavalon @pinkfadespirit @dafan7711 @tessa1972 @aymayzing @tevivinter @juliafied and anyone else who'd like to share their work!

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lovelybarnes · 4 years ago

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home- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, alcohol mentions and drinking, the use of my own headcanon that bucky gets very clingy when he finds someone he trusts and loves

about: (requested!) prompt 21: person a tugging on person b’s shirt

bucky has been a lot clingier than usual. you suppose it’s your fault, you have dragged him everywhere with you since you met him- although that was to help bring him out of his shell and get him to actually go outside. you’re not sure if your efforts have backfired, as he’ll be trudging behind you like a lovestruck puppy wherever you go, no matter if it’s around the compound or in the small boutiques you frequent. you convince yourself they didn’t, since his days aren’t spent locked in his room, which you consider a win.

a knock you identify as natasha’s interrupts your mutters about an entrance you hadn’t seen before, natasha’s voice cutting through the peaceful silence. “i swear i saw you in that exact same place like five hours ago,” she states, leaning against your door frame as you shrug, not looking up. “you should take a break, the plan you made yesterday is great.”

you’re going over mission plans in your room, trying to figure out the best way to infiltrate the very last hydra base and succeed in cutting off the last of the organization’s heads. bucky is sleeping, his head on your lap. the hand that isn’t skimming the lines on the blueprint is combing through bucky’s hair, calming him down and chasing away his nightmares. once in a while, you coo inattentively when he begins to stir, not wanting him to wake up.

you had been away for two days, during which he got a grand total of three hours of sleep, the rest of his attempts driven away by nightmares. you calm him down, he says, so he’s slept in your room with you ever since you got back. it’s a strange sight seeing the former winter soldier, over two hundred pounds and six feet tall, resting bitch face pressed on the skin of your legs.

“there are always possible ways to fail, i need it to be foolproof,” you respond distractedly. natasha rolls her eyes and raises her hand, holding a pair of black heels between her fingers. “we’re all going out in half an hour,” she instructs, and you furrow your brows, staring at the intimidatingly tall shoes, “what? we are?” natasha hums, raising an eyebrow at bucky, “i haven’t been able to spend any time with you since you got back, besides, you need to have fun for a few hours.”

“i am having fun,” you lie. and natasha, unsurprisingly, sees right through it, shaking the heels and letting you know you have thirty minutes. you sigh, pushing the plans away and stretching, already planning to wear something casual, even though wanda will probably have a fit about it and point out the new dresses you have stored in your closet.

“you do deserve a break,” bucky points out from your thighs, and you look down at him, not realizing he was awake. shrugging, you agree, “i guess you’re right.”

bucky hums in reply, sitting up and looking over the blueprints you just set down. “i also guess i have to get ready, then,” you say, pressing a kiss to bucky’s cheek before going to your closet and taking out what you want.

bucky isn’t in your room when you walk out of the bathroom, light makeup applied (an illusion because you have no idea how to do it), jeans and a loose shirt that you somehow make refined, and heels that you bought months ago with no real occasion in mind. you hope the heels pull the outfit together and get you the wanda seal of approval, avoiding getting sent back to your room and having the woman make a mess of your closet to find something else.

you check yourself out in the mirror one final time, squinting at yourself. “you look amazing, doll,” bucky compliments, coming in through your door to stare at you and kiss your shoulder. you look back at him, appreciating how he looks, stunning as always. “you don’t look so bad yourself,” you reply cheesily, admiring the smile that adorns his face when the words leave your mouth.

it appears you and bucky are the last to be ready, seeing how everyone other than sam, steve, and nat were already on their way to wherever it was you were going. “whoo,” sam whistles, and you twirl when nat claps and asks you to. “you look hot,” she comments, and you do a proud little bow, “i can clean up when i want to.”

“and this will be worth it. we are staying out late like we used to,” natasha declares. you grin, “hopefully i don’t fall asleep. missions are tiring. especially when you finish them that quick.”

“ah yes, we are celebrating the new record y/n set!” steve reminds, and you tilt your head in smug satisfaction. “oh yes, i did beat nat, didn’t i?”

shooting the russian redhead a faux complacent look as she smiles, “enjoy it while it lasts,” she replies simply, and you nod, “i absolutely will. i know there’ll be a new one by next week.”

you manage to drink half of your weight in liquor by the second hour you’re at the new bar, chatting with wanda over her and vision’s relationship while sam flirts with someone next to you. bucky is surprisingly invested in the conversation, pointing out how happy vision has been- as much as he’s noticed, he’s still getting used to vision being a synthezoid- which makes wanda blush and smile wider. you can tell his social battery is running out, though, and you can’t blame him, exhausting your own with how many times you’ve rejected guys and held useless conversations with both the avengers and random people you bump into.

natasha has managed to get you into the dance floor, and you manage to have fun, even through the tiredness that hasn’t stopped coursing throughout your veins and smell of sweat and sex. you’ve sweated out the alcohol in your system, sitting next to your boyfriend while you’re telling steve what you saw the other day. sam is listening along, head tilting back in laughter when you inform him that tony wears captain america underwear. how you found that out, you prefer not repeating.

bucky doesn’t add on to conversations anymore, instead listening silently and driving away any men that dare to bother you with a threatening glare. it isn’t needed, but appreciated regardless.

which each hour that passes, you can see less of the avengers and more of the sun’s yellow, your body planted in your seat, listening to the others’ conversations. you’ve bitten back enough yawns to know your night is ending, your shorter answers only reassuring you.

you’re nodding along to one of tony’s stories when you feel a tug on your shirt, not needing to turn to figure out who it is, but you do anyways.

“can we go home?” bucky asks, weariness clear in the bags under his eyes as you nod, tangling your fingers with his vibranium ones. you bid everyone goodbye, bucky lingering behind you, his own farewells a silent nod of his head if any.

you nearly fall asleep next to him in the car, and he swears it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen.

he’s waiting for you on your bed as you get ready for bed, walking out and ruffling his hair when you see how he’s sprawled out. “come to bed, y/n,” he pleads when you begin to walk away again, his fingers pulling at your-his, really- shirt. “i’m almost done,” you promise, fulfilling it when you come back not a minute later.

he wraps you in his arms and is out like a light, dreams of you replacing the nightmares he’s had, and he vows he’ll never let you go.

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Burn The Witch 4 - Making Believe [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: A lot can happen in a coffee shop.

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Considering all the missions your superiors had sent you, this wasn’t the first one to make you end up with a gunshot wound, but it was the first one that you were assigned to seduce the target and ended up with a gunshot wound as a first impression.

Now that you had met Bucky, the next step would be easier. You just hoped he wouldn’t suspect something was up like General kept warning you about, so you had to make sure to memorize every single detail of your cover story.

Instead of being a trained assassin, you were now working in a milkshake shop.

Instead of having lived there your whole life, you were now clueless about the city since you had recently moved there.

Instead of liking horror movies, you now loved rom-coms.

New identity, new apartment, new car, new everything. It was as if the real you had never existed, but none of that was your biggest issue right now.

It was your new uniform for the milkshake shop.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered to yourself, looking in the mirror before fixing your skirt. Even after a week, you still weren’t used to wearing it, the uniform was some sort of a retro diner waitress costume with red and white stripes, cinched waist and a white apron over the short skirt. “I’m going to kill whoever picked this after I’m done with the mission.”

“Y/N?” Chloe called out from the living room, “Come on, we need to go over everything for today.”

You ran a hand over your face and walked to the living room to find your two best friends sprawling on the couch. Keith let out a laugh as soon as he saw you in that outfit, but managed to hide it by pressing his fist on his lips while Chloe kicked at his boot.

“I didn’t say anything!” He held up his hands, “Will you break my phone again if I take a picture?”

“Yeah,” you pointed at him, “I will, so don’t even.”

“We need to go over the plan,” Chloe said, “Today is the day you accidentally run into Barnes, he’ll be at that coffee shop.”

“How do you know where he will be?”

Chloe scoffed, “Hello? I’m a genius hacker?”

Keith sat up straighter, turning the pages of your file.

“Okay so,” he said, “You guys will probably make some small talk, let’s have some practice. Pretend I’m Bucky, how will you talk about yourself?”

“We don’t need to practice it, it’s not my first rodeo,” you reminded him “I got this.”

“Y/N, no offense but he isn’t some clueless civilian okay? The guy was going after targets before you or your parents were born for that matter. The tiniest mistake could tip him off.”

“He has a point.”

“Fine,” you sighed, fixing your nametag, “Let’s practice then.”

Keith took a deep breath and cleared his throat, “Look at that, we ran into each other again.”

You frowned at his deep voice, “Bucky doesn’t sound like one of those robots in the Terminator, Keith.”

“I’m in the zone, just go with it,” he said as offered you his hand, and you shook it.

“Yeah, hi again.”

“I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“Oh that’s normal, I just moved here. A month ago.”

“You just moved here?” he repeated “Really? Did you get used to the city yet?”

“A little.”

“I bet your family misses you.”

“Not really, I grew up with my grandmother. She passed away last year.”

“Any siblings?”

“No.”

Keith raised his brows, “Can you be less specific?”

“Keith—“

“You’re not acting like a civilian right now, you’re acting like a spy who has been forced to socialize and he will see right through that,” he told you. “You have to give him more details, civilians talk about themselves a lot.”

“It’s true,” Chloe said, “Once I was in this speed dating thing and just- don’t ask. They don’t stop talking about themselves.”

Keith pursed his lips only for a moment, stealing a look at Chloe before turning to you,

“Let’s try again. Any siblings?”

You rolled your eyes, “Unfortunately not. I’m an only child but when I was a kid, I kept begging my parents for a sister. My mom asked me what would happen if I got a brother, apparently I went like “but mommy, you can give him back then!””

“There we go, embarrassing childhood memories,” Keith grinned, “Good idea.”

You checked your wristwatch, “I gotta run,” you said, “You guys can see yourselves out.”

“I was actually hoping I could stay a little more,” Chloe said, “To make this place look a bit more appropriate. I suppose you’ll bring him here at some point?”

You pulled your brows together, looking around. “Yeah, so? There’s a bedroom.”

“Ever the romantic, this one,” Keith said and Chloe shook her head,

“Y/N, he needs to see something personal otherwise he might get suspicious.”

You pursed your lips, deep in thought, “You mean like sex toys?”

“Oh Jesus…”

“Contrary to popular belief, when people say they want to see something personal, they don’t refer to sex toys.” Keith stated helpfully, “That being said, we’re all screwed if you end up falling for a civilian, you have no idea how to act like one.”

“I meant personal as in stuff to make your place look more homely,” Chloe explained, “Things from your cover’s past that show him we didn’t fabricate this whole identity.”

“Even if we did,” Keith mumbled under his breath and she nodded.

“Even if we did. He needs to see something personal when he comes here, like…” she motioned at the walls, “Like your childhood pictures or your art projects from when you were seventeen.”

“I was learning how to use a pencil as a knife when I was seventeen, Chloe.”

“Exactly. Just let me handle it, I’ve been watching so many makeover shows lately.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Knock yourself out,” you said, “I have milkshakes to fill, see you guys later.”

“Go get him tiger!”

“You got this!” Chloe called out as you walked to the door, “Just be confident and your milkshake will bring all the ex-assassins to the yard!”

You let out a small laugh, then closed the door behind you before throwing your shoulders back and going down the stairs.

***

Approaching the target as your training taught you had to have certain steps. You couldn’t just implant yourself in their life, you had to wait until they thought it was their choice to include you in their lives. Sometimes it took more time than you had patience for, but in the end it was worth it.

Seeing that Bucky Barnes was no civilian, every single step had to be checked twice.

Well the uniform would help the mission, at least a little.

A distracted target was a good target.

You lowered the binoculars before pushing them into your purse and fixing the apron wrapped around your waist. Bucky was sitting with Sam at the coffee shop and they seemed to be in a deep discussion, not even aware of what was going on around them. You took a deep breath and approached the door before you pushed it, then slowly made your way to the barista.

“Hi, can I get a cappuccino please? Small.” You smiled at her and went to the counter on the right to wait for your order. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Sam looking at you with a frown before saying something to Bucky, nodding in your direction. You kept your eyes on the counter, rocking back and forth on the balls of your feet before you scratched around the tape of the bandage over the bullet wound absentmindedly.

Come on…. you thought Come on, approach me already, just come here….

“Here you go, miss.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the cup off the counter before you started pouring sugar into it just to stall, and finally heard someone clear their throat behind you.

Bingo.

You looked over your shoulder and turned around, your jaw dropping.

“Come on,” you let out a giggle, “Is this real?”

Bucky smiled slightly and pursed his lips together as if he wasn’t familiar with the gesture, “Uh…hi.”

“Hi!” you said, your voice way too high pitched for a moment, “Wow. We meet again, my hero.”

His smile widened and he rubbed the back of his neck, “How’s your arm?”

“Healing,” you ran a finger over the tape of the bandage, “I didn’t die, that’s something. But the doctor said that was the worst bullet wound he had ever seen in his life.”

Bucky frowned, “Wait, really?”

“No, I’m just trying to look badass,” you admitted, making him chuckle, “They didn’t even think it needed stitches.”

“Ah,” he said and motioned at your uniform, “So you’re a…?”

You scrunched up your nose in what you hoped to be a cute manner and shot him an abashed look, “I know. I thought the exact same thing when I first saw myself in it.”

“I doubt that,” he mumbled more to himself and you tilted your head, batting your lashes.

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” he said quickly, “So the uniform?”

“I work at this milkshake shop just around the corner,” you said, “Apparently retro shops are popular nowadays. It’s supposed to look like this pin up style— can you tell me what’s wrong with the dress so that I can tell the owner what a ridiculous idea it is?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again, looking you up and down, “I don’t- it’s-“ he stammered “You know, it was such a long time ago. I think it looks perfectly fine.”

“Does it?”

“Absolutely.”

You grinned at him, “Well in any case, you should drop by sometime. Milkshakes are better than the uniform, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, “Yeah! I would’ve invited you sooner but by the time I was done at the hospital you had already left, and they also told me you paid for the whole thing and the taxi, so…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waved a hand, “It’s nothing.”

You bit down on your lip, “If you don’t mind me asking,” you said softly, “Why did you leave in a hurry? I mean obviously you didn’t have to stay, I’m sure you’re very busy and—“

“No no, it’s nothing like that,” Bucky cut you off, “I just didn’t want you to think you owed me anything, that’s all.”

“Huh,” you clicked your tongue, “I see. I was wondering what the catch was, didn’t have to wait that long. That’s good to know.”

He raised his brows, amused for some reason, “What’s the catch?”

“You’re too much of a gentleman.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Not really,” you taunted him “Just unfamiliar.”

His gaze lingered on you as you took a sip of your coffee, keeping your eyes on him.

“I hope you got home safe though,” he said after a beat and you thought for a moment.

“I did, and now I know to stay away from dark alleys in New York,” you said, “Lesson learned I’d say.”

“You’re not from around here?”

“I- no, I actually moved here just a month ago,” you said, “I grew up in a small town, we didn’t really have robbers or anything. And I managed to get mugged within the first thirty days in a big city. A true New York experience, I feel like I belong here already.”

“Your folks must be losing their minds if you attract trouble that fast in the city.”

“No one is losing their minds, it’s just me,” you said and when you saw his quizzical glances, you felt the need to explain. “I grew up with my grandma and I lost her a year ago, so…”

“I’m sorry.”

“Ah it’s okay,” you said, “She wouldn’t want me to live in sadness, she told me that herself. You can’t focus on what ifs, you know? We just decide what to do with the time left for us and that’s it. Past would drive all of us crazy otherwise.”

He looked almost surprised at your take on loss and when you saw the soft light in his eyes, you knew you had just hit jackpot.

“You’re a glass half full kind of person, huh?”

Nope, I’m more of a “use the glass as a weapon” kind of person.

“Yeah,” you said, “There are enough pessimists in the world, and they don’t need me within their ranks. No one really did anything nice by thinking the worst anyways.”

“Oh you were definitely not raised here.”

Your jaw dropped, “You know what Mr. Barnes, I’d take that as an offense but lucky for you, you saved me the other day, so I’ll let that slide.”

“Mm hm,” He looked like he was struggling with himself not to laugh, “Lucky me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him playfully, then checked your wristwatch.

“I should probably go, my boss cares a lot about punctuality,” you said, “But is it okay if I gave you my number?”

He stared at you for a couple of seconds as if he couldn’t believe you.

“Wait- really?”

“I mean I was going to wait until you asked me, but apparently you’re too much of a gentleman,” you joked as he hastily grabbed his phone from his pocket and handed it to you. You typed in your number, then saved it.

Y/N (The Milkshake Girl)

Bucky tilted his head, his brows furrowed, “What, you didn’t think I’d recognize your name?”

“Well it’s better to be safe than sorry,” you joked, “Besides you should really come by sometime. We have the best chocolate milkshakes. It’s on the house.”

He smiled, “I will.”

You took a step, then held your breath and turned around as if you had just remembered something.

As if it wasn’t all practiced.

“But not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays,” you said, “I volunteer at the soup kitchen then.”

That light in his eyes was almost gentle, as if he was worried he could hurt you just by looking at you, but couldn’t stop himself from doing so.

“I’ll see you not after 4 on Mondays and Wednesdays then,” he said and you giggled, then turned around and walked to the door. Sam was watching you with a small, proud grin on his lips so you waved at him and left the coffee shop, still holding the warm cup tightly in your hand.

As soon as you were sure you were out of their sight, you dropped the smile, exhaled a relaxed breathe and grabbed your phone to touch the contact on the screen.

“I’m sorry, our delivery service is down right now,” the voice said and you scratched around the tape on your arm before telling her the code;

“That’s okay, I can wait until the rain stops.”

There was a click on the other line and soon enough you heard the assistant’s voice.

“Hello?”

“This is Shrike, put me through the General.”

“Of course, a second please,” she said and you tossed the cup into the garbage can, then General’s voice reached you.

“Shrike?”

“Sir, I just called to inform you that I’ve contacted the target for the second time,” you said, “Everything is going according to plan, my report will be on your desk by tonight.”

“He didn’t suspect anything?”

“No sir.”

“Okay,” he said, “Don’t move too fast, alright? We don’t want to spook him.”

“Of course.”

“And Shrike?” he said, “Good job.”

A smile lit up your face, “Thank you sir,” you said and hung up, closing your eyes and leaning back to the wall.

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself, “You got this, he’s just another target. Let the games begin.”

Chapter 5

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willowbleedsonpaper · 4 years ago

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Winter In The Shade VI

Part VI

Sirius Black x Ravenclaw Reader

W.C. : 2492

Requested by @amourtentiaa : It is Sirius’ fifth year at Hogwarts, the same year he ran away from home and to the Potter’s. Soon, he discovers the unfamiliar sight of his brother Regulus smiling and looking truly happy, next to him a Ravenclaw girl who immediately captures his interest. What will happen when the Black family gets involved in their sons lives and the ones they hold close to their hearts?

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn't proof read so I apologize for any mistakes.

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The distant chatter in the common room was nothing but a melody that accompanied your soft humming, moving around the room as you got ready. You found yourself alone in your dorm, your roommates long gone by then. You danced around your bed, your feet softly moving to the rhythm or the song stuck in your head as you laid your outfit for the night over the bed, a smile appearing on your face with an approving look. It wasn’t nothing that would make you stand out, but by no means it was something you would wear on a normal day around the Castle. You put it on gently, walking to the mirror as your smile brightened, you looked beautiful. Something you felt confident in, comfortable to wear for the night. You fell to the chair in front of the mirror, getting the silver necklace that would finish off the look for the night.

One more look at your reflection and you stood, standing straight “You’ll have fun.” you said to yourself through the reflection “You’ll have fun and make memories.” Your smile fell, the knot in your stomach tightening as you said. “You’ll find Sirius, dance and forget all this ever happened.” But did you truly want to forget?

You couldn’t deny that Sirius’ request had filled you with excitement when you forced yourself to stop pretending you were upset. You weren’t upset in the slightest, quite the opposite, actually. You were angry at yourself for feeling the way you did, for liking the interactions with Sirius even after you had asked him to stop. You had rolled your eyes when he flashed you with smiles from across the hall, glared at him when he sent dangerous winks in your direction while standing next to Regulus, you had turned on him and walked away when he crossed your path and even yanked your hand from your side as he brushed his hand against yours while walking through the halls. But there was no denying the butterflies waking up in your stomach when he smiled at you, the skip in your heart beat when you found him looking at you or the way your hand wanted to reach for the warmth of his. You were a confusing mess filled with guilt, what kind of friend will that make you?

You shook the thought from your head, looking at you one last time in the mirror before you left for the stairs of your common room. This is exactly why you’re doing this, you reminded yourself, you’re being a good friend. You repeated in your head as you descended to the common room, stopping in your steps “Reg?” you asked with a laugh, your voice high as he turned at the sound of your voice “What are you doing here?” you asked, hoping he didn’t see your mind crashing inside your head.

“I thought I’ll come here and walk you to the party like a proper date.” he said, standing from the chair “Memories, remember?” he said, his features completely relaxed.

He wasn’t supposed to be there.

You smiled at him “You didn’t have to.” you said, awkwardly placing your hands over his shoulders “You had something to do, didn’t you?” you reminded him “A class or something.”

He shook his head, the corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly “ I’ll have time for that later, I only have today with you.”

You tilted your head, looking up at him with a soft smile “Oh, Regulus.” you whispered, lowering your hands as you wrapped your arms around his waist, his arms instantly holding you against him “You really didn’t have to.” you muttered.

“I think my best friend is more important than my tasks.” he said.

You frowned “Tasks?” you asked, moving to look back at him.

“Nothing important,” he told you “Shall we?” he moved to offer you his arm, one you gladly took as he led you outside. Walking in silence for a couple of minutes before you turned to him “Who let you inside my common room?” you asked, squinting at him.

He raised his eyebrows with a shrug “Myself,” he said simply “Answering a riddle, really? No wonder everyone is in and out of that common room.”

“Regulus!” you said with a squeal “Not everyone can answer those. It takes skill.”

He scoffed, both of you standing at the doors of the Great Hall, his eyes lowering to look at you “It takes a brain and common sense.” he replied, glancing between you and the party inside; a smile drawing itself over his lips as he watched the glint in your eyes, the excitement shining through. “Ready?” he asked, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

You turned to him, the glistening in your eyes never faltering as your smile only grew, reaching your eyes “Let’s make memories, Reg.”

*******

“Would you calm down?” said James, his body leaning against one of the pillars of the Great hall, his hand lazily holding a drink as he took a sip from it, his eyes looking over the cup and towards Sirius and his incessant pacing “Y/N doesn’t struck me as one to promise things lightly.” he said, Sirius soft scoff making him roll his eyes with a smile “She’ll show up.”

James patted Sirius on the back, the motion breaking Sirius’ gaze from the entrance, a scoff leaving his lips as he let the weight of his body fall against the wall “You don’t know that.” he said, fingers fidgeting with the rings carefully placed on his fingers “What am I doing, Prongs?” he asked, a look of disbelief taking over his grey orbs.

James laughed, throwing his head back in the air as he went to stand next to Sirius “Quoting the same words you told me years ago,” he said, placing a hand on Sirius’ shoulder as “You are screwed.” he said, repeating the same words Sirius once told James when he first starting liking certain redhead girl.

Sirius covered his face, his words muffled by his hands “Save me.” he cried playfully, the laughs of the two best friends only increasing in the corner of the Great Hall they had taken for themselves.

“Nah.” said James with a bright smile “I don’t think I’ve seen you this happy in a while. Better take advantage of it.”

Sirius bit his lower lip, shaking his head as he let out a breathy laugh. The words he had on his lips dying right there with the commotion of Peter running straight to them, Remus standing by the door making wide signs with his arms to gather Sirius’s attention.

“She 's here.” Peter breathed out, doubling over himself as he rested both hands over his knees, trying to his breathing back. James took hold of his friend's arm, leading him to the side “You ran all over the Castle, didn't you…” But James’ voice faded in the distance, as everything that surrounded Sirius once he saw you entering the Great Hall.

You took slow steps towards the party, your gaze staying on the ceiling since the first moment you crossed the big wooden doors. Even with great distance separating the two of you he could see the way your eyes shone with excitement, your smile the brightest he had ever seen on your face, he made sure to save that exact picture of you in his head. Always bright, always you.

It wasn’t until you broke out of your trance that he turned to the person walking with you, to the person whose arm you clutched to like your life depended on it. He had forgotten, you had a date. It didn’t surprise him when his eyes found the face of his brother looking at you with that smile that seemed so unknown to him, so distant. Your face remained the same, an almost childlike excitement to your features as you started to point out things, letting go of his arm to take both Regulus’ hands in yours, making small movements in the air to the rhythm of the music.

He expected his brother to shake his head, let your hands fall from the air and cross his arms, only to hear the small chuckle that left his chest, his hand motioning to you to lead the way as you jumped slightly in your place.

As you turned your body, your eyes caught sight of the older Black sibling, your features falling into softer ones while taking a firm hold of Regulus hand, a smile was drawn over your lips, one only Sirius could see as you walked an disappeared into the crowd

“What are you doing?” Remus snapped his fingers in front of Sirius, his face turning with a haze in his eyes “You were supposed to do something!” said Remus, his hands pointing wildly to the spot you stood a fraction of a second before.

Sirius nodded his head slowly, his eyes focusing on his friend “The party had just begun, Moony.” he said confidently “The night’s still young.”

*******

You led Regulus through the crowd, your feet moving to the rhythm of the music as you reached a more secluded place. It still had some students there enjoying the party but it was nothing like the main Hall where all the crowd was gathered.

“You promised me something long ago.” you said, lowering your head to meet his eyes.

“Did I?” he asked playfully, but still you could see the gears inside his head working to remember what he had promised, his silence a confirmation he had reached to nothing.

“You promised you would teach me how to dance.” you said.

His eyes opened wide, turning back to the ongoing party “You want me to show you how to dance right now?” He asked “During the party?”

“Yes!”

He took one hesitant look back at the party, the safe place where you two stood now almost making him refuse your request but one look at you it’s all it took for him to give in.

He offered his hand and you took it with a squeal, making him chuckle “It’s not even the right music, you know?”

“Does it matter?” you asked him.

A grin was plastered on his face, placing himself in front of you “It has never stopped me before.”

You smiled up at him, placing one hand over his shoulder as he took your free hand, his other hand firmly placed over your waist. “Ready?” he asked.

“Ready.” you said with a nod.

To say you learned how to dance would be a complete lie. He spent probably five minutes teaching how to dance before you both got distracted. In the end you ended up dancing to however your body felt the music, swinging your arms together in the air as he made you twirl, most of the time making you a dizzy chuckling mess. The Great Hall was left behind at some point, leaving the party and the crowd to be on its own as you and Regulus escaped to your own world. Laughter and quick footsteps echoed through the halls of Hogwarts, running as you chased each other around until you both could no longer breath properly.

Your bodies rested against the cold stone walls, letting it fall to the floor with your chest heaving at a rapid pace.

“That was fun.” Regulus said.

You chuckled, turning to him with a smile that in no way could compare to the one he had on his own face. He had his head thrown back, resting comfortably against the wall, he had his eyes closed and a smile adorning his lips. He looked peaceful.

“It was.” you whispered.

“Regulus.”

You snapped your eyes up, meeting a bored look in the boy in front of you He never stopped to acknowledge your presence, his eyes lingering on your friend as he jumped to his feet. You copied his movements, but he moved to stand in front of you, covering your body with his.

“Severus.” Regulus said back, his calm voice a contradiction to his reaction.

The boy paid you no mind, blinking slowly at Regulus “We’ve been looking for you.” he said, his voice low. “We didn’t see you tonight.”

“I was busy.” Regulus said with no further explanation. You tried to move away from behind his body, his arm stopping you before you could move.

Severus glanced at you briefly, his face remaining the same “I can see that,” he said “Still, I will advise you to sort out your priorities.”

Regulus face turned, his fists clenched at his sides “They’re sorted out, I can assure you.” he said through gritted teeth.

Again, you tried to move out from the small space Regulus had you in, looking over his shoulder to see Severus turned and walk away, not once looking back.

“What in Merlin’s name was that?” you asked in disbelief, letting out the breath you had been holding as you turned to meet Regulus’ gaze “Reg?” you asked when he stared into the distance, his eyes following the path Severus went.

“Nothing.” he said, putting on a smile.

“What was that?” you asked again, your eyes filled with worry.

“They were helping me before, nothing important.”

You turned, blinking rapidly at him “Not important?” you asked with a string of voice “He seemed ready to drag you with him.”

“He did.” he muttered, looking back “Y/N, do you think... “ he said, his words trailing off as you tilted your head, getting what he was asking.

“Oh,” you said, watching as he scrunched his eyebrows in worry “No, it’s fine. You go. It’s already late, I should go to bed anyway.” you smiled at him, a reassuring look on your face.

“Are you sure?” he asked again “I can walk you to your dorm…”

“No!” you said, your smile tightening as his frown deepened “I can go there myself. You should go before they send someone scarier.” you laughed.

He took your hand and gave it a squeeze “I’ll see you tomorrow before I leave, alright?”

You nodded, holding onto his hand as he started to walk away, his face turning back to you “Thank you for tonight, Reg.” you said, pulling his body to you as you hugged him.

His arms snaked around you, holding you close to him as he placed a soft kiss at the crown of your head “See you tomorrow.” he whispered.

Your hand stretched holding onto his until the distance made your hand fall, your eyes following him before he disappeared in the distance. You stood there for a couple of minutes, your mind racing over the last couple of minutes and the heaviness that had settled on your heart. You shook your head of all the worry, taking a deep breath before you turned back, starting your way back to the Great Hall.

You owed Sirius a dance.

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bardkin · 2 years ago

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something about outfits, uniforms, & clothes in cartoons

inspired by a post about repeat outfits. [this whole “never repeat outfits” shit is not working for me. i get attached to one oversized sweater and that’s all you’ll see me in for a week.]

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when it comes to cartoons, & animated series in general, each character, no matter how much screen time, has a distinct design, shape, and (usually / if they’re humanoid) outfit, that remains consistent between episodes. this uniformity is of course for recognizability & is intended to be for consistent animation. design details can get switched up from time to time, but the level of how much is added or taken, & for how long, depends largely on the plot and tone of that episode. drastic and/or permanent changes constitute a significant shift in a character’s arc. bottom line, there's always a purpose for any changes.

so... what kind of affect does that have on folks from animated sources? does it have an affect at all? what kind of effect does that have on me, before & after I realized I was fictionkin?

as someone with pronounced adhd/neurodivergence, something like having the same outfit, or at least very similar ones, every day, is comforting for a number of reasons.

I know what textures I like or that I’m at least neutral about, and what textures give me the Bad Sensory; repeats of the same shirt are going to feel the exact same, every time. (which I feel is a given for neurodiverse folks with sensory issues, but mention of it does matter here.)

when necessary, my “samey” outfits sometimes keeps me... grounded, in some ways? it's a bit hard to explain, but relates a little bit to sensory stuff. (something something "never felt 'right' in my own body, but outfits are something I actively choose, so I'm able to feel like a semi-functioning person when I'm having really bad/off days," something something.)

the consistency/”samey-ness” also helps me feel a bit closer to my gem-side, since my organic body can’t/doesn’t need hardlight clothes. (all Gems have a "uniform" that remains the exact same, unless they regenerate & choose to alter it.)

bottom line, my "uniform" is a core part of who I am; of my fictotype. it's kind of like phantom limbs, but clothes, if that makes sense as an analogy?? something I'm supposed to have, and not seeing it on my person is sometimes jarring and/or dysphoric in some ways.

small changes & adding accessories every now and then — my spiked choker, a bracelet, maybe some earrings, etc — is nice, but not a constant. I like to spice things up here and there, but even these accessories might eventually bleed into my uniform if they feel enough like “part of my (character) design.”

if a significant article of my “design” is missing (be it accidentally left somewhere, removed without my consent, etc) or too different from my uniform, I feel wrong. like if I have to wear shorts instead of pants, ankle-socks instead of long ones, or if I forget my jacket and don’t know where it is. unless I’m the one actively, purposefully, changing up my outfit, I often feel “off model” in a way that causes me varying degrees of mental & sometimes physical distress.

just recently, I was trying to shop for some new jeans (which is a nightmare of a task for a laundry list of reasons), as I've long since outgrown the few pairs I do own. I was looking for something with the same brand, size, etc, and perhaps even color if I could be so lucky, as a pair I'd bought half a year ago.

without going into too much detail, the trip ended up a bust & I was actually pretty (internally) upset about it. I didn't think much of it, at the time, but coming back to this entry made me partially realize why I was so distraught after my search came up empty.

bottom line, it feels weird and wrong and upsetting in ways I couldn't fully explain before, to have drastic deviations in my outfits. hell, my fictomere's only had two major changes to his wardrobe, and even then, it's not a far cry from his original design's clothes.

maybe it’s a little bit of my neurodivergence, or maybe a lot, and perhaps a bit of fandom headcanoning I saw forever ago related to my fictomere's possible autism. but... I feel strongly enough about it that I don't think the distinction of this (if I'm using the term correctly in this context) noema’s “true” origins really matter.

#sword's journal.txt #seaglass stars #fictionkin

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shreddedparchment · 4 years ago

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A Wife for Thor Pt.12

Queen of New Asgard

12/02/2020

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader Word Count: 9,737

Warnings: fluff, cute babies, talks of pregnancy, angst, Avengers shenanigans, talks of sex

A/N: So this one is a bit longer than the rest, I really wanted to make sure that this one was a lengthy treat. I didn’t want to split the chapter into two between getting to the Avengers and then actually meeting them and spending tie with them. I wanted to keep it together. I hope you all like it! I had a lot of fun with it, and mostly, I just really love Thor. I want him for myself. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Please DO NOT repost my stories on other sites or blogs!

REBLOGS are always welcome!

To say you’re a mess would be an understatement.

At least having Thor by your side gives you a small sense of stability, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re about to meet the Avengers.

Earth’s mightiest heroes.

People so famous that everyone knows their name. Even people in remote parts of the world know they exist.

The sensation of being pulled and gliding through the air in Thor’s arms as the Bifrost glow surrounds you both in your transport is nothing compared to the rolling of your stomach at the thought of saying or doing something stupid in front of Thor’s friends and comrades.

You hold him tighter, loving the way he feels in full armor. Only because it really drives home the fact that he could protect you from anything as opposed to being comfortable.

You’re dressed more simply though not at all casual. The outfit you’re wearing was shoved into your bag with two others in case of official events that might crop up during your honeymoon.

Because dinner with Thor’s teammates is supposed to be a relaxed event, you chose the most unimpressive of the three.

The bodice consists of a one-piece made of leather. Armor would be more accurate in describing it. Though bits of it have been dyed a dark yet also soft gray-purple, others, like the right breast piece and the strip that wraps down around your left side are a natural brown. Textured with a ridged design to compliment the thinner more boned design of the gray-purple section.

Around your waist and laced at the back is another a-symmetrical piece of that natural brown leather, but along the base of it is sewn a long flowing skirt made of a cotton voile base in navy and a sheer silk light blue making the effect of it together like shifting water.

The skirt is left open slightly on the right. If anyone pays really close attention, they’ll see the top of your thigh in the sway. Generally, the dress is appropriate and since this will technically be your first public outing with Thor, it was important you look the part.

Neither of you is wearing a crown. Not necessary really, if it isn’t an official ceremony or event, but you are wearing the large golden pin that Thor had made for you to put on the left breast of your sleeveless gown.

It’s the same interlaced arches that are on your swords with a crown that looks just like your wedding crown at the center where the arches connect.

It shines bright, brand new as it is, and is a symbol of your new status in the world.

A human Queen of Asgard.

It’s safe to say that your name is known from one corner of the Earth to the other which you only just realized when you were doing some research on the time it takes for a body to decompose in a demi-damp environment occasionally exposed to heat. You’d stumbled across a tabloid page with the headline How the New Queen of Asgard Bewitched the God of Thunder.

You hadn’t bothered to read the article because it was clear exactly what kind of reporting they were doing from the picture of you, which someone had pulled from the website of your old school, sitting on Thor’s chest with a photoshopped smirk and glowing red eyes.

There were a few others you read, most of them nice and from official news sources. All of them detailing your tragic childhood and your ascension to wealth. Then your birth ancestry was exposed making you a top candidate for Queen of the Asgardians and in one article for the New York Times, you recognized the pictures of your wedding as you and Thor stared at each other in all of your enamored glory.

Anyone with eyes can see that you love him and in those pictures, you can admit that it helps you feel a bit more secure in Thor’s love to see that he’s looking at you the exact same way. How can he look at you like that and not love you? Or at least be really fond of you?

As the air gets colder, mushy gray snow lining the streets below you, Thor’s body pulls up, preparing to stand as his speed slows.

You feel him step onto the pavement before you do, then slowly he lowers you, large hands so careful with you that you can’t help but look for his eye to see what he might be feeling.

His eyes are not on you though. They’re on the crowd that’s slowly begun to gather.

They’re giving you a wide berth, but they’re stopping to look, and some have pulled out their cell phones to take photos or record video.

You can hear whispers shift through the cold New York winter air, people leaning over to each other in excitement and curiosity. Much like the crowd back in New Asgard had when you’d driven by them to get to your dress fitting and the wedding parade.

You can’t really make out what they’re saying but Thor can, and he wraps his arm around your waist, turns you to face those that are nearest, and waves.

You follow his example and give them as kind a smile as you can, despite the sudden nerves eating at you.

Shit, do you have to say something? Are you expected to?

“Hello everyone. I know most of you have seen her in the papers and on the interwebs already, but this is my beautiful and lovely Queen. My wife, Y/N.” Thor declares, but even your name he caresses with the soft shift in his tone.

“Hello?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question, but it does.

Still, there are a few people that giggle at your reaction.

A sense of calm overcomes those watching, as if finally hearing you speak seems to have burst a bubble.

“Aw yew a pwincess?” A small hand tugs at your skirts and you turn to look down at an adorable little girl with smooth deep brown skin. Her hair is gathered in two small buns, tight braids keep it neat.

All you can really see are her big brown eyes, so wide and full of wonder.

You pull from Thor’s grasp and squat down to be on the toddler’s level. She can’t be more than three.

“She’s my Queen, little one.” Thor explains, squatting down beside you. “Queen of New Asgard. Isn’t she pretty?”

The little girl giggles and nods, then reaches up to touch your own hair which has also been braided, one long in the middle giving it a mohawk look, and several other small braids along the sides to keep it neat while flying.

At least that’s the bit that you remember from this morning.

Thor had pulled you out of bed at four o’clock, led you to a chair in the bathroom and then started messing with your hair. Of course, that sent you right back off to sleep but you remember asking him sleepily at some point why he was braiding your hair and he’d explained that it was to keep it from getting all messy while flying.

That’s the last thing you remember before he was suddenly kissing you awake and then your mind was busy with the delicious way he carried you back to bed and then heartbroken when he said you had only ten minutes more to sleep while he showered.

You’re so tired.

Smiling at the little girl, watching her own joy grow in her eyes gives you new energy and you take her hand and hold it in your two.

“It’s so lovely to meet you…?”

A woman hurries over from the crowd, voice frantic as she seems to have finally spotted her little escapee.

“RUBY!” The poor mother cries, hurrying to her daughter’s side.

“Ruby,” You repeat.

The little girl turns to look at her mother while you keep hold of her hand.

“Wook mama! A Ka-ween!” She giggles and her mother slows, hesitating now that she notices you and Thor.

“Holy shi-” Her mother says, “I’m so sorry.”

Hurrying forward, she takes hold of Ruby’s shoulders and pulls her close, not because she’s threatened by you two or anything. She must be shocked.

You let her hand go as it’s pulled gently, and Thor helps you stand back up. Once you’re standing, he reaches down to take hold of your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“It’s okay.” You shake your head, smiling at the woman as Ruby turns to hug her leg excitedly. “She’s very sweet.”

“She’s a troublemaker. That’s what she is.” The woman counters. “D-Do I have to curtsy or somethin’?”

“Not this time.” Thor tells her, “For having such an adorable child, we’ll give you the curtsy pass.”

He’s joking. Teasing the woman.

“Thor…” You nudge him and he chuckles, amused by you more than his joke. “What he means to say is, yes. Normally you would have to, but he knows I’m already nervous out of my mind so it’s okay.”

The woman looks around behind her, aware of the flashing camera phones and the videos they must be taking. So, she turns back to you and clumsily makes a curtsy.

Little Ruby sees her do it and then turns to you and does an even clumsier version of the same bow.

“Thank you.” You manage to say, voice almost completely deprived of volume from how nervous her attention makes you.

“Yes,” Thor agrees, suddenly serious. “Thank you. Both of you, for the warm New York welcome.”

“It was nothing.” The woman says, dipping down to pick up Ruby. “Say buh-bye, Ruby.”

As they walk away, Ruby twists in her mother’s arms to look over her shoulder at you and Thor and waves.

“Buh-bye!”

“Bye, Ruby.” You wave at her, smiling at her cuteness before you look up to meet Thor’s gaze.

“See, that wasn’t so terrible.” Thor gives you a squeeze. “Just our luck that it was an adorable child to greet you first.”

“She was so cute!” You gush, wishing you could take her home.

Maybe Thor sees the deep want in your own face because he leans in and presses his lips to your temple before resting them softly against your ear.

“Don’t worry, cherub. Soon we’ll have our own little one running around the palace.” He promises.

Even though he means it in an innocent way, the deep tone and intent in his voice is also very clear and if there weren’t a lot of people watching, you’d pull him down for a kiss.

He smirks down at you, almost like he knows that you picked up on that lusty vibe despite his words being sweet.

“You’re not playing fair.” You complain.

Thor chuckles then gives the crowd, which has grown quite a bit, another wave.

“Something to look forward to when we go home.” He reasons.

“Will we get to do everything you want with this crowd around us?” You give them a look and tuck yourself into Thor’s side a little more but wave all the same.

All these eyes on you. Watching you. Listening to every little thing you say?

“I’ll make it possible, cherub.” Thor assures you.

He twirls his hammer, a near replica of the one his sister destroyed before they arrived on Earth and takes a step towards the crowd with the look of someone about to make a speech.

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When you look at yourself, you still look like you. Still wearing the dress you’d pulled on in the morning. Braids still in place.

Thor is still in full uniform. Still holding his hammer. But as the two of you walk through the city, no one stops to look.

After you and Thor had ducked into that first shop—a bakery that had lured him in by the nose because apparently the breakfast you’d cooked him hadn’t been enough—and emerged freshly fed, none of the people who had stopped to watch you when you'd landed were looking at you as you passed them.

Some of them even looked right at you then away as if they didn’t recognize you.

“It’s magic.” Thor whispers in your ear.

He straightens up, watching you with an amused grin as understanding overcomes your face.

“A trick my mother taught me that Loki has helped me perfect. Would you like us to see what they do? Our clothes, I mean? We’ll still see each other.”

“Sure.” You nod, excited by the proximity of magic to yourself.

Thor gives you a nod. He twirls his hammer, held loose in his right hand and it turns into an umbrella.

His clothes are neat and somewhat formal. More of a business casual with dark pressed trousers, a thick black t-shirt made of a heavy and soft cotton blend. His jacket is coal gray, with just the slightest hint of brown.

You gasp lightly, stunned by the sight of him with two electric blue eyes. No sleek black and gold eyepatch. Just two pretty orbs that blink at the shock on your face.

“What, love?” He worries, reaching down to place his hand on your lower back as the two of you continue down the sidewalk.

“Your eyes.” You shake your head, speechless.

“Oh, yes. Well, it helps me blend in.”

His blonde hair is styled too, a smooth wave of the longer hair along the top of his head. Why is he so pretty?

Thor chuckles.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” He teases, still looking forward.

“I’m staring,” You huff a laugh. “I’m sorry.”

But you give yourself a look and find yourself wearing a chic black pantsuit. More heavy cotton blend fabric from head to toe. It has that waterproof sheen though. Like if you spill something it’ll just roll off. Black long sleeve shirt with a higher than normal collar. It’s just a few inches short of being a turtleneck.

Over that you’re wearing a sleeveless wool trench coat with big black buttons and large pockets. The cut is feminine and left open since it’s cold but not too cold during the day with the sun streaming down.

It’ll be different tonight.

“We have these actual clothes waiting for us at the compound. I had them sent over when Stark told me that I’d be able to bring you for introductions. We can change in my room once we’re there, so we won’t be as constricted.” Thor takes your hand to his lips and gives it a kiss.

“You have a room at the compound? Isn’t it like a military base or something?” You wonder.

“Parts of it. There is a shooting range and a hangar with plenty of planes and jets. A pretty large garage with quite the selection of cars. Maybe we can go for a drive after dinner for some alone time?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you, but you’re still trying to wrap your mind around bedrooms at the compound.

“Do some of the Avengers live on the compound?”

“Yes.” Thor nods, his attention pulled away from his suggestive expression. “Several of them do. Wanda lives there. Captain Rogers, Natasha, Vision, Samuel and Barnes live there now too. Stark has moved out to be with Pepper on some cabin they purchased together a year ago.

“Barton lives with his family, so he doesn’t stay at the compound. And of course, for me it has been a home away from home. The only other person that stays there but doesn’t live there permanently is Banner.

“After we arrived from our journey in space, he took to his lab and slept at the compound for nearly six months before he finally went home. He hasn’t come back to the compound since. Says he’s working on something, but he’s promised to be here for our dinner.” Thor assure you.

Sad to say that you can’t exactly be as excited as he is as the list of names, he just went through looms over you like a test you didn’t study for.

Suddenly he stops, and he waves over at another tall blonde man with storm blue eyes and what looks to be a full beard. His slightly outgrown blonde hair is pushed back, the tresses smooth and silky as he hurries towards you both, brown leather bomber jacket zipped shut over a pair of jeans.

“Oh, you’re dressed up.” He says, but you recognize him and as Thor stops, you find yourself gaping at Captain America. “Maybe I should have picked something nicer.”

“Not necessary. You and the rest of the team are friends.” He takes Captain America’s hand and shakes it before they both meet in a quick hug.

“It’s been too long.” Thor admits.

“Well, you’re a busy man now. King and all that.”

“H-How did you recognize us?” You stutter, focusing on the mystery before you instead of the fact that Captain America is standing right fucking there!

“I let him see us.” Thor explains. “The veil holds only for those I want to shield us from.”

“Oh.” You whisper, not intending to but you have no air in your lungs again.

Thor seems to read your frayed nerves because he reaches around to wrap his arm around your waist and offer you some support.

“Captain Rogers, this is my lovely and very nervous wife, Y/N Y/L/N. Queen of Asgard and if I’m honest, the love of my life.” Thor’s honest gushing, the way he sounds honest and so freaking sincere brings you back to yourself a little and with a squeeze from him, you relax.

“Steve, Thor. Please. I’m not Captain America anymore.” He says, almost as if it’s a reminder.

This confuses you because as far as you know, Steve Rogers is still Captain America.

“I read the e-mail.” Thor says, shaking his head. “I thought perhaps it was a joke.”

“Since when have I ever joked about something this serious?”

“I don’t know, I thought perhaps you might have-”

Steve Rogers turns to you, ignoring Thor for the moment as he holds his hand out and slowly you take it.

“I know I should probably bow, but we don’t want everyone knowing who I’m talking to so, is a handshake okay?”

“Of course!” You say breathlessly as he shakes your hand softly. His grip is firm, but you can tell he’s very aware of not hurting you.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” He begins, then leans in towards you and whispers, “Your Majesty.”

Both of you are left smiling while Thor’s eyes are narrowed at the two of you.

“How do you find married life? Has Thor gotten on your nerves yet?”

You can tell he’s joking because while he’s talking to you, he steals a quick side-eye at Thor to gauge his reaction.

“Not yet. But he does like to eat all of the bacon.” You whisper.

Steve makes a pained look, directing it at Thor, still holding your hand in that gentle handshake.

“That’s a big no-no.” Steve agrees.

“Right?” You press, enjoying the pout on Thor’s lips.

“Alright, Rogers, release my wife’s hand.” He reaches and takes your hand out of Steve’s forcefully, but you and Steve only chuckle.

Thor pulls your hand up against his chest and with his other arm still around your waist, he’s basically got you wrapped up in his arms.

“Come on, everyone’s waiting.” Steve laughs, moving towards a black luxury sedan.

Thor makes to move forward but you pull back, resisting because meeting Steve Rogers was already stressful enough.

Now you have to go meet the rest of them? Can’t you just call it quits now?

“Cherub?” Thor looks at you, the concern pouring from him so overwhelmingly sweet that you give in.

He wants this so badly. It’s so important to him. You’ll also have to do many things from here on out that will make you anxious and stressed.

Suck it up.

“I’m just nervous.” You tell him, as if he can’t already see it himself.

“Thor?” Steve calls from the driver’s side of the car. He’s got the door open, both arms resting against the top of the vehicle.

“A moment, Steve.” Thor says, and for some reason it gives Steve a curious look on his face.

It’s almost as if he’s not used to Thor calling him by his first name.

“You have nothing to be nervous about, my love. You’ve already met Rogers and he’s like one of those dogs with the long ears and the funny long howl when it comes to sensing when anything’s amiss. Clearly, he likes you. You’re perfection, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.”

Thor’s gushing should make you feel better, and it does a little. But you’re about to meet so many people. All of them important to Thor. What if you say something that makes one of them angry? What if you and one of them—or all of them—just don’t mesh well?

“I just-I-I don’t want to, I don’t know, disappoint you?”

Thor’s face falls into complete adoration. His smile is soft but wide and so pleased. He takes a step towards you, reaching up with both hands to place them on the back of your head, just behind your ears.

“You’ve already made me so proud, cherub. You’re here, standing with your head held high, greeting the people of a foreign country with grace and kindness. You’ve made jokes with one of my closest comrades already. I have every faith that you will continue to outshine me.” He chuckles as you relax a little more. “Do you need a few minutes?”

You shake your head, reaching up to take hold of his wrists. “No.”

“Ready?”

“Yes,” you nod.

Thor slips his hands down, flicking them gently so that he can take hold of both your hands.

He pulls them to his lips and kisses them, never breaking eye contact.

He must lose concentration for his magic because as he kisses your knuckles, his two eyes turn into one as the eyepatch takes its place again.

His regular clothes turn back into his armor and your own dress shifts back into the more Asgardian appropriate attire.

“Uh, Thor?” Steve Rogers insists.

Thor looks at him and with a nod towards his body, Steve Rogers communicates the problem.

You look around and people are stopping their shopping and walking and going about their days to turn and look at the two Asgardian monarchs suddenly standing on the sidewalk in a sweet and affectionate embrace.

“Oops.” Thor smiles at them and gives them a wave while simultaneously taking hold of your hand.

You follow his lead and give them a regal wave and polite smile as he pulls you towards the car. Steve Rogers is already there, holding the back door open for you.

You get in and he shuts the door as Thor moves around to the other side and gets in too.

“You distracted me.” He accuses you, reaching around you to pinch your side.

You give a small scream of laughter then look at the watching crowd with a startled and embarrassed smile, but they’re pleased by the exchange. Some of them taking video and photos. Others just giggling and laughing along with you.

There are a few young women and men who even look envious. And honestly? Who wouldn’t?

You look and Thor and as he chuckles at your reaction to his teasing and the reaction of those watching as Steve Rogers pulls the car away from curb, you can understand their envy because Thor is beautiful and anyone, even if in the end they decide they don’t want to be with him, would be lucky to share in his love.

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You made Thor promise to keep his hands to himself and you’re already regretting it.

You feel like you’re going to pass out. It’s all wobbly on your legs.

Knees are buckling and you might go down any second.

Thor takes an inch in your direction, but you give him a frown and he clears his throat before going right back to the spot he’d been in.

Both of you stand in a long common room. There are two modern armchairs in a gray almost beige cotton fabric. Two long sofas in an orange sandstone color sit completely occupied.

On the sofa to the right sit two beautiful red heads. One has short shoulder-length hair with pale blonde tips. The other’s long locks in a deeper less vibrant red fall to the base of her shoulder blades.

The brighter red headed woman has a sharp face, with large bright green eyes and eyebrows that start somewhat full on the inner corners and slowly fade into much thinner lines.

They’re perfectly shaped for her face though it does give her a sterner look.

She’s wearing a plain black dress with capped sleeves and a plunging V neckline. Her shoes are simple black flats though, which she taps against the floor as she waits for you to speak. Black Widow is just as fearsome as she looks in the news.

The other woman is much younger, her youthful face round. Her eyes are a pretty soft brown, more inviting though still a little distrustful. This must be Wanda, the Scarlet Witch.

It’s like she’s analyzing every move you make.

Fuck.

Beside her sits a man with peachy skin, short blondish-reddish hair. He looks older than her, but still handsome.

Despite the appearance of his older age, he has hold of one of Wanda’s hands. Fingers intertwined.

They’re together.

Vision, your mind provides.

On the other sofa sits Steve, his eyes kind as he waits patiently for you to be ready. Beside him sits a handsome black man with an exhausted expression.

You can tell that it isn’t directed at you, but he looks tired. Just home from doing some Avengers work, maybe?

Beside him sits a middle-aged man with small streaks of gray at his temples. His face is kind, but he seems like he’s preoccupied. Like he’s got places to be or things to do.

He keeps wringing his hands slowly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees as he watches you.

On the far armchair is the man himself, Tony Stark. He looks every bit a king in his domain, just like Thor back home in New Asgard.

He owns the place—literally—and everyone knows it just by watching him sit there. He’s inquisitive about you, his mind clearly racing from the look in his eyes.

He’s the most analytical out of everyone. He keeps looking at you from head to toe, every shift in your stance, the way you hold your hands, or the fact that you’re looking each of them over and making your own conclusions catches his attention.

The last person in the room, and the only other one standing aside from you and Thor, is a tall beefy man with shortly cropped dark brown hair. He also looks tired, and he reaches up to rub his exhausted face with his shining black arm etched with golden veins that run through the sleek indestructible metal.

Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier. Though most people still call him that, from what Thor said in your prep when coming is that he’s been fixed?

No, that’s not the right way to phrase that. He’s not a dog. He’s been deprogrammed.

You don’t quite understand what that means, but you realized as Thor spoke that Hydra had done something to Bucky to make him do the things that he’d done. Like brainwashing, though you know nothing about how one gets brainwashed.

It made you sad, that someone would be that cruel and take from someone their identity and all the things that make them who they are. You heart aches for the former Winter Soldier and he gives you the tinies of smiles. Just a soft and subtle gesture of encouragement.

All eyes in the room are on you, and you’re freezing up so you appreciate the figurative extended hand.

When you speak, your voice trembles at first.

“I-It’s so…I’m s-so…”

They stir, sitting up straighter at the sound of your voice.

Get it together! You’re Queen of an entire fucking kingdom!

You clear your throat, and with a quick shallow breath you try again.

“I’m sorry, I’m a l-little nervous. I know how important you all are to Thor and I-I know this was sudden. We were both really sorry that you couldn’t come to the wedding but I’m so glad to meet you now. My name is Y/N, and I…I think that’s it?”

Turning to Thor, you find him smiling wide, singular eye bright. He’s proud and you can see it in the way he pulls his shoulders back and moves back towards you, slipping his arm around your waist.

Both of you are wearing the real versions of his illusion now minus the coats, formal King and Queen garb abandoned in his room.

Thor’s arm is a welcome warmth.

“That was wonderful, cherub.”

“Cherub?” A snarky voice teases, and both of you turn to look at Tony Stark.

“Leave them alone, Tony. I’ve heard some of the things you call Pepper when you think we aren’t listening.” The Black Widow, Natasha, cuts in.

“Like what?”

“Pudding-pop?”

“That’s a good one.” Thor observes. “Can I borrow it?”

“All y’all being really gross.” The new Captain America, Sam, points out.

“You’re just jealous you don’t have your own pudding-pop.” Bucky sighs, moving to the back of the sofa to lean both hands on the seat and look down at his friend.

“When’s the last time you had someone call you pudding-pop, Barnes?” Sam wonders, a clear attempt at a jab.

“Uh…1943? Just after I enlisted.” He answers, no sarcasm or embarrassment about that fact.

“You both need to get a life.” Natasha points out.

“You first.” Sam retorts.

Natasha fixes him with a look of confusion before getting up and moving towards Bucky. For a moment it looks as if she’s just going to pass right by him and into the kitchen behind him, but instead she slips her arm through his metal one and leans against him gently.

“I’ve got one. Don’t I, pudding-pop?”

The silence that follows is heavy but with building energy.

Then the room explodes with exclamations of, “What?!”

“When did this happen?!”

“How long have you two been a thing?”

“Why?!”

With their attention diverted, you relax, leaning into Thor’s embrace as Natasha catches your eye and gives you a quick subtle wink.

“I thought we were gonna wait?” You hear Bucky ask Natasha over the cacophony of voices demanding information, all of them on their feet again too except for Steve who is smiling and hiding it behind his hand.

Obviously he already knew, and it’s also obvious that Natasha revealed her relationship with Bucky for your benefit and to make meeting you the secondary event of this get together and while some women would be pissed that she’s gone and stolen your spotlight, you could not be more grateful.

~~~~~~~~~~

A metallic shoulder rubs against the side of your head and you lean away, gasping because you hadn’t expected the sensation.

You’re greeted with a metallic mask, similar to those of Tony Stark’s Iron Man helmet with slight variations around the mouth. The color is also brushed silver, the body white and red. It shifts to the side a little, away from you but it tips its head down in apology like an old 18th century gentleman.

“I’m sorry. Please, excuse me while I collect your empty plates.” The robot says.

“Sorry about the A.I., Cherub.” Tony says, then gives a quiet whistle. “Hey Bud, why don’t you take the night off?”

Beside you, Thor chuckles at Tony’s new nickname for you. He’s done nothing but call you cherub since Thor did earlier in the night. It’s going to stick, or so Steve had promised.

The A.I. straightens up and puts the plates back down before moving off down the hall and out of sight.

“Bud?” Bruce Banner asks, who insisted you call him Bruce and drop the Doctor and the last name.

You have to keep reminding yourself to do so every time you talk to him. Because you can’t seem to remember, you’ve just chosen not to talk to him until you can.

Tony gets to his feet, moving around the table to lean over you, hand placed on his jacket to keep it from swinging against you.

“B.U.D.” He repeats, each letter on its own. “Buggy and Underdeveloped. I’m working on it. I’ve got their manners down. Jarvis quality though not as reliable. Vision is helping me work out the kinks.”

“I do what I can.” Vision says, Wanda reaching around to massage the back of his shoulders.

“You’ve made all the improvements. Tony had them calling us dickheads that one week before he asked for your help.”

“It was a typo!” Tony moves around to Natasha’s plate and piles it on top of yours, then Bucky’s who mutters a nervous thanks which Tony also mutters back a somewhat stiff approval.

You’re not given much time to notice their exchange before Thor’s hand finds your thigh under the table and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes.” You smile at him, reaching down to take his hand. “Just surprised. I’ve never been around artificial intelligence of that caliber.”

“Don’t worry, Cherub. You’ll be used to it soon. You’ll be getting an upgrade at that pretty space cottage of yours pretty soon.” Tony says, grabbing a few glasses one at a time as he moves around the table.

“I’ll help you, Stark.” Thor suddenly says and releases your hand to move around the table and grab the other plates and glasses.

Why does he call him by his last name? Habit maybe?

“Thanks,” Tony nods.

“Space cottage?” You’re not sure what he means.

“Yeah, that big wooden house you all call a palace?” Tony clarifies.

“Oh,” Silly way to look at it. “There’s steel too.”

Tony smirks, “Well, I’ll be sending some people over to get a security system installed and an advanced satellite scanner to catch any movements that might come in from—up there. With this new threat that-”

Thor coughs loudly, dropping a glass that makes a terrible shattering glass sound against the black tabletop. Bucky catches the glass and holds it still then offers it up to him again.

Tony meets Thor’s singular eyed gaze who shakes his head minutely.

“-which I guess you’re not supposed to know? Whoops.” And with that he turns and leaves the room.

You look at Thor and find him watching you, then he quickly turns and follows Tony out of the room.

Whenever you’ve read in the past that someone sees red, you’d always suspected that it was metaphorical. However, you see red as your brain short circuits and all you can feel is a level rage.

The one thing you’d asked of Thor was that he won��t keep secrets from you and here is one, not even a week after your wedding!

“Don’t worry.” Natasha interjects, getting up from her seat. “When it’s worth knowing about, Thor will tell you. He just doesn’t want you to worry.”

Your frown only grows. You can’t seem to get your sudden temper flare under control.

“You’re upset.” Steve notices, getting up when everyone also starts to rise. “Why?”

You follow their example and get to your feet, pushing your chair under the table before following them into a smaller living room space just off the main common room while trying to quell your anger.

The living room is mostly white and gray with a long sectional that is full of red pillows.

“Because I’m Queen of New Asgard.” You point out, speaking a little more firmly than you mean to.

Steve gestures to the seat at the edge of the sectional and you take it, swallowing hard as you shove some of that upset down into your tummy so that you won’t lash out at the very nice people that Thor sees as family.

“You are.” Steve agrees. “No one would argue that you aren’t.”

Does he not get it?

“He might not want me to worry, but I have a responsibility to the people of New Asgard. If something is happening that might affect them, I need to know.” You cross your arms across your chest, huffing lightly and letting that be the peak of your temper.

You don’t want to fight with Thor here in front of everyone.

The reaction isn’t what you expect.

Sam, who is sitting on the floor at the bend in the sofa leaning against it as the weight of his sleepiness begins to take over, whistles.

Long and slow.

Bucky chuckles as Natasha settles beside him, her arms crossed across her chest as she leans back into his arm.

They don’t look together even if they are, just comfortable. Bucky’s arm curves a little more for her and is the only giveaway that there’s more between them than friendship.

She smirks. On the sofa beside you, Wanda leans forward to try and get a look at your pouting face, her red curtain of hair falling over her shoulder. Vision is standing by the TV looking at a collection of records to put on a turntable that sits ready and empty.

Dr. Ban-Bruce isn’t anywhere in sight.

Steve settles in beside Wanda but closer to Sam, leaving enough room for Vision to sit when he’s finished with the music.

“Thor said you had some bite.” Natasha shares, “Said something about you standing up for Loki? What’s that about?”

You feel your cheeks burn, neck too. With a shrug, you drop your arms and clutch at the fabric of your pants by your knees.

“Yeah, dude’s pretty psycho,” Sam adds.

“Sure, yeah, because a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and going around fighting crime and otherworldly forces are completely sane.”

Shit, did you seriously just say that?

There’s a beat of silence, then, “She sounds very sensible. Now that I’ve had some time with it, I think the cape might have been a touch too far.”

Everyone chuckles, and you turn to look at Vision who finally picks an album and slips it in place.

“Sorry,” You offer, hesitating a moment before you decide to explain yourself. “Loki has been nothing but kind to me. And calling him a psycho offends me. I know you all and the rest of the planet, have issues with him and what he did…so did I, but he’s trying. And he’s family now…like you all…so…”

Your words trail off as you turn to look for Thor, but you can still see him across the common room in the kitchen, exchanging hushed words with Tony and it’s starting to rile you up again. What’s coming? What’s so important that Thor has brought in the Avengers too?

“What did Thor call it?” Bucky asks Nat.

“Bite.” Steve tells him, “She’s got bite.”

“I’d say it’s more like a sting. But she’s right. I don’t think any of us here can judge someone by their past. At least I can’t.” Bucky nods.

“Or me,” Nat agrees.

“Or me,” Wanda smiles.

And then the music starts. Vision turns, hands behind his back as he also smiles at the general pleasantries.

“Taylor Swift?” Sam demands, “Really?”

Vision’s smile vanishes and he gives him nice wide eyes of surprise, “I’ve never heard this one before.”

“Excuse me.” You get up and move towards the kitchen, determined to get an explanation while the room behind you continues to argue the merits of Vision exploring different musical avenues.

“Whose album even is that?” Sam demands.

Steve clears his throat, “I think you should both get some sleep. I want a debrief first thing in the morning. I might not be Captain America anymore, but I’m still running this show.”

“Don’t try to change the subject, you’ve never accepted the boss mantle until now. Which other albums do you have in your room that you’re too afraid to share?” Nat adds.

“Hey, I have no shame in my musical taste.” Steve defends.

As you near the kitchen, the open spaces separated only by two large circular pillars and a sleek concrete counter island, you slow as their quiet conversation begins to reach your ears. It wasn’t necessarily that you’re trying to eavesdrop…but they’re not talking about what you expected them to be talking about. So, you freeze.

Too nervous to move, forward because what the hell? Or back, because they’ll no doubt hear your retreat.

Where’s the talk about threats to the kingdom and planet? No, you get a nice dose of fear and jealousy instead.

“You only knew her for a week before you married her?”

“It was arranged. All of you knew this. I explained it the last time we met.”

“I get that, but what-” You can hear the hesitation in Tony’s voice.

Despite the fact that he knows he probably shouldn’t bring it up, he throws his dishtowel on the counter and turns around to lean against it as Thor’s hands continue to sift through the dishes, washing them slowly. “What happened to Foster? Weren’t you two pretty hot and heavy? Last time you brought her here-”

“Jane has other priorities.” Thor cuts him off, clearly still hurt from his breakup with Jane.

You hate the sound in his voice. Why does he have to be so clearly heartbroken?

“That’s all I get?” Tony asks, waiting and leaning in a little closer to Thor.

“What else would you have me say? It was hard to leave her. And if I’m honest, I still find myself thinking about what life might have become if she’d been ready to settle down.”

What?

You take a step back, wanting to get away from this horrible conversation you wish you hadn’t accidentally run into. Retreat being heard be damned!

But then, “Cherub?”

It’s Tony, a smirk in his voice as he turns to help Thor dry the dishes he sets aside.

“She is my angel.” Thor smiles, just a teeny upturn at the corners of his lips as he steals a glance at Tony.

Your heart gives a painful clench at the love that you’ve been seeing in his eye pour through in his voice.

“A celestial creature sent to me by fate. I had no knowledge of the capacities of love. I’ve only ever found love as I found Jane’s. We were met by chance, and the attraction was clear and instant. Intention as well. With my cherub, things though they grew quickly, were harder to find. I had to look past my own melancholia to see that she was there waiting for me.”

“She does look like she’s completely lost it.” Tony nudges Thor aside because he’s taking so long and takes over the washing.

“I hope you mean lost her heart to me?”

“What else? Her mind? Though why anyone would agree to rule an entire country is beyond me.”

“She’s brave.” Thor boasts, body completely relaxed. “I’ve never known anyone with her courage. The first night of our engagement she demanded that I be honest with her, even if I decided to keep Jane as a mistress.”

Tony looks at him, eyebrow quirked as he asks a voiceless question.

“Which of course, is out of the question. I entertained the thought for a bit, I can’t deny it. At the very beginning as I was making my plans to go leave Jane, to end things permanently so that I could do right by Y/N and really try to make our marriage something lasting—I wanted to keep Jane at my side by any means necessary.

“Imagining a life without her was painful and I hate to admit that I had every intention in those last moments before I saw her to ask her to be with me even after I was married.” Thor confesses, sounding torn between guilt and desperation.

You remember seeing that desperation in him before he’d gone to see Jane.

Even after his proposal to you, even after those earth-moving kisses, he’d wanted to keep Jane at his side.

Of course, he did. You shouldn’t be surprised by that. He and Jane had shared so much before you came into the picture. Before you were forced in if you’re honest.

Still, it hurts, and you hate hearing it.

For a second time, you take a step back, wanting to leave.

But then, “What changed your mind?”

Thor sighs heavily, exasperated, exhausted by something.

He crosses his large arms across his chest, black shirt straining against his biceps and pecs. He’s so massive. Standing next to Tony only accentuates that fact.

“It took her two hours to make time to speak with me, and another three before she stopped explaining her work on energy spikes in some far East quadrant of space to let me even bring up the fact I was officially engaged to someone else.

“The only reason I was able to hold off for so long is that she would come and kiss me every twenty minutes to promise that she’d be done soon.”

You hate that.

“It was the waiting around after three months of having seen her last and six months since we’d been together. I just couldn’t stand the thought of that always being my life. As much as I loved her, I didn’t want to spend my marriage waiting for a woman when another had already assured me of her commitment to rule at my side as wife and Queen.”

“Is that the only reason you’re so into your Cherub? Because she obviously likes you?”

“No.” Thor shakes his head, “No, there are many things about Y/N that draw me to her. Most of them I’ve discovered since I made the choice to really let Jane go. When I came home that night, she was there to lure me back from the pit I’d crawled myself into by telling Jane goodbye.”

Tony stops washing to fix Thor with a knowing gaze. He scoffs then turns back to his washing.

“So, the sex is good, is what you’re saying?”

“The sex is very good. Incredibly good. I have no complaints about our physical chemistry. In fact, it’s better than with Jane or anyone else I’ve ever been with. I’m not sure what it is, but we are very well suited in the bedroom. She has such vigor, such desire. I am never in no doubt of her want of me. It’s so good that I almost didn’t want to bring her here because then I’d have to give up an entire day of having her to myself wrapped up in nothing but her bedsheets.”

“Alright, I think I get the picture.” Tony holds up one soapy hand to stop Thor’s bragging. “So, she sleeps with you and makes you feel better. Jane makes you wait, so you end it for good. Did you at least give her a proper goodbye?”

Thor is silent, and this time, you don’t want to know. You’ve already guessed and have been suspecting that this is very much the case, but you don’t want the confirmation.

If that’s what happened when he went to see Jane, you don’t want to know. Even if it happened before you two were married and really together, it happened when you were already in the picture and your heart was already being swayed.

Stepping out from behind the large round pillar, one hand resting against the smooth black curve, you watch Thor think about Tony’s question, tilting his head up to look across the room towards the living room space where the Avengers are now laughing about who the hell knows what.

He sees you and his face loses color.

“Thor?”

“What’s the matter?” He asks, a small bit of panic in his voice.

He moves towards you and you move towards him, meeting halfway.

“Did you hear?” He knows, probably because of whatever is on your face that’s making him panic.

His large hands are already pushing your numerous braids back, throwing them over your shoulders gently so that he can place his hands on your neck.

“Thor,” You repeat, this time getting a hold of yourself and reaching up to grab his wrists and pull his hands down away from your face. “What’s coming?”

This is why you’d come in here, and this is what you’ll insist on knowing. Fuck everything else they were talking about. You don’t want to know, and you don’t care what happened or what Thor felt before both of you exchanged vows.

“What?”

He seems stunned by the shift of topic, despite the agony that you’d momentarily been in. His voice even cracks a little, too shocked by the change.

“The new threat,” You clarify. “This new thing that we need satellites back home for? What is it? What’s happening? I know that you probably don’t want me to worry or want to protect me or maybe you’re still thinking of me as a civilian? But I’m Queen of our kingdom, Thor. If something is coming for us, I deserve to know. I need to know what’s coming if I’m going to help you protect our people. It’s my job and I can’t do it if you don’t let me.”

“Cherub’s got a point.” Tony adds, and claps Thor on the shoulder before gathering up a tray and makes his way out of the kitchen and towards the others with a bottle of beer for each of them.

“You’re right.” Thor nods, reaching to take your hands and he pulls them up to his lips kiss away the pain that he must have seen you feeling.

He seems to know though that you don’t want to focus on that and so he doesn’t bring it up.

You can tell he wants to though. He really wants to talk about what was just said in this kitchen.

“Yes, you’re right, you should know and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t want you frightened or worried when you didn’t have to be, but you’re right. As Queen, you have every right to know what might be coming. But can’t we wait to talk about it until later? Tonight perhaps? When we’re alone?”

You don’t want to agree. You want to make demands of him and make him tell you everything right now. However, you also know that you’re a little angry about what you overheard and that’s probably why your pulse is pounding in your throat, heart ramming itself against your ribcage.

“Fine.” You huff then turn to move back into the living room.

“Hey,” He coaxes you back, voice low and deep so that the others won’t hear him.

He catches your wrist and pulls you back gently.

“Did you hear us? Because if you did, when I went to leave Jane I-”

“I don’t wanna know, Thor. If you slept with her, I don’t want to know.” You sigh, stomach clenching painfully. “You did what you have to do. It’s not like you and I fell in love in any kind of traditional way. We were forced together and now we’re married. I’m not stupid.”

“Of course you aren’t, and as true as all of that is, I don’t like the way you’re talking about it.” Thor agonizes, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer and further into the kitchen out of view of the others. “You’re acting as if I don’t love you, or as if it’s a farce. I love you, cherub. It happened quickly, but it is real.”

“I know that, Thor,” It’s nice to hear though, because you’re seriously feeling weak in the confidence you’d spent every night since your wedding building.

For a bit there, you’d believed wholeheartedly that Thor loves you. You still do…but the realities of Jane and how quickly he’d had to end that relationship with her because he had to marry you to give his people a Queen have been brought to light and ruptured the bubble of your new marital bliss.

It’s also suddenly very clear to you that he must still love Jane very much. Even if he loves you too. There’s no way he can move on this quickly.

“You don’t look like you do. You look sad and it’s putting knots in my stomach, love. Please don’t doubt me now.”

Fuck!

You lean forward, shoving your forehead against his wide chest. You wrap your arms around his waist and fist the back of his shirt as he brings his hands up to the sides of your head. You can feel his lips against your scalp, kissing against the large middle braid that goes down along the back of your head.

“This is so hard.” You admit, hating your jealousy.

“I wish I could take all of your strife.” He kisses your head again, an audible smack. “I’m sorry I’m the one making it for you.”

Both of you knew that this would be tricky.

“I swear to you, cherub, it’s only you. You are the only woman I want and the only being in the universe that I want to bear my children.” His words are full of truth and you look up at him to find that same honesty in his gaze.

It’s pained and sorrowful and you hate it.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” You pull yourself up against his body and push yourself up with puckered lips.

Eagerly he leans down to meet your lips with his own but he shifts his head to the side to deepen the peck you’d wanted to leave you in no doubt as to his devotion, or at the very least, his passion.

He leans down to wrap his arms around you and press you up against the side of the pillar.

“Thor…” You whisper when he pulls back to tilt his head the other way. “We’re guests here.”

The reminder cools him down and he places his hands on your hips instead while you tickle the hairs on the back of his neck.

“We should get back to your friends.”

Thor sighs heavily, hating this idea, but he knows you’re right.

He reaches up to take hold of the back of your neck, squeezing it possessively before he leans down to give you one more quick kiss.

“Tonight, I will leave you in no doubt as to my devotion and love. I promise.”

His declaration takes your breath away, and apparently Bruce’s too as he sputters a cough around his own beer as he freezes on the other side of the kitchen by the fridge where another large round pillar lines a different entrance opposite the side you’re both standing on.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Bruce says, reaching up to wipe at the beer dribble around his mouth.

Thor takes his hands back and you slip out from between him and the pillar then make your way back towards the living room feeling flushed.

As you walk back in, observing the room, Steve and Vision are currently playing an apparently rousing game of Connect Four on the floor while Nat and Bucky sit cuddled up on the far corner of the sectional, talking quietly but also giving the two battling on the floor the occasional glance.

Wanda is on her phone, typing away quickly with a beer held between her thighs. Sam is standing by the records, despite his previous griping, nodding his head as Taylor Swift’s 22 fills the space.

Tony is on his own phone, standing in the far corner of the room with a sappy smile on his own face which tells you he’s probably talking to his own wife, Pepper Potts, who couldn’t make it tonight due to a work engagement.

All of them have a beer around them or in hand, and as you make your way towards the bend in the sectional feeling a little like you’re intruding, just as your back hits the sofa a cold bottle meets your cheek.

You jump a little but turn to look and Tony holds out a sealed bottle for you.

“You okay with import? Or do you want domestic?” He asks, holding his phone to his shoulder, brows drawn together as he waits for your answer.

“This is fine, thanks.” You take the bottle and then give him a quick smile.

“Good, because then I’d have sent you down to get your own.” He assures you, but a voice from his phone calls his name and he hurries away again, phone pressed to his ear.

You look at the bottle of beer in your hands, wondering if the top is a twist but when you go to turn it the ridges hurt your hand and you stop instantly.

Just as you’re about to lean over and ask Bucky to open the bottle for you, the sectional dips beside you and heat envelops your shoulder and side as Thor sits right beside you.

“It sounds like excuses to me.” He says, looking at Bruce who sits down beside him with a bit more space allowed between them.

“It’s not an excuse,” Bruce insists. “I’m working on something that needs all of my concentration. I’ll come visit soon, I promise. I’m going to be coming with Tony for the security system installation so, I’ll get to see the palace then.”

“Thor?” You hold the bottle up for him and he takes it from you, kissing the side of your head before he simply flicks the top with his thumb and it flies off and falls right on Steve’s head.

“Hey,” He complains, but then gets distracted as Vision connects his four red chips.

“I win.” Vision declares.

“Damn,” Steve concedes. “You got me. Go again?”

Vision dumps the chips, and they start splitting them up.

“Here you are, cherub.” Thor hands you back your beer, and you take a quick drink before settling in against Thor’s side a bit more comfortably as he gives you a squeeze but continues to chat with Bruce.

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