#I found out yesterday another doll I wasn’t expecting until fall is coming

[tipsy-scales]

Lust Dollfie Dream Update

Between today and yesterday I did the faceup

I started by wiping the original faceup so I can paint my own

WIP

And a preview of the final faceup! My faceups are still amateur as far as details and intricate skills, but I think I do well capturing the characters, and the dolls are 100% mine since I made them! I think my styling makes up for it too. Idk since this head is limited, there was some extra pressure but I’m just here to have a good time.

As for other things

I have this wig on the way for her in black. It’s supposed to arrive Monday. I tried a spare wig on her and I’m SO HYPED to see her in her proper wig!

I also ordered a L size shapely bust for her. The bust she came with is M size. The shapely bust is to make it look like the doll is wearing a push up bra which will be good for her outfit. I usually don’t like large busts for my dolls, but this is a character doll so it’s appropriate!

When the new bust comes, I will start on her outfit. She needs body mods too for her freaky glove hands. I’m excited to see her come together more!

[ac3id]

Puppy Girl | 18+

pairings: dabi [ touya todoroki ] x female! reader. 

summary: dabi takes his puppy whore for a walk. 

warnings: pet play, public, humiliation, dubcon, sex toys. 

wordcount: 1.8k |

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It was starting to become a recurring event. He had promised you it would be a one-time thing but lately, he was pulling you to the park naked with him every other week.

 It was a simple bargain the first time. You listen to him and indulge in his deranged, lewd fantasies and he lets you live without a dog collar attached to your neck for a week. 

You were hesitant but the thought of being able to live as a decent human being with at least a small amount of respect even if it was just for a week; was tempting. 

Soon it became a currency. Months after months you’d spend your one day with him, totally humiliated and degraded just for the rest of the week to go by a little easy, and every time he would push your limits even further.

The very first time he took you outside with a leash attached to the collar around your neck was appalling. You were terrified, there was no speck of arousal within you. Dabi had guaranteed you’d find it hot, you just didn’t know before because you had never tried it. But honestly, showcasing your sexual adventures to the world was surely not your kink. It was his kink though, and you didn’t have a choice.

You and Dabi didn’t have the most organic relationship, if it weren’t for the fact that he had brought you to his home with a blindfold and zip lockers around your wrists, you could have at least tried to talk to him about this. You were just his pet. His cute, little, stupid puppy, too dumb to think for herself. No wonder you got caught by him. 

After the Hero-dominated society fell and Shigaraki took over, Dabi was quick to find you and take you away as his little captive. It made many headlines; Previously a brave Hero, now a slave to the evil Dabi.

You never read them though, he wouldn’t allow you any communication with the outside world. It was just the two of you. 

“Da-Touya please, I don’t want to go out like this,” he insisted you’d call him Touya, it was a beautiful name- his real name. It still shocked you, Dabi was the first son of Endeavour. The universe sure had its ways. 

“What’s wrong doll? You look pretty,” his slender fingers caressed your face. He was admiring your form; naked beside the pretty bondage belts wrapping your body, the nipple clamps pinching your hardened buds, the vibrator pushed deep within your cunt, vibrating at such a painfully dull pace, and the pretty tail butt plug buried deep in your asshole.

 With a pair of dog ears fitted over your head along with black thigh-highs decorating your legs, you looked perfect to him; ready to fuck, he dolled up his fucktoy beautifully.

“I don’t want to walk out like this,” you whined. He told you he was going to take his dog out of a walk earlier that day, stupid for you to expect it would be an actual dog.

“You don’t get to decide that, puppy,” he whispers, his nose touching yours his hands pet your head as you are an actual dog.

 “Just be good for me, like a good girl,” his voice drops, his tone gets deeper and serious. “Or do you want to get punished? I’ll send you to the timeout room,”

You freeze at the mention, you still remember the day as clear as yesterday. You were acting up, getting moody, and crying. Pushing him away and screaming at him, Dabi had the patience for a while, and then, later as punishment he let a nomu twice your size fuck you, destroy you. It was still fresh in your memories.

 “No, please-”

“Good girl.” he praises, kissing your lips lightly before tugging on your leash. He looks back at you one last time, watching your feet wobble as you try to walk with both your holes tightly stuffed. It was cute, he liked watching you suffer.

 His eyes roamed your figure, stopping at your thighs. He could never understand why but those stockings which you wore got him going.

 Shigaraki had suggested he should put those on you, he was reluctant at first knowing that his boss is far worse than him but in the end, he took the advice. And, God, he does not regret it. 

“C’mon cutie, walk faster.” he tugged on your leash again and you almost fell over, the vibe hitting a deep spot within you. You cry, drool escaping past your lips. “At this rate, we’ll reach the park after sunrise. Do you want everyone to see you like this?” 

It was currently 3 A.M. Too early or late for anyone to be outside their houses, it was the perfect time for Dabi to his whore out for a walk.

 “We are going to be walking?” you ask in shock, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to make till there without blacking out. “Yes, we are puppy.” he hummed and with a smirk, he pulled on your leash again. 

The walk to the park wasn’t long, barely five minutes but since you were dressed like a slut- no. Not even a whore would let a man do this to her, even a whore would have more dignity than you. You stumbled, the vibrations turning extreme as Dabi messed with the controller. 

“Keep walking,” he commanded.

 “If you fall, I'm not letting you up. You’ll have to walk on all fours like the bitch you are,” Rude remarks from Dabi were nothing uncommon, he lived to degrade you but what haunted you was the way he said them.

 He did not hide how he felt, his face displaying his exact expression. He was always smirking or smiling while talking down to you, he thought it was funny. The ever-persistent smirk still lasted on his face as he watched you try your best not to fall with the vibe fucking your cunt unforgivingly. 

You follow behind him, your thighs pressed together trying to ride out the overwhelming pleasure. Dabi hums the tune of some familiar song that you can’t figure out in your current state. 

Your clench around the butt plug, the stretch still burning in your rear. Moans and whimpers fill the silent night as you lose yourself, the air is warm. It’s summer still, everything around you is silent and dark.

“You might want to keep your voice down.” Dabi starts, his eyes scan a bench. He’s thinking of fucking you on it. Despite the countless times both of you have gone out like this, Dabi has asked for nothing more than a blowjob. But today, he is feeling brave, and besides, your moaning, whimpering, and those cuteass ears and tail have got him going. 

“What if someone sees you here like this, do you want everyone to know how much of a slut you are? Walking around naked at a park like this, do you want them to know you have no shame?” 

Instead of answering you cry. You cry while cumming, the overwhelming pressure which kept building in your abdomen finally bursting. Dabi looks back at you, disappointment was written all over his face. He watches your juices drip down your thighs as you lewdly moan. He clicks his tongue,

“Didn’t I tell you something about cumming without my permission?” He did, a long time ago. You don’t even remember, “‘m sorry,” you cry in a small voice. He glares at you, his blue eyes dancing with furious flames. 

You feel small under his stare, “That’s no good.” He growls 

In a swift motion, he pulls your leash, dragging you next to him. He pushes you on the bench, your naked body hits the slightly cooler seat making you shiver. Dabi feels his jeans tighten when he watches you fall on the bench, displaying your pretty ass to him. Your cute, little tail sticks out between your ass making him groan. 

You turn your head around to Dabi and see him staring at your ass. Taking this as your chance you quickly apologize. 

“I’m so sorry, Touya. I didn- Ah” you get cut off with a slap to your ass. “Dogs don’t talk. Bark for me,” 

Your eyes widened in shock and fear, was he serious? By the look of his face, you could tell he was joking, but there was no way you were actually going to bark for him. Another slap falls behind you shutting you up. 

“Bark.” His voice dark, filled with authority and dominance does make you feel like his little. A tingle of pleasure travels down your spine and in a weak, timid voice you start barking for him. Your cries are quiet and soft, you don’t want to be heard by anyone and the last shreds of your dignity don’t let you raise your voice any higher. 

“What’s that? Are you a puppy? Quit barking like a girl,” Dabi scoffs at his own joke. 

You feel the buzz come back, the vibration which had paused singing back to life. You squirm on the desk, the position you stayed propped against the wooden seat uncomfortable. 

Dabi picks you up and places you on his lap, his lips pressing against your neck leaving butterfly kisses and his hands wrapped around your waist he makes you sit through your second orgasm. 

“These look needy,” his finger inches towards your hardened nipples clamped between the metal. They stand stiff and ready to be played with. He rubs over the buds causing you to moan out loud. Dabi chuckles. 

“Keep barking, baby. You’re a greedy, little puppy with an even greedier, little cunt.” He chuckles in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe. 

You feel yourself reaching closer, the vibe resting tightly clenched between your velvety walls brings you towards your edge. 

“You close, baby?” he pets over your head while his hand travels down your navel. He cups your pussy, his fingers playing with your slit. 

“Woof.”

He laughs, he is not oblivious to the fact about how pathetic this makes both of you look but he 

can’t help it. 

It makes his dick hard. 

His fingers graze along your dripping cunt before settling on your stiff, little pearl. He flicks your cute clit and you cry. Your insides clenching and your mind going crazy, Dabi keeps rubbing onto your clit until you cum.

You let out a loud moan as you feel slick running down your legs. The pressure finally bursts and you see heaven. Dabi still holds you close to him, wrapping his arms around you dearly. 

“That’s the second time you’ve disobeyed me, puppy?” he rasps in your ear and you freeze. The state of ecstasy that you had found yourself in, finally fading away. You open your mouth to speak but Dabi shuts you up by shoving his fingers into your mouth. 

“You’re being a little bratty these days, it’s time we let you in ‘timeout’, right?” 

Your face pales and stomach. 

You cry for forgiveness hoping Dabi would reconsider but we all know, he doesn’t give second chances. 

[softholand]

in a heartbeat - h.o

pairing: harrison osterfield x reader

summary: dancing in the kitchen, a kiss, and a whole lot of feelings

warnings: angst, fluff

words: 2.5k

a/n: yay, my first harrison one shot!! if you feel like you’ve seen this before, you probably did lol i posted this yesterday but t*mblr decided to glitch, eat the two firsts paragraphs and don’t let me fix it, which was great :)) but it’s here now and it would mean the world to me if you guys read it and let me know your thoughts <333 ily all, enjoy!! xx

This was not how you expected your last month to go. Sharing a house with one of your best friends and another three, almost unknown, boys. It’s true that you also didn’t expect to find your boyfriend, now ex, in bed with another girl, and not just any other girl, it had to be your roommate. You were left with no choice, and no house, that’s how you found yourself at Harrison’s door all those days back. He welcomed you with open arms, before asking if you wanted him to punch your ex in the face, which you denied, even though he totally deserved it.

Yes, living with four boys was chaotic, but you couldn’t deny you liked being the “mom” of the house. You helped them with things that, before you, they had absolutely no idea how to do. Like operating the washing machine and how to properly clean a bathroom. It was fun and at the end of the day, you were grateful you had Harrison to accommodate you while you figured things out.

Yes, living with four boys was chaotic, but you couldn’t deny you liked being the “mom” of the house. You helped them with things that, before you, they had absolutely no idea how to do. Like operating the washing machine and how to properly clean a bathroom. It was fun and at the end of the day, you were grateful you had Harrison to accommodate you while you figured things out.

You had met Harrison through work and immediately hit it off. He was the sweetest and funniest guy ever and in just a couple of weeks, you two were practically glued to the hip. Okay, maybe you had a crush on him at the beginning but after not being very successful with subtlety letting him know, you gave up, and then you met your boyfriend and the feeling simply went away.

But now, sharing a house and spending most of your time with him, you had your doubts about said feelings. Like right now, where you two were currently doing the dishes, after a delicious dinner you and the boys had cooked. Harrison had his favorite playlist playing on the speakers, and while you washed the dishes, he dried them, sneaking some dance moves between each utensil you gave him.

Every Breath You Take by The Police suddenly came in and it was like your friend’s whole personality suddenly changed. He sang and danced to the lyrics while putting the already dry stuff away in the cabinets. His energy level was so high you couldn’t resist, joining him on his little performance.

You sang the lyrics at the top of your lungs, playfully turning your eyes to Harrison every time the song said “I’ll be watching you”, which made him laugh. At one point, he wrapped his arms around your waist, spinning you and your wet and foamy hands around. “You idiot, look at what you’ve done!” You smirked, splashing some of the soapy water at him. “No, you didn’t!” Harrison exclaimed, before also putting his hands on the sink, joining your little game.

Minutes later, both you and the kitchen were dripping wet, covered in foam, still laughing and playing around. Harrison kept splashing water around, while you tried to get away from him, without falling on your butt given the damp floors. Your laughter was loud and it didn’t stop until the song Iris by Go-Go Dolls started to play on the speakers. You immediately tensed, abruptly stopping your movements, which of course, caught Harrison’s attention.

“You okay?” He promptly asked, clearly concerned by your sudden change of behavior. “Yeah, no… it’s just, this was mine and Brad’s song.” You said, feeling stupid for even saying your ex-boyfriend’s name. “Oh, do you want me to change it?” He questioned, to which you shake your head. “No, it’s okay! I won’t let him ruin one of my favorite songs.” You sighed, propping yourself up on the kitchen counter.

In seconds, he was by your side, bravery putting one of his arms around your back, making you smile, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I’m sorry!” He mumbled, to which you scoffed. “It’s okay, Haz! It’s not your fault he’s a dick.” You said, managing to laugh, which was enough for Harrison to smile. “It just makes me sad seeing you like this.” The blonde breathed, squeezing your side. “Don’t worry, Haz! You’re already doing more than enough for me.” You smiled, facing him.

Only then you realized how close the two of you really were, mere centimeters between each of your faces. You took your time to admire, even more, his eyes. You never understood why people called it ocean eyes but after meeting Harrison, you did because there was not a word to describe the intensity his blue eyes carried.

Subconsciously, or not, he leaned in, meeting your lips in a sweet kiss. It was like the world stopped and everything you could think about was Harrison. He was in every one of your thoughts, invading your mind the way his lips invaded your mouth. Your hands were on his hair, while he kept pushing your body closer and closer to his until you were almost on top of him.

“Hey, Haz! Have you seen my…? Oh, sorry!” The sudden voice made you both jump, completely startled, looking in the direction of it. Harry was standing a few feet away, with an apologetic expression. You quickly got out of the kitchen counter and tried to avoid both of the boy's eyes. “I’ll just… go!” That was the only thing you said before taking off to your room.

“Man, I’m so sorry! I didn’t know…” Harry tried to apologize but Harrison just shrugged him off, assuring him it was fine. It wasn’t though. “What happened?” The ginger-haired boy asked, taking a couple of steps closer. “I don’t know, we were just listening to music and doing the dishes, we started dancing and playing around with the water and… fuck, I don’t know. She said the song was hers and her ex-boyfriend’s and I tried to console her and we both kinda went for it.” Harrison tried his best to explain, while nervously passing his fingers through his blonde locks.

“I mean, this is good, right?” Harry asked, knowing his friend's growing feelings for you, but Haz shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know, Harry! I don’t think she was ready for it. Fuck, I’m an idiot!” Haz groaned. “Hey, stop that! Just let her, give her some time, and then you can talk and solve this whole thing up.” Harry said, trying his best to calm his friend. “Yeah, you’re right! I’ll talk to her tomorrow!” The blonde sighed, going back to his kitchen chores.

A day turned into two, then three, and suddenly a week had already passed and you and Harrison hadn’t had that conversation. You spend most of your days in your room, getting out to cook, eat and help your roommates with house chores, not once directing words differently than “Good morning!” or “Goodnight!” to them.

To Harrison, you didn’t really seem to mind but he was honestly losing it. His friends could tell he was miserable for the last week, so they finally sat him down and talked, encouraging him to talk to you. Harrison was apprehensive in the beginning but after a little bit of convincing, he decided the boys were right, he had to talk to you. So when he saw you in the backyard, with a book in your hands, he knew it was his perfect chance to do that.

Carefully to not startle you, he opened the sliding glass doors and joined you on the patio. “Hey!” He breathed, getting your attention. “Oh, hi!” You said, immediately closing your book, having an idea of what was about to happen. “I’m sorry, y/n! I was an idiot and shouldn’t have kissed you without asking you first.” He blurted, making you sigh. “Haz, it’s okay! You don’t have to apologize!” You assured him. “I think I have!” The blonde whimpered. “You don’t! I told you, it’s okay! It just took me by surprise!” You said, taking his clammy hands on yours.

“Does that means….” Harrison trailed off, getting his hopes up, only for it to come crashing down at your next words. “I don’t really know what it means, Haz! I’m sorry, it’s still too soon, my feelings are a little confused right now to say at least.” The sound of his heart breaking was so loud, he was almost sure you could hear it too. “Oh, o-okay…” He smiled sadly, making your own break this time. “I’m really sorry, Haz!” You tried apologizing, but he was quick to stop you. “No, it’s fine! You don’t have to apologize, y/n!” He sniffed, and you could see a single tear fighting to come out of the corner of his eye.

You kept holding his hands, feeling completely broken for what you just did, but you were indeed extremely confused. Your feelings were everywhere at the moment and you felt like you really needed some time to think. “Listen, I’m going to stay with Elsa for a little bit.” You started, making Harrison widen his eyes. “What? Why?” He inquired, feeling guilty already. “I just… I need some time, Haz! And don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful you offered me a room and let me stay when I needed to, but I think I have to stay away to understand what’s going on here.” You said, motioning to your head.

And true to your words, you left the very next day. Harrison hugged you goodbye and wished you luck, even smiled while watching you get into the cab, but as soon as he closed the door, he collapsed in front of his friends. “I’m an idiot! I shouldn’t have kissed her! Now she’s gone and it’s my fault!” He cried while Tom rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. “She just needs some time, Haz! You guys would be alright!” The brunette assured him once again, but Harrison wasn’t having any of it. “No, it’s all my fault! I screwed up and ruined our friendship! Now she’s gone!” He cried, getting up from the sofa, slamming his bedroom door.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into a month without you living with the boys. Harrison was terrible the first days, he felt empty and like it was his fault you weren’t there anymore. But, as everyone says, time heals everything, now, a whole month after, he was feeling better. He realized, on the time you were gone, that he could live without you, of course, he could, that’s exactly what he’s been doing for the last month. The thing is, he didn’t want to, he wanted you by his side, even if you decided to be just friends, that was fine, he just really missed his best friend and so, he decided to go to Elsa’s place, where you were currently staying and tell you just that.

When he got that, his hands were sweating and he could feel his body shake with nerves, having to take deep breaths to calm himself down. “It’s just y/n, Harrison! It’s just y/n!” He tried to remember but that was exactly the reason why he was like that. It was you, his best friend, the most beautiful person he’s ever met, the only girl who could make him laugh, and the only one who’s seen him ugly cry. It was you and your dreamy eyes and hypnotizing laugh. The girl that could make his heart do somersaults on his chest and the one he wanted by his side for the rest of his life.

Before he could even ring the bell, the door swung open, revealing you on the other side, carrying a trash bag. “Haz?” You inquired, surprised. “Hi!” He answered, feeling his throat suddenly dry. “What are you doing here?” You asked, confused with his presence. “I was— I was hoping we could talk?” The blonde murmured, swallowing his nerves. “Oh, yeah! Come in!” You smiled, getting out of the way. “You were living? I can come back if you’re busy.” Harrison asked but you just shrugged him off. “No, I was just gonna take the trash out but that can wait!” You chuckled, disposing of the plastic bag, before offering him a seat.

“So, how are you?” You smiled, making Harrison even more nervous. “I’m good! Thanks! The boys miss you though, I miss you!” Haz admits, making you blush. “I miss you guys too, trust me, living with Elsa is not half as fun as living with all of you.” You laughed and just then Harrison realized how much he missed hearing this sound.

“I know you asked for time and if you need more, I understand, I just— I had to talk to you.” The blonde started, ready to let his feelings out. “It’s funny, you said you needed time to think and when you were away, it gave me time to think too. I didn’t know I needed it but turns out, I did.” He laughed. “I— I like you, y/n! Like… a lot! And I don’t know but the last few days made me think about how much I want you in my life. It doesn’t matter if it’s as a friend or something more, I just want my best friend back.” Harrison breathed, looking into your eyes for answers.

After clearing your throat, you answered, “I want you in my life too, Haz! You’re my best friend and I missed you like crazy.” Harrison smiled. “And I mean, Elsa’s girlfriend is moving in next week so, I kinda need a place to stay.” You told him, watching his eyes widen. “This means you are coming back?” He questioned, to which you nodded. “If you and the rest of boys are okay with that.”

You squealed, feeling Harrison’s arms around you. “Yes! Of Course, we’re okay with that!” He beamed, before realizing what he did. “I’m sorry!” He quickly apologized, trying to move away, but you stopped him. “There’s one more thing though.” You said, sealing your lips to his. You were dying to do it since the last time he kissed you and now, with him in your arms, you could finally feel his lips again.

“Turns out, I really like you too! And this time away only made me realize that. I want you in my life, Haz! But as you said before, a little bit more than friends this time.” You smiled, feeling insecure until Harrison’s stunned face made you smile. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to rush things just...” You cut him off with another kiss and this time, he smiled into it, pulling your body closer to his. “I mean it, Haz! I wanna be with you!” You reaffirmed, smiling into another kiss.

Just as Harrison pulled you into his lap and went for another kiss, you both heard the song Iris by Go-Go Dolls playing. You gasped, looking at Harrison. “Did you plan this?” You asked, completely shocked, but Harrison shook his head. “I have no idea where this is coming from.” He laughed, squeezing your sides.”Well, it seems like it’s destiny then!” You smirked, kissing him again.

You knew one of Elsa’s neighbors was loud and always listening to music but at that moment, you decided to believe in your theory, after all, the song that broke you apart now had also brought you two back together.

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[folklord]

3. winless fight

part 3 of HOAX series | din djarin x f!reader (au)

ao3 | my masterlist

summary: when you promised the Empire that you would destroy Mandalore, you did not expect that approximating your old friend would become yet another obstacle in your hoax. Suddenly, to know Din Djarin was to watch the death of your past plans and, at the same time, the creation of a faithless love.

warnings: this part is about war, literally. mentions of blood, death and injuries. emotional vulnerable din. season 2 spoilers. but don't worry, next one is all about romance | word count: 2k

thanks @mrpascals for the review <3

About ten Mandalorians stared intently at the Mand'alor instructions in the meeting room. All war strategies were taught by him in a didactic way and all questions were calmly answered. You were there for about ten minutes, waiting for your permission to speak. Bo Katan and Vizla often questioned Din about his tactics, but the two seemed to have opposite ideas. Din acted as a mediator between the polarities in the room.

"Can the Empire's presence be confirmed?" The Mand’alor asked, bringing you back to the present moment.

“I did a meticulous analysis. It was, in fact, a kind of BT-1, the ancient droid of Darth Vader.” All the Mandalorians began to whisper upon hearing the famous name, while Din continued to stare at you. “But that doesn't mean anything. The circumscribed initials are from a disabled imperial cruiser. And believe me, the Empire would not send messages or threats in the form of carcasses.”

Silence filled the room for a few seconds until Din’s voice echoed between the walls:

“You may leave. Kaya, please stay.”

It was surprising how everything was going according to your plan. Every person who left the room stared at you, especially Bo Katan - you already knew her from past situations, but her crystal eyes seemed to burn you when they analyzed you from head to toes.

Approaching Din after the last soldier left, you noticed that the visor was facing a specific place: Keldabe, the old capital. He seemed to have lost himself in his thoughts, so you decided to start a conversation.

"Din, if I may ask…" he turned to you, "Why are you so sure an imperial invasion will happen?"

"Because I screwed up Moff Gideon's plans." The tone of his voice as he spoke that very specific name sent goosebumps through your body. You kept staring at the helmet, waiting for him to explain even though you already knew what happened. “The child… Grogu was special. He is special… He was important to the Empire”

“Grogu…” you repeated the name, as an affirmation.

“Moff gave me the darksaber so easily, and laughed at Bo Katan's frustration when she saw me with the weapon that she wanted so badly… But he didn't care, as long as he had the kid.” His voice cracked. You could swear his eyes were teary. “But he didn't expect… No one expected a Jedi to save Grogu. Gideon shivered in fear as Luke Skywalker destroyed all of his droids, and he did it all alone.” The last word was said almost in a whisper. “The Empire does not dare to challenge him to get Grogu back, not without the saber that is now in my hands…”

“And you are sure that they will come because they know that Mandalore is already too weak to fight...”

Your words were chosen carefully. Din turned to face the board, and his left hand held a miniature of a Mandalorian soldier so tightly that you could only see half the helmet escaping between his thumb and forefinger. In that instant, you knew it was the perfect time for your next move because it was clear that Din took everyone out of the room to be alone with you, so he could be vulnerable. He trusted you enough to let you watch even the human being behind the tiniest beskar slowly slip between his fingers.

“Din, you saved my life… and it was so easy for you…” stepping closer, you took his hand between yours. The black glove was rough on your skin, but you didn't hesitate to draw small invisible circles over it with your thumb until Din was slowly undoing his fist. “I noticed, two different groups are respecting you and they are all fine… The child, Grogu, is fine” the miniature Mandalorian soldier was already a little crumpled, but you kept it on his palm. "There is no other Mandalorian with more honor than you."

When you finished the sentence, Din tried to remove his hand, but you pulled him by the fingers. The miniature fell to the ground, but the loud sound its fall produced was unimportant when you decided to hold his right hand as well. His hands were so big that they covered yours, but you found a way to fit them between your palms.

"I did what I had to do." His voice cracked.

“You did so much more…” you looked directly into the visor, trying to meet his eyes. “He wasn't your son and you crossed the galaxy to rescue him, you fought ruthlessly against villains to have him back… That's all Mandalore needs, a protector, a lover…”

“It was this love for him that made me less Mandalorian.”

The words came out with tremendous anger and pain. His hands dropped yours into the air, making you realize again how cold Mandalore's air was today and how he had warmed you. You rubbed your palms together to recover from the heat shock, while his last sentence still echoed in your ears. What made him less Mandalorian and yet worthy of the Crown? What had Moff Gideon not told you?

"Din, I-"

"Sir!" A child in mandalorian armor ran across the room to Din, leaving your words stuck in your throat. "Mand’alor, the Empire is here!"

His exit from the room was so fast that you almost didn't see it, and in the seconds you tried to process what had just happened, the first imperial attack came upon the skies: you saw through the window that the place you admired, where the children were playing yesterday, was already on fire.

"Kaya!" The same child who alerted Din called you, pulling you by your cloak. "The Mand'alor told me to give this to you." He handed a key into your hands. "He told you to take your weapons and go to the Great Room: Burc'ya vaal burk'yc, burc'ya veman."

The key was to the Kyr'bes Room, you deduced. Din had given you the key to the entire Mandalorian arsenal, unaware that you were the greatest imperial weapon - and you were pointed directly at him.

(...)

The next few moments went out so fast that you didn't have time to think. With the key in your hand, you opened the room and searched for your weapons. The rest of the arsenal was made of the kind of weapons that not even the soldiers could carry with their bodies and that would, therefore, also be useless to you. Din's voice echoed down the hall, mixed with the screams and doors being rashly shut.

With your weapons, you ran to the Great Room, the same one you were greeted in. Din was standing next to his throne, in front of hundreds of Mandalorians, all facing their Mand'alor.

“…and you know they only want me. So protect your ade, Mandalore's future must remain safe"

All the children were taken to a corridor on the right, and you noticed that none of them hesitated or cried. This was the most beautiful example of how Mandalore culture raised their warriors.

“We know all the strategies and we know that there are no better creatures than the Mandalorians when it comes to wars. But we also know that our weakness is in our differences. Don't you dare fall into the imperial tactic of playing us against each other… this is the oldest trick in the galaxy, and it always works.”

Din took his darksaber and walked across the room until he was face-to-face with Bo Katan.

“Someone once told me: Mandalorians are stronger together. This is the way.”

The huge doors began to open as some Mandalorians put on their helmets and took up position. The Mand'alor, in front of them all, held his saber in his right hand and the beskar spear in his left. You saw at the opening, the glare of the imperial bombs hitting the planet's ground.

“Aruetii! Aru'ela!” someone in the crowd shouted. You knew what it meant: foreigner, enemy.

Suddenly, the doors closed again. The rattling of armor echoed off the palace walls and all the Mandalorians turned against you. All the blood in your body was frozen.

One of them, in blue armor, came out of the crowd with a spear similar to Din's and pointed it at you, positioning it right in your chest. You almost acted on impulse and wrenched the spear from your body to start a fight, but Din's visor — highlighted over the crowd by the reflection of the darksaber's light — made you hesitate.

"What are you implying?" You tried to speak as calmly as possible.

"You entered the room confirming that this was an imperial droid. In the next moment, they are already on our planet. Aru'ela!”

Shit. Moff was a real son of a bitch. You weren't even allowed to take control of the situation… you were, really, just an imperial doll who needed to find a quick way out.

“Can't you smell smoke under your helmet? Your planet is coming-”

“Aru'ela!” this time, everyone screamed. Dozens of soldiers raised their weapons in your direction.

"KE'MOT!" Din's scream followed by the sound of the spear hitting one of the doors made everyone fall silent. In the next instant, everyone turned to him, except the man holding the spear, at which point was almost ripping off your clothing.

The doors opened again, probably on Din's orders, but you were too nervous to be sure. Then everyone shifted their bodies and turned their weapons down. The blue soldier with the spear ran the point down your neck, but without hurting you, just as a warning which you understood very well. When the entire doors were open, the crowd went out towards the battlefield that had become the Palace garden. It wasn't hard to tell Din apart from the rest of the crowd: his darksaber cut through every droid and every stormtrooper in just one try.

[...]

You were fighting for Mandalore. Everything you've done so far resulted at that moment when you decided to hurt the first stormtrooper - but this one seemed insignificant when you lost count of how many you'd already killed. You were an intruder, an aruetii, fighting for the wrong side as hard as your body and heart could - and you were already feeling the effects of that effort. Your now weak arms acted like an instrument of annihilation and your legs tried to find a balance between the bodies of imperial soldiers on the ground. Your entire physique felt like a death machine on autopilot. Nothing stopped you until you realized there were no more stormtroopers around, at the same moment when your eyes caught the glimmer of Din's darksaber against Moff Gideon's neck, and an imperial weapon bigger than an X-WING directed to the Mandalorian Palace.

From the distance you were, and the weakness your body was at, you couldn't see much beyond blurs. All the Mandalorians around had guns pointed at the Empire - which at that moment, as far as you could see, was just Moff Gideon and a dozen private soldiers. The instant you've managed to open your eyes again, the glow of Din's saber seems to have faded and you saw Gideon walk toward his ship. The imperial weapon was dragged into the cruiser, and everything disappeared into the sky.

When there was nothing else to distract you, your exhaustion took over. Your legs could no longer support the weight of your body, making your knees ache as you hit the sand floor. As you tried to draw in more oxygen, the right side of your body throbbed as if it had been burned. Sitting on your feet, you brought your hands up to your ribs, and shit, you were bleeding.

If there was anything in the galaxy that was divine, you'd be sure to beg now so you could at least get away near some body of water. You haven't seen or felt clean, natural water since you were a child when everything was still fine. In your dreams, you imagined your death with the sound of a lake in the background, but all you could make out at that moment was the sound of someone approaching you and beskar material crashing against some surface.

“Cyare… what did you do?”

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Of Kings & Queens (Part One)

Warnings: none!  A/N: Here’s the first part! This is mostly context to the story, with a sneak peak of Prince Charlie! I’ll upload a little more tomorrow! AU!Prince Charlie Gillespie x Fictional Character Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece! In no way do I claim characters in this piece act this way in real life.

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Four Kingdoms stood strong.  North, East, South and West.  Four Royal Families would unite the land. The Blood of Gillespie would rule the cold North, bountiful with forestry and game. The Blood of Shada would rule the Eastern coast and land, mastering the stormy seas and its’ treasures. The Blood of Joyners would rule the hot Southern lands, gathering the resources for petrol that kept the Kingdoms running. The Blood of Lee would rule the golden coast of the Western lands, providing crops and livestock to feed the people. In each Kingdom, a Ruler to bring prosperity and peace to all its’ people.

Dawn was breaking and people were already moving busily about the Western Kingdom. As more people woke, the excitement in the air increased, for today was a special day. Festivities would start early in the day and go late into the night as the Western Kingdom celebrated the coming of age the Princess. Not only was it the Princess’ birthday, it also signified that the Princess was now officially on the Royal Market, searching for a partner to become King of the Western Kingdom. Tonight’s celebration at the castle would bring people from all over the nation, including the royal families from the Eastern, Southern, and Northern kingdoms. Farmers harvested and packed their crops and livestock, Bakers made fresh delights by the dozens, Florists put out their best and brightest flowers and the Merchants polished their wares. This special occasion would bring people from all over the Four Kingdoms to their stores in celebration and vacation. All the work that was being put into the celebration brought the citizens together and united them on this special day. 

Well... At least the citizens were excited...

The Princess was awoken by her best friend and handmaiden, much to her displeasure. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head as the curtains in her room were parted, trying to ignore the hustle and bustle going around her. She knew what day it was, and this made her want to stay in bed for much longer. She even debated not getting up at all. As her handmaiden made herself busy and gave directions to other servants that had entered her room, the princess pulled a pillow over her head, trying to make it clear that she had no intention of getting up. With a heavy sigh, her confidant gave the other servants orders and ushered them out before shutting the door softly behind them.

“Liv. I love you and you know how I feel about today, but I would really appreciate it if you would cooperate so we don’t have the queen on our butts this early” the princess groaned and her best friend pulled the covers off her body. She flinched at the bright sunlight streaming into her room.

“I’m not getting up today Sav. It’s not happening” Savannah shook her head and rolled her eyes at her friend. She knew that Olivia could be quite the drama queen, but today she needed her to cooperate so that she wouldn’t fall behind schedule. Savannah glanced at the clock, already knowing that the extra 15 minutes she allotted was now gone. 

“Liv, unless you want to bathe in a cold bath, you will get up or so help me I will dump ice water on you myself!” Olivia groaned and finally sat up looking at her best friend with disdain. “Listen, I know you don’t want to do Today. I get it. But you don’t need another reason to get on the nerves of the King and Queen today” Savannah’s voice sounded slightly distressed and Olivia felt a little guilty at her dramatization this morning.

Olivia and Savannah were best friends ever since she could remember. Savannah was the only friend she had growing up in the palace and was the only friend her parents let her have that wasn’t Royalty. Sure, there were the Duchesses and Countesses of the smaller lands in the Western Kingdom, but Olivia always found them snooty or rude. Savannah’s family had been helping the royal family for generations and they were integral parts of the inner workings of the palace. Naturally, when Savannah’s parents were busy at work Savannah would wander the halls until she found Olivia. The two were like sisters and the King and Queen appreciated the hard work her family put in to serving the Royal family. 

And while the Royal family paid them handsomely while providing them lodging, Olivia couldn’t help but feel a little guilty at times when the difference in their status showed. Olivia rarely wore the same dress twice, while Savannah had a very modest and small wardrobe. Olivia had a private instructor, while Savannah went to the school with other children. But Savannah never really cared and that’s what Olivia loved about her. She was a true and honest friend who Olivia felt safe confiding in.

“Sorry Sav. I didn’t mean to make this any harder on you than it already has been” Olivia offered her friend a smile, patting the spot beside her on the bed. “Think you can spend a few minutes off your feet? Debrief me on the day if you will?” Savannah greatly accepted the spot, giving her a knowing look and a big sigh.

“Well Princess-” Olivia glared at Savannah at the title. “You need to get into the baths and get clean so I can do your hair and make up before the lady the Queen hired arrives. There is no way I’m letting you face the neighbouring nations’ heirs with makeup and hair that I don’t approve of.” Olivia laughed at Savannah’s possessiveness.

“Do we know if the royal families are coming or just their heirs?” Olivia gave a stretch, preparing herself to start the day.

“To my knowledge, just the heirs... But I hear that Prince Charles is quite handsome!” Olivia rolled her eyes as Savannah winked at her. “What? I can’t help it! You hear the chitter chatter in the palace halls. They arrived yesterday and some of the other servants have already been gushing about him. He’s apparently really charming and great husband material” Savannah saw the look of defeat briefly cross her friend’s eyes, before covering it up with an annoyed sigh. “But enough of that. Let’s get you cleaned and dressed and ready to greet our guests.”

***

“Alright Liv, take a deep breath and hold it, I’m pulling up the zipper!” Olivia did as she was told, while Savannah pulled up the zipper to her dress. She was already dreading the fact that she would have to wear the elaborate garb for several hours. Although the light blue gown was absolutely stunning and represented her fashion sense too, she didn’t expect it to come in several pieces. After putting on two layers of skirt, she had a separate top that needed to be zipped up and a cape draped over her shoulders. She could already feel the weight of the material weighing her down a bit and she sighed at the fact that they hadn’t put on her jewelry yet. Savannah and her helpers busied themselves about putting on a bracelet here and a necklace there. Another girl was putting on her earrings while the other made small hems to her dress. Olivia felt like the dolls that her and Savannah played with as little girls.

“Voila! I’ve outdone myself!” Savannah exclaimed, admiring her bestfriend’s transformation, stepping away from her so that she could see herself in the mirror. As much as Olivia didn’t want to like this moment, she couldn’t stop the smile that graced her face. Her best friend had listened to her every request about her dress. Her mother insisted that her first dress be floor length, modest and a Queen Ann neckline. She requested that the dress be midnight blue with the lace accents to be gold. Her mother criticized her colour choice, saying that dark colours were for the evening, not the morning. Olivia argued that if she had no say in the dress at all, she would go naked, a response in which her mother glared angrily at her. However, as she looked at herself in the mirror, she realized that Savannah had taken her mother’s requests and her requests and blended them together. She had a high waisted, A-line skirt that held the princess look her mother wanted, but it wasn’t so big that Olivia felt like a pastry. The Queen Ann neckline was a dark blue mesh with gold lace accents that extended into long sleeves for her arms. Her bodice held very little decoration as the bottom of her dress held all the royal ornate details. The velvet floor length cape was held together by a golden broach.

As per tradition, Olivia wore her family jewels. The gold diamond festoon necklace sat proudly upon her collar and the gold and sapphire earrings were prominent but not over done. A small dainty gold bracelet sat on her wrist and her family ring decorated her right hand. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a loosened braided low bun with the occasional curl framing her face.

“You’ve done a fine job Savannah” the girls jumped at the voice of the Queen. Quickly turning around, Savannah curtsied to her majesty and Olivia followed with a smaller curtsy. “Savannah, could you please grab the tiara out of the case?”

“Yes, your majesty” Savannah hurried over to the velvet case on the vanity and presented it to the Queen. The small but simple gold tiara sparkled in the light of the room. As the Queen gently picked the tiara up, Olivia bowed, lowering her head, a gesture she was all too familiar with. Her mother placed her tiara upon her head and held her face in her hands. She kissed her daughter on the head, careful not to get any lipstick on her.

“The gods have been great to bless me with a daughter as beautiful as you.” Olivia smiled at her mom, not expecting the sudden emotional tenderness she displayed. “Happy Birthday my dearest. Promise me you’ll try to behave yourself today?” Olivia scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I’ll try” her mother chuckled softly.

“Just like your father... All I ask is that you give today a chance to be great. You might be surprised at the unexpected events that may present themselves to you” Olivia could never see herself being as polished as her mother. She knew her mother had her best interest at heart, but Olivia couldn’t help but feel like her mother was forcing her to fit into traditional roles of the Kingdom. “If you’ll excuse me, I must be on my way to the throne room. I shall see you shortly Olivia. Savannah, please ensure that the Princess does not stall. I would hate to have her tardy for her grand entrance.”

“Yes your highness!” Savannah curtsied as her mother and the remaining servants exited, leaving the two of them in the room. “Ready to go my lady?”

“Savannah, you know you can drop the formalities around me.” Olivia stepped off the round fitting platform, Savannah catching her arm as Olivia stumbled for a moment, not used to wearing heels. “It makes me feel weird!”

“I know, but we are going to be around tons of people today and most of them would probably have my head if I called you by name in front of them. I’ll be at your side the entire time, but when others are around, you have to remember I’m your attendant” Olivia sighed in slight disappointment, but she knew her friend was right.

“How is it that you’re not the Princess and I am? You’d be way better at this than I am” Savannah giggled at her remarks and dusted her dress off before they opened the door. They knew that her royal guards were right behind it and that as soon as they exited the room, their dynamic had to change.

“Please, I can’t hide my feelings as easily as you. When I think someone is an idiot, it’s clear all over my face and I don’t even notice it!” they shared a laugh as they opened the door and officially started the day. 

But they didn’t expect to see a brown haired man zoom by them in hysterical laughter as a taller blonde man chased after him. 

“Charlie! Get back here with my crown!” and the two disappeared around the corner. Olivia blinked in shocked, trying to process whether the scene in front of her happened or not. As her and Savannah shared a look and shrugged their shoulders, they realized that today was going to indeed be very eventful.

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Memories to Keep

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You discover Bucky keeps diaries about his life, who knew they would change yours?

Warnings: Some swearing, little bit of angst and a whole load of fluff

Word count: 3K

A/N: (gif not mine) Ahhh the return to Bucky fluff. This is for the lovely @angelinathebook and her 300 challenge. I had the prompt “The memories I have with you, are the best memories I have.” I tried to be a little more creative with this one so I hope you like it.

Not beta read, any mistakes are my own.

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An odd scratching noise woke you from your slumber. You squinted across the bed to see the bedside lamp on and your boyfriend still sat up in bed.

“Buck, what’s going on?” you murmured, still half asleep.

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean to wake you.” Buck reached across and gently swiped his thumb across your cheek.

“ ‘s okay.” You pushed yourself up so that you leaning against the headboard, drawing your knees up so that you were mimicking Bucky. After rubbing your eyes and blinking a couple of times you looked across at him and spotted a notebook resting against his thighs and a pencil in his hand.

“So that was what the scratching sound was. I thought we had mice,” your voice wavering slightly as you stretched your arms out in front of you.

“Nope no mice doll, just writing,” he chuckled softly.

“We’ve been going out for 6 months and known you for 2 years. I don’t think I have ever seen you writing before.”

“I’m not surprised, you sleep like a log. I normally wait ‘til your asleep doll,” you elbowed him gently and he clutched his arm in mock hurt.

“Hey you know what I’m like if I don’t get my 8 hours.” Bucky rolled his eyes at you and grinned.

“Yeah I learnt that the hard way. I remember trying to get you up for breakfast after one of Tony’s parties, I was actually terrified you were going to murder me,” Bucky couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice.

“In my defence I was hungover and it was 8 in the morning, to be honest that was entirely your fault,” you yawned and leaned over to snuggle up against Bucky who lifted up his arm to let you get closer.

“What you writing anyway, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“You can ask me whatever you want doll, it’s um-” he scratched his head with the end of the pencil as he tried to find the right word “- a diary I guess, just stuff I don’t want to forget.”

Your brows furrowed together and you tilted your head up to look at him properly. “What do you mean forget?”

A sadness filled his eyes as he looked at you. “Um I know what it’s like not to remember things, if I keep a diary then if, you know the soldier ever got activated then –“ his words tailed off and he sighed heavily, “-it’s like an insurance policy. It took ages for me to remember everything before. There is stuff that’s happened recently that I can’t afford to forget.” There were tears in his eyes now, lips pressed into tight line.

You nuzzled into his chest, arm tightening around his stomach squeezing him gently. He leaned down and placed a kiss to the top of your head. “You know that’s not going to happen Buck, don’t you? Shuri made sure that would never happen.”

“I just can’t run the risk doll,” he placed another quick kiss and closed his notebook, the pencil marking his the page and put it on the bedside table. “I’m gonna get a drink, you want one?” You untangled yourself from his so he could get off the bed. You smiled and shook your head.

As Bucky expected you were asleep again. He picked up his notepad from where he had left it, gingerly clambered back into bed as to not wake you. After his finished writing his entry for the day he clicked of the lamp and curled himself around your body. Even in your sleep you instinctively moved, pushing your body against him and gripping onto the arm he had thrown over your waist.

Bucky knew he couldn’t live without you. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would ever meet someone like you, that would let him in, treat him as normal person. He had never felt a love like it. Steve cared about him deeply and showed him every day. But you. He didn’t deserve you, the looks of adoration you aimed at him every time he walked into a room. He treasured every second he had ever spent with you even before you were together as a couple.

From the moment he had met you he knew there could never be anyone else. He had resigned himself to being your friend but when you had asked him out he could have exploded with joy. The thought of losing you made his chest tighten but he knew that one day something could come between you, that was part of the reason behind the diaries. He needed evidence that his time with you wasn’t just a dream but something real. Bucky had never imagined himself with a wife or kids or even a proper future until he met you. As he listened to your soft sighs as you slept he knew exactly what he had to do.

xxx

The other side of the bed was empty when you woke. As you stretched out like a starfish your fingers brushed up against a piece of paper. You took hold of it to see Bucky’s distinctive cursive writing on it.  

‘Sorry doll, didn’t want to wake you. Gone on an emergency mission should be back later tonight. Can you do something for me Y/N? (I’m gonna assume you’re going to agree J ) Please open my bedside cabinet?”

Quickly you climbed off the bed and knelt down in front of his bedside table and pulled open the door. Inside there was a small pile of leather-bound notebooks, similar to the one Bucky had been writing in last night. On top of these was another note.

‘These are all my journals from the last couple of years. Please read them and hopefully you will understand. I love you, B xxx”

So that is exactly what you did. You got yourself settled with a cup of tea and some snacks and hid yourself away in yours and Bucky’s room, knowing that it was the best place to avoid interruptions. The oldest of the books were written during Bucky’s time in Wakanda. It detailed the joy of having Steve back, making friends with Shuri and finding some acceptance of what he had been through and the reality of starting over again. He even hinted that birdbrain (Sam) didn’t seem too bad, he appreciated how loyal he had been to Steve and how he had sacrificed his own freedom for him.

When you got to the second book you found yourself reading about the first time you met Bucky.

Wakanda -  August 2018

Steve showed up and said the world is about to end. Surprisingly not the most interesting thing to happen today. A woman showed up with Steve, Y/N. No words would adequately describe her. She’s breath-taking and her smile lit up the room. I can still feel her hand in mine from when she shook me hand. There was no trace of fear when she introduced herself. Maybe she doesn’t know about me. All I know is before she showed up the end of the world didn’t seem too bad but now all I want is a chance to get to know her a little better. Steve better be wrong about tomorrow.

New York -  August 2022

5 years. I’ve lost 5 years of my life but on the upside the world didn’t actually end. Steve looks different; tired and there is a sadness to him. Y/N came and found me, turns out she wasn’t ‘dusted’. She said that the last five years had been awful. The world had changed and tried to move on as no one ever expected the team to succeed. But they hadn’t given up. She looks exactly the same as she did when I met her, which oddly was only yesterday for me but 5 years for her. Even covered in dirt and blood she was still the most beautiful person I have laid eyes on.

We sat and talked for hours whilst Steve was busy with the aftermath. I don’t think I have met anyone so easy to talk to, despite the day that she’d had she still managed to smile and laugh. Even though not much had happened to me in the grand scheme of things, she checked that I was alright and showed little concern for herself. When she left to find somewhere to sleep for the night she promised to catch me up on everything that had happened over the last 75 years. I never planned on re-joining the real world, I was just going to be a recluse and farm in Wakanda. Y/N makes me want more than that, is it possible that I can have a ‘normal’ life. Do I deserve it? All I know is that I haven’t been excited about anything for a long time, probably not since going to Coney Island with Steve. Now I am excited to start living again with Y/N as my guide.

You took a break at this point overwhelmed by what you were feeling. You could remember meeting Bucky for the first time; you had been so nervous. Steve had told you so much about him that you felt like you already knew him. Immediately you had been distracted by his eyes, they were impossibly blue and you could have spent hours looking into them. You had felt an immediate connection with him. But then of course Thanos happened and Bucky was ripped from your life before you even had chance to get to know him. All of the pain and challenges of those five years felt worth it the moment you saw Bucky again. You felt hopeful again. You had never known that he felt exactly the same way so early on.

For the next few hours you poured over Bucky’s journals, each page you turned your heart melting even more. As the diary entries moved on the content shifted. Most of what Bucky wrote was about the time he spent with you as you reintroduced him to the modern world. He outlined the moments where he realised he wanted more that friendship with you, the moments he started falling more and more in love with you. The first time you watched a film with him, the first time you ate lunch together, the first time you hugged him, your first date, your first kiss, the first time you admitted you loved each other. Each first was described in such detail you could see it all from his perspective. You had never felt so loved or in love with him. To anyone else this may seem a little obsessive or creepy but to you it made perfect sense. Bucky was afraid that one day he wouldn’t have his memories anymore, the thought of forgetting all the time he had spent with you terrified him. So, he wrote it all down to preserve it, that way he couldn’t forget everything, forget you.  

The fourth journal was the most recent. Bucky last entry was clearly the one he had started last night; the writing stopping midway through a sentence when you had clearly woken up and interrupted him. You flopped back onto the bed, your head landing on Bucky’s pillow, his diary clutched to your chest. Inhaling you took in that scent that was distinctly Bucky, a serene calmness washing over you. You weren’t sure why you did it but you turned to the next page. There was some writing there. Maybe Bucky had missed a page a while ago? You moved the page closer to your face so you could read it better. It was dated with today’s date.

Today is the day. I can’t wait any longer. You are the reason I still exist, you’re my everything. I realise that until I had you in my life I wasn’t living, simply existing. There is nothing in this world that I value more than the time we have spent together. The memories I have with you, are the best memories I have. With this in mind there’s one more thing I need to ask you to do doll.

Your eyes blurred with tears as you read the next line. Climbing off the bed, you quickly freshened up in the bathroom, pulled on some proper clothes and grabbed you bag before heading out the door. Bucky’s diary abandoned on the bed, open the last page he had written on.

xxx

Bucky headed straight for your room when he got back. He realised he had missed his time frame with it just having crept past midnight. This meant that you were likely in your room, curled up fast asleep in one of his t-shirts. He opened the door and noticed the light on, his diaries on the bed but worryingly you weren’t there. He glanced on the page that his diary had been left open and and immediately felt a wave of nausea. 

“FRIDAY, where is Y/N?” he said quietly.

“Miss Y/N is on the roof terrace Sargent Barnes.” He was already out of the door as FRIDAY finished her response.

He pushed open the doors and immediately spotted you leaning against the railings looking out over the city. Bucky’s heart was in his throat but as you turned and smiled at him, he felt instantly relieved.

“You’re late,” you teased.

Bucky covered the distance between you in a couple of long steps and went to wrap his arms around you but you stepped away. “Doll, come on. I missed you,” he pouted.

“I know, I missed you too but I have something to give you first,” you pulled the small leather-bound book out of the pocket of your trench coat and offered it to Bucky.

He took the book from your hand and inspected it with a look of utter confusion. “Doll isn’t this one of my books?”

“Nope, it’s new. I went out and bought it today,” you rolled your eyes at him. “Why don’t you open it?”

On the inside cover her spotted an inscription.  

To the love of my life,

From the first day I met you I knew I wanted to be in your life, whether that was as a friend, a lover or even a wife. Don’t ask me how I knew back then, maybe I didn’t, but every minute I spend with you just affirms what I know with all my heart. I can’t live without you James Barnes. I will spend every day showing you that because you are the best man I know. Today is the day you asked me to marry you and today is the day I say yes.

This book is for you to write down our memories, the ones created as husband and wife. Love always Y/N xxx

“Not factually correct anymore as you’re late,” you wiped away the tears that had slipped from your eyes.

He looked up at you, his own tears falling and his signature lopsided grin plastered to his face. “Doll, do you mean it?”

“Yes Bucky, I want to marry you. I’ve loved you for years, but reading your diaries-“ you sniffed as your emotions started to overwhelm you. “I love you, you’re –“ Your words were cut off when Bucky swept you up in his arms and swung you around, all the while peppering your face with butterfly kisses.

He finally put you down, one hand cupping your cheek and tilting your head up so that your watery eyes met his. “I love you. You’re my everything. I know I should have got on one knee and had a ring but I just couldn’t wait,” he was rambling now. “Shit, I shouldn’t have asked you by writing the question in a diary. I’m so-“

You stood up on your tiptoes and crashed you lips to his in an attempt to shut him up.

“Buck, it was perfect ok? I don’t care about a ring or a fancy proposal. I’m yours. I don’t need a piece of jewellery to know that. Plus, your way was a lot more romantic” He leaned his forehead against yours and sighed. “But, if it makes you feel better then ask me again,” you grinned.

He pulled away, placed the notebook carefully on the floor and got on one knee. “Y/N will you-“

“Yes” you blurted out. Bucky shook his head.

“You’re supposed to let me finish the question,” he chuckled. You mouthed sorry at him and pretended to zip up your lips.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Easiest question I have ever been asked. Yes, I will marry you Bucky Barnes.”

As soon as he stood again his mouth was on yours, his hands lightly gripping the side of your face keeping you close. Instinctively your hand went up to rest on his chest as you sighed into the kiss. His lips were soft, and gentle. There was no sense urgency in the way your lips moved against each other’s. There was no need. You had all the time in the world.

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[sweet-barnes]

Snake Eyes - part nine

Pairing: mob!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Summary: ’Snake eyes’ meaning the worst possible result; a complete lack of success. Getting caught up between two of the biggest mobs in the city was never how you expected your night to go, and falling for a mob boss can only end in disaster.

A/N: floooof! because we all deserve it right now, and i made up the dad joke in this part and i am sooo proud of it lmao i laughed so much at myself

Snake Eyes Masterlist // Moodboard

Part 8

There was a dull ache ebbing in your head as your eyes slowly opened. The room was still dark but you could see the light of the morning seeping in above the curtains. You laid as you were, slowly breathing as the events from yesterday filtered into your head. 

The feeling of Rumlow’s hand repeatedly hitting you, his voice in your ear, the men surrounding you and laughing at you. It caused a chill to shoot down your spine and you pulled the covers closer to your chin. 

That was when you caught the familiar musky smell surrounding you and taking over your senses. As your eyes adjusted to the dark, you realised you weren’t in your room. You didn’t recognise it but the smell encompassing you gave away where you were.

It was Bucky’s room. 

You slowly turned your head to the side, feeling a sharp pain in the left side of your face as you knocked the swelling that had become worse overnight. Moving it as far as you could, you made out the shadow of a man sleeping next to you. The slow rise and fall of his chest that matched the deep breathing that cut through the silence within the room.

How did this happen? How did you end up in his room? Sleeping in the same bed as him?

After Bucky and the others rescued you from the building you were taken to, everything else became a blur and you hadn’t cared much last night to take any of it in. You were too exhausted. But that only led to your confusion this morning as you woke up next to the mob boss.

You felt your heart beat increase as you continued to stare at him. You could start to make out the soft features of his face and the way he looked so peaceful as he was sleeping. You took a moment to let your eyes wander over him.

He was shirtless, his bare arm over the top of the cover and reaching towards your body. His large arms looking safe and warm, and his chest was slightly exposed. You could feel the heat radiating from his body through the covers. 

There was little space between you, and you felt the urge to reduce that space even more. To lift his arm and cuddle into his warm chest. To fall back asleep for the rest of the day with him and forget about the rest of the world.

But you knew he would want to talk about what happened yesterday. To find out who did this to you and make sure they got what they deserved, to protect you or at least to protect himself and his mob. You could feel the anxiety rise within you at the thought of telling him what you did. 

You had spilt information about Bucky to Rumlow out of fear, not wanting to be hurt anymore than you already were. Worrying he would do so much more if you didn’t cooperate, and now you were regretting it. 

Laying next to Bucky and seeing his soft features in the dim light made your heart ache at what you knew was coming. You just wanted to tell him, to warn him of what was happening to you and what could happen to him but you knew you would receive a worse punishment from Rumlow once he found out. He would always find a way to you if it meant taking Bucky down, he had made that very clear.

You tried to push down the feelings, to calm your breathing as you laid there. You needed to tune out the slight throbbing in your face which seemed to be getting worse.

Your eyes caught the slight movement from your side, and you turned your body to face Bucky as he stirred from his sleep. 

His eyes fluttered open and the small sparkle of blue shone in the lowly lit room. He let out a soft groan as he stretched and when his eyes finally settled on you, a small smile spread across his face. 

He couldn’t ignore the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach at the sight of your tired features next to him, the covers framing your face as your delicate eyes stared back at him. Throughout the night he noticed how your body kept shifting towards him, his skin overly sensitive at the presence of you in his bed and he felt like he was on fire whenever your hand accidentally brushed against him in your unconscious state. 

He may have let his hand wander towards your body knowingly, feeling your soft skin against his fingers, but he would never let you know it was on purpose. 

A silence had settled over the room as you both took each other in. You thought if you ever ended up in a situation like this, where you woke up in a strangers bed without remembering how you got there, you would be out of there before they woke up, but it was different with Bucky. Something made you want to stay. He calmed you and you wanted to be around him for as long as he would allow.

Bucky was the first one to break the silence. “Good morning, doll.”

No matter how many times he had sent you that message on a morning, hearing the words fall from his mouth in his sleep riddled voice was heavenly in comparison. You felt your heart tighten at the words and your breath hitched in your throat.

Bucky must have noticed the way your breathing changed and a small chuckle erupted from him. You felt the heat rise to your cheeks and you were thankful it was still dark within the room. “Good morning, Bucky.”

There was something so normal about the way this was playing out, Bucky didn’t want it to end. 

“How are you feeling?” His voice was barely above a whisper, so gentle that you wanted him to never stop talking to you like that. You never realised you needed this softness in your life until now. 

Your mum had shown you all the love she could between balancing two jobs to afford the house and the school you wanted to go to, as well as dealing with your father whenever he wanted to show his face. It always seemed to be a tough love though, teaching you how to get by in the world on your own, that you don’t need a man to help you when you are independent and that you shouldn’t rely on one. Your father himself could have put you off men for your entire lifetime. 

But seeing Bucky laid with you, and hearing him talk to you in this way opened something in your heart that you didn’t know was there. You figured you could get used to this.

“I’m okay, my face still hurts,” you responded at the same level he did. Concerned etched onto his face as you mentioned your face, and a delicate hand reached out to brush over the undamaged part of your face. Goosebumps rose over where his fingers had traced and your eyes closed instinctively at the feeling.

He kept his hand on your cheek as he said “I’ll get someone to come and look at it in a bit, they’ll be able to give you something for the pain.” You hummed in response, your eyes fluttering open to meet Bucky’s staring straight at you. 

A moment passed, “how could anyone do this to such a beauty,” Bucky whispered, his fingers moving to trace around your eye, down your cheeks and over your lips. The pain was evident in his voice as he looked at the harm that you had to endure. 

He couldn’t help but blame himself slightly. He knew he saved you in the first place but maybe keeping you here, working for him wasn’t the best idea. Sending you out for a shopping trip definitely wasn’t. But now he couldn’t let you go, whoever did this to you had targeted you and he needed to protect you at all costs. 

“I won’t let this happen again,” his voice was more stern this time as you watched his face become hard.

You shook your head slightly, “it’s not your fault Bucky, I should’ve realised I was being followed, I should have stayed with Nat, I’m sorry.” You didn’t know whether you were talking about yesterday or the first night you were captured by Rumlow, either way, you knew you should’ve been more careful walking around on your own. 

Bucky wasn’t going to take it though, you knew by the way he was talking that you couldn’t change his mind. “I’m going to protect you, doll.” You left it at that, feeling helpless yet safer in his presence. 

It was another half an hour before either of you decided it was the right time to get out of bed. The time spent sharing soft spoken words and longing stares at each other in the lightning room.

You soon made your way back to your room for a shower whilst Bucky had one of his own. The silence settling in the room sent a chill down your body, and you suddenly felt alone despite this place being your home for over a month. 

Pushing away the uneasy feeling, you made your way to the bathroom, hoping to wash away the feelings of yesterday. 

After you were showered and dress, Bucky turned up at the door with one of his men you had seen hanging around his mansion a few times, you hadn’t talked to him yet though. He seemed quite and liked to keep himself to himself.

Bucky smiled at you as they both walked into the room, “this is Bruce, he offered to take a look at your face,” he said gently as the man you now knew as Bruce settled his bag onto your bed. You simply nodded, walking over to him while Bucky hovered behind you.

Bruce cleaned the cut and the surrounding area, applying an antiseptic cream before handing you some painkillers. “The swelling should reduce considerably within the week, but if it’s still causing you any bother just come and see me and I’ll see what I can do.” He sent you a kind smile as he packed his supplies away.

You thanked him as he left, Bucky walking over to the door with him and having a muttered conversation. You overheard him asking if your face would heal properly, and if you would be left with any lasting damage. Bruce reassured Bucky none of that would happen before leaving.

Bucky let out a sigh, closing the door and walking over to where you were sat. He waited a second and you watched him as he sat next to you on the bed, so close his arm was pressed against yours and you felt your heart rate pick up at the contact.

“You can have the day off today, I’ll work in the office, you need to rest,” you were about to protest, not wanting to cause any more inconvenience to him but Bucky knew what was coming. “No, no,” he started, “I’m not having you working after what happened, you need rest, darling.”

You nodded, not having the energy to argue with him any longer. Before you could say anything else, Bucky was already talking.

“What happened yesterday? Who was it?”

The questions sent your mind into overdrive. You hadn’t planned what you were going to say. Hell, you hadn’t even decided if you were going to risk telling the truth or covering it up. Before you could even process the information properly, a response was already falling from you mouth.

“I don’t know.”

Your voice was quiet and you instantly regretted your words. A sigh left Bucky’s mouth and you felt the disappointment from him. 

“You’re going to have to do a lot better than I don’t know, doll, this is serious.” You could feel tears welling up in your eyes at his words. If he knew the truth, if he knew the position you were in, surely he would understand? But were you really willing to risk that when you knew Rumlow wouldn’t have any seconds thoughts about ‘disposing’ of you, if it came to that.

“I don’t know, Bucky, it was dark, they were all facing away from me or had their faces covered, I didn’t see who any of them were,” you knew as soon as you said it, that the lies you had told were going to backfire, but you couldn’t see a way out right now.

“Did they ask you for anything specific?” His voice was soft again now, his head was down but angled towards you as you kept looking at your lap. You couldn’t meet his eyes as you lied to him.

“They asked about you but I didn’t tell them anything, I said I didn’t know anything,” you whispered the last part, not trusting your voice. 

You saw out of the corner of you eye Bucky was nodding his head slowly, he was no closer to knowing what happened to you but that wouldn’t stop him from looking out for you at every chance that he got.

You sensed it was the end of the conversation when he rose and didn’t say anything else, he was making his way to the door when you stood up as well. “Are you going to the office now?” Your voice came out more panicked than you had hoped it would, and Bucky looked at you with concern in his eye. “I am, what’s the matter?”

The silence that followed his words was deafening to you, and you suddenly felt like you were being watched. Your breathing picked up as you looked behind you and then back at Bucky, who had taken a step closer as he noticed the strange way you were acting.

He was just about to ask if you were okay, his hand outstretched towards you when you blurted out, “can I stay with you today?”

Bucky was taken aback. He thought last night would be a one off, that you were just shook by the events of the day, he didn’t expect it to happen again. But he wasted no time in agreeing, gently grabbing your hand and leading you out of the door and down to his office. 

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Bucky had pulled one of the comfy chairs in his office next to his large one at the desk, and you had spent most of the day there. He had ordered food to the office, your favourite takeaway that you had talked about a couple of weeks ago when he had been texting you. The gesture made your heart flutter.

He kept the conversation soft, not mentioning the previous day in an attempt to keep your mind off the subject. 

Despite saying he would do the work that day so you could rest, Bucky had done very little of it. Instead, trying to keep you entertained despite your protests to it, trying your best to get him to do his work. It reminded you of being in college and being distracted by your friends, except this was a grown ass mob boss that was now googling dad jokes in an attempt to make you laugh.

“What do you call dog dandruff?” He couldn’t keep his laugh contained as he twirled in his chair to face you. A grin took over his face as you shook your head at him. “I don’t know, Bucky.”

“Dandwoof,” at this he burst out laughing, the hearty sound echoing throughout the room and causing you to laugh along with him.

“That was so bad Bucky,” you managed to get out in between your laughter. He could only shake his head as he started gasping for breath after laughing so hard.

“You’re laughing though,” he wheezed, finally gaining control of his breathing and looking back at you as you calmed down yourself. 

Your eyes met, and the sparkle of laughter was still present in his ocean coloured eyes. You could get lost in those eyes, and it felt like you were. You didn’t know whether it had been a couple of seconds or a couple of minutes, but as you were coming down from the laughing fit, it just felt right. There was something in that moment that made you see Bucky in a whole new light.

You had always found him attractive, there was no way you could deny that, and in the back of your mind you had always hoped something would happen. But after Rumlow mentioning that he only wanted you for a fuck, it made you coil back into yourself.

However, in this moment, it just felt like you and Bucky. 

Before you even knew what was happening, Bucky was leaning closer to you, the space between the two of you becoming smaller and smaller. You swore he could hear your heartbeat in that moment, it was beating so hard against your chest.

His eyes flickered from your lips back up to your eyes, a smirk catching on the corner of his lips as he heard your breathing become short at his close proximity. 

You were so close you could feel his breath fanning across your lips, your heart was pounding in your ears.

A loud bang from the doorway caused you and Bucky to jump back, Bucky keeping his cool more than you were managing to. You adjusted your hoodie and looked up to see what had created the loud noise.

Pierce stood in the doorway, the stern look plastered on his face that he always wore. His eyes flickered between you and Bucky and you could feel yourself retreating back into your seat. 

Bucky cleared his throat, standing up and making his way over to Pierce. As he was doing so, Piece’s eyes never left yours. His gaze unwavering until Bucky was stood in front of him with his hand outstretched for a handshake. 

They exchanged some pleasantries before Pierce moved onto business, clearly not in the mood for small talk. “I’m here for the papers that you said you would return yesterday, I came to look for you but I was told you had left for the afternoon, even when you knew I was scheduled to come in.”

You noticed Bucky becoming agitated, however he turned and made his way back over to the desk. “I’m sorry, Alexander, something important came up.”

Piece simply replied with a grunt as Bucky looked underneath his desk, clearly not finding what he came over for. “I must have left them in my room, I’ll be back in a moment.”

This caused a sudden panic in you, was he going to leave you alone with Pierce? Bucky sent you a discreet smile as he made his way back passed Pierce and out of the room. His footsteps echoed down the hallway until there was just silence.

You looked back over at Pierce and his eyes were already on you. You felt like you were being looked through. He started making his way closer to you, idly looking around before placing his gaze back onto you as he stopped right in front of the desk.

“So, you’re Y/N? I’ve heard a lot about you,” he started, picking up an ornament on the desk and looking at it distastefully. You nodded, not trusting your voice in front of him.

You knew from the first day that you met that there was something off about him and the next statement he said only made you more suspicious. “There’s a lot of talk about you from so many corners of this city, it’s hard to keep up sometimes.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What are you talking about?” You were glad that your voice didn’t betray you in that moment as Pierce met you with a smirk. 

“Rumlow talks a lot about you.”

Before you could come back with an answer, Bucky strode into the room, a file in his hands. He eyed Pierce before handing the file over, confused as to why he had moved closer to you in the time that he had been gone, but Pierce left with no further words.

Bucky returned to his seat next to you, letting out a sigh before turning to face you. “He knows how to pick his times, doesn’t he?” Bucky tried to joke, but there was nothing left in you for that now.

Your mind was in overdrive at his last comment. What did he mean Rumlow talks a lot about you? How would he know that of all people?

Bucky took your soft hum as a response to his attempt at a joke, and turned back to his computer. He knew Pierce made you uncomfortable, he could tell by the way you held yourself whenever he was around. Although, he knew something was said before he entered the room again, you were never this  silent whenever he dropped by. 

He had a feeling there was something you weren’t telling him.

Part 10

[animezing-fandoms]

You can leave your hat on (Gruvia Week Day 3: Perverse)

Masterlist

Warnings: Nudity and implied/referenced smut. 

Relationships: Gruvia

Summary: Juvia left her hat at Gray's apartment after a quick visit there when they got back from a job. Worried about the rumors that might spread about their relationship if people heard she visited his apartment, he decides to sneak into her room in Fairy Hills to return her missing article of clothing, only to find her in her room without any clothes on at all.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this and I think it turned out really funny! I hope you all get a good laugh out of this.

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Today Gray had a very secret but very important job to do, but it wasn't one he got from the job board at the guild hall. No, this job was much more important than any of those other jobs could be, and he couldn't tell anyone in the guild because if they found out it could spell disaster for him and the woman he cares for. Thankfully, nobody in the guild walked down his street in the morning so he could sneak over to Fairy Hills to give Juvia her hat back unnoticed before she went to Fairy Tail without it.

They had been on a job together yesterday and it was late when they got back and Juvia was hungry so Gray brought her into his apartment to give her some leftover food to take with her back to Fairy Hills but she forgot her hat in his apartment. It was an innocent mistake and at first he wasn't too worried. He would just give it back to her at the guild the next morning but then he realized what would happen if he did that.

"Oh Gray-sama you found Juvia's hat! She left it at your apartment last night!" Juvia would say cheerfully.

Then everyone in the guild would spit out their beer or choke on their food and basically stop everything they're doing and stare at the two of them before bombarding them with questions about the status of their relationship because they would assume that if she was at his apartment last night after their job then that means that they fooled around with each other, and they definitely didn't. She was literally in his apartment for ten minutes at most but no one was around to see them come back from their job or see her both come into and leave his apartment so that meant that the idea that they might have gotten intimate last night was a possibility. And Gray didn't want anyone thinking that he was in some sort of a relationship with Juvia when he wasn't. At least, not yet.

Did he want to be someday? Of course! Juvia was special to him and she had done so much for him and she was so sweet and beautiful he couldn't help but fall for her over the years. But he wasn't ready to get together with her now and he definitely didn't want their relationship to start like this, so he made his way over to Fairy Hills and snuck around outside of the building to find her window.

She had pointed it out to him once when he walked her back home one time after a different job. At the time he was annoyed with her for pointing it out to him thinking that he would come over and try to serenade her from the window. But now, he was relieved she had told him that night to he could sneak in to see her now, unnoticed.

He got to her window and stuck to the side of the wall so that whoever lived in the room below her wouldn't see him out of their window. He took a moment to think about what to make with his ice magic to get up there and then settled on a ladder with a platform under her window, with supports coming down from underneath it but away from the window below Juvia's so no one could see them and get suspicious.

He subconsciously took his jacket and shirt off while climbing the ladder. Then he tries to open the window and lets out a sigh of relief when he finds it's open. But then once he gets inside he becomes concerned that she leaves her window open so anyone could sneak in. She was lucky it was just him. Maybe he should have a talk with her about that later, he thinks while subconsciously ridding himself of his pants and underwear so he was now standing fully nude in her room without even realizing it.

Gray looks around the room and shivers when he sees all of the dolls of him and other knick-knacks with his face on them. He seriously needed to have a talk with her about that too. But for some reason she didn't seem to be in there. That's odd. It's still pretty early in the morning, she should still be here getting ready...

As soon as that thought comes into his head, the bathroom door opens and Juvia steps out, drying her hair with the only towel she had on her. Once his eyes move below her neck and he sees that she's completely naked he gasps loudly.

Juvia hears him and she has the same reaction, clearly not expecting him to be here. The towel drops from her hands and her damp blue hair falls over her shoulder, doing nothing to shield her chest from his gaze.

Gray was completely speechless as he looked at Juvia. Sure he had seen her in some pretty skimpy stuff before, and she had picked up his stripping habit but even with that he had never seen her fully nude, until now. He was in awe. She looks like she belongs in one of those famous old paintings the way she was standing in front of him, completely bare with wet hair and water droplets dripping down her arms, those long legs that went on for days and down her neck as they made their way down in-between her-

"Holy..." Gray mutters as he takes all of her in.

Juvia's seen Gray naked plenty of times. Everyone in the guild, and everyone in Magnolia had for that matter. So she wasn't too fazed about seeing him like this until her eyes landed on his thing and she gasps because even though she's seen it plenty of times before, she's never seen it erect! So she screams and covers herself with her arms.

"Gray-sama you pervert!" Juvia screams.

Juvia's scream brings Gray back to the reality of the situation he's in and he quickly leaps towards her in an effort to quiet her so she doesn't alert any of the other residents to his presence. He covers her mouth with his hand to quiet her screams but now their bodies are touching which is making her squirm more.

"Juvia shh, it's okay I-I didn't mean to see you like- I didn't know you would be-whoa!" He exclaims as she struggling in his grasp causes him to trip and they both fall but thankfully Juvia landed on her comfy bed with her legs bent over the side and...Gray bent over her while standing in-between them. And of course that's the moment that the door bursts open and Erza comes in with her sword raised with the other residents gathered behind her to see what's going on through the doorway, and all of them let out a collective gasp when they saw the two of them in their very compromising position.

"Oh dear God! Cover your eyes child! You're too young to see such a lewd sight!" Carla exclaims as she flies in front of Wendy to preserve her innocence.

"I think you can put the sword down now Erza." Evergreen says. "Juvia clearly wasn't screaming because she was in any sort of danger..."

Gray's face went pale when he looks away from the girls and back at Juvia and then his eyes trailed downwards and he realizes that the position he's in right now makes it look like he's-

"Whoa nononono! This is not at all what it looks like." Gray stammers quickly and stands up, making all the girls scream when they see his stiff manhood.

"Gray a woman's dormitory is no place for a man to show off his manhood now cover it up!" Erza demands.

"Yes ma'am!" Gray quickly shouts, covering himself with Juvia's hat that was on the table next to him.

Juvia sits up and gasps when she sees it.

"Oh you brought Juvia's hat with you to give it back to her!" Juvia exclaims.

She was a bit less freaked out now that she knew what the reason for his intrusion was.

"Yes!" Gray exclaims with relief. "I just came here to give you back your hat since you left it at my apartment last night-"

Another collective gasp from the girls makes Gray realize he said something he shouldn't have and now there was no way that he could convince them that they weren't fucking each other.

"You were at his apartment last night!" Levy exclaims.

"Yes." Juvia says softly, blushing while playing with the ends of her damp hair. "Gray-sama invited Juvia into his home for a little bit after we got back from our job."

Erza's jaw drops and the other girls from Fairy Hills squeal with excitement.

"Holy cow did you guys screw each other last night!" Cana exclaims.

Wendy screams and runs back to her room so she doesn't have to hear anything more.

"No we-" Gray starts but Evergreen interrupts him.

"Ladies calm down and stop badgering the poor man, he obviously came here with the innocent intention of returning Juvia's hat to her here in the privacy of her room to preserve her dignity after her little visit to his apartment last night." Evergreen deduces.

"Yes that's exactly it!" Gray exclaims in relief that someone understands.

"But then when he came back here to try to cover his tracks he wasn't expecting to see Juvia naked again so soon, and since he was already naked too he decided to have a quick little round two as well since he was here already." She continues.

"So Gray-sama does want to make love to her?" Juvia asks.

"Well uh..." Gray looks back at her and looks her up and down and gulps. "I mean, I might want to."

"JUVEEN!" Juvia squeals along with the other girls and then Gray smacks his hand agains his forehead.

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That day at the guild Gray was furious. The whole reason he even went to Fairy Hills in the first place was to avoid the situation he was currently in now but by going there he ended up making it happen! All day everyone had been gossiping about their little incident in Fairy Hills and now the whole guild was convinced that they not only slept together at his apartment, but in her place too! He wasn't mad for himself really. When stuff like this happens to a guy in the guild they're "the man" for at least a week. Which is exactly what happened to him. He kept getting congratulations and pats on the back and offers to buy him a drink to celebrate. But for Juvia it would be the opposite. All of the guys that were praising him would be leering at her wondering if they could get a turn. And he wasn't gonna let Juvia have to suffer that because he screwed up.

"Hey so I hear you and Juvia are a thing now." Gajeel says when Gray walks by a table he was sitting at with some other guys.

"We're not a thing." Gray states.

"So you're friends with benefits then?" Panther Lily asks.

"I'm not sleeping with her!" Gray exclaims and slams his hands on the table.

"Gray do you honestly think we'd believe you after what those girls saw this morning?" Macao asks.

Gray sighs and hangs his head, giving up on reasoning with them.

"So is she good to you in bed?" Gildarts asks and Gray's body tenses as he looks up at the elder wizard with a challenging gaze.

"She's had other boyfriends before. Must be nice to have your first girl be one with a lot experience-"

The men all gasp when Gray suddenly leans over and grabs the collar of Gildarts' cloak and yanks the man towards him with his other fist raised with magic swirling around it.

"What the hell does that mean Gildarts? Are you saying she's a slut!" Gray accuses.

"What no!" Gildarts says and smiles at Gray. "I'd never-"

"Because I saw you checking her out when she took her top off at Lucy's award banquet!" Gray shouts. "And if you don't stop perving on her I swear I'll-"

Gildarts easily unclenches Gray's fist from his cloak and stands up straight brushing it off.

Gray gulps in fear. He was so blind with rage at Gildarts' comment that for a moment he forgot that he was one of the strongest wizards in the guild.

"Well then it's clear she's taken." Gildarts says with a kind smile.

He reaches into his pocket and Gray prepares for him to pull out a fist to punch him but instead he just offers Gray two tickets in his hand.

"There's a new restaurant opening in town tonight. I was gonna take a girl with me but then her boyfriend found out and uh..." Gildarts scratches the back of his head and Gray rolls his eyes. "well long story short I've got no use for them now so why don't you take Juvia there instead."

Gray takes the tickets and stares at them in thought.

"Gray-sama." Juvia says softly to announce her presence near him.

He looks up, not even realizing she had walked in and was standing beside him and he quickly takes her arm and pulls her over to a corner where no one could overhear them.

"Hey Juvia are you okay? Has anyone been bothering you because of this rumor or anything?" Gray asks.

"No. No one has been rude to Juvia, they've all been incredibly kind and are very happy for her!" Juvia says and waves at some people who raised their drinks to her. "She's the most popular girl in the dorm! Everyone wants details about what naughty things you did to me, even though you didn't do anything..." She says and looks at the ground. "That's one thing about this situation that makes Juvia upset. The fact that it didn't actually happen."

She looks back up at Gray and meets his gaze.

"Juvia, do you want to sleep together?" Gray asks softly, praying that no one could hear them.

"Of course Juvia does, she's been wanting to since the moment she met you. And this morning if the girls hadn't interrupted us, I was hoping that maybe we could have actually done something. If Gray-sama felt the same."

Gray bit his lip and held his hand with the tickets in them out to Juvia.

"What are these for?" Juvia asks.

"Well I figure if they all think we did it anyway and we both want to do it then we might as well make this rumor true. But I want to do this right so I should at least take you to dinner first." Gray says.

"I-is G-Gray-s-sama taking Juvia out on a date?" Juvia asks.

Gray smiles and nods and Juvia gasps and she lights up and squeals as she pounces on him and hugs him tight and Gray can't help but smile and hug her back while burying his face into her blue tresses, thinking about how much he was looking forward to tonight while the guild applauds them.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Please leave a comment if you liked this story and I might be willing to write a sequel to this about their date and what happens after ;)

[cake-writes]

Compromise (Part Three)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Story Warnings: Mom!Reader, Dad!Bucky, Ex-Relationship, Co-Parenting Drama, Angst, Fluff, Separation Anxiety

Summary: You didn’t want to trust him again, because every time you did, Bucky broke your heart just a little more. Deep down, though, you wanted to get along with him. You wanted to be amicable. You wanted your daughter to know her father. You’d always wanted that. It just required a compromise.

Interlude #1 / Master List

To say you slept terribly was an understatement.

You were too nervous, too keyed up to sleep. Not only were you worried about Winnie, but the prospect of car shopping with Bucky was an additional stressor. Why had you even agreed to it in the first place? Yours was just fine. A beater, sure, but it still ran. Kind of.

Deep down, you couldn’t help but appreciate that he cared about Winnie’s safety. You just didn’t like the nagging. He’d been on your case for the last few months about your car, ever since you got into an accident on the way home from the grocery store. A fender bender, nothing serious. It wasn’t even bad enough to warrant repairs – just a few dents and scratches on your rear bumper. The other driver gave you a couple hundred bucks for damages, which you used on birthday presents for your little girl.

That said, you weren’t poor, just frugal.

Most of Bucky’s child support – a couple thousand dollars a month – went straight into savings for Winnie’s college fund. The rest was used on doctor’s appointments and medicine. Despite the fact that she also had the serum in her veins, she still got sick like a normal child. Between croup and colds and ear infections, you’d dealt with it all; even her asthma, unpredictable as it was. It flared up at the strangest times, not from overexertion or allergies like one might expect, but randomly and you hadn’t yet figured out the cause. Neither had her doctor, let alone Bruce for that matter.

Of course, the serum did affect her some. She grew slightly faster than her peers; although she was a little over three years old, now, physically she was more like four. Then again, that shouldn’t have come as a surprise, as your pregnancy only lasted eight months instead of nine. Technically she was a preemie but she certainly didn’t seem like one, having been born at a standard six pounds, five ounces.

Standard. Normal.

When she ran, it was at a normal speed too, and she definitely couldn’t lift anything heavy. She had a tendency to trip and fall flat on her face, so her reflexes weren’t exactly enhanced like Bucky’s, either, though her skinned knees did seem to heal faster than the norm.

To you, Winnie was a normal little girl through and through. She played with dolls and stuffed animals, drew with crayons and markers, and had temper tantrums on a regular basis. She liked to dress like a princess, watch Disney movies, be tucked in and read to. She even snuck into your bed at night when she had a nightmare.

She was normal. Mostly.

The fact that her Mommy and Daddy were separated made her a target in preschool, and you hated it. Her friends often babbled about their parents, plural, whereas Winnie usually only got to talk about you. You knew how much it bothered her. 

It bothered you, too.

Morning came before you knew it, and you were anything but bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. By the time you left for the compound, it was a little after nine and you’d already downed about a gallon of coffee. Even though you’d been a barista for almost a decade, you never really used to drink coffee much until you had Winnie. Then, all of a sudden, you completely understood why it was so popular.

There were no hassles at the gate this time. Bucky’s name held enough sway that you didn’t have to repeat yourself after yesterday. You kind of liked it – always had, if you were being honest. Not that you’d ever admit it. Especially not to yourself.

Yawning, you made your way up the handful of steps and through the glass doors. You’d texted Bucky right before you left and although he wasn’t there to greet you this time, you vaguely remembered where to go. At least you could take the steps more slowly this time, now that you weren’t being watched.

The compound was incredibly quiet for a Sunday morning in comparison to the tower. There was never a dull moment there, but here, even with all the buildings, it wasn’t noisy at all. Instead it was tranquil – relaxing, almost. You could even hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside as you knocked on Bucky’s door.

On the other side, you picked up the deep rumble of his voice. It wasn’t quite loud enough to make out, but you could easily assume what he���d said when Winnie asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s Mommy,” you answered cheerfully.

You heard her squeal, and then she relayed the information like Bucky had no doubt asked her to do. “Mommy’s here! Can I open it now?”

He spoke again – louder, this time, closer to the door. “Sure, princess.”

There were a couple seconds while she fumbled with the handle; she was barely tall enough to reach it at home, and this one was the same. Bucky might have tried to help, you weren’t sure, but soon enough the door was pulled open and a little brunette blur promptly attached itself to your leg.

“Mommy!” Winnie said happily, peering up at you with her big blue eyes. “You’re back!”

“Of course I am, sweetpea! Did you miss me?” you asked with a smile.

While normally you would have ruffled her hair, you noticed that she had two braids on either side of her head, secured by tiny pink elastics you didn’t recognize. They were very cute, but who’d done them up for her? Natasha? You were sure that none of the boys knew how to French braid. Why would they?

That particular thought made you wonder if there was something going on between her and Bucky. She was here yesterday, too. She’d tell you if there was, though, wouldn’t she?

“I missed you lots, Mommy,” Winnie told you, letting go of you to hold her arms up in the air. She wanted to be picked up.

You, of course, hoisted her up with ease and propped her against your hip, holding her little body just a smidge closer than yesterday – not tight enough to hurt, but you were ecstatic to have her in your arms again. “I missed you lots, too, baby.”

Then you finally looked over at Bucky and found him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. The way his tight black t-shirt strained over his biceps made you feel a little hot under the collar, but what really caught you off guard was how his lips were just slightly curled up at the corners, like he was trying not to smile.

You made a joke in an attempt to distract yourself from the fact that he was always too damn attractive for his own good. “So can I come in? Or do I have cooties?”

“Oh, yeah,” he said, then, blinking like hadn’t really thought of it – and then he stepped aside to allow you entry. “Sorry. Go ahead.”

“If anyone has cooties, it’s Daddy,” Winnie made a point of saying. “He’s a boy.”

You let out an undignified snort as you crossed the threshold. “Is that right?”

“Yeah! Boys are yuck.”

“Boys are yuck, huh,” Bucky remarked, closing the door behind you with a soft click. Then he muttered under his breath, “Sure hope it stays that way.”

That comment coupled with the suddenly wary look on his face made you laugh outright. Bucky hadn’t made you laugh in a long time; you were too busy arguing with him to do much else. “Isn’t it a little early to be worrying about that?”

“Sweetheart,” he drawled, “you’ve already got her college fund set up. Don’t talk to me about ‘too early’.”

You huffed, but it was in jest. “That’s different.”

“Yeah?” At that, he offered you a roguish grin that made your heart skip a beat. “How’s it different?”

Now, it wasn’t witty banter, per se, but something was different for sure. The dynamic had shifted between the two of you, somewhere between the time you told him goodnight and your mid-morning arrival. It was a small change, but you could feel it in the air: a distinct lack of tension.

Unfortunately, it also made an indignant flush come across your cheeks. He was teasing you. He hadn’t done that in a long time, either.

“It just is,” you responded unhelpfully, setting Winnie down on the sofa before you sat down next to her. You purposely kept your back facing him to conceal the fact that you were blushing like an idiot and you didn’t even know why.

No, that was a lie. You did know why.

This felt entirely too familiar.

Thankfully, Bucky seemed to pick up on your change of tone and let it go in favour of asking, “Have you eaten? We only got up a few minutes ago.”

By ‘we’ you assumed he meant Winnie, because he never used to sleep well. Nightmares usually kept him awake, and while you knew he wasn’t a morning person, he got up at the crack of dawn anyway. Bucky told you once that he liked to watch the sun rise. The peace and quiet helped him think.

“Not yet,” you answered, fussing with the wrinkled collar of Winnie’s dress. Another distraction. You’d dropped off a few different outfits for her in an overnight bag last night, along with her inhaler, some toiletries, and of course Mr. Squiggles. Now she was dressed in her Sunday best, but in all actuality, she probably just wanted to wear a pretty dress.

“Daddy said he wanted to make Mommy’s favourite pancakes!” Winnie piped up, and you instinctively tensed at the admission.

That’s right. It was Sunday.

Bucky awkwardly cleared his throat, but made no attempt to correct her.

There was a brief pause – stunned silence – until you regained your bearings enough to ask, “Did he, now?”

“Uh huh!” Winnie told you, nodding excitedly. “Blueberry!”

Your brows rose as you turned to him. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do.” Bucky rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. “Why do you think I used to make them?”

Your heart instantly warmed at his admission – and ached, because of the memories. He was on missions more often than not when the two of you were together, but without fail, whenever he was home on a Sunday, he made blueberry pancakes. His Ma’s recipe, he said.

They were the best pancakes you’d ever eaten.

“Well,” you began nervously, “it is Sunday.”

He met your eyes, then – gentle, warm. Just like how he used to look at you.

“Daddy,” Winnie whined. “I’m hungry!”

“Yeah, Daddy,” you chimed in, feeling a little lighter than before. “I’m hungry, too.”

Bucky grumbled an easy, “Yeah, yeah,” as he got to work, but his tone didn’t match the amused expression on his face. You didn’t fail to notice the light dusting of pink on his cheeks.

That was when Winnie started to tell you about the show she was watching on Netflix, the same cartoon you’d glimpsed yesterday. You were interested in what she had to say, of course you were, but not as much as you normally would have been because her father looked so fucking good right now.

He’d remembered. As innocent as that was, your body’s reaction to it absolutely wasn’t. Call it Pavlovian conditioning, but the first time he made those pancakes for you was the morning after you first slept together. That was the same night Winnie was conceived. 

When Bucky pulled out a frying pan from one of the cabinets and set it on the lit stove, you couldn’t help but notice how his t-shirt stretched over his muscles underneath, not to mention those sweatpants which did nothing to conceal his fantastic ass.

You’d already seen and sampled what he had to offer, but hell if you didn’t want to have another taste anyway. Not that you ever would.

He started to lay out all of the ingredients on the counter, including a punnet of fresh blueberries but you were more focused on the way he worked with such finesse, like making breakfast for the three of you was a normal, everyday thing for him to do.

It was, once.

Then, as Bucky mixed everything together in a large bowl, he finally glanced up only to catch you staring.

Shit.

You immediately tore your eyes away, heart pounding a frenzied tattoo within the confines of your chest and you made sure not to look back again. Instead, you feigned interest in the show Winnie was babbling on about, squeezing your thighs together to alleviate the sudden ache in between.

You needed to stop.

He wasn’t good for you. He wasn’t good for Winnie.

Right?

But your thoughts just kept drifting back to him anyway. You couldn’t help it. It was during times like these that your memories got the best of you, because you knew he was more than capable of being a good father if he wanted to be. You’d seen it not only while you were pregnant, but during the first couple of months after Winnie was born.

What’s worse was that Bucky was capable of so much more, too. He could be downright wonderful. A good boyfriend. A supportive partner. An attentive lover. He was all of those for you once upon a time.

It wasn’t until the pancakes were done and you finally met his eyes again from across the kitchen table that you knew you were in too deep. You’d never gotten over him, not really – and being here with him and your daughter, so sweet and domestic for the first time in years, was what made you finally realize that.

You still wanted to be with him. 

You wanted to be a family.

Part Four

[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

Every day is Valentine's Day... Bucky Barnes x reader

Re-uploading…

Thank you @mandieezzzles-blog​ for this request!

- A Bucky one where the reader is waiting for him in sexy lingerie that he loves

Warnings: 18+ readers, fingering, dirty talk, sex

Black was Bucky’s colour. His life seemed to be surrounded by it, it’s what he felt comfortable with. That’s until he met you (again). You first met each other when you helped Steve, Natasha, and Sam to stop ‘The Winter Soldier’ and Hydra, you met briefly after he’d shot Natasha and you began fighting with him. You might not have seemed as if you were strong enough to fight against him, but you had enough in you to hold him off until Steve could take over.

But the day when he saw you in a different light was when Steve and Tony had split the team in two arguing over Bucky and the Accords. You’d sided with Tony only because he was like your brother and you believed doing so would benefit the world even though you had no intention of following ‘the rules’.

That day you all fought, Tony almost killed Bucky but you ‘accidentally’ blocked Tony’s line of fire so Bucky could make it to the Quinjet. You knew he wasn’t to blame for what Hydra had made him do for all those years. With a slight wave of your hand and a sad smile, you watched your best friend leave with the man you’d found yourself falling for. That’s why you sided with Tony. For the first time, Bucky found his dark life with some light breaking through the cracks.

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“Doll?” Bucky shouted as he walked into your shared apartment, his mission bag hitting the floor as he kicked his boots off and shut the door behind him.

You and Bucky had been together since the fight against Thanos. You were almost killed by one of his soldiers but Bucky stood in the line of fire like you had for him years before. When he turned around to make sure you were okay, you pulled him down into a hard kiss before punching him, telling him he was never to do something so stupid like that again. To this day he does if it means protecting you.

Bucky listened carefully not hearing your answer, assuming you were asleep since it was 3:30 am. He sighed tiredly as he headed into the kitchen to get a drink before he headed for your bedroom, the excitement of falling asleep with you in his arms filled him as he neared the door. A faint orange glow flickered from under the door. Must have left the lamp in, he thought to himself as he reached for the doorknob as he took a sip of his drink.

Bucky choked on his drink as his eyes widened at the sight of you. “Fuck-“

“Happy Valentines Day, Sergeant Barnes.” You spoke seductively to your boyfriend.

That damn set, Bucky mentally high fives himself for buying it. Red was definitely your colour.

“Why, aren’t you asleep, doll?” He cleared his throat as he shut the bedroom door, noticing the orange flicker was from the candles you laid out, along with rose petals and what looked like various oils.

“You’ve got the day off, tomorrow and we’ve, got a rather long day ahead of us to make up for the fact you missed, Valentine’s yesterday.” You pouted a little as you crawled across the bed so you were in front of him on your hands and knees.

Bucky was meant to have returned two days ago but his mission took a turn which resulted in him missing your Valentine’s. It was coming something of a tradition he didn’t like with him having missed the last two Valentine’s, although, the makeup for it is probably much better.

Bucky gulped nodding. “I’m sorry, doll.” He whispered as he placed his hands on your waist. “I really tried to get-“

You placed your finger over his lips grinning. “Buck, it’s fine. All we were gonna do was have sex and eat chocolate.” You teased him making him chuckle.

He nodded smirking. “Actually, I wanted to show you off to the whole of New York.” He glanced over at your floor-length window. He’d been thinking about it for a while.

You raised your eyebrow at him. “But, you hate being in the public eye.”

Bucky grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours gently. “But I love being inside you.” He whispered against your lips, both of you smiling at one another.

You pressed your lips against his again as you slowly began undressing him from his uniform. As your hands came into contact with his bare chest you pushed him away from you enough to bend down, kissing his soft skin as you did until your fingers brushed the hem of his boxers. With a cheeky grin and a wink you slid his boxers down over his ass cheeks until his long, thick dick was free.

You moaned as you took in the glorious sight of his tip leaking pre-cum. With a quick lick of your lips, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around him, sucking hard on him making Buck moan loudly as he dropped his head back. His long fingers tangled into your y/h/c hair and tugged gently as his hips began moving back and forth.

“Fuck!” Bucky gasped as you cupped his balls, lightly squeezing them as you took his entire length into your mouth. His cock throbbed in your mouth, indicating he was close. “Baby- fuck- love your mouth-“ Bucky fucked your mouth as he moaned, erupting deep inside your throat.

You sucked him dry before pulling off him with a pop and a grin. You sat up taking in his state, almost proud he was a crumbling mess in front of you. Bucky breathes in deeply before grinning mischievously at you.

“My turn.” He reached forward and yanked you from your knees so you were flush against his chest as he crashed his lips against yours.

You moaned against his mouth as he pushed his tongue into yours, tasting himself. Bucky loved tasting him in your mouth, knowing you’d just swallowed him. The kiss was sloppy and full of passion as he expertly flicked the clasp and pulled your bra off before grabbing your tits in both hands and laid kisses across them.

“So, good!”

“Fuck! Buck- please, teeth.” You begged. God you loved when he bit your nipples. You loved it when he was rough with you.

Bucky chuckled as he wrapped his lips around your left nipple and began sucking, almost like he was wanting something from it before he clamped his teeth around it.

You screamed from the pleasurable pain. After a minute Bucky pulled off and repeated the same to the other one, his cock already rock hard again. His hands quickly ran down your body pulling what you had on, off before he pushed you down onto the bed. He made quick work of your red heels, throwing them across the room knocking something over as he did but he didn’t care.

“FUCK!” You moaned as he began licking your throbbing clit. “Buck- I’m gonna-“ you were so close already from him playing with your nipples and sucking his cock when he began sucking you came straight away.

“Fuck, baby- I need to be inside you!” Bucky suddenly flipped you over so you were in your knees and thrust right inside you. “YES!”

“OH FUCK!”

He grabbed your ass cheeks, pushing and pulling you into his cock. Every now and then he’d smack a cheek as he grunted. “Fuck, baby… I love you!” Bucky groaned as he slammed into you again and again.

You nodded whimpering. “I love you too, James!”

With an almighty growl came inside you, as he did he pressed his fingers against your clot and run until you were clenching around his cock and cumming.

“Fuck… think you’ve got another two in you baby?” Bucky whispered as he kissed your back softly. His hands gliding over skin as he did, the metal one cooling your boiling skin.

You nodded panting. “Have you, old man?” You bit your lip as you felt his teeth bite into your shoulder.

Bucky pulled away and gently left your over sensitive pussy. “Up!” He commanded from the end of the bed.

You slowly got to your feet and let him guide you to where he wanted you to go. You were expecting him to lay you on the bed but when the cold glass from the window hit your back you let out a surprised but welcoming moan.

Bucky dropped to his knees in front of you grinning as he let his metal hand slide up your thigh until his thumb was lazily stroking your clit. “Oh, shit…” you moaned again.

“You like that, baby?” You nodded again. “Want me to clean you up?” Your eyes widened at his words but before you could say anything he had shoved two fingers inside of your cunt, collecting himself before he reached up and pressed his fingers to your lips. You wrapped your lips around them and sucked him clean, smirking as he dropped his forehead against your stomach as he moaned. “Fuck- I need to taste you again.”

You gasped as Bucky placed your leg over his shoulder and began eating you out like a mad man. The moans of pleasure that left him were driving you insane.

“Please! Bucky, I can’t- I- please!” you whimpered.

“Shh… so good baby girl!” He sucked and nipped your clit until you were sure you couldn’t anymore but he knew you could so he worked you until you were coming again with a scream of his name. If it wasn’t for Bucky holding you against the glass you’d have fallen down for sure. Bucky kissed your body as he stood back up, pressing you against the glass. “Baby, are you okay?” He held your face in his hands.

You nodded smiling up at him. “I’m fine, baby.”

Bucky grinned as he bent down and placed a loving kiss onto your lips. Moaning against each other, your hands roamed over the others sweaty skin, shivers running down your spine from the cold glass, goosebumps forming where Bucky’s metal fingertips trailed. Bucky brushed his lips against your neck, chuckling as he licked a path up to your ear before he took your earlobe in between his teeth.

“Turn round, baby girl,” he whispered as he placed his hands on your waist. You turned round to face the window, the cold glass hardening your nipples. Bucky pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he trailed his fingers down your back. “God, I love you.”

He grabbed a hold of his cock and rubbed the tip of it through your wet folds before he slowly pushed forwards, filling you up. You moaned loudly as Bucky grabbed a hold of your hips, pulling back before slamming back into you again. Bucky began grunting as he fucked you hard against the window.

“Fuck… Bucky… harder!” you moaned letting your head fall back. “HARDER!” you screamed as Bucky’s cock hit that spot inside you.

Bucky moaned as you clenched around him, as his cock throbbed inside you. “Fuck! Baby, you close?” you nodded whimpering. “Fuck-” Bucky slid his hand down your front until his fingers came to your clit. He rubbed your clit as he carried on pounding into you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.”

You nodded biting your lip as you felt that familiar knot in your stomach snap and you came around Bucky’s cock with a scream. “Fuck, yes!”

Bucky leaned forwards so his weight was pressing you into the window as he kissed your neck softly. “Say you love me,” he whispered against your neck.

“You know I love you, Bucky.” you breathed heavily as you rested your forehead against the window.

Bucky smiled as he pressed his face against your neck, wrapping his arms around your much smaller body. “Just, say it Y/N. I love hearing you say it… makes my cock hard.” he chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “Say it,” he whispered again making you giggled.

“I love you, Bucky… and your hard cock.”

[zairapvrker]

what happens in vegas // calum hood

Author’s Note: Y’ALL!!! I’ve wanted to write this for a g e s and yesterday I was watching that episode of Friends -if you know, you know- and this whole thing came to mind. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: You decide to join your best friend Calum in his band’s end of tour celebrations in Vegas and things get rather... interesting.

masterlist

He hadn’t expected you to show up for the end of tour celebrations but he probably should’ve seen it coming since he did notice his bandmates being sneaky from time to time. He was so happy to see you for he hadn’t in so long, last time was halfway through tour.

As soon as you had spotted the table he and his friends were seated at, enjoying their first late breakfast in a while, you went up to them. Everyone else pretended not to see you as you covered Calum’s eyes with your hands. “Guess who?” you gingerly asked, he spinned around immediately and engulfed you in the tightest hug. “Y/N!” he hadn’t seen you in too long. “Cal, you’re crushing me” you laughed lightly as he stepped back murmuring a soft “Sorry” along with a shy smile. You decided to ignore the flips your stomach was doing at the sight, completely unaware of the alarmingly loud thrumming of your best friend’s heart.

Of course, the first thing in order for the night were drinks, so that’s how you found yourself in some random club in Las Vegas surrounded by all your friends, who were already all very tipsy. You laughed as you saw Michael‘s attempt at twerking up against a very amused Ashton, while Luke was recording it all - Crystal and Sierra doubling over in laughter. You sipped your drink, trying to suppress the ugly laughing, as Luke pocketed his phone declaring he was gonna teach his friend how to properly twerk - making everyone almost fall out of their seats.

The night was quick to escalate after that and you somehow ended up stranded at the bar, chatting with Calum. You weren’t quite sure what you were talking about, what nonsensical matter had you so happy and giggly and warm inside, although that was the usual when with your best friend - of course aided by the alcohol in this case. “I’ve missed you, doll” he said once the giggles had quieted down, the sincerity in his eyes making your heart clench. “Missed you too” you answered. “Hey, you wanna get out of here?” he asked. “What about the others?” you questioned, looking at the crowd of people and barely spotting them. “They’re old enough to find their way back to the hotel” he waved off, then grasping your hand in his and marching out of the bar into the chilly night.

Somehow the two of you had ended up in front of the Bellagio Hotel, admiring the fountain show with wide eyes. Calum brought you closer to him, sneakily sliding his arm around your waist until your back was resting against his chest, his chin on top of your head. He hoped you couldn’t hear his quickened heartbeat, luckily for him you were also preoccupied with similar thoughts. “Let’s take a look around here” Calum said after the show ended, you simply nodded following his lead. By now it was clear that you were just wandering around, pointing at things you found amusing and laughing about them for minutes - letting the intoxication clouding your minds just enough.

As you strolled down a strangely quiet road he suddenly asked “Should we get married?” making you stop dead in your traks, also bringing him to a halt. Your head cleared for a second and your jaw dropped, if you had a drink no doubt you would’ve spat it. “What?” you exhaled, shoked. “There’s a chapel every twenty steps! Maybe it’s a sign” he gestured with the hand that wasn’t holding yours. You scoffed a laugh “We’re in Las Vegas, Cal. That’s one of the main things this city is known for!” you tried to reason, but you couldn’t deny that your heart felt like it was a second away from bursting out of your chest and your stomach was clutched in a seriously tight knot. He nodded, seemingly taking a minute to think, looking at your intertwined fingers. You followed his gaze but when you looked up again, he was down on one knee. “Cal...” you whispered, suddenly his light touch on your hand burning like fire.

“When we were nine some guys were making fun of me because I still couldn’t ride a bike properly and fell from time to time. You made them shut up and go away reminding them that they still couldn’t ride a skateboard for the life of them, and offered me one of your Spiderman bandaids. Then we went for ice cream with your babysitter and we promised we would be best friends forever” you smiled fondly at the memory, feeling tears burn at the back of your eyes. “I’d very much like to honour that promise” he ended with a low voice. You kneeled down as well, grasping both his hands in yours. “Promise me this then” you said with a shaky voice, watching him nod while inhaling.

“Promise that these drunken words are also sober thoughts” you watched him intently as a smile appeared on his face. “I promise” he stated seriously, at that you started nodding. “So you’ll marry me?” he asked again, the hint of a laugh in his voice. “Yes, I will” you answered, starting to laugh. You watched as Calum took the ring off his pinky and slid it onto your left ring finger, the both of you giggling at the fact that it was still too big. “Let’s go get married!” you yelled, hugging him, as he sneaked a kiss onto your lips before the two of you took off, hand in hand, running to the nearest chapel.

The first thing that hit you when you woke up was a headache, but you knew where that came from, still remembering the drinks downed the night prior. The next thing, however, you had trouble placing. You knew you had drunk enough to remember at least something the next day, but all memories came to a halt after the one of you can Calum exiting a chapel.

Hold the fuck up. A chapel?! You sat up abruptly, not caring for the arm wrapped around your waist, as you stared at your left hand in disbelief. Wrapped around your ring finger stood a gorgeous diamond ring along with a wedding band. You looked to your right, less surprised than you would’ve normally been to find Calum laying there, but the panic quickly set in again as you noticed a wedding band on his finger. The memories from the night before were hazy but definitely there, so you took a second to calm down. You walked in circles around the room, trying to relax and breathe in deeply. Too bad it didn’t really work. “Calum!” you shook him a little, but that didn’t work, so you picked up your pillow and smacked him with it. “Calum wake up!” that worked.

“What?” he asked with a voice full of sleep, low and husky. Deciding to ignore what that did to you, you dove straight into the news. “We uhm, w-we got married last night” the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. At least you knew tears weren’t on their way. He looked slightly surprised for a second, his gaze shifting towards both your hands, then he breathed in deeply. The air was thick with tension, the situation very new and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander around the room - anything but meeting his dark, warm eyes. You felt him shift, sitting up to mirror your stance.

You were afraid to ask anything, because you remembered his words and yours as well. Yet, neither had clearly spoken about their intentions. The air was getting almost too to heavy to breathe. “Do you want to get an annulment?” he asked, almost cautiously, scared. You, however, were left speechless. “What do you mean?” you let out in a whisper. He stood up, sighing, and lightly stretching before rubbing his face. “I mean, do you want to get an annulment? We’re still in time, I think, before we have to go get a divorce-“ before he could finish the sentence you stopped him. “I’m sorry, weren’t you the one who wanted to get married?” you couldn’t help raising your voice just a little in shock. “We were drunk, Y/N” he stated seriously, one shoulder leaning on the door frame of the bathroom. At that you couldn’t help but flinch, hurt from his words - cutting you deep. You stood up as well, trying not to let the breaking of your heart in a million pieces stop you from talking back. “Yes, but you remember, don’t you?” you asked, taking one step closer. “You promised, Cal. So why did you change your mind?”

His arms uncrossed, falling to his sides. “I just don’t think it’d be the best choice for you” his voice was calm, he was trying to hide his real emotions and you could tell. “What do you know what’s best for me?! I said yes, didn’t I?” you couldn’t keep your calm as he was. He huffed, hands balling up into fists. “You were drunk enough to!” he finally matched your level of aggravation. You were shaking your head, arms crossed. This couldn’t be happening. “You seemed pretty convinced last night. Apparently, I was wrong” you turned around, partly to hide the tears you knew were coming but also to try and take the ring off your finger.

“Well, I’m sorry if I don’t want to stay married to someone who doesn’t love me!” he cut himself off, making you stop dead in your tracks as you inhaled sharply. “I just..” he sighed, defeated. “I don’t want you to stay married to me because it’s not fair to you” you heard him exhale and turned around. He was playing with his ring. “It’s not fair because I know you don’t love me the way I love you” As soon as the words left his mouth if felt as if time had stopped, all the air in your lungs had been knocked out of them and your brain had completely stopped working. You blinked once, letting the tears that had pooled in your eyes stream down your cheeks, your heart beating furiously. “Y-you...” you stuttered shakily. “I’m in love with you - I think I’ve always been. And I know you don’t feel the same but I guess the alcohol gave me the courage I needed to do the thing I wished I could, maybe in another lifetime” he was trying really hard not to break down in front of you. “I would’ve never expected you to say yes, but you did, and I blamed it on the drinks. I suppose I just wanted to live out my dreams, even if for a short while” he looked at you, his eyes burning from the tears he was trying hard to hold back, but seeing you cry in front of him he couldn’t help letting a few slip. “So I’m sorry for putting you in this situation, it was selfish of me”

You couldn’t let the man in front of you suffer any more than he already was, it was breaking your heart that your silence was doing this to him. So you went up to him, ignoring the slight confusion in his eyes, and wrapped your arms around his figure. Slowly, he hugged you back, holding you close. “It was selfish of me to never let you know that I’ve been in love with you for forever” you said against his chest. He let go of you, putting some distance between your bodies. “You’re just saying that” he said, hurt. You shook your head.

“I’m not. I would never just say that” you assured him. “And I would’ve never agreed to marry someone I don’t love with every ounce of my being” you let your hand trail lightly up his arm, until it reached his face, your thumb tracing the shape of his lips softly. He was watching you so intently that his gaze almost burned. “I love you” you whispered, finally meeting his eyes.

He was looking deep into them for any sort of insecurity or insincerity, but he found there to be none. Slowly, a beaming smile formed on his lips, making one appear on yours as well. “And I love you”

As the two of you reached the hotel lobby, finally meeting the rest of the group you hadn’t seen since the night before, a few knowing looks were exchanged. “So, where did the two of you run off yesterday?” asked Michael wiggling his eyebrows, earning a playful slap on the arm from Crystal. “Couldn’t even wait to get back to the hotel to hook up?” cut in Ashton, with a wide smirk.

You and Calum looked at each other holding back the laugh that was trying to escape the both of you, so lifting up your left hand - which was intertwined with his right one - you said “Actually, we got married.” A choir of “What the actual fuck?!” and “Oh my God!” accompained by happy squeals followed, before you were drowned by your friends questions and demands to see the ring. The both of you laughed, the amount only increasing when Luke exlaimed “Man, I knew you two would’ve ended up together, I just thought I’d be there to give my wonderful speech!”

[naferty]

stevetony fic recs!!!! please!!!!!

Oh no there's just so many to choose from!! So many wonderful stony fics from so many wonderful authors. This is hard. Don't do this to me 😭😭

I hope you enjoy these just as much as I do!! 

(topTony and bottomSteve are also included)

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What Lies Inside by Penumbren

     When the Avengers discover Captain America in the Arctic sea, they find more than just a new team member: Tony Stark discovers his fated mate. The problem is, Steve Rogers is a man out of his own time and apparently straight, and Tony's not about to force anything on the man he loves--even if it means his own death. Besides, Tony's spent his entire life keeping secrets. How can he possibly tell Steve that he's really Iron Man, let alone a werewolf?

Birds of a Feather by LoquitorLatinae 

     Tony only ever wanted to be an Alpha with bright feathers, a huge wingspan, and attitude. But he was an Omega, and while he still has the attitude, his lot in life as dictated by society leaves a lot to be desired. But he was Tony Stark, and he wasn’t going to let anything get in his way—though he wouldn’t necessarily be against the company of a certain Alpha Capsicle.

Killing Monsters in the Rain by snoozingkitten

     Tony is a werewolf in name only, he’s also a genius and a playboy and the Lord of the house of Stark. When he’s forcibly reminded of his heritage by a crash landing in the East River Forest things go a bit differently than he’d expect. Fantasy AU

Man Out of Time by samptra

     Closing dark eyes he tried to center his wildly gyrating thoughts. “This isn’t happening this isn’t real…” he wacked his head a few more times, “I did not go through a weird tear in the air again. There was no crazy terreract driven machine…and I defiantly did not go back in time.” This was all some sort of dream he was having a nightmare one that he’d awake from in his bed, in Avengers Tower, in the year 2013.

That Has Such People by samptra

     Captain Tony Stark has found himself in a strange time and place. Billionaire, genius Steve Rogers has no idea what to do with a man from the past. Together perhaps they can teach each other a little about the past and future.

Dulce et Decorum est by samptra

     Badly wounded in Afghanistan Lieutenant Tony Stark had been deemed unfit for combat. His life now stretching before him a bleakly; a company he wants nothing to do with, a legacy he can barely tolerate, and a life he never wanted. Until he’s given the chance to be something he never imagined; a superhero.

Thumb, Index, and Pinky Extended by Eudoxia

     Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

Living In The Future by Closer

     Eighteen-year-old Tony Stark is the boy genius who woke Captain America, and now he's stuck with him. That's not a bad thing, but between Steve's wide-eyed wonder at the new world and Tony's little fanboy crush, the awkwardness just keeps happening.

Engaging the Enemy by tsukinofaerii

     Iron Man is one of the more persistent villains that the Ultimates face, with a special fondness for one Captain America. As Steve starts to findout more and more about him, the lines between hero and villain begin to blur. Sometimes, you don't have to be on the right side of the law to be in the right.

The Tower of Yesterday by manic_intent

     Tony is the WWII hero waking up in the future. Iron Man Noir.

Got the Cream by YourFavoriteRobot

      Steve is coasting through life after leaving the army without making any real connections to anyone around him. Until a mischievous deity turns Steve's only friend, his cat Tony, into a human being.

Tony Stark and the Sentinel of Liberty: A Marvels Adventure by Sineala

     When Project Rebirth fails, leaving the super-soldier serum inert in his veins, Steve Rogers is forced to bid goodbye to his dream of defending his country -- at least, in the way he'd always envisioned it. But his prospects in that regard aren't entirely bleak: he takes a job as chronicler for Tony Stark, the former Marvels adventurer who now serves his country in his typical unorthodox style, hunting down mystical relics before the Nazis can find them. At Tony's side in the jungles of Peru, Steve discovers that the serum works after all -- but it works in ways he could never have imagined.

Not This Omega by Annehiggins

     With Stane dead, Tony has to find a mate or lose controlling interest in his company, so it's time to throw an omega ball. Tony has a plan, but doesn't count on the drug in his drink. Now he's stuck with a mate who doesn't seem all that into him. Based on this prompt in the avengerkink meme. Set it a world where no one, not even Pepper, knows Tony is Iron Man and the events of Iron Man 2 never happened.

Unknown Caller (do not engage) by gottalovev

     Steve had one job: exchange a couple of texts with a guy who thought he had Natasha's number, and let him down gently. It ends up being a lot more complicated than that.

A Little Too Not Over You by jay_girl88

     "Steve had experienced torture before. This was a cruel and unusual form of it."

Sometimes, you can't see what's right in front of you until it isn't there anymore.

Colour Me In Love by starksnack

     [5:12 AM] Hey so I know you modeled for me like two years ago, but I really liked the work we did and was wondering if we could get together for coffee and talk about your possible participation in my upcoming project. Please let me know when you’re available. - SR

Tony models for Steve.

Basically two idiots in love.

Parabol Series by chaoticcollectorchaos_me

     When a dead body is discovered, the Avengers become murder suspects.

Rockabye Verse by BladeoftheNebula

     Cute alphas didn’t appear out of nowhere to help ruined omegas. That was a widely accepted fact.

Tony Stark had always known his life wouldn’t be easy as a genius omega in an alpha’s world. But not even he predicted getting knocked up and forced to move to a small town in the middle of nowhere.

A Gentleman's Guide to Centaurs by BladeoftheNebula

     All of Marvyl is a-twitter when Captain Rogers comes to town and takes up residence at Brooklyn Hall.

A single alpha in possession of a large fortune is an interesting prospect for any unmarried omega - especially when he has hooves.

You Have Me by ShesLikeTexas

     Tony Stark is a twenty year old college student trying to get by after being cut off by his father. Enter: Art student Steve Rogers, otherwise known as "The Captain," one of the most powerful crime bosses in New York.

Home by Saber_Wing

     Desperately, he reached back and grasped for the carving knives on the block behind him, because damned if he was going down without a fight. Then the bilgesnipe's razor sharp teeth clamped down harder on Tony's leg, and this time, he heard something crack. All rational thought fled with it.

Tony's vision went white. He thought he might have screamed, but he couldn't be sure.

Oh god, it hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck-

Thor really should learn to keep Bilgey in his room.

The Red String by masterlokisev159

     As Prince Anthony stands by the window and watches his kingdom burn, he can only hope and pray that the barbarians will be kind. After all, what good would it do to have more bloodshed after so many lives have been lost?

It is inevitable though. Whether he likes it or not, he is the prince, the son of the cruel and powerful King Howard. And princes such as he do not last long once their kingdom has been claimed.

Tony knows these will be his final hours. He knows the barbarian leader is coming for him.

He just prays it will be a quick and painless death.

Sweet on You by MiniRaven

     It’s the 1940’s and Tony is working as a Donut Doll for the Red Cross. His job is to go around to various military bases and offer comfort food and conversation to homesick soldiers. He’s come to expect a lot of things in this job, but he doesn’t expect to fall in love with Captain America, the hottest most awkward soldier Tony has ever met.

Clan (of the Stranger and the Outcast) by greymantledlady

     The Stranger holds out his huge hand towards Tony, palm outwards and upwards.

Tony watches him warily, baring his teeth a little, not yet a snarl but a warning. But the Stranger simply holds his hand there, waiting, waiting; and his knife is lying on the ground between them, and there is no threat in the lines of his body.

Tony lets out a little breath he’s been holding. And he’s trembling, but he slowly reaches his own hand out, tentative and uncertain, and brushes the fingertips against the Stranger’s calloused palm. And the Stranger smiles a little, his eyes soft, and wraps his fingers around Tony’s.

The Long Way Back (To You) by Pearl_Unplanned

     After mouthing off to the wrong God of Mischief, Steve and Tony find themselves stuck as a cat and mouse, respectively. Either they work together to get home without being picked off by one of the many everyday dangers like stray dogs, cars, rat poison and each other, or they die trying. And maybe they can just come to terms with how they really feel towards one another.

The Future is Now by Pearl_Unplanned

     After a villain's failed 'time machine' is used on Tony and Steve, it leaves them both far older than anyone had been expecting. Tony, unsurprisingly, is having trouble coping with it, especially since there's a chance it might be permanent. Steve, on the other hand, tries to make the best of the situation.

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I have plenty more but I think this is a good list. Enjoy!

[queerchoicesblog]

Ghost of You (SC Titanic, Zetta x Adele)

So this is my very first SC Titanic fanfic: I am excited to post it and well I suppose I should warn you that probably Zetta x Adele fictions will be rather long as this love story features themes that are very dear and meaningful to me, such as 1. well, obviously the Titanic story, 2. references to beginning of the century cinema (love very old and b&w movies), 3. sapphism and 4. femminism/suffragette movement. It’s basically everything I could have ever asked for. The Gentleman Jack fans out there might find a reference here...

So here I tried to imagine what brought Zetta to write that little note to Adele after basically disappearing. Loved that scene and I had to try and portray her turmoil, her missing Adele but also, as any historical lesbian (maybe not only historical), fearing the strings of society and their effect on their love and her beloved suffragette. Hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I quoted some pieces of dialogue from the original book

Word Count: 2555

Zetta x Adele Tag: @marmolady @animus-and-anima @hayley-carter19 @escako @everlastingchoices @andrxrneda @aestheticsayeed @eleanorwaverrley @indescribablechoices @ahrielstuff @lvcley @nazario-sayeed

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Two rapid knocks on the door then:

“Are you there, doll? Can I come in?”

Richard’s voice abruptly brought Zetta’s back to reality, involuntarily making her jump in her seat. ��She blinked twice as if wakingg from a dream and took a quick look around. She couldn’t recall how long she had been sitting at her vanity lost in her thoughts with a brush in her hand. She just couldn’t focus that day as she was haunted by memories of the past. But Richard didn’t have to know, mustn’t have to know. She put down the brush and quickly fixed her hair before adjusting her robe to limit the skin exposure to the minimum: after all, they weren’t married yet…and her heart didn’t belong to Mr. King. Only after that, she answered loud enough to be heard on the other side of the ebony door:

“Sure, darling”

She resumed her interrupted makeup session, pretending to be fully taken by that routine that didn’t bring her the usual joy anymore. She looked at herself in the mirror and put on a practiced smile: it would have been enough to fool her fiancé.

Richard entered her boudoir and theatrically opened his arms as a seasoned professional: he mentioned that he started as an actor before becoming a stellar director.

“My love, every time I see you I’m completely blinded by your beauty. You’re the brightest star in the sky, even brighter than Venus itself” he said moving closer and kneeling beside her chair.

“…And you’re gonna be the most radiant woman at the party tonight. The belle of the ball, la plus belle” he added, courtly taking her free hand and placing a kiss on her knuckles.

He looked up at her with a dashing smile.

“Trés charmant, Richard…but are you done with poetry?” she smirked, retrieving her hand and resuming her previous core.

“Ah, la belle dame sans merci!” Richard exclaimed before falling back to the floor holding a hand on his chest.

“Silly” Zetta laughed and she was soon joined by Richard who stood again and leaned on her table.

“I can’t help it around you, doll, apologies” he shrugged, flashing her another smile.

Zetta had to summon all her acting expertise not to cringe at “doll”. She hated it when every fiber of her being when Richard -or any other men- called her “doll”. Even her first director called her so, even her husband…doll, as if that was all she was to them: a beautiful toy, maybe a collectible but not truly a woman. Not truly Zetta.

Instead, she mirrored his smile and threw him a quick look before methodically applying some rouge on her cheek.

“So, what are you dying to say that can’t wait?”

“Seeing you isn’t a reasonable excuse?”

Richard was a charming man, without doubt. He wasn’t a bad man or so it seemed to her but she had been deceived by men who swore to only want the best for her that it was hardly possible for Zetta to fully trust any of them. And a man could have never won her heart.

As she flashed him just one of her enigmatic smile, he spoke again:

“Fine, you got me: I just wanted to see you and to remind you that our producers are expecting us at Rao’s for dinner in an hour. We should leave soon” he gave an apologetic smile and lowered his voice to a whisper. “Will we be there in time?”

“We will, I promise you” Zetta confirmed then made a show of shooing him away. “Now shoo, call Sabine and let me get dressed or else we will be late”

Richard raised his arms in surrender, laughing. Then he pressed a kiss on the crown of her head.

“I’ll get off of your hair, doll”

Zetta resumed her makeup as Richard moved towards the door. He was halfway out when

“Oh I almost forgot! I spoke to Alan yesterday and he loved the movie: the story of the two sisters reunited in the midst of chaos on the sinking ship is just perfect, so heart-warming-“

“Yes, it truly is heart-warming” Zetta commented, losing focus again.

“The story is real, right? You met at least one of them on board, didn’t you?”

Zetta’s voice lowered as memories started surfacing back.

“Yes, we were…rather close”

“If they survived, we should track them down and invite them at the movie: it would be great if they could talk to the press. Journalists love stories like this: I can see the headlines alrea-“

“We’ll see, Richard. Now please go call Sabine”

She tried to keep her voice from betraying her feelings, but she could feel a rush of anger surging. She would have never handed the Carrem sisters and such a private and tragic moment of their lives to those shameless sharks who go under the name of journalists. The subtle hint of heartbreak and they prey the unfortunate victims like vultures over a corpse: they wouldn’t stop until they had dissected those aching hearts, leaving them to bleed out. No, she would have done everything in her power to prevent this.

The story she wrote down when asked to bring the grim fate of the Titanic on the big screen was fiction: inspired by true facts but fiction. Zetta was smart enough to know that life and fiction are two separate things and that an edulcorated tale of those most tragic hours was all the world could take: the people of New York, who weren’t there that night, would have been overwhelmed by the real story.

Still, when she sat at her desk and started writing a draft of the script her mind immediately turned to…Adele.

She didn’t even notice Richard leaving the room as the silhouette of Miss Carrem clouded her thoughts. Finally alone, her face fell and she shut her eyes as if to prevent the memory from fading away.

Adele, most gracious, fearless Adele…

Her lips curled into a sad smile as she reminisced their first meeting. She was sitting in her suite smoking and listening to James making some pointless speech when the door opened and Teo stepped in followed by Adele. She had the beauty of a Greek goddess and the look of someone who was going through a lot. She clearly felt out of place among finely dressed first-class passengers in the lavish room but she kept her head high. Zetta remembered feeling the urge to know what troubled her but she put on her mask, the sardonic film star ever out of reach. And then…was it a brave move or just an insane one? Adele told her of her arrest, of prison. Everyone else would have hidden from her, a new employer and Zetta Serda…not Adele. She handed her everything she needed to destroy her life as if it was no big deal. Zetta was taken aback and searched her green eyes for any sign of mockery but find none: the stranger girl truly trusted her with her life. That’s when she realized how unique Miss Carrem was.

Adele found a way to her heart effortlessly as if she had the map from the very start. When she placed her hand over hers in the projection room, she startled Zetta: whenever she had made the fatal mistake to show her vulnerable side to anyone, they would have used it against her to make her feel weak or small…clearly in need of someone who would tell her what to do, to guide her. They would have refilled her glass with wine again and again instead of going for the simplest gesture: taking her hand into theirs and comfort her. Making her believe with that touch that everything would have been fine, and she was stronger than whatever life threw her.

For a moment, as Adele held her hand, she felt safe, pacified, something she had never experienced with any of her supposed lovers. She couldn’t even be mad at her secretary when she revealed her James’ plan and the true reason behind his bailing her out of jail. She was shocked, obviously but she also couldn’t believe that Adele, brave foolish Adele, had put her life into her hands again. “I’m perfectly aware of the risk I’m taking by revealing this to you but you deserve to know. I cannot keep this from you” she said, looking her right in the eye.

Those eyes…they took Zetta’s breath away whenever they ignited with the fire sparking inside her. She could have lost herself in their green depths when they gleamed with pride and mischief as she proposed a toast to the vote to women or whenever their eyes met. She got lost in them when their lips touched, and they grew dark with desire. How daring and foolish they had been in the Turkish baths…but she couldn’t bring herself to regret that moment of ecstasy when she felt free and truly loved, for once. She could still shiver remembering Adele’s touch, the way her lips traced down her body with reverence and adoration, the soft moans the tender girl in her arms suffocated hiding her face in the crook of her neck as she melted under her caresses. In those stolen embraces she knew happiness.

How happy she felt whenever Adele was around: just exchanging a brief look across the room would make her heart flutter.

Then other memories surged and Zetta felt tears welling her closed eyes. Her birthday night, that cursed birthday night…Adele and her sneaking away from the party to find a private spot on the deck. The wine, the cold breeze of the ocean, Adele’s silvery laughter at her tipsy enthusiasm, how she craved those sweet lips all night.

“If I’m honest, I don’t even want to reach shore, I don’t want to go back to the party…I just want to stay out here with you. Forever.”

Adele’s tender smile in agreement.

“Let’s just make a tent of this blanket – we can live off seal meat and rainwater”

Her tipsy proposal made the two of them laugh again.

“What about your acting career?” Adele inquired, a smile lingering on her face.

“We’ll make our own plays. Whaddya say?”

God, how those words sounded different now…how she would have given everything to have Adele there to cup her face and give her a slow, deep kiss. But Adele wasn’t by her side anymore…she lost sight of her when her agent and Richard dragged her and James away from the crowd at the New York pier.

She hadn’t written her ever since that day and she felt so impossibly guilty because of that: Adele must have thought she had forgotten about her after all her words of love on the ship. Maybe she felt used, maybe she hated her by now and cursed the memory of her. She would have reasons to hold a grudge to her…the truth was that happiness and love are hard to accept if you have never truly had them before and if they came from a woman loving another woman.

Zetta had tried to write her a thousand time but every time she had made an effort to put her feelings into words, her lines rang hollow. Yet the words that got stuck in her throat when Adele pulled her into a corner and confessed that no matter what happened that night she needed to tell that she loved her were clear in her mind.

The months spent parted from you are the saddest time of my life. I’m haunted by you, the ghost of you. You’re everywhere: even if I’m silent, not an hour passed where I haven’t thought of you. I tried not to, but whenever I closed my eyes, there you were. I love you and I can’t live without you, without your smile, your wit, your touch. I just can’t but how can I ask you to be with me in the dark? I can’t step back from this wedding and I don’t want you to be a secret mistress: that would squalid and offensive when you are the one I want to give all of me. To marry, if that was even a possibility for us so that I could spend every single day of my life with you, waking up with you by my side, taking care of you…making you happy. Your absence makes even breathing hard, not to mention smiling to strangers, “capitalist pigs” as you would say…I even try and talk like you do, you see? But I find myself wondering: will I make you happy if I have to hide our love from the world? Kiss you only behind closed doors? Let you see me marry a man? You’re a free spirit, my love, I don’t want to put you in a cage because our love, our pure love would be a scandal and a scandal would ruin everything I worked for since I was even younger than you. I don’t want you to spend your life as a ghost yet I find myself craving to see your face one more time as living without you is barely surviving but all the light has gone as I lost you.

Suddenly she felt someone placing their hands on her shoulders.

“Let me help you here, Madame”

She opened her eyes and saw Sabine, smiling sympathetically down at her. She tried and failed to mirror her smile as her mascara was now running down her cheeks.

Sabine helped her to her feet and took care of everything. Zetta let her washed up her face and helped her into her shiny evening dress: she felt like a child in the hands of a loving mother. When she was putting on her earrings, the final touch, Sabine handed her a small stack of envelopes.

“The invitations to the movie screening and party” she explained. “It’s October first, I would suggest to send them first thing tomorrow to ensure that everyone get the invitation within reasonable notice. It wasn’t easy to find all the addresses, but I did my best”

“I’m sure you did, Sabine. Thank you for taking care of it.” Zetta said as she checked the succession of familiar names of former passengers and famous colleagues. “I will sign them personally when we come back from the party”.

“Excellent” Sabine nodded.

Then as Zetta placed the stack on her desk, she presented her a single envelope.

“I hope you don’t mind if I requested a faster delivery for this one” she added before bowing her head curtly and leaving the room. “Have a nice evening, Madame”

Zetta read the name handwritten on the last envelope where a different stamp had been appointed.

‘Mademoiselle Adele Carrem’

A lump formed in her throat but she forced herself not to cry and just smile, mentally thanking Sabine: she had found her. Following nothing else but her instinct, Zetta picked out the invitation and signed it with her fountain pen. Then, as Richard called her name, she grabbed a slip of paper and wrote a brief note:

“Please come, my love. I must see you again. Yours, Zetta”.

She folded everything back into the envelope and finally left her room as a newfound hope kindled inside her.

[actuallykiwi]

OC-tober 7th: Pre and Post Game Life

OC: Annie Sinclair, Alec Sinclair / Featuring: Codsworth, Nick, Hancock, mentioned names

Enjoy :) 

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Spring would always be Annie’s favorite season, but man she loved fall, too. Especially since the weather was just perfect for a Saturday. 

October 23, 2077 was her first day off from the day care in weeks, and she was looking forward to it. She lie in bed and remembered telling the kids in her class yesterday about how excited she was to go see a movie with her best friend, walk around the park, and then have her favorite meal with Alec for dinner.

So when she rose from her pillow that morning, little did she know her plans would change drastically. 

“Morning, Codsworth!” She said cheerfully as she approached him in the kitchen. 

“Ah, good morning, mum! Your coffee; 173.5 degrees Fahrenheit, brewed to perfection!” The Mr. Handy robot spun around the counter, carefully holding the steaming mug out to her. She chuckled, “Why, thank you! Glad I actually have time to enjoy it today.” She carefully set it on the counter and prepared her blasphemous amounts of cream and sugar. Typically Codsworth would do that, but it was the one thing Annie insisted on doing herself. Mainly because he commented on the sheer amount of sugar and caffeine she poured into it each day. 

“I’m assuming sleepyhead is still asleep?” She wondered out loud to Codsworth. “Yes, mum! Sir Alec is peacefully sleeping his day away, though I did hear him mumble something about space monkeys at around 4 am.” 

Annie laughed. “He is a space monkey. But he did get off from his shift pretty late last night. I’m gonna check on him.” She grabbed her coffee and headed down the hall to his closed door. After gently knocking, she cracked it open just enough to poke her head in. 

His soft snoring drifted into the hallway. Army fatigues littered the floor next to his bed from when he was too exhausted to change last night. “Bless your heart, Al. They’re working you to death. What exactly are they expecting to-?” 

The doorbell echoed from the living room, causing Annie to jump and Alec’s snoring to pause for a brief moment, then resume quietly. 

Annie placed her coffee back on the counter. “I believe it’s that salesman again, Miss Annie. He can’t take ‘no’ for an answer, can he?” Codsworth explained from the window. “He’s just doing his job, Cods. Let’s see what’s up.” She tightened her bathrobe and adjusted her bun before opening the door. 

“Good morning! Vault-Tec calling!” A Vault-Tec Sales Rep approached her with an all-too-wide smile on his face. “Good morning!” She politely smiled back. 

“Isn’t it? Just look at that sky up there!” He paused to gesture also-too-widely, and cleared his throat when she nodded awkwardly. “*ahem*  You can't begin to know how happy I am to finally speak with you. I've been trying for days. It's a matter of utmost urgency, I assure you.” 

“Oh, well, then I’m sure glad you came!” She laughed nervously. 

“Yes ma’am, I am too. Now, I know you're a busy woman, so I won't take up much of your time. Time being a, um, precious commodity... I'm here today to tell you that because of your family's service to our country, you have been pre-selected for entrance into the local Vault. Vault 111.” This man bounced back and forth from being overly excited to clearly being afraid of something. Annie was beginning to be a little worried. “Oh, okay, uh, great! Where do we sign up?” 

“You’re actually already cleared for entry! Just need to verify some information, is all, you know, in case of uh.. total atomic annihilation.” He whispered the last part. 

Now Annie was worried. “Right, okay...” She took the clipboard and filled out the information, while tentatively watching him glance around nervously. “You don’t think that will actually happen, do you..?” 

He took the clipboard from her. “U-uh, well it’s always better to be prepared, right?” He glanced down at the papers. “Wonderful! I’ll just run these over to the vault, and congratulations on being prepared for the future-!” 

The door was closed suddenly as half-awake Alec leaned against it. “That guy again? Annie, don’t tell me you bought anything from him?” 

“No, of course not! He was just telling us that we’re cleared for entry into that vault on the hill, in case of ‘total atomic annihilation!’“ She mimicked the sales rep, and Alec chuckled. “Yep, thanks to yours truly.” He grinned and wandered off to get his coffee from Codsworth. 

“Well, I’m gonna go freshen up real quick.” Annie stretched and went to the bathroom for just that. 

A few moments passed, and she was just finishing tying her bandana up in her hair when she overheard Alec from the living room. “Wait, Cods, turn that up.” 

“What’s going on?” She asked as she entered the living room, finding Alec huddled by the TV. 

“Followed by... yes, followed by flashes. Blinding flashes. Sounds of explosions... We're... we're trying to get confirmation... But we seem to have lost contact with our affiliate stations... W-We do have coming in... That's um... confirmed reports. I repeat, confirmed reports of nuclear detonations in New York and Pennsylvania. My God.”

The TV went black. Silence roared as Annie and Alec exchanged fearful looks. 

Then all hell broke loose when the air raid sirens cried their woeful cry. 

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How much time had passed? 1 day? 1 week? 1 year? She didn’t know. But when Annie opened her frosted eyes, it felt like it had been ages. A horrible gag escaped her throat when her pod suddenly opened, causing her to fall to her hands and knees and retch on the floor. 

She took deep, heaving breaths and shivered. “That... was not a decontamination pod.” She muttered. The difficult part was standing up, as if she had forgot how to. But she was able to weakly get on her feet and stumble to her brother’s pod directly across from hers. Only, she wasn’t expecting to find it already open, and empty. 

“W-what? Alec!?” She cried out, and turned to look around. “Alec!!??” 

Then, ever so faintly she swore she imagined it, she heard it way off in the distance. “Anneka!!”  

They made a promise to each other when they were little. A promise to only say each other’s full names when something was really wrong. And she knew, not only from her full name, but from the plain fear in his voice that something was very, very wrong. 

“ALEXANDER!!” She screamed, and began staggering as fast as she could towards the exit. She only paused when the door wouldn’t open to cough some more, then promptly gained her footing and ran to find another way out. 

The only thing that made her pause again was the site of the roaches the size of small dogs. And the several vault-tec-adorned skeletons littering the vault. “How long has it been...?” When she found the 10mm pistol, she was glad Alec taught her to shoot when she was in high school. It made the rest of her escape easier for her. 

When she eventually found the Pip-Boy and made it to the elevator, it was coming down, when it should have been up this whole time. She called his name again, but when there was yet again no answer, she tentatively stepped onto the platform and let it raise her joltingly to the surface. 

A thousand thoughts were swimming through her mind, so when she adjusted to the sudden sunlight, she wasted no time in jumping off before the platform even fully stopped and frantically began calling his name. “Alexander!!! Alec!! Al-...Al...” 

And she took it all in. The world she once knew, decayed to almost nothing. All the green, gone. All the life, dissipated. She fell to her knees in shock. “A...Alec...” And the tears fell. The tears fell and the vocal cords were strained from agony. 

Moments passed before she finally lifted herself from the ground, dusting off her vault suit, still damp with frost. 

And a new fire burned in her. An inferno of determination to find her brother, and adapt to this new, terrifying world. 

“Don’t worry, Alec. I promise you..” She adjusted her glasses and looked at the sky. “I will find you if it’s the last thing I do.” 

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“And I did... didn’t I...?” She said quietly to herself. 

Annie had been walking around Sanctuary, reminiscing about her promise, and where it’s taken her. In the backyard of her dilapidated house, a small, white handmade cross sit still on a mound, covered in wildflowers. And an aging military picture of Alexander Sinclair was pinned safely in the middle. 

“I just wish I could’ve found you sooner. But, no sense dwelling on that, right? I’m happy for those last few moments I had with you.” She crouched in front of him and rubbed the picture endearingly. Tears trickled down as she smiled sorrowfully at him. “I miss you, Alec. Every day. But we’re making a peaceful Commonwealth here. You’d be happy.” 

“Annie? Time for the speech, doll.” Nick called from the house. 

“Oh, coming!” She wiped her face quickly. “Sorry, looks like I’m needed! I’ll be back soon. Love you.” She kissed her fingers and tapped them on the picture, then scurried back to the street where the crowd was waiting. 

A soap box sat patiently waiting for her underneath the strung lights along the street, and the banner from the tree that read “United Commonwealth 1st Anniversary!” Everyone was chatting amongst each other until Annie took her place on the box. 

“Everyone! Today we celebrate the 1 year anniversary of peace in the Commonwealth!” 

A roar of applause. 

She laughed. “I know our version of ‘peace’ may seem odd, but as tenuous as it is, we must celebrate every moment we have of it, which is why 1 year is cause for such a huge celebration!” Applause. “1 year ago today, I made an agreement with every faction, city, and settlement to compromise in all our endeavors. I met with each of the leaders, including the new mayor of Diamond City, Hancock of Goodneighbor, Preston of the Minutemen, Maxson of the Brotherhood, and yes, even the leader of the Institute, with whom we had the most... animosity. But they have agreed to stop the kidnapping, the experiments, and to leave the Commonwealth alone unless it’s to help us. By their terms, we also leave them alone, and help voluntarily with whatever they need should they need it. The Brotherhood has agreed to help, not control, with building up the Commonwealth defense. And the Minutemen are still setting up settlements, now with the help of the Brotherhood. I know there’s still some hatred amongst us, especially for the Institute. But we need to put that hatred aside if we’re ever going to thrive again. Continue to stand with me, with each other, and let’s continue making the Commonwealth a better place.” Hancock handed her a Nuka Cola. “TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!” 

“TO THE UNITED COMMONWEALTH!” There was another roar of applause, and everyone happily cheered, danced, cried, and just celebrated. 

Hancock helped her down from the box and watched the crowd with her. “Good speech, sunshine. But part of me is kinda worried.” 

“About?” She asked as she took a swig of cola. 

“About this ‘tenuous peace’ you’ve worked so hard to achieve. I know you’ve got an optimistic way of lookin’ at things, but it probably ain’t gonna last. A year is lucky.”  

“I know. That’s why we need to celebrate while we can, before someone disagrees with someone else, and then it’s back to square one.” 

“Right. Then it’s the war all over again.” 

She chuckled sadly. “Well, if it ever comes to that, it’s like Alec always said...” She took a long drink from her cola and sighed. 

“’War never changes.’“

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Magnetic Pull - Erik Lehnsherr x Male!OC - Part 4

Fandom: X-Men: First Class (2011)

Pairing: Karmel Rosenstein (OC) x Erik Lehnsherr

Warnings: Spoilers for X-Men: First Class, Swearing, Internalized homophobia,

Notes: Welcome to Part 4! I really hope you guys are enjoying the series so far.

The following morning, Karmel found himself outside a covert CIA research base with the people he had only become acquainted with the previous day. He looked at the front of the building from inside Moira's car, ignoring the thoughts brewing inside his mind with Erik sitting so closely beside him. Karmel opened the door and got out, leaving it open for Erik, who nodded at him. He spared Erik a quick smile, hands balling into fists because he hated how he was getting so worked up over a man. Karmel stood between Charles and Erik glancing over at the latter.

"Welcome to my facility" the agent spoke."My mission has been to investigate the application of the paranormal powers in military defense" he explained, leading the way towards the front door. 

Erik lagged behind, Karmel doing so as well but trying to stay discreet about it, like he would when chewing gum on the job."Or offense.”

"Or offense" Karmel and Erik spoke in unison, looking at each other after it happened.

Charles raised his eyebrows, turning away to let them have their moment.

"Karmel, correct?"

"Yea. You're Erik, right?" Karmel asked, as if he didn't already know. He happened to have spent the past night beating himself up over the strange feelings and thoughts he received when Erik came to mind. 

Erik nodded.

”I, uh, I like your leather jacket” Karmel complimented.”I have a black one kinda like it.”

”I know, you’re wearing it” Erik pointed out.

Karmel looked down at it; he was indeed wearing the same black leather jacket from the day before.”So I am” he mumbled, slightly embarrassed for forgetting.

Erik turned away.

"This guy Shaw, Schmidt, whatever you wanna call him, he's working with the Russians. We might need your help to stop him."

"Marvelous" Charles commented, looking around."So we're to be the CIA's new mutant division, yes?"

The agent paused."Something like that."

They group was led inside the building, into a huge room and in front of an on-display plane of some sort. There, they met a young worker with small glasses and a thin-built frame.

"It's a supersonic" the worker clarified, as Karmel stood between Erik and Raven."The most advanced plane ever built. You should see it in real life, it's incredible."

"Hank, these are the special recruits I was telling you about" the agent introduced, gesturing to the mutants at his side."This is Hank McCoy, one of our most talented young researchers."

Karmel instinctively crossed his arms, nodding in greeting.

"How wonderful," Charles smiled, quick to approach Hank and shake his hand."Another mutant, already here, why didn't you say?" He asked, turning to the agent, unaware of the faltering smile on Hank's face.

Karmel noticed."Shit..." He breathed.

"Say what?" The agent looked confused.

That's when the light bulb in Charles' mind turned on."Because you don't know-" he shakily breathed, turning back to Hank."I am so, so terribly sorry" Charles apologized, gaze going soft.

Hank shook his head shyly.

The agent approached him slowly."Hank?" He called.

"You didn't ask, so I didn't tell."

"So your mutation is what?" Raven piped up, coming forward, "you're super smart?"

"I'll say. Hank here graduated Harvard at the age of fifteen" Charles hummed.

"I wish that's all it was" Hank muttered, Karmel leaning back where he stood as everyone, except for Erik and himself, crowded around Hank.

Erik nudged him."Karmel."

Karmel instantly looked over."Yea-?" He answered a little too quickly. Karmel cleared his throat, shifting a bit."Hmm?" He hummed instead, arms still crossed."Calm down, you're a man, he's a man. These feelings don't exist" Karmel thought to himself, wondering why Charles glanced over at him.

"Thank you for your mutation last night. Being pressed up against a stranger while soaking wet...wasn't pleasant, but I can’t really think of any easier way we could've gotten out of the water there" Erik spoke, looking Karmel up and down.

Karmel shrugged, fighting back a blush and a smile."I was simply doing what Charles told me to. But..." he went to fix his tie, "no problem, Erik."

"You can control them quite well."

"If you're who whipped those chain-links yesterday, I gotta say the same about you" Karmel chuckled, turning back over to him. He repeated his earlier thoughts, reminding himself that Erik was simply being nice: nothing more.

"You Jewish?"

"That obvious?"

Erik shrugged."Many Jews I know happen to have surnames ending in '-stein'. A trend of some sort."

Karmel chuckled."Guilty, I guess. How 'bout you?" He asked, noticing when Erik tensed."If- If you don't wanna answer that, that's fine-" Karmel told.

"No, it's just..." He sighed and glanced at his wrist, "being Jewish hasn't landed me anywhere nice in the past."

"I could say the same on my parents' behalf. I'm not a fan of rocks" Karmel turned away.

Erik looked over at Karmel, eyebrows furrowing. He decided against further questioning, attention back on the group gawking over Hank's feet mutation.

Hank jumped up, his big feet gripping onto a wing of the plane.

Karmel pushed himself off of the railing, following Erik's slow steps over to further inspect Hank's mutation.

"Ta-da" Hank sheepishly told, as Raven approached him.

"Jeez..." Karmel breathed.

"I know" Erik agreed, hand accidentally brushing against Karmel's.

"Sorry-"

"My mistake" Erik glanced down, though neither of them stepped away from the other.

***

That night, Karmel stood at the front entrance of the base. He leaned against the wall, taking swig after sip of a bottle of gin. Karmel felt he was in dire need of a moment alone with the cool winds...and a bottle of gin, his favourite alcohol. He did not expect to hear the front doors open, nor did he expect to see Erik rush passed, carrying a suitcase. Karmel wiped his mouth on his sleeve, pushing himself off the wall and stepping onto the pavement."From what I know about you, I'm surprised you've managed to stay this fucking long" he spoke, Erik freezing in his tracks.

Erik slowly turned around, Karmel taking another cool step towards him."What do you know about me?" He asked."Are you drinking-?" Erik then asked, squinting.

"Yea. Gin's my favourite. It also calms me down." Karmel closed his eyes, repressing down the ways Erik's voice made him feel. He took a sip of his gin."Everything Charles had the audacity to tell me...for some reason" Karmel hummed in thought, shaking his head to regain his attention on the- devastatingly- good-looking mutant.

"Then you and him would know to stay out of my head."

"Oh, no, Charles does all the mind games, that lil’ fucker. The extent of my powers are these bad boys" Karmel corrected, slowly raising a hand. 

Vines emerged from the bushes, one wrapping around his gin bottle to hold it, another vine twisting the cap back on. 

Karmel grinned for a moment, eyebrows raised proudly. He glanced down at the suitcase.

Erik looked at them, turning back around to continue walking away from the base.

"I'm sorry, Erik, but Charles informed me that he knows what Shaw did to you" Karmel slightly outstretched an arm, as if reaching out to stop him; but he was too far away. He couldn't bring himself to make his vines grab Erik and physically stop him, for them to wrap around him and hold him like a doll. Karmel took the advantage of Erik stopping to walk a few more steps towards him. He stuffed his hands into his pockets of his leather jacket."He felt your agony, and needed me to fish you guys out of the water. He can help you- we, can help you. Each other, too" Karmel planted most of his weight onto his hind leg, not complaining about the view he had from behind Erik. But, he was sure to cuss himself out for feeling like this, later.

Erik stayed silent, and didn't even move. He then huffed, turning to face Karmel."I don't need Charles' help.”

"Beware, it goeth before the fall, Erik. And Charles' help, sure, but you'll probably want mine. When was the last time you interacted with a Jewish man of your kind, with, I'm assuming, similar morals?" Karmel questioned, looking around at the vines bobbing behind him."You think I’m all for Charlie’s sunshine-rainbows co-existing fantasy?” He scoffed.”If you don’t want his help, you’ll at least want mine.”

“I don’t need your help, either.”

“Don't kid yourself, Erik, you very well needed my fucking help in the waters last night, you even thanked me for it, earlier." Karmel felt himself grow heated with the way Erik was looking at him, and hated it."You're men" he thought, "fucking control yourself."

Erik didn't answer, looking down in thought.

"That's what I thought" Karmel chuckled."It's not just Charles you're walking away from. Not just me either, Erik" he advanced towards Erik."Charles told me that here, you have the chance to become something much bigger than yourself" Karmel explained, stopping again.”As dim-witted as it sounds, I’m as in as I can be Especially if it’s with you- with- with someone like me.”

Erik blinked.”I always thought I was alone” he confessed.

"You’re not alone, Erik.” Karmel shook his head, a certain sureness in his blue eyes that shone despite the night sky dimming their surroundings.”You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone again.”

Silence followed, until Karmel spoke up once more.

“I won't stop you from leaving" Karmel's heart hurt as he said that, viciously grabbing the gin bottle and opening it. He took a much-needed chug, since he desperately wanted to stop Erik from leaving, but refused to acknowledge why."Believe me on that. I know what it's like to be forced to do something you don't wanna do. I know what it's like to hide something you don't wanna hide. I know what it's like to be angry, and not in control, Erik. But, still..." Karmel took another sip."I won't stop you from leaving. Physically, with my vines, I could. I also want to, really” he blinked his gaze away, looking down sadly.

Erik kept staring at him, gears slowly turning in his head.

“Charles stopped me, but I don’t fucking know if he was in my head controllin’ me while doing it or not. See those footprints?” Karmel asked, pointing over at a bush he was standing beside, just about an hour ago. He remembers, word-for-word, everything Charles and him said to each other in that hour, when Karmel was sure he was set on getting outta there and going back home to his mansion. Getting Erik out of his head, and these despicable (to Karmel) thoughts about him.

Erik turned his head, seeing semi-fresh footprints in the mud. He looked back over at Karmel, at the bits of dirt visible on his shoes.

Karmel looked down at his shoes.”But I won’t stop you.” He slowly started to walk backwards."Think about if you want me to be the only mutant to show the world what Jewish people are really made of" he called, waving his bottle of gin."Shaw has got friends. You could do with some, as far as I can tell. Friends of your own kind, even" Karmel forced himself to turn back around, vines retreating from back where they came from."Don't tame your demons, Erik: always keep them on a leash."

Erik watched him go, the two Jewish mutants blissfully unaware of the fact that Charles listened to- and watched- the whole thing from a window of the base.

Charles smiled softly at Karmel walking back into the building, smile growing when he saw Erik walk in pretty soon after.

[spine-buster]

Alone, Together | Chapter 16 | Morgan Rielly

A/N:  Welp, this story isn’t showing up in the morgan rielly tag anymore even though it’s my first tag in the list.  Anyone know a possible reason?  

I’m still on a high from the Raptors parade today.  Enjoy.

Bee had her outfit laid out on the chair in Morgan’s room, but she ignored it while she lied in bed with him and felt his fingers move in and out of her lazily, making her squirm for how sensitive she was getting but also making her mad for how slowly he was taking this.  They faced each other in the bed, her leg hooked over his, and he was holding her in his free arm; so soft and so gentle but also biting down on her skin and licking at her breasts and telling her what a good girl she was being as she kept trying to grind harder on his hand between her legs, only for him to pull away momentarily or go even slower which would drive her fucking insane.  

She still needed to take a shower.  She still needed to style her hair and do her makeup.  Her winged eyeliner alone took her like ten minutes.  But here she was.  Morgan was fingering her in his bed, and there was no way she was going to leave.  

They were definitely going to be late to Auston’s New Year’s Eve party.  

When he got back from his Christmas break in Vancouver and from the road game they played in Columbus, he seemingly couldn’t keep his hands off her.  She didn’t know what it was or what had gotten into him, but the second he arrived back in the city he’d called her, and by the first two minutes she was over his apartment, he’d pinned her against his door and was in her.  Literally.  The following night, after an upsetting loss to the Islanders at Scotiabank Arena, they went back to her place and engaged in four or five different rounds of sex throughout the night.  Yesterday, though she was out a majority of the day with Angie, she kept getting messages from him explaining what he wanted to do to her that night.  When she got home, he ate her out like she was the last meal on earth, until she felt like she was going to have a heart attack, which was apparently common for her now.  Even then, he let her relax for a bit until he went for a round two.

Everybody enjoyed good sex.  Everybody.  And when it becomes so available, nobody really passes on the opportunity.  Including her.  She loved feeling good, and she loved that he was the one able to make her feel so good, because he was a damn good lover, and a very generous one at that (she was generous too, let’s not get the story wrong here), but she wondered where all of this was coming from.  He told her he was just making up for lost time, but they had only been apart from each other for five days.  They’d been apart from each other longer, even just recently, and he hadn’t acted this way when he came back.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he whispered, curling his fingers in her and making her whimper loudly.  They’d resumed much of their dirty talk, too, after they had explored it before Christmas.  It was a staple now.  She couldn’t believe how much it turned her on and added to the whole experience.  “You like when I touch you like this, don’t you?” he asked.

“Yes,” she nodded her head.  “You always make me feel so good Morgan.”

He slipped another finger into her, and she writhed at the sensation of his fingers curling in her, hitting the spot she so desperately needed to hit.  He smiled and bit his lip.  “So good for me baby.  So wet.  So fucking wet.”  He lowered his head to kiss and bite at her neck.  He looked down to her boobs spilling out of her blush pink bra and curled his fingers again, making her grind onto his hand.  

“I’m so close Mo,” she said desperately.  “Please.  Go faster.  Go harder.”

“No,” he denied her.  “We’re gonna take it nice and slow.”

“Morgan.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, taking his fingers almost fully out of her as punishment, garnering another whimper from her.  He pushed them back in at an excruciatingly slow pace, and she wanted to kill him.  

“Morgan, please,” she was frantic.  “I want to come so bad.”

“Nice and slow,” he repeated, and she could only toss her head back and moan at his insistency before accepting her fate.  

She didn’t know how long they were lying there for, but when he slipped in yet another finger, and curled them all against her walls, it all became too much for her, and soon, she was completely gone.  Her orgasm washed over her, slow and powerful as it made its way throughout her whole body, and she was shaking from the sheer intensity of it.  She closed her thighs around his hand as he continued his movements, letting her ride it out for as long as possible.  He finally stopped when her body stopped shaking, and he took the opportunity to bring the hand that was buried in her up to his mouth.  They stared at each other as he sucked his fingers, loving the taste of her.  

“Fuck,” she muttered, barely waiting for her fingers to leave his mouth before she crashed her lips onto his, desperate to taste it too.  He made her fucking crazy.  Her body was a puddle off goo from her orgasm but he continued to find ways, the simplest of ways, to get her hot and bothered.  “You are a fucking gift, Morgan Rielly.”

“Hmm, so are you,” he mumbled in between kissing, trying to pull her body on top of him.  “The things I would do to you.  God.  Get up here.”

“Moooo,” she whined.  It was taking everything in her not to give in.  “I’ve gotta shower.”

“Shower?  For what?”

“For Auston’s party, dummy.”

“Ugh, whatever,” he groaned.  “Do we have to go?  We have much better things we could be doing.”

Bee snorted.  “Yes we have to go.  He’s your friend – our friend – and he’s expecting us to be there.  I even made cupcakes.”

He groaned again, moving to lie down on his back since he knew he wasn’t going to win.  “Why do you have to be such a good person?”

She shook her head at his question.  “That must be the horny talking.  If I get anymore action after what’s been going on these past couple of days they’re gonna have to put ‘Death by Morgan Rielly’s dick’ on my gravestone.”

It was his turn to snort.  “Well what do you expect when you have a nice pink bra like that on?” he asked rhetorically.  

She looked down quickly at her bra.  Blush coloured, satin with some lace.  Expensive, of course; or at least more than what she had previously paid for her bras.  It fit well, cupped her breasts perfectly, didn’t tug at her skin or give her indents.  The straps didn’t fall down her arms like they usually did.  She unclasped her bra and threw it at him, garnering a smile as it landed on his chest.  She gave him a wink before turning and walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower.  In the full-length mirror in the washroom, she looked at her body until the mirror began to fog.  She saw her tummy a little fuller thanks to Christmas; she saw her hips and thighs, wide as ever; she saw her arms lead up to her shoulders, now peppered with love bites.

Morgan had never mentioned anything about bras or panties or lingerie before she went on her shopping spree with the girls.  But now, with all the new satin and lace and bodysuits and baby dolls (though he’d only really seen the bodysuit in terms of lingerie), he couldn’t keep his hands off her.  He’d comment on the colour, the material, how good it made her boobs look, how good it made her ass look.  While she obviously enjoyed the compliments, and the hunger derived from it, she wondered if he thought these things before all the satin and lace.  Before the bodysuits and baby dolls.  Before the nice clothes and Chanel bags.

Morgan never once made her feel self-conscious about her body – in fact, it was the exact opposite – but she still couldn’t help but feel so.  She knew he was attracted to her in every way.  But did he like her better when she looked more put together, more sophisticated, like the other wives and girlfriends?  Did he like her better with her new hair, the makeup, the nice shoes and designer bags?  He’d always compliment on how good a pair of jeans fit her, or how her boobs looked in a top.  If she went back to the basic tops and pants, and outfits that she wore only weeks ago, would he still be attracted to her?  Could she still be with him?  Could she still be comfortable with him, knowing how much he seemed to love her new look?  Would he be comfortable with her going back to that look?  Or would he be embarrassed?

She stepped out of the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel before throwing on one of his bathrobes.  When she emerged, all the steam from the hot water escaping with her, she found Morgan still on the bed, scrolling through his phone.  He looked over at her and gave her a smile.  Her shower thoughts were still on her mind as she gave him a small smile back, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge.  She felt him move so that he was on his knees behind her.  

“I have a question for you,” he said in a low voice, placing a quick kiss on the exposed skin between the bathrobe and the towel wrapped around her head.

“No, we cannot skip Auston’s party,” she answered.

He let out a small chuckle.  “No no, not that.  Um, on January 21st the team has this big fundraiser at the Fairmont Royal York.  It’s called the Night With Blue and White,” he explained.  “It’s the biggest charity event we do.  All the proceeds to go the MLSE Launchpad.  It’s, like, $10,000 a table, and Rogers and all these other companies sponsor it.”

“And?”

“And it’s a gala event.  And I’d like it if you can be there with me.  So will you come?”

She couldn’t help but smile.  His tone was so serious, so hesitant; as if he was worried she would say no.  As if she’d say no.  “Of course I’ll come.  You want me there?”

“Of course I do,” he said gently, unwrapping the towel from her head to let her wet hair cascade down, giving her another kiss in the same spot between her shoulder and neck.  

She thought about the event, how many rich and important people would be there mingling and donating obscene amounts of money for the cause.  She thought about the glamour of it all, of all the women in high heels and expensive dresses, the men in dapper suits and pockets as deep as their company’s chequebook.  She thought about the historic venue, the flashing lights, the catered food and the deluxe bar.  

She thought about what she’d have to wear.  How much she’d have to get done up.  Going out to buy a fancy dress.  Going to get her hair done.  

“I already know you’re going to look so good that night,” he said, dragging his lips along the skin on her neck.  “You’ll knock ‘em all dead.”

She hesitated, her thoughts giving her so much anxiety.  “Morgan?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you like me more with all the nice clothes?”

Morgan stopped dead in his tracks.  He couldn’t believe she could be thinking something like that, so…so untrue, so incorrect and so mistaken and so fallacious.  His stomach was in knots as the words hung heavy in the air.  He didn’t know how to express his thoughts.  Words were a foreign concept to him.  “Briony…I…what?”

“You know what, it’s alright,” she said hurriedly.  “Forget I asked.  Forget it.”

He wasn’t going to let this one go.  There was no fucking way he was going to let this one go.  “No no no, hold on,” he said, practically jumping off the bed to kneel in front of her.  She wouldn’t even look at him.  “Briony.  Look at me.”

“No.  Just forget it.”

“Briony,” he said sternly.  Her eyes met his and they were already welling up with tears – he didn’t know if it was from embarrassment or sadness or whatever else.  “What do you mean ‘Do you like me more with all nice clothes’?”

“It’s nothing.”

“Have I not been showing you enough how much I love your body?” he asked.

She shook her head vehemently.  “It’s not that.  I know that you love my body.”

“Then what is it?”

“ Do you only love my body when it has nice clothes on it?”

“Briony, no,” he said firmly, the whole concept completely absurd to him.

“Because I’ve noticed…I don’t know.  You haven’t been able to keep your hands off me since I got all the nice stuff.  And I’m not complaining about you not being able to keep your hands off me, because you know I would never complain about that, but I can’t help but feel like ever since I started dressing nicer there’s been this…change.”

“What change?”

“That you’re, like…” she was scared to say the next part.  But she knew that if she didn’t get it off her chest it would be on her mind forever.  She didn’t want to start the New Year with these types of thoughts.  “You’re more attracted to me because I look better now.  Because I don’t look so cheap and so poor and this is some sort of new Briony that doesn’t look like the old Briony and you like the new Briony much better, even though the old Briony, like, the character of Briony, is still the same despite all the designer clothes.”

He felt sick to his stomach that she was feeling this way and hadn’t told him up until now.  Absolutely sick to his fucking stomach.  “Briony, it’s not like that at all,” he stressed.  “To me, there’s no old Briony and new Briony.  There’s just Briony.  I don’t…I…there’s no distinction to me.  You’re the same Briony but with new clothes.  But those new clothes don’t matter.  I don’t care if you wear head to toe Gucci or not.  You can wear a burlap sac for all I care.  I’d still…I’d never, never --”

“You’re always saying how good I look, how good my boobs or my butt looks, and it’s nice, but I don’t know if --”

“I say those things because I want you to feel confident about yourself!” he exclaimed.  “I know you’re still getting used to all this.  I just want you to feel comfortable after you felt so violated from the break and enter.  I can’t believe you would feel like this and not tell me.  Bumblebee, I don’t care what you look like.  I don’t care.  That’s not important to me,” he was so desperate to get his point across he was almost on the verge of tears.

She sniffled, holding back any more tears she had as much as possible.  “You don’t?”

“No, Briony.  No.  God,” he muttered under his breath.  “Briony, you have no idea.  You have no idea how much I feel like the luckiest guy in the room by just standing beside you.”

She took a deep breath.  “Okay…okay…”

“The only thing I care about is you feeling good about yourself, and it doesn’t matter what you wear to make you feel that way” he said.  “And if there’s anything that I can do to help with that, you need to tell me, because I’d rather fucking die than make you feel uncomfortable or have you think I only like you when you look a certain way.”

She nodded her head.  She understood now.  She got it.  “Okay,” she said softly, nodding her head.

“Briony, I’m serious.  You need to tell me these things.  I don’t like that you think I’m only attracted to you because of the clothes on your body.  That cannot be further from the truth,” he said.  

“I know.  I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize.  Just…talk to me, okay?  Don’t bottle this stuff in.  There are a million things that are loveable about you and none of them have to do with the way you look.”

“I won’t.  I’m sorry.  I won’t.”

He learned forward and wrapped his arms around her.  He didn’t want to let go.  He couldn’t let go.  Not until she felt what he had just been trying to tell her; not until she knew he meant every word of what he just said, and would keep saying it to her until she knew he meant it.  

***

“You guys are late,” Auston said as Morgan and Briony walked through his door.  He was already, maybe, a little bit drunk, but he was in the privacy of his own home so he really didn’t care.

“Is it past midnight?” Morgan asked.

“No.”

“Then we’re not late,” he shrugged his shoulders.

“Wow.”

“We had an emergency with the cupcakes,” Briony lied, holding them up for Auston to see.  

“Cupcakes?  You made cupcakes?”

“Only for you, Auston,” she winked, showing him the intricately decorated confectionery.  

His eyes went wide as he admired the icing and decoration.  He looked at Briony like she had just presented him with a golden compass.  “Are you sure you don’t have a sister I can hook up with?  Are you positive?”

“Even if I did I wouldn’t let her date you,” she took the cupcakes away from him.  

“That hurts.”

Before Bee could respond, a loud ‘Auston!’ was heard from somewhere inside the condo, and Morgan, Bee, and Auston watched as a blonde girl waved at him, motioning for him to come back to his dining room table, where he had set up beer pong.  Bee couldn’t help but laugh.  “I’m sure you’ll get over it soon.”

As Auston went back to his lady friend, Bee and Morgan made their way into the apartment, finding Fred, Tyler, Zach and Alannah, and John and Aryne.  Travis Dermott and his girlfriend brought her friends, Kasperi Kapanen was with a lady friend who happened to bring her friends, and Mitch Marner and Steph were there, surrounded by a few of her friends.  Overall, it was a pretty full party, and Bee immediately found comfort and solace with Aryne and Alannah.  

“Giiiiirl!  That bag looks so good,” Aryne hugged her tightly, grabbing the Chanel bag in both hands.  “I should have gotten one for myself.”

“You can’t.  This is Bee’s bag now,” Alannah laughed as she moved to hug Bee as well.  “How’ve you been?  How’s the new place?”

“Oh, it’s great,” Bee smiled.  “Views are amazing, building’s amazing…I mean compared to what I had, this place is off the charts.”

“I know you’re busy trying to find a job, but we should all have a girl’s night soon,” Alannah suggested.  “I can bring over a stack of wedding magazines.  Lord knows I need to start making some choices.”

“Don’t say that too loud,” Aryne rolled her eyes a bit, discreetly nodding over to the sexy, longhaired bleach blonde standing next to Kasperi who was sipping on a tallboy.  She was very, very attractive, and Bee could understand why she was Kasperi’s current flavour.  “Cassidy might overhear and invite herself.”

“Are we…are we not…” Bee was a bit confused.  

“She’s been on her phone more than she’s talked to Kappy tonight,” Alannah said.  “She pretended to act dumb but she definitely knows who everybody in this room is.  I don’t get a good vibe from her.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Bee asked.  “Knowing everybody here, I mean?  Wouldn’t you rather have it that way?”

“Not the way that she knows everybody,” Aryne said.  “You know how you know everybody as just, like, Zach or John or Fred or whatever?  You don’t care?  She knows and sees people as Zach Hyman of the Toronto Maple Leafs, John Tavares of the Toronto Maple Leafs, Frederik Andersen of the Toronto Maple Leafs,” she explained.  “It’s all about status to her.  She knows she’s at a party at Auston Matthews’s apartment with a bunch of Leafs players.  She’s probably putting it all over her Snapchat or Instagram stories, pretending to be discreet about it, but really showing off where she is and who she’s with.  Girls like that are all the same.”

“Fame hungry?” Bee clarified.

“Exactly.  Just waiting for someone to pick up on it and start talking about them so their name gets out there.  I bet she’s an Instagram model or has her own YouTube channel where she models bikinis she gets sent from FashionNova.  They’re all the same.”

“Aryne!” Alannah giggled.  “Tell me what’s really on your mind why don’t you!”

“Listen.  My New Year’s resolution is to try to be less judgemental as a whole but for girls like that, I can’t help it,” Aryne giggled slightly.  “They’re so transparent it’s almost comical.  And it’s always the young guys who fall for them.”

“Anyways,” Alannah put an end to the conversation with just one word.  She didn’t want to be talking about girlfriends of the month the whole night.  “Has Morgan told you about the Night with Blue and White?” she asked.

Bee blushed.  “Uh, yeah.  He actually asked me tonight.”

“And you’re coming?” Aryne asked.  Bee nodded her head.  “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeep!” Aryne squealed loudly.  “Oh my God this is gonna be so fun!  We’re going to need to go shopping for dresses!  And shoes!”

“It’s honestly such a fun night,” Alannah smiled.  “We’re going to have a blast.  You get to meet so many people.  It’ll actually be so good for you considering you’re on the job hunt.”

Bee hadn’t even considered that.  She hadn’t considered that it could be a great opportunity for her, rather than just some event put on by the Leafs that she would accompany Morgan to.  She never considered that she would be mingling with people who could hire her.  Now she really wanted to go.  Of course she’d be there primarily to support Morgan, but it didn’t hurt that she’d be able to try and land a job interview.  “That’s actually a great point…” she said.

“I’m a smart girl,” Alannah winked.

***

“Somebody get the champagne ready!”

“Pour it out!  Pour it out!”

“Save some to pop!”

Morgan was drunk.  The smiley kind of drunk.  The kind of drunk where all he wanted to do was put his hands on Bee’s ass and keep them there.  But he still had some semblance of a conscience – he knew that in public spaces that was frowned upon, especially in front of friends, so he tried his hardest to rid the thoughts from his mind as some more sober members of the group (Zach, Fred) poured the champagne into plastic flutes for the entire party.  

It was a little over five minutes until the countdown, and everybody was getting excited.  Morgan couldn’t remember how much alcohol he drank.  It was a lot.  What he could remember was talking to Zach about how much he liked Bee, how he wanted to take her back home to Vancouver so bad, how he loved the smell of her hair and waking up with his face buried in it in the morning.  Zach could only laugh, as he was the sober one being designated driver, and he kept commenting how bad Morgan had it for her, and Morgan could only nod and drink more beer and talk more about how much he liked her before he moved on to Fred and told him the exact same thing.  Now, with the countdown soon approaching, everybody began to pair up with their significant others.  

“Mo gets his own bottle of champagne!” Auston yelled, handing him a bottle, to which everybody cheered at.  Morgan took the bottle, noticing the cork was already half out.  He didn’t want to hold on to it without holding on to Bee.  He looked around the room for her.

Bee was standing next to Aryne, who was smoothing down her husband’s shirt, looking down at her phone.  She hadn’t noticed Morgan looking for her because she was too busy reading a barrage of messages that had made their way to her Instagram inbox.

lmao i bet morgan bought u that chanel bag.  doesn’t that mean he’s ur sugar daddy??? ur pathetic

now u think ur hot shit always wearing that chanel bag everywhere

You wear that Chanel bag everywhere now bc you want everyone to know Morgan bought it for you.  You reek of desperation.  Don’t think we didn’t know it was you in Sephora just bc the pic was blurry.

don’t think we don’t see u in cassidy’s videos from the party. ur prob begging her to include u.  ur literally so desperate its insane

no clue what morgan sees in you.  you’re not as pretty as any of the other wags and you don’t fit in either.  you prob won’t last long.

Yet again ur at a party w the leafs but decide not to post pics or videos, making other ppl like kappy’s girl post them with u in them. Ur not very smart r u? the game ur playing is dumb.

Bee felt an arm wrap around her shoulders, and looked up to see Morgan, a drunken grin plastered on his face.  He was clutching an entire bottle of champagne.  She locked her phone screen immediately.  She knew just by looking at him that he was too drunk to read, but she didn’t want to take the chance of him seeing the messages.  “Hello, stranger,” she smiled.

“Hey sexy,” he tried to wink, but just ended up blinking really hard.  She snorted at his attempt.  “You ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

“How drunk are you?” she asked.

“I’m…” he couldn’t find the right words.  “I’m right on it.  Right on the line.”

“And why do you have an entire bottle of champagne?”

“Matts wanted me to have it,” he said, bringing it up to her lips, pretending to pour it.  “For the countdown.  Are you gonna countdown with me?”

“Of course I am,” she smiled.

As they made their way near the front of the TV, which was showing the live broadcast from Nathan Phillips Square in downtown Toronto – 90 seconds to go! –  Morgan’s arm was still draped around Bee’s shoulders.  Bee wrapped an arm around his waist to try and steady his drunken rocking form side to side.  When she did so, he bent his head down to kiss her temple.  “I know I’m piss drunk right now but can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” she said quietly.

Thirty!  Twenty-nine!  Twenty-eight!

“Every fuckin’ day I thank my lucky stars that someone sent a drink to your table pretending to be me,” he mumbled.  The hair on the back of Bee’s neck stood on end.  “Every.  Fuckin’.  Day.  Like, you don’t even understand Briony.  Everyday.”

It was at that moment that Bee realized that it didn’t matter what anonymous messages she received, what they had to say, or how they said things about her.  What mattered – besides her privacy, her integrity, and her humility – was that Morgan was standing next to her, arm draped around her, bottle of champagne in his hand.  It didn’t matter that they thought she was fat, that they thought she was tacky, an attention-seeker, desperate, didn’t fit in, whatever else – what mattered was that she was with Morgan.  They weren’t.  As petty as that sounded, it was her standing next to him, her who shared a bed with him, her who he called before every game.

Ten!  Nine!  Eight!

It was her who got to kiss him at midnight.

Seven!  Six!  Five!

“I thank my lucky stars you sent a drink to my table,” she smiled.  This would be their ongoing joke; her saying he sent a mojito to her table, him maintaining it wasn’t him and that she got pranked.  She’d never let him live it down.

Four!  Three!  Two!  One!

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” the entire party yelled in unison, and Morgan took the opportunity to wrap Bee further into his body with the arm that was around her shoulders before he bent his neck to place a giant kiss on her lips.  She reciprocated until she felt him start to shake the champagne bottle.  She pulled away so he could pop it quickly, causing another cheer from the crowd before he brought the oozing fizz to his lips.  Ever the gentleman, he gave Bee a swig before kissing her again, both of them tasting like champagne.  They kissed for much longer this time, Morgan not willing to pull away, and Bee not willing to deny him, even in his drunken state, even though she was sure all the other couples had stopped.

When they finally did pull away, Bee looked around quickly to see some other couples.  John was cradling Aryne’s baby bump, and Bee thought she was going to cry right then and there; Zach was still macking on Alannah, who didn’t seem to mind; and Cassidy, right beside them, was recording Kappy making a smoochie face against hers.  It was all very cute.  

“You want s’more champagne?” Morgan asked.

Bee shook her head.  She brought her hand up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss her again.

***

Morgan sobered up a bit by the time they decided to call it a night.  He stuck to water and was well enough to walk on his own by 2am.  Bee had watched over him like a hawk, making sure he was drinking glass after glass of water.  She wasn’t exactly capable of hauling a 200+ pound hockey player home.

Although the party had died down significantly – John and Aryne had left not long after the countdown, as had some others – there were still people hanging about.  Auston was plastered.  Fred and Tyler were sleeping over, thankfully, and Fred had already begun the clean up, like the responsible adult he was.  

“We should say goodbye to Auston, at least,” Morgan said when he finished slipping on his shoes.  Bee nodded her head and they wandered through his apartment hand in hand to find him.

It didn’t take long.  The second Bee saw Auston, she snorted out in laughter.  He had her homemade cupcakes in front of him, one in his hand, and he was completely going to town on it.  Completely going to town.  There was icing all over his face, all over his nose, and he opened his jaw as much as possible to get the entire height of the cupcake and all the icing in his mouth at once.  It was hilarious.  He looked like a kid.  

She took out her phone and took a few pictures of him, and he didn’t even notice.  She even took the opportunity to take a video.  After he finished the cupcake, he didn’t even hesitate to grab another one and peel off the wrapping paper.  The video was shaking for how hard she was laughing.  “You having a good time there, Matts?” Bee asked.  He looked absolutely ridiculous.  

When he noticed them, he didn’t even care.  He took a massive bite out of the cupcake, getting more icing all over his face and nose.  “Bee…fuck,” he moaned.  

“That your new girl Matts?” Morgan joked.  Auston nodded his head.  Morgan snorted.  At that point, she ended the video, knowing she had good blackmail against him now.  Auston was completely gone.  “Night buddy.  Don’t forget to wrap it up if you’re gona eat her.  Things can get out of hand easily.”