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masivechaos · 8 months ago

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── ☆ remus lupin x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: Remus is in love you with you, but how could you ever feel the same when Sirius exist? He's so perfect and Remus can't help but feel jealous.

── ☆ Warning/content: mention of parties, drinking, kinda making out, my English

── ☆ a.n.: 1.8k words-

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Remus watched as you laughed, he would be smiling if you weren’t laughing with Sirius. Sirius, his best friend on whom he had placed all his trust and told all his insecurities. He had to admit he felt quite betrayed.

He took a long sip of his drink, passing his tongue on his top teeth “Everything’s alright mate?” James said as he came by his side, his eyes following Remus’ stare “Ohh, Y/n, huh?”

Remus groaned “Of course Y/n. But of course, Sirius has to flirt with her” To forget the idea he took another drink. James let out a chuckle, not daring answer to his friend. When Remus was like this talking to him was like talking to a wall. The werewolf settled further on the couch, pouty lips against his glass. “Fuck him,” he groaned.

“Hey… You don’t think you’re going a little hard on him?” James had to defend the person he considered his brother. “He doesn’t seem to flirt with her. Knowing him, he’d probably be snogging her right now if he liked her.”

Remus knew he was right but he was still angry. “Look at her. She likes him.” James knew it wasn’t true, you told him your crush on Remus but you'd asked him to keep it to himself, he was a good friend and couldn’t betray your trust.

“How do you know?”

“She is looking up at him, biting her lip and laughing at something probably stupid” The full moon wasn’t far which made Remus… mean.

James rolled his eyes “C’mon, that’s maybe the time to make a move, don’t you think?” Remus didn’t answer anything, too stubborn to admit his friend was right. “Moony! You can’t be mad at her for ignoring something you never told her”

Remus rolled his eyes. James was so right and Remus hated it. He was never confident enough to make a move on you, you were too perfect, too pretty, too kind for him. But keeping his love for you silent meant he had to border on the idea of seeing you with someone. And somehow, the possibility that it could be his best friend hurt even more.

Sirius always had everything Remus fancied. Girls, a pretty face, a charmful smile and people who wished they were him. No one wished they were Remus. Then again, why would they? Who would want to be a werewolf with scars and eyebags who’d rather read than going out to party like this one?

He couldn’t help it but be jealous of Sirius, even as his best friend it was hard not to feel this way. Remus let out a long breath, the party was shitty enough he didn’t need his own mind to make it worse.

When he looked around him, James was gone and after taking a quick look at the crowd he found him talking to you. His eyebrows furrowed, he didn’t want James to get involved. Maybe it was the best way to get you and him together but he felt even more weak, a selfish part of him didn’t want help. He knew damn well it was stupid since he wasn’t brave enough to do anything. He got up, he couldn’t handle the sight of you anymore.

:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

“Y/n,” James called. You turned your head and a smile found your lips.

“James!” You opened your arms to pull him into a quick hug. “What’s up?”

The boy cleared his throat “I have a friend-”

“Woah, who would have thought?”

He shot you a glare “- who need helps”

“Who?” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“Er… Remus” Your body froze at the name “He’s a little mad and it maybe has to do with you talking to Sirius”

You were a little confused. James knew you fancied the lycanthrope but he never told you the love was mutual. “Do you mean he’s jealous?” You didn’t like the idea of Remus being upset but you couldn’t help the part of you that felt pleased he might fancy you too.

James only grinned as an answer and you understood. Without even thinking, you turned to the sofa but found it empty. Your legs started to run the castle on their own, you finally found him, sat against a tree in one of the courtyards.

“Remus?”

The boy lifted his head, he looked angry and you didn’t like it. You wished you could just kiss his frown away. “Y/n.”

His tone wasn’t welcoming but you decided to settle by his side “What’s going on in this head of yours?” you were smiling but internally you just wanted him to stop being irritated, you wanted him to smile.

“Nothing.” The silence that followed was long “You were having fun with your boyfriend?” you heard the disapproval in his voice.

Your eyes widened “My boyfriend?” you echoed.

“Yeah. Sirius.” Remus was avoiding your eyes, his knees were pressed against his chest.

James made you understand Remus was jealous but to witness it was like an electroshock, the boy hid his feelings well, you were so surprised.

“I don’t like Sirius” you wanted your words to comfort him.

Remus rolled his eyes “Yeah, sure” he mocked. He didn’t believe you. Sirius was everything a girl could want, right?

You frowned, habitually Remus always believed you and it hurt to have lost his trust. “Why do you think I’m lying?” you sounded a little saddened.

“I saw you with him. You’re talking with him more and more, hanging out with him more and more. Just say it to me,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I- I’m not with him…,” his anger that once amused you was making you a tad sad now. “We’re just friends! I- I just talk with him because we understand each other-”

“Understand each other?” he quoted, a scoff leaving his lips out of disbelief.

Now you were truly hurt. He was so blunt, he normally never was like this with you. “Yes!” you started to get angry too “We both have shitty families! We understand each other! Next to each other, we can finally find the comfort we both craved as children!”

Remus looked down, ashamed. He felt guilty for letting his anger win him and hurt you in the process. He hated this part of him that still wasn’t sure. He kept his mouth shut, he had done enough stupid things for tonight.

“You still don’t believe me?” Remus heard how offended you sounded. “You want me to show you I don’t like him?” your tone had changed to a more… soft one?

Remus heard you move next to him but he didn’t dare look at you, staring in front of him. Unfortunately, even like this, somehow, your face ended up in front of his. He wanted to back up but the bark behind him was already digging in his back. Your lips tugged into a large grin “Why are so grumpy? Why don’t you believe me?” you asked softly, almost pleading.

“Because it’s obvious you like him.”

You sighed “I don’t.”

“Why wouldn’t you like him? He’s handsome and charming and popular and-”

“And what if I like you?” you smirked.

Remus lifted an eyebrow and let out a tsk. He shook his head, it wasn’t possible, he couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t even understand why you’d like him. “No you don’t. I’m not the type of boy you want to date. I’m not handsome and I’m not nice and-” you cut him off by crashing your lips on his. Remus’ eyes widened in surprise, his heart beating in his ears. He didn’t move, his mind processing what you just did.

You pulled away and grinned “Still don’t believe me?”

“I…” he started, “I…”

You waited patiently “You…?”

“Fuck,” Remus mumbled before he pressed his lips to yours. You chuckled, your hand cradling his cheek, your thumb softly stroking his freckled skin. You leaned into him, your chest flushed against him while he pressed himself closer to you until you were laying on the cold midnight grass. His hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to the ground. You let out a small whimper at the roughness due to the close full moon and the built up jealousy.

Remus pulled away, his breath heavy “Merlin..” he cursed, releasing your arms “I… You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he smiled, his cheeks a light shade of pink.

You let out a short chuckle “Yeah”

Remus laughed at your sass “Cheeky,” he said before he pressed his lips to your cheek, he let his mouth linger on your skin, “I like it.”

You looked up at him with shiny eyes from the excitement and the two or three drinks you got this night “Do you believe me now?”

“Mmmh,” he had an amused smile playing on his lips. “I need one more kiss to be sure,” he said as his lips trailed down until they found yours. You offered him a short kiss. “Hey now, that wasn’t enough”

You laughed and offered him a longer kiss, letting your lips parted so he could slip his tongue into your mouth. Remus let out a soft groan, pressing his body against yours.

When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours “I think I believe you now.”

“Good,” you whispered, breathless. Your fingers got tangled in his hair, your voice a little more serious now “Why do you doubt yourself so much?”

Remus looked away and shifted, he rested his head on his chest “It’s hard to believe you’d like someone like me. You’re so perfect and I’m so me.”

“You’re so incredible,” you whispered, your lips locked against his temple “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re caring and sweet and kind and handsome. Very handsome.”

“Am I?” Remus smiled.

“Oh yeah. I like everything about you. Even when you are grumpy,” you said. Your nails scratched his scalp “Don’t be so hard on yourself. I have no interest in Sirius, only you, Remus. Only you.”

Remus’ smile widened “Only me,” he repeated, tasting the words on his tongue. He pressed his lips to your neck briefly “I’m sorry I got mad,” he said after a moment of silence.

You sighed “It’s alright. You have nothing to be sorry for,” you whispered in his ear.

Remus closed his eyes and breathed in your skin “Can I say I love you or it’s too soon?”

“You can say it,” you muttered, your heart beating faster and heat creeping to your neck.

“I love you,” he whispered against your neck, his lips tickling your soft skin. You stayed silent for a while, a huge smile on your face.

“Merlin, I love you too.”

He shifted, rolling to his side to look at you “So… it’s only us right now, isn’t it?”

“Only us,” you assured, kissing his lips softly.

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dearharriet · 11 months ago

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HII!! CAN I REQUEST TEN THINGS I HATE ABT YOU + JAMES POTTER PLEASE 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 I FOUND UR BLOG AND I AM OVSSESSED !!!!!!

hi hi you’re so lovely!!! i had to think on this one for a while but i think i like how it came out! james seems much more like cameron than patrick, i hope u don’t mind <3 (wc: 1.2K)

You get the sudden feeling that you’ve been completely messed about at this stupid house party.

Down the driveway, your so-called friend is climbing into the passenger seat of a Porsche, leaving you behind in less than ideal autumn-garb; A red dress that falls too short and clings too thin to your wind-whipped torso, and a sad excuse for a shawl are all you have for warmth.

And if things could get any worse, you’re likely going to have to walk home in the kitten heels you insisted on wearing.

Behind you, a clunky wooden front door heaves open, producing the sweet but hopeless guy who’s been following you around all night. James, you think is his name.

He’s relatively attractive, in a sort of lost puppy way. Big brown eyes and pouty lips, a softness to his tone that could probably buckle knees if he took better advantage of it. Still, he’s thinner and scraggly, and lacks any kind of social quip to make that likely.

He skips down the steps, his dress coat flung dejectedly over his shoulder, and a frown tying his brows together. His friend from earlier is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey,” you say tentatively and his hung head picks up, though his mouth only hardens its angry line. He takes in your unlucky state, and any trace of the puppy-love softness he’d shown you all night is gone.

“Where’s your boyfriend?”

You scoff. “Please. He’s not my boyfriend.” His face remains stony and unaffected. “I don’t know what I ever saw in him.”

James reaches his free hand up to push back his hair, and you stare at his tensing arm without really realizing it.

“Yeah, neither do I,” he says, hiking his jacket further over his shoulder and walking past you.

In a small window of time, you realize he has keys that he’s fishing out of his slacks pocket—car keys—and your aching feet override your nerves.

“Uh, James?” You both spin towards each other, your back now to the house and his to the cars. You realize that’s probably not the only thing that switched between you tonight. Ironically, you’re the one chasing after him now.

“Yeah,” he says, agitated, when all you do is stare. You look to the empty space where your ride once was, and back to James.

“Could you give me a lift home?”

Something about the way his expression slackens turns your insides out. When was the last time someone looked so disappointed in you? As far as you know, most of the decisions you make go over very well, and no one is ever upset with you (save your sister, who is never happy if she can help it).

But here is James, with eyes holding the most loathing likely ever directed your way, and with every right.

He shakes his head, but says, “Yeah, whatever.”

Somehow that might be worse.

Trailing after him, you come up on his old sedan, a car that seems like it’d have a myriad of mechanical problems. He has to stick his key in the driver’s door to unlock it.

When he gets his door open, he unlocks the rest of them, and you slide awkwardly into the leathery bench beside him. James seems to notice your unfamiliarity and shreds your self esteem further with a scoff.

“It’s not a convertible, I know. Sorry to disappoint.”

“No,” you immediately defend, warm from his apt assessment of you. James gives you a sideways glance of warning. “I mean, yes, I was expecting something else, but it’s—I’m not…”

“It’s fine,” James sighs, turning the car on, “it’s just a lift home. You made it pretty clear that that’s all you want me for.”

As James pulls into the street, you watch the house slip away, party like a fizzling ember fighting the midnight cold.

“That’s not true,” you say, though you’re not sure you feel it at all. Your voice is overly sweet, an attempt at the voice that serves to get you what you want, when you want it.

You’re not entirely sure what you want anymore, but James brushes it off anyway, like it’s a revolting bug.

“Yes, it is.”

It astonishes you how easily he can cut you down. He’s hardly speaking loud enough to be heard above the radio, just a bitter rake of a comment, but you’re floored all the same.

The car falls silent, and you stare at your lap instead of out the window. You feel thoroughly scolded, dissected and left to put yourself back together. You don’t think you’ll cry, but you’re not ruling it out.

When James pulls past a stop sign, approaching your neighborhood, he glances over at you.

“Yknow.” He pauses, licking his lips. “I didn’t even expect you to like me back.” His eyes return to the street “And it’s fine that you don’t, but—but you could’ve just told me.”

You rub your hands over the hem of your dress, a foreign set of nerves gripping your chest. Realistically, you could weather the storm until he drops you off, but for some reason you desperately want to rectify the situation.

You want to tell him that yes, of course you liked him all this time, because that should be true. Except it’s not.

James’ car rolls up to the curb outside your place. He sighs, gripping the steering wheel.

“I really cared about you. I went to that party for you, and I ignored everyone who said I was stupid for doing it.” Shaking his head, James looks at you, anger peeling back to reveal raw hurt. “But you’re so conceited.”

You expel a painful breath, all the wind knocked out of you.

“I know.” Breaking eye contact, you flick your eyes to your shoes. Flattery and shame twine together in your throat. “Did you really go to the party for me?”

James nods.

“Went to the party, got that guy to date your sister,” he lists. “I even learned French for you. And what did it get me? A whole lot of—”

Without really thinking, you surge forward and pull James’ lips onto yours. They lay warm and firm over your mouth, and you can’t deny how right it feels.

You’re expecting James to pull back, to push you away, but he does the opposite. One hand laces into your pristine hair, holding you to him, and the other wraps around your back.

It’s a perfect kiss, the kind that you always dreamed of, and it makes a giddy laugh bubble out of your mouth.

When you pull away, you’re dizzy and a little self-pitying. You could’ve been kissing James like this whole time instead of chasing after some pea-brained asshole in a nice car.

James seems to watch the thought wash over you, because he kisses you one more time to remind you that it doesn’t matter, that you’re here now. Then he lets you go, and you relish in the way his hands linger over your waist, your neck. The giddy feeling comes back twofold.

“Night,” you say through a prim smile. “Thanks for the lift.”

James’ eyes crease a little at the edges from his returning smile. “G’night, beautiful.”

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descendantsramblings · 6 months ago

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Maybe some dating headcanons for Morgie and Hook with a more dominant gn! partner?

And maybe some nsfw headcanons if ur ok with it but no need

I do not do smut, however I will cross over into makeout scenes. So if you consider that nsfw then sure it's nsfw. I hope you meant together because that's surely how I did this.

Also this is so different from my normal posts tone wise, let me know how we feel about it?

Any way!!! I haven't written head canons since 2021 (I think the Gil ones? Maybe Harry's idk) it feels so good to write them again.

The Dominant Type

James Hook x GN! Reader x Morgie le Fay head canons

No pronouns used

'Warnings: Sfw dominance, make out/heated scenes including hickey mentions (probably the furthest I'd ever be comfortable going) , pet names, reader is possessive but not in a toxic way, Polyamory (obviously) I talk about Hook's hair an ungodly amount read into that what you will

Word Count: 1.6K

Originally, back in freshman year when it all started, it was just you and James

But by Junior year James couldn’t deny that Morgie had a thing for you, he knew it should make him jealous but something about how his roommate- his best friend- stared at you was so hot

And you’d have to be stupid to pretend you didn’t see that the sorcerer had a little thing for your boyfriend, hazel eyes always locked on Hook’s pouty lips while the two spoke, constantly trying to find a reason to touch him

When the two of you confronted it, talking about the boy between lazy kisses, both of you came to the realization that you wanted him too

So who could blame you two for asking him if he wanted to join you?

At first, Hook tried to hide that he was so submissive when it came to you, but Morgie-Who had watched from the sidelines for years by that point- knew better than that. It was no shock that you wore the pants so to speak

Quickly it fell into a rhythm, You were always the dominant one while Morgie and Hook were both switches in their own right. There was no true rhyme or reason to who leaned more submissive, it just sorta worked out

Hook Focused head canons:

He won’t admit it outside of the two of you but James is needy

And a giant brat

You never know if you’re getting him lounged across you like a house cat or extreme sass and attitude until one of you puts him back in his place and you love the unknown aspect of it- of him

He loves to hit you with a “make me” when you tell him to do something (Morgie gets an equal but different “bite me”) just to see the way you smirk, knowing he’s in for it

He’d die if his other friends knew though (Something that drives Morgie crazy because Hook is the biggest tease he’s ever met and he loves to catch an attitude in the hideout)

He loves to playfully pull away from your lips so you’ll thread your hands through his hair and force him to hold still while you kiss him properly, sighing into your mouth at the contact

James adores when you baby him though, he longs for it

Morgie making him sit on the bathroom counter so he can shave his face or you straddling his lap and putting his makeup on for him

If his boots come untied, you’re on the ground tying them for him before his mind has fully processed that it even was undone.

Doing his hair for him, or messing up his hair, really just anything that has to do with you touching his hair

He loves to push his luck in public for the thrill of you or Morgie shoving him against the door or wall to kiss him the second you’re all alone

Pull his hair while kissing him, Force him to look you in the eye while you speak. He eats it up, he likes when you two get more aggressive with him, especially if it’s you. The way you refuse to deal with his attitude drives him wild

If he thinks Morgie is getting more attention than him he’ll lay across the two of you and genuinely pout, whining about how you both “hate him and want him to die” because he is the most dramatic boy to ever live

You often hold his hook, leaving his good hand open for Morgie to take but if you’re in the middle of the two of them it’s always his good hand, rubbing calming circles on the back of it with your thumb

Buries his face in your neck when he’s upset, playing with his hair while he’s snuggled into you like that will always calm him down

He’s melting into your touch if you or Morgie wash his hair for him, it’s his favorite act of love

Polishing his hook for him is also a love language in his mind

If y'all are spooning he absolutely has to be the little spoon

Loves it when you undo his shirt for him absent-mindedly pressing kisses on his face and neck and shoulders as you do. There’s nothing more to it, just you doing something minor to care for him all on your own

He can’t sleep alone, if you’re not over he’s curled up against Morgie (not that the sorcerer would complain about the way his head fits so perfectly in the side of his neck, the boy is so warm when even in the summer Morgie can find a reason to shiver)

You call him “Honey” and he just melts, kissing you before you can finish your sentence or staring you with those big puppy dogs eyes until you kiss him

Morgie Focused Head canons:

Unlike his boyfriend, Morgie very rarely has an attitude but by god is he clingy

Making grabby hands at one of you when you dare to be in a different part of the room from him

Laying on your back if you’re refusing to cuddle him for any reason because he needs the closeness

Adores laying on top of you with his arms tucked underneath you

And he doesn’t care who sees it when he’s being needy, he proudly claims the two of you, you make him feel safe

He can pout like no one’s business though, Morgie knows how to get his way and make Hook think it was his idea (doesn’t work on you though, something he’s come to accept)

Hug him from behind, it makes him feel good to know you give him affection just because you want to and not because he asks for it

He doesn’t prefer to be babied but he does like to be taken care of, to him there’s a major difference

Loves when you put one of your jackets on him and zip it up for him or when you drape it over his shoulders when you notice him shivering

Or standing between your -or Hook’s legs- letting you wash his face after calming him down, the gentle motions gaining you all of his attention

He prefers to be in between you two, the middle spoon or the middle person while y’all are walking side by side, he likes to know he has both of his partner’s attention without having to fight for it.

Doesn’t mind if you or Hook get rough with him but he prefers gentle touches. Softly hold his jaw while you kiss him, slide a hand into his back pocket when you walk with an arm around him. Card your fingers through his hair while he’s laying in your arms talking to you

He likes to sit on the floor, between your knees with his head in your lap while you play with his hair

He loves verbal dominance too. “Let me help you”, “Baby, come here”, “That’s my boy” it makes him feel appreciated, like you really see him

Sits on your lap a lot, likes to feel your arms wrapped around his waist and your cheek pressed against his shoulder (likes it more when you tell him to do it)

He’s definitely the type to distract you from what you need to get done so he can lay in your arms for longer

Loves praise, you can get him flustered by simply telling him he did a good job on a test

Whiny, worse than Hook when it comes to being whiny, the boy nearly begs for things

Loves it when you get possessive over him, especially when Uliana is giving him a tough time

Nuzzles against you like he’s trying to scent you (maybe he is)

Call him “Baby”, “Sugar”, or “Sweetheart” and he’s a mess between your adoring hands, eyes looking up at you with stars in them

Even if he’s not as submissive, he’ll sometimes ask you for permission for things (Mainly if you’re kissing James and he wants to)

When he is feeling completely submissive though, he loves looking to you for approval, nearly glowing if you specifically give him permission to do something without him having to ask (not that he needs your permission to begin with)

More of them together:

Morgie isn’t a brat on his own but when they’re both feeling more submissive Hook has no trouble coaxing him to be bratty with him. You have your work cut out for you if it’s one of those days. Nothing’s worse than one sassy man but two of them

If you are sleeping over, most of the time you lay between them, they’ll both lay their head on your chest, letting their intertwined hands rest on your stomach. You’ll scratch Morgie’s head with the hand on his side while your other arm is around James’ waist pinning him to you with all three of your legs becoming one big tangle in Morgie’s bed

Grabbing the nape of Hook’s neck to pull him off of Morgie’s lips when you walk in on them making out, kissing him from behind while Morgie’s lips find a new home on the boy’s jaw. His half-lidded doe eyes look so pretty while he’s looking at you with hunger in them.

Or holding Morgie still while Hook tickles him, the boy is absolutely the most ticklish person you know.

They both love seeing you get jealous, especially since they know you can’t get set off by them. Heaven forbid some princess starts flirting with James or Uliana gets too handsy while trying to get Morgie to do something she wants. They know they’re going to end up with your hands all over them, whispering in their ear about how they better know they’re yours. It’s unbelievably hot to them

Heaven forbid they decide they want you to stop what you’re doing so you’ll pay attention to them, they’re pulling out all the stops until they can get what they want from you.

You’re always touching one of them in some way, sometimes both of them. A hand on Hook’s shoulder, a leg thrown over Morgie’s lap, your arms both wrapped around their waists.

Leaving visible hickeys on them, literally marking them as yours -especially on their jawlines or collar bones (something Morgie does in fact beg for)

Sometimes Morgie kisses James purely so you’ll grab him by the neck to focus him back onto you. He doesn’t do it often but something about kissing you over his shoulder like that while James’ hands are on his hips is intoxicating

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cosmal · 2 years ago

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umm what about!!! sirius or james comforting you when you get a haircut and don’t really like it at first. because I always hate fresh haircuts before I get used to it (especially when the hairdresser styles it weird lolzies)

haircut

summary — you hate your new haircut but sirius makes you feel better.

content — sirius black x fem!reader

note — this is unedited and so so i’m sorry baby

You're supposed to meet Sirius at the cafe around the corner. You really don't want to. You want to go home, find a hat maybe, maybe wash your hair for three hours until it magically all grows back.

You don't want to see your boyfriend awkwardly try to tell you your new haircut looks good, because you really hate it. It's way too short and weirdly cut around your ears. You think it might be uneven around your neck but you can't see it properly.

You reach the cafe and tug the hair down around your ears cruelly, and don't even realise you're crying. Tiny tears splash down your cheeks and curve into your mouth. You wipe them with the back of your hand and sniffle, steeling yourself before you see Sirius.

You find him, at a table in the corner with his pretty legs crossed and a mug to his lips. Reading something on his phone. You cross the cafe and hold your breath.

Your knees knock into the mosaic table and Sirius looks up. He stands quickly and he's already smiling. So wide you think it might hurt. "Oh my god," he says cheerfully. Your bottom lips juts out. "Baby, it looks so good!'

He reaches up to run his hands gently through your hair. He twirls a lock around his finger, eyes bright and wide. It feels funny because you really hate it. He's gotta be lying to save you. You turn your face to hide in his hand and he cups your cheek.

"You don't like it?" He's doubling down, startled to find your face a little wet under his palm. You shake your head in his hands and he coos. "Really?"

"No, look at it." You take your hair into your hands and tug at it gently, still, a tad peeved. He frowns.

"I am, honey," he laughs a little. "It looks good, I love it!"

"Don't lie to me."

"What?" He knocks your pouty lip with a bent knuckly gently. "I'm so serious with you right now. It looks amazing."

"The hairdresser must've been drunk." You're so sincere about it, Sirius almost laughs some more. He decides against it. "It's all choppy and crooked,"

"It's not," he says. "Would I lie to you?"

"Probably," you grumble.

He smooths his hands over your head and is smiling so genuinely you think you might feel a little bit better. You're not sure if you despise him for how he makes you feel, because you truly don't like your haircut, but he's looking at it so softly, like he's never liked something more in his life.

His eyes glimmer and his mouth twitches. "Lovely." He's speaking so softly that he's hard to be heard over the cafe. There are no more than five people in here. "It looks amazing. I promise. God," he's doubling down to save himself, lest he look like a total sap right here and now, "you look so pretty." He swallows.

"Do you really mean that?" It's a silly question, really. Sirius is a really good liar but you don't think he'd ever lie to you about this. He hates to see you upset but he'd rather be truthful.

"Of course," he says, hands finding their place on your shoulders. "Really. It suits you so well."

You probably should believe him. You've no reason not to.

You sit down in the seat in front of him in case you do something stupid like hug him in the middle of the cafe until your legs are sore. Sirius seems mildly put out. He sits down with you and doesn't waste time grabbing your hand.

"I'm sorry," you mumble. You use your free hand to take his mug and hold it to your lips. "Am I being stupid?" you ask before you take a sip.

He takes the mug back when you give it to him, quick to speak. "No, it's okay. It might just need to be styled differently. You know what you like."

"Yeah," you hum.

There's a silence where Sirius can tell you're thinking about your hair still. "You want me to order you a muffin?"

You smile and Sirius feels a little better. "And a chai latte?"

"Of course."

Sirius starts chatting away and you forget about you hair almost immediately.

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sommerregenjuniluft · 2 years ago

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This is a story about two boys raised by the sun. Florida heat, being a teenager, best friends and how falling in love works when you've already loved them for as long as you can remember. — [ heavily insp by Dominic Fike’s song Ant Pile/album Sunburn ]

no one’s gonna say anything against a dude kissing his homie good luck | rosekiller | M | 3.1k words | stupid teenage bois, jealousy and Good Luck Kissing

Evan’s fingers clench in the worn cotton. Somewhere in the back of his head there’s sirens going off, a voice yelling at him to not do it. It’s a husky little thing when it tumbles out of Evan anyways. “You want a good luck kiss?” — [Ant Pile b-side]

Die a Little Death For Me | jegulus | E | 2.7k words | smut, trans reg, light dom/sub, voyuerism ft. the rosekiller boys

James leans down, admonishing, voice patronizing in his ear, “You gotta be quiet for me though, love. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?”

Suck the marrow out my bones and all you’ll taste is yourself | old wolfstar | T | 1.6k words | domestic, toothrotting fluff

“Moons,” whispered on a breathy little snicker, much too boyish for a man in his mid fifties and the mattress dips beneath his weight.

Teeth | wolfstar | E | 3.9k words | written for the Kinktober 2023 prompts Dubcon and Stripping

And then Remus squats down in front of him, a palm held under Sirius’ chin, “C’mon, spit, baby.” Sirius cheeks are flaring and he throws his chin up and forcefully spits the man right in his fucking face.

Always Pushing her Luck | lesbian wolfstar | E | 2.6k words | the inherent eroticism of lathering someone up in sunscreen/aloe lotion

Remus braces herself but, really, she should have seen it coming. “Kiss it better?”

Ribs Are Designed To Be Crawled Into | lesbian wolfstar | M | 1.7k words | bloody and gory-ish, feelings realization, canon universe

“Chest a widely open crater that Remus wants to duck into and make a home for herself in. Close the bones of Sirius’ ribs behind her like some grotesque form of double doors.”

rotting/festering away in the docs:

The Other Lily | the other zoey pandalily AU | E? | Christmas rom com fluff & angst with a happy ending, Rosier cousins!, College AU

Lily is popular by accident because she likes helping others, is top of her classes and can be ‘witty in a real sexy way’ according to her best friend James. She doesn’t know what she expects from romance until Lily runs into someone that’s just as thorough, clever and unintentionally charming—Evan Rosier. A perfect match on paper that she’s eager to explore. But then she accidentally causes Evan’s cousin Pandora to get run over by a car and sort of becomes her girlfriend and then gets invited to a skiing trip that Evan is also going to attend and, well. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. James tells her she’s bonkers and if he was less consumed by a particular delivery guy with pouty lips and a French accent he might have been able to do something about it.

or, How Lily Evans steals someone’s girlfriend in a roundabout way Christmas miracle style

sun-baked dirt | wolfstar & jegulus cowboy au early 2000s | E

i’m talking mechanical bulls, chaps, skinny dipping, ex-equestrian black brothers, meaningful talks under the stars, the prettiest set of boots and lots of heart eyes and sexual tension

mira, mi amor | insp by a zar prompt! | jegulily & background wolfstar modern day nanny au | E | age gap, chronic illness, poc jily, smut

harry has 4 younger siblings: we’re serving an angsty almost-teenager, red-haired twins (because i couldnt help myself) and one precious toddler—lily and james are shagging non-stop to compensate for having the hots for their nanny and regulus is perpetually stressed out or horny (…….or both)

— a million and one more little things, mostly porn oneshots but also a whole fuckin haikyuu and maze runner au?? yeah

feel free to come yell at me about any of these:) also haikyuu, jjk, atla, aftg, httyd or anything in general really<3

#the post that says ‘im a writer in the way a potato is a battery’

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luvscrazy · 5 months ago

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"If its meant to be it'll be." PT. 7

Ex's to Lovers - Fem reader X Han Jisung (SKZ)

Summary: You and Han have been dating for 3 months but have been best friends for a long time and one day while you’re getting ready you get an unexpected text from him.

Han Jisung x Fem Reader

Note: If you guys want me to continue this let me know, its almost been scraped!

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James POV:

I had left her house. The overwhelming feeling of uncertainty about what could manifest from that meeting haunts him. He doesn’t deserve her, and he knows she’ll go back in a heartbeat. My love for her wants to tell her to stop and turn back around, but I don't because she needs to make her own decisions. But I'll be here when he says something dumb, which he probably will. She’ll overthink what he's told, and it will send her into a spiral. I’ll be here to hold her and keep her heart full, from the one who’s broken it.

Y/N POV:

As I'm driving to meet up with Han I feel a pit of nervousness. I keep thinking about James' words. He’s right. I do deserve better. But the thought of Han, his warm skin, eyes, and his round face roamed my thoughts. At the perfect moment, the song that he dedicated to her appeared on the radio. “Love Song”, by 311 was playing. In the lyrics, there’s a specific part that he wanted her to feel whenever he was far away on tour and she did. “However far away, I will always love you”, the lyric she had held onto for him. I wished he meant the last part. If he “always loved me”, why would he have done that to me? That's the part that gets me. The pain of nostalgia plays in my head. The moments we shared. The dates, the moments I would come and visit him at his concerts, and the nights we lay next to each other in bed. I loved those nights. His warm body against mine. His allonging scent that I loved so much. His muscular arms wrapped around my body, and held me wherever I needed them to. The soft and rough kisses he would give me were filled with desire. They always fired up the butterflies in my stomach that lay deep down. That smile would appear while he was sleeping. It always made me wonder if he was dreaming of me. A faint smile appears on my face. I won’t deny I dislike him. I can’t hate him. I can’t hate his honey skin, boba eyes, pearly white teeth, his round face, and his perfect pouty lips. What I hate is that I can’t hate him.

“This better all not be for nothing..”, I say to myself as I'm closer to reaching his destination.

Han's POV:

I'm waiting in the cold. Winter has finally come. This is her favorite season, and that's why I love and hate it. She loves to wear her grandma's sweaters, her hot coco with extra marshmallows, and her smiley face when making snowmen with bent twigs for arms. I smile when thinking about that. I loved that stupid smile of hers. My puffy coat traps the warmth of my body inside. That same warmth is the one that kept her cold during the harsh winter nights. She’d cuddle up against my chest. I would feel her hair tickle my neck, and her small snores she let out. I wasn’t fond of her snoring, but I dealt with it. The warm smile she would make while she was sleeping. That same smile I would compliment every day. Her pouty lips would tempt me every time I was at my concerts. Her lips felt warm against mine and always had me coming back for more. She knew how to get me. I’d hate to admit it but she does deserve better than me. I’m such a fool. I choose physical love over real love. I hate myself for that every day. I know I hurt her, and at the time I didn’t care. It was about what I wanted, not her. I hate that I left her like that. Alone. She always loved being alone, but I know she didn’t after what I did. I hope she’s taken care of herself more. I breathe in and out the cold air, and kick the snow that's under my shoes. I see a familiar car start to pull up. There she is. She’s walking towards me. I try to hide my nervousness and be nonchalant. She’s still beautiful. She’s wearing her grandma's sweater under a big puffy jacket she has on. She always gets cold easily, so I bet she got a hot cocoa before she came here. Once she reaches me, she looks around where we’re at.

“Why are we at a park?” She asks.

“Thought we could go for a little walk. Come on.”, I say as I lead her down a path.

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Love song by 311, is one of my favorites! its worth a listen!.

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mortishecate004 · 9 months ago

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Anti-Hero x GN! Reader

(a/n: he's the one from Unnatural Disasters on Roblox, don't judge me. Also I imagine him as Clark Kent, it's the vibes! I named him Orion since he doesn’t really have a name besides Anti-Hero. Sam, I blame you for this. :P)

Word Count: 844 Rating: Fluff, a little sadness, but happy ending!!!!

You were looking at your reflection in the mirror with a pout. Why? Because you had spotted three white hairs on your head. You continue to gawk at it, internally contemplating whether or not you should pluck them out… But they were gonna come back anyway, ugh! Your eyes moved down a little to see two more gray hairs, how did you even miss those? You combed your fingers through your hair, were you going to have to color them now?

While you were in the middle of a mid-life crisis, you failed to spot your husband and son that had just entered the room. Orion carried the bouncy baby boy in his arms, he whistled as he looked at you from behind, “Well, if it isn’t my beautiful partner.” Orion had a wolfish smirk plastered on his face as he admired your figure, your son clapped his chubby hands with a small smile as he also spotted you. “Mama/Dada!” His little voice broke you out of your trance, you jumped a little at their sudden appearance.

“Jeez! You two need to stop doing that.” You yelped, placing a hand over your chest to steady your racing heart. Orion chuckles lightly and walks towards you, he grabs your waist and pulls you into his side. He glances down at you with his violet eyes met yours, “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” His voice was soft and caring, you could see even through the haze of ‘attraction’ in his eyes, there was worry laced in the pools of violet you loved.

“You’re gonna think it’s stupid… I’ve-” you sighed exasperatedly, “I’ve got gray hairs.” He could hear the defeat in your voice, he hadn’t seen you this sad since you two found out you were about to have a kid. The overwhelming sadness that could crush your spirit and soul with one fell swoop, Orion and your son’s face hardened similarly as they observed your crestfallen look.

Their brows furrowed and their lips pursed in a thoughtful manner, “Mama/Dada.” Your son says with a low tone, his arms stretched out for you to carry him. You complied gladly, “Oh my sweet James, such a lovely little boy you are.” You peppered his cheeks with kisses, he giggled sweetly. That was yours and Orion’s favorite sound, James’s adorable little chortles and chirps of joy. Orion chuckles. He raises his hand and cups the side of your face with a hand, his eyes were full of love and care. "You're cute, you know that?"

"Orion," You gave him an unamused look, he chuckles yet again, his thumb rubbing against the three hairs. His purple eyes were lighter, he looked like he was trapped in a trance, "I'm sorry... It's just... We're doing it. We're getting older together." He chuckles for the nth time, his fangs poking out as he admired your features with a wide grin. Orion leaned forward to place a kiss on your pouty lips, "It makes me happy, doesn't it make you happy?"

"It does, Orion. Thanks for putting it in a better perspective." You pull him in for another kiss, small hands grabbed at you as you do so. You chuckled into this kiss, "Looks like someone else wanted some loving." James stares up at you with his deep purple eyes, he gives you a toothy smile and attacks your face with kisses. Well, more cuteness aggression from a toddler.

"Hey! James, don't do that. Gentle. Gentle. Remember?" Orion scolds James softly, prying the chubby hands grasping at your face firmly. The father and son share an intense look, lavender fighting with violet. James is the first to admit defeat and kisses your cheek softly, Orion smiles at the gesture. "Attaboy, we have to show love. I get it, your mom/dad is very pretty, but last time you did that. You gave them quite the wound."

His words started to become like white noise to you, you started to feel lighter again, the world was less dimmer than it was a few hours ago. Orion really knew what to say in situations, you were lucky to have even caught his attention. Moments like this reminded you why you loved him, not to mention, makes you fall even harder than you already were. God, what did you even do to deserve this life?

Little James was signing and speaking to his father, as if he was arguing back. Orion tuts playfully, "That's it, no more mom/dad time for you. You and I are gonna have a strict talk while mom/dad watches a movie. I'll catch up later, need to tussle with this naughty boy." Little James gave him a glare for even suggesting such an idea.

You laughed loudly, he was just too cute. James gives you another toothy grin, he lets out a deep bellied laugh. Orion joins in on the joviality, "But seriously, have some me time, my love. I'll be back." The two moved to the kitchen, you knew they had ulterior motives.

Life couldn't be better.

Fin.

(istg if people judge me)

#anti-hero x reader #anti-hero unnatural disasters #anti-hero x you #Cordelia's corner #anti hero unnatural disasters #anti hero

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foreverindreamlandd · 3 years ago

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The Sergeant's Heart +7+

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader

Series Summary: Sergeant Bucky Barnes has just joined the 107th, and he’s keen on learning the ins and outs of war from the best medic in the regiment, you.

WC: 6.5k

A/N: Alright fam, time to get the latter half of the story in motion! Please enjoy all of the fluff and sweet moments. :) while you can :,)

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

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“Okay. This time I got it.”

“I’m all ears, doll.”

“This is a serious one, and I’m being vulnerable, so please be kind okay?”

Bucky stared at you, expression skeptical. “Go ahead.”

You let out a dramatic sigh. “Alright, here we go. I once had a pet rat named Penelope. I got lost in the woods of Canada by myself when I was seven. And,” you closed your eyes, then looked at Bucky with a look of complete dread, “I have six toes on one foot.”

“What?” Bucky exclaimed through a sudden cackle.

You shoved him. “Don’t you dare make fun of me for that, James Barnes. I never talk about that with anyone!”

He raised a brow. “So you decide to tell me you have six toes during a game where you also are supposed to tell me a lie?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know! This topic doesn’t usually come up in normal conversation! I figured the silliness of the game might ease the tension.”

Bucky stared at you with narrowed eyes, and you knew he was trying to read your mind. “You serious about this?”

You bit your lip, looking down at your shoes. “You’re right. It’s a stupid thing. Let’s forget I ever mentioned that and just move on.” You sat up from against the tree you and Bucky were cuddled against to try to stand, but Bucky held onto you.

“Wait up, wait up,” he muttered, pulling you close against him. “I’m sorry. You know I love you and all of your toes. If there’s an extra, that just means there’s more to love.”

You looked at him in awe. “Really, Buck?”

He smiled. “Of course. I’m gonna say Penelope the rat is a lie.”

Your eyes lit up and you leaned forward until your lips brushed against his ear.

“Gotcha,” you whispered, and Bucky groaned.

“Are you kidding me?” He leaned away, head tilted back in disbelief. “I can’t believe you used the pouty face to make me believe you had six toes!”

“Hey, I mean, I’m glad I got to find out that you love me, toes and all.” You grinned.

He shook his head before jumping forward to your feet and you squealed, playfully trying to pull away as he ripped your shoes and socks off to reveal ten toes.

“I’ve been played. I can’t believe it.”

“You know what they say, honey. All’s fair in love and war.”

He gave you a side eye and you grinned even more. It was so contagious that he couldn’t help but return a smile himself.

These past few days with Bucky had been nothing but an absolute dream. They were still long and tedious, both of you working yourselves to the bone as you tackled the regular day to day tasks at camp, now with the additional duties created by the aftermath of the Hydra rescue. There was hardly any bit of free time to relax.

But when there was, you made sure to track down a certain handsome Sergeant to wrap your arms around.

It had come so easily for the two of you to fall into this new stage of your relationship. And to your surprise, the morning after you and Bucky had finally kissed and professed your undying love for one another, no one seemed phased at the sight of the two of you emerging from your tent hand in hand.

“I thought you two had been together this whole time!” Jonathan argued.

“I found it best to not keep track of any of the couples here. It’s too messy,” Dum Dum had said.

“Listen,” Gretchen sighed out, “I’m just relieved you two idiots finally got your shit together so that I don’t have to witness you both pining over each other like some lovesick puppies.” But before she walked away, you caught her winking over her shoulder at you.

Your favorite interaction had been with Steve, who lit up at seeing the uncontainable joy painted across his best friend’s face. He walked up to you and gave you both a hug.

It was a tight embrace, though, and you grunted as all of the air was crushed out of you while in the arms of the super soldier.

“Aye, Stevie, don’t hurt my girl!” Bucky exclaimed, pulling his friend from you.

Steve blushed. “Sorry, Y/n. Still getting used to not being the one who gets crushed easily.”

You laughed. “It’s okay, Steve. Besides, I feel like you just cracked my spine back into place after months and months of crouching in fox holes.”

Steve grinned. Bucky groaned.

“Can we not crack the love of my life’s spine, please?” He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and you leaned against him.

“So dramatic, Buck,” you chastised, and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’ve been telling him that for years,” Steve said. “You wanna see dramatic? Just wait until he gets within five feet of a spider.”

“Good to know.” You winked at him.

“I regret ever going to Azzano and getting captured therefore creating a scenario where you two would meet.”

You and Steve locked eyes and in unison muttered, “Dramatic,” then immediately started howling with laughter, drowning out Bucky’s groans.

Steve eventually had to head back to England with Peggy to discuss strategy on how to tackle the Hydra situation. Bucky was sad to be parted from his best friend after just getting him back, but the separation ended up being short-lived.

“Stevie’s having us meet him in London. Looks like it’s me, Dum Dum, Jim, Gabe, and Jonathan.”

Your hands rushed to find his. “You’re leaving me again?” you asked in a pained voice.

He moved his hands from your grasp to cage your face between them, pulling you in for a chaste kiss.

“Not a chance. Pack your bags, doll.”

The details of your trip to England were a bit unclear, but Bucky seemed to believe that it would be a while before you returned to the 107th camp. Still, your goodbyes this time were much easier than when you thought you were being kicked out of the army. Now, there was hope that your paths would cross again.

You and Bucky were leaving in a few hours, and decided to kill some time by sitting in your new favorite spot tucked in the woods close to camp, cuddled against the trunk of a large pine tree and basking in a few more moments of silence before you hit the big city.

“Are you nervous at all?” You asked, fiddling with a pinecone Bucky had given you. There aren’t many flowers in these parts, he said with a small smile, so just imagine this is a dozen roses until I can get you something nice.

Bucky shrugged. “A little. Not about whatever mission Stevie has for us. It’s more about going to a city. Being here at camp, I know who my friends and enemies are. I’m nervous about leaving it to go to a place where the population increases tenfold.” He sighed. “That, and I’m not looking forward to the noises.”

You snaked your hand into his. “Me, too. Funny how we can get used to the incessant sounds of gunfire but the idea of a car horn and people bustling through the streets suddenly makes us wary. But we’ll have each other. And I can always pack a bandage or two for you to pop into your ears.”

He snorted. “You’re too good to me, love.”

Scrunching your face in the way you knew Bucky loved, you leaned against him a bit more. “Alright Sarg, it’s your turn.”

He smiled at you. “Hm, okay. One, I want to kiss you right now. Two, I really want to kiss you.” He cupped your cheek with his free hand, pulling you closer. “Three, I really, really want to kiss you.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “Hun, I think you forgot the rules of the game. One of them has to be a lie.”

“Sorry.” His voice was suddenly low and gravelly, making your whole body feel fuzzy. “Guess I just got distracted.”

To hell with the rules, you thought as his lips pressed against yours.

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London was…..loud.

Not as loud as the sound of a grenade blowing up 50 feet away from you, but somehow it was noisier. People bustled around you left and right, and it was so crowded that sometimes they would bump into your shoulder.

You loved it more than you thought.

It surprised you how much you appreciated the lively atmosphere. How even though a war was going on, people still walked the streets to go grocery shopping, get a drink at the pub, or go out dancing.

There was...life.

As a kid, you had always dreamed of going to England. To meet the King and Queen, dine at Buckingham Palace, and maybe even become a princess (you had very high ambitions when you were younger). Now that you were finally here, it felt strange. Like a dream was being actualized, but just slightly off.

Perhaps that was because of the dozens of airships flying over you.

The loud clanging of bells brought your attention out of the clouds and on the arm around your shoulder, gripping you much more tightly than before. You looked over to Bucky’s stone face, trying to keep his composure after being caught off guard from the sound. You wrapped your arm around his waist and hugged him to you, and as he looked down to meet your eye he seemed to soften a bit.

“Look, Y/n!” Jonathan nudged your arm with his shoulder pointing in front of you. “It’s Big Ben!” He had a huge grin on his face, eyes filled with wonder as he gazed upon the enormous clock tower.

“Sure is something, Jonathan,” you breathed out a laugh. It really was.

“If we don’t get to sit on one of those cool double-decker busses,” Dum Dum started, “I’m gonna be pissed.”

“I’m not sure we’re going to be here long enough to do all the tourist-y things, Dugan,” Gabe said. “But if we can, I’ll pay for your bus fare.

Dum Dum smirked, extending his hand to shake Gabe’s. “You’re on, son.”

“I hope you gentlemen aren’t planning anything too mischievous,” a familiar English accent caused you all to turn around. Peggy and Steve stood before you in their dress uniforms.

“What, no spandex today, Cap?” Bucky joked, smiling from ear to ear at the sight of his best friend.

Steve rolled his eyes. “Did you want to try it on yourself, Buck?”

“I’m sure the blue would match my eyes better than yours.”

They walked forward and pulled each other in for a hug.

Peggy turned to the rest of the group. “Thank you all for coming here today. I hope the journey wasn’t too tedious.”

Morita spoke up this time. “It was all fine and good until Jonathan got motion sick.”

Jonathan grimaced. “Sorry, guys.”

Peggy raised her eyebrows and then looked at you. You shrugged in response.

“So,” Bucky started, “We’re here. What’s the game plan?”

Steve cleared his throat. “We’ll talk about more of that later tonight.” He looked to Peggy, then to everyone else. “You all can spend the day getting settled, explore the city…”

“Hell yeah,” Dum Dum exclaimed. “Get your wallet out, Gabe! We’re going on that bus!”

Steve chuckled, then shifted his gaze back to Bucky. “I was wondering if we could meet first, just the two of us?”

Bucky tensed, and you knew that he was hesitant about the idea of not being by your side in a new environment. You walked over to put your hand in his.

“It’s okay,” you said softly, “I won’t be far.” You looked to Steve. “Right?”

Steve nodded. “I promise. It will just be for the day and then we can all meet at the pub down the road that night. There are just some things I want to run by you before anyone else. That okay, Buck?”

You knew that had this conversation been with anyone else, Bucky would have told them to shove it.

But since it was his childhood friend, who had stuck with him through more shit than anyone else, he found it in himself to give in, and he nodded.

“Don’t worry, Bucky, we’ll keep an eye on her!” Jonathan said. “I myself will make sure nothing happens to her.”

“Actually, I was hoping that I might steal Y/n for the day,” Peggy proposed.

You beamed at her, then nodded. “I’d love to.”

Bucky kissed your temple. “I’ll miss you,” he whispered into your ear.

You sighed. “I’ll miss you too,” you whispered back. “But I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“I’ll be counting the seconds, sweetheart.” He gave you his best grin before turning back to Steve as they walked into the building in front of you. The other boys said their goodbyes soon after and walked in the opposite direction toward a double decker bus that was currently boarding.

“Well,” you said to Peggy, “What would you like to do today?”

“Honestly?” She looked from side to side before her eyes returned to you with a sheepish expression. “I’d like to have a bit of fun if you don’t mind.”

For the first time, you saw this goddess of a woman blush, and you were sure that your jaw dropped to the floor at the sight of it.

“Fun?”

“Yes, well, I don’t really get to have days to myself that much anymore, and with the whirlwind of events that have taken place these past couple of weeks,” she sighed, “I could really use a break.”

“I’d love to.”

She beamed. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “To get to explore London with a real-life Brit? How can I say no to that?”

A grin spread across her face. “Right, let’s get started then.”

The first stop was at a cafe. You had originally tried to order coffee, but Peggy glared at you and said that if you didn’t order tea then she was going to send you back to America. So instead, you went with an Earl Grey. It tasted infinitely better than anything you had ever had back home, and Peggy basked in her victory.

“So,” you said as you moved the tea bag around the porcelain mug with your spoon, “Am I allowed to ask what brought all of us to the Motherland?”

She chuckled, taking a sip of her tea. “Steve was asked to lead a small team to take down Hydra. He was able to locate their different facilities all over the continent. He fears they’re planning something big, and that there are more soldiers that are being held captive there. His goal is to destroy them all. Destroy Hydra.”

You raised your brows. “That sounds like...a lot.”

Peggy nodded. “It is. But I believe that if anyone can do it, it’s Steve.”

An expression of understanding crossed your features as you eyed the woman in front of you and she blushed for the second time today, looking down at her mug.

“Anyways,” she continued, avoiding that particular subject, “Colonel Phillips originally wanted to create a team for Steve to lead, but he said he would only agree to the mission if he could choose the team himself.”

You felt your stomach drop to the floor and you swallowed. “So,” you grimaced, “He’s gonna have the guys help him take down Hydra. He’s going to have Bucky travel all over Europe to fight an evil super soldier and his lackeys?”

A small part of your brain tried to tell you not to take a sip of tea during this moment, but you were so rattled at the idea of Bucky being put in such danger for who knows how long that you needed to distract yourself with something.

But then Peggy spoke again, and you realized you should have trusted your gut.

“You’re being asked to go too, Y/n.”

And suddenly the hot liquid was traveling down your windpipe and you were choking. Peggy moved to stand up and help you but you waved a hand at her in an I’m fine, don’t worry way. You patted your chest a few times, taking in a couple of deep breaths before you settled.

Allowing yourself to fully grasp what she had just said.

“I’m sorry, they want me to help take down Hydra? But, I’m just a medic, for Christ’s sake.”

“Yes, and word around the United States Army says that you’re one of the best. Plus, the men know you, trust you.”

You stared at her, unable to form any coherent thoughts. Sure, you had once believed it when people said that you were the best medic around. But that was before Jonny, and now it seemed like your heart got in the way too often.

On a mission like this, one that was infinitely more dangerous and chaotic than what you had experienced on the line, would you be able to keep your head clear to do what needed to be done?

You thought of the guys. Of Steve, Morita, Gabe, Dum Dum, Jonathan.

Bucky.

If you didn’t say yes, Bucky would have to choose between staying by Steve’s side or yours, and you knew that he would always carry a bit of regret no matter which side he went with. If you didn’t say yes, you wouldn’t be able to be there to make sure he was safe, you’d constantly be worrying about whether he was alive or dead.

If you didn’t say yes, who knows how long it would be until you saw that shade of blue you loved so much.

The man you loved so, so much.

“I guess someone has to make sure those knuckleheads don’t get into too much trouble.”

Peggy smirked, raising her mug and you lightly bumped yours against it.

“Cheers to that.” She rested an elbow on the table, settling her chin on her hand. “Alright then, now that all the serious matters have been discussed, let’s go back to the ‘having fun’ plan.”

You spent hours there, sitting and talking as if there was no war, as if you were two women grabbing a drink together like old friends. You shared stories of childhood, how you both got involved in the army, how especially difficult it was to do so as women. No topic was off the table.

Towards the end of your conversation, you brought up your love for books and Peggy grinned, standing up immediately and you followed suit.

“I know just where to go next.”

You nearly broke down and wept as you approached the entrance to the London Library.

A tear did in fact escape as your fingers brushed along the beautiful bindings of the classic books you had grown up reading.

It was absolutely breathtaking. Peggy smiled to herself as she saw you take in the space with childlike wonder.

After an hour or so of perusing the shelves, you debated asking her to go get Bucky to tell him that the two of you were going to stay in this place forever.

You managed to reread a few chapters of one of your favorites, “Peter and Wendy,” before Peggy placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. Her face was somewhat remorseful, as if feeling guilty about pulling you out of such a peaceful moment.

She knew how valuable those moments were during times like these.

“Come on,” she whispered, “There’s one more place I’d like to go.”

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“Uh….dress shopping?” You gave her a side eye as you stood in front of a small boutique. You stared at the thin mannequin wearing a stunning red dress.

“Well, we are going out tonight,” she argued, “And sometimes the men like to go dancing. I know that you and your beau haven’t really had a chance to experience an evening out that didn’t involve gunfire. So...I figured we might allow ourselves to get all gussied up for the first time in who the hell knows how long.” She looked back at the mannequin. “Come to think of it, that red dress is rather lovely.”

You fought back a grimace. “Peggy, that’s awfully kind of you, but I don’t know if this is a great idea.” You looked down at your body, then back at the mannequin. “I don’t think….those dresses aren’t going to fit me.”

She nodded. “Listen, Y/n, I’m sure you’ve had to deal with a lot of shit from shops who can’t get their head out of their asses to see how beautiful you are.” You balked at the anger in her voice. Her next words came with more softness. “But please trust me. I know the owner, Maria, and she’s fantastic. I know she’ll find something perfect for you.”

You fidgeted with your hands in front of you, not wanting to meet her eyes. “I don’t want to be a bother. I mean, there’s a perfectly good dress in my suitcase right now-”

“Y/n,” Peggy reached out her hand and you took it. She gave it a small squeeze. “It’ll be okay. I wouldn’t do this if I thought it would make you feel bad about yourself, okay? You shouldn’t feel any sort of shame while buying clothes.”

You fought back tears, then gave her a small nod. Peggy smiled and pulled you inside.

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You shivered as you and Peggy made your way to the pub. Sure, you were wearing a coat, but cool air still managed to touch parts of your skin that hadn’t been exposed, like, ever.

Your new friend had told you at least a dozen times at the boutique that you looked amazing, and after the not at all horrible experience with the amazing Maria, as well as the quick glance you allowed yourself in a mirror that was full-length and not some tiny thing you kept back in your tent at the 107th camp, you felt more inclined to believe her.

But still, liking the way your body looked was different than walking into a room full of people where they could judge you for how you looked in an outfit you weren’t used to wearing.

So it was totally natural that as soon as you walked through the doors to the pub and hung your coat on one of the hangers, leaning forward to sneak a glance at how many people stood around the corner of the entryway, you started panicking.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom real quick. You go on without me and I’ll meet you in there.”

She gave you a knowing look before taking your hand to give it a gentle squeeze. “Don’t be too long. I’m sure a certain Sergeant is anxious to see you.”

You nodded, and Peggy walked down the hall. She was met with a mixed chorus of gasps, whoops, and whistles as the soldiers took in her gorgeous red dress that she purchased off the mannequin.

It didn’t surprise you in the least. She looked beyond stunning. You had never seen someone as beautiful as her.

Steve was in big trouble.

You headed into the bathroom, fighting the urge to splash water onto your face and ruining your makeup and hair. Instead, you gripped either side of the sink in front of you and took a few deep breaths.

You got this, Y/n. You look great. You looked into the mirror.

All you needed to get through were a few awkward seconds before you would be with Bucky, and then you would feel safe.

Hopefully.

You breathed out a long sigh, stood up straight, then walked out the door and around the corner into the bustling pub.

Suddenly, the bustling stopped and all eyes were on you.

Back at home, there had been times when you agreed to go out dancing with your friends. They would get all dressed up and show up anywhere knowing that they were the prettiest dames in the room. And the response from the guys who laid their eyes on them supported that mindset wholeheartedly. Every time, you felt like those eyes purposefully avoided you.

Not tonight.

It felt as if there was a spotlight on you from the way every person stopped what they were doing to look at you. And for the first time in...well, ever, it didn’t feel like a bad thing.

You fought back the urge to run your hands over the cerulean blue fabric that rested on your stomach, keeping your arms planted to your sides.

This was the nicest dress you had ever worn, and any risk of wrinkling it was off the table.

It was the third dress you tried on, and the fact that there were even three options for you to choose from in your size surprised you so much that you were half-inclined to move to London after the war just so you could shop there whenever you wanted.

The first two were just as lovely, it was just that they didn’t feel right. It wasn’t until your eyes landed on a blue dress in a shade that reminded you of the eyes of your favorite person that you knew you had found the one.

And it fit like a glove.

Not in a way that made you hate what it showed off, either. No, the fitted waistline was cut to form around your body down to just below your knee to make it have a shape that made sense. The sweetheart neckline accentuated your chest more than you were usually comfortable with while still feeling a sense of modesty. The butterfly sleeves draped down to above the elbow in a style you had never seen before, but now wanted for every item of clothing you possessed.

You felt beautiful, and looking at the faces of everyone around you, they felt the same way. It was an unsettling realization that terrified you too much to move any further.

Until your eyes landed on a ridiculously gorgeous, completely awestruck figure standing before you, and all of your anxieties were instantly put to rest.

Steve smiled at you with a small nod, then patted his hand on Bucky’s shoulder as he walked back to the bar for a drink.

Bucky stood there for a few seconds totally speechless.

Then, he smiled, and he looked like an actual ray of sunshine. Your red lips spread into a wide grin. Bucky breathed out a gleeful chuckle at the sight of it.

He took a step toward you and you found that you could finally move, pulled by the magnetic force that always seemed to draw you to the love of your life.

Without a care about the onlookers, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you in the air, spinning you in a circle as you laughed in the ecstasy of being in his embrace.

When you returned to solid ground, he gave you a quick squeeze before pulling back to give you another look. He bit his bottom lip, shaking his head.

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“I’m trying to figure out what good thing I did on this Earth to be lucky enough to call such a beautiful woman mine.”

Your cheeks hurt from smiling. “I can think of a few things.”

He scrunched his nose. “Yeah?”

You nodded. Bucky leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, and it suddenly felt like you two were the only people in the room.

Until someone cleared their throat. Bucky groaned in annoyance, pulling away and turning around to glare at his best friend.

“Can I help you, Stevie?” He asked with fake enthusiasm.

“Just wanted to make sure you two remembered to breathe.” Steve patted Bucky on the back and turned to you with a smile. “You look lovely, Y/n.”

“Thanks Steve, you look pretty dapper yourself.” You gave the Captain a sweet smile and Bucky groaned again.

“Don’t you start going all doe-eyed at him too, sweetheart. I got enough of him and Peggy looking at one another with enough sexual tension to last a lifetime. Can’t have my girl doing that as well.”

Steve rolled his eyes and you scoffed, playfully shoving Bucky’s chest. “Bucky Barnes. Are you jealous?”

He shrugged. “What can I say? I gotta make sure none of the guys here get the impression that you’re available. Even Stevie.”

“Are you ever going to stop calling me Stevie, Buck?”

“Not a chance, punk. You may be the big buff Captain America, but to me you’ll always be the scrawny Stevie getting beat up in the alley.”

“Love you too, bud.”

The lively music coming from the other room ended, and soft melodies of a piano echoed through the pub. Steve looked at the two of you before muttering about needing to talk to Morita and walked away, leaving you alone with Bucky once again.

He turned to you with a sheepish grin. “I know I totally blew it last time I asked you to a dance, but would you be willing to forgive me and try again?”

Your face turned pensive as you jokingly considered whether you wanted to dance with Bucky. He whined at your fake hesitation, then gently tickled your waist and you squealed, shifting further into his arms.

“Okay! Okay!” You begged, and his fingers stilled. Your gaze went back to the impossibly large smile on his face. “Lead the way, Sergeant.”

Hand in hand, Bucky guided you into the room where the other couples were dancing, and he pulled you close until your body was pressed against his, swaying side to side.

You leaned your head against his chest, smiling softly as the lyrics filled the room.

“I’ll be loving you always

With a love that’s true always.”

“Can I tell you something funny?” You asked. Bucky’s chin was resting on your head and you felt it move as he nodded.

“I’m all ears, sweetheart.”

“This was my parent’s song. Not the one they played at their wedding because it hadn’t come out then. But it was the one they danced to in the kitchen, the one my dad would sing to my mom whenever they were having one of those grossly sweet moments.” Bucky’s chest rumbled as he laughed. “I always dreamed about dancing to this song with someone who looked at me the way that they looked at each other.”

Bucky leaned back so that his eyes met yours, and he looked at you with such love and adoration that it brought tears to your eyes. His smile was small, but it spoke volumes.

“Not for just an hour”

It spoke of a future that was before you, one filled with a lifetime of love and happiness.

“Not for just a day”

It spoke of impromptu dance sessions in the kitchen, losing all sense of time in each other’s arms.

“Not for just a year”

It spoke of life after a seemingly endless, godforsaken war and the elimination of pain and suffering, instead replaced by all-consuming joy.

“Always.”

Bucky’s voice brought you back from the future and into the present moment.

“Is it still a dream, Y/n?” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Your hand crept up to his face, resting on his cheek. A single tear slid down your face.

“If it is, then I don’t ever want to wake up from it.”

He beamed, happiness radiating off of him as he reached forward for a slow, dizzying kiss.

The song ended, and was followed by a jovial big band tune, catapulting everyone into more upbeat dance routines. You were instantly filled with terror as Bucky pulled you away, then quickly spun you back to him and you yelped.

You closed your eyes, fully prepared to catapult yourself into his body and knocking you both to the ground. Instead, Bucky caught you by the arms, cushioning the impact so that your back settled against his chest. He laughed at all of the panicked sounds coming from you as he guided you through the steps.

“Don’t worry doll, just let me lead,” he murmured into your ear. “I got you, baby.”

Though your eyes were still wide, you bobbed your head up and down and willed your body to relax against Bucky’s. After a few more spins and steps you struggled to follow (resulting in his toes getting stepped on like you said would happen), you seemed to grow comfortable with the movements.

Soon enough, you relied less on Bucky’s guidance and more on the music. The more comfortable you felt, the more fun it became. You laughed at your mishaps instead of grimacing. You grinned from ear to ear when you nailed a particular move.

Your smile had nothing on Bucky’s, though. He looked like he was staring at the Hope Diamond with the way he watched you dance with reckless abandon.

He kept you on the dancefloor for as long as he could, but eventually you reached a point where you felt like your heart might give out.

“How about a drink, sweetheart? What’ll you have?”

You glanced at the bar, the first one you had seen in ages, and a smile crept up your lips.

“I would fucking kill for a beer, Buck.”

He nodded, kissing you on the cheek and walking backwards toward the bartender, one finger pointed up to tell you he’d be back in a moment.

You positioned yourself to the outside of the dancefloor as you waited for Bucky, watching in admiration as other couples danced.

He returned with a beer in one hand and whiskey in the other. He handed you your drink and extended his scotch toward you.

“Cheers to you, doll.”

You scrunch your face, shaking your head. “Cheers to you, Buck. Thanks for putting up with my horrific dance moves and for still loving me even though your toes are crushed.” You clinked your glass against his and he chuckled.

His drink hovered by his lips as he said, “That’s enough shit talk about my dance partner.” He knocked back half the whiskey.

You took a swig of your beer with a smile. “Excuse me, Sergeant. Didn’t mean to offend.”

“I’ll forgive you this time. But if it happens again,” his face turned serious, “You may have to face some serious consequences.”

You snorted. “Like what?”

He leaned forward until his lips grazed your ear and you shuddered at the touch. “I’ll just have to kiss some sense into ya.”

He pulled away and you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts.

“Duly noted,” you finally croaked out, and Bucky gave you a shit-eating grin.

Familiar voices echoed from across the pub and the two of you turned your heads in search of your friends, sitting together at a table along with a few other guys. They were laughing and shouting over each other about something you couldn’t quite catch.

Seeing them reminded you of the reason you were here in the first place, and you rested a hand on Bucky’s arm to get him to turn back to you.

“So, I spoke with Peggy today. About….things.”

He nodded. “Stevie taking down Hydra things?”

“Steve and you, right?”

“Well, that depends,” he took another sip of the amber liquid, “On who our medic is.”

You tilted your head down and stared at him with an are you serious expression.

“As if I’d let you wander off on your own to get into more trouble with those guys.”

He grinned. “I guess that answers my question then.” He stared down at his glass and when his gaze returned to you, his expression was serious. “Are you scared at all?”

“Honestly? Yeah. I mean, I’ve seen some serious shit this past year, but with what happened at Azzano and what you’ve told me about your time held captive, this sounds like a whole other ball game-”

“Man I would kill to take you to a Yankees game right now-”

“Bucky.” The two of you laughed and you continued. “Anyways, yes I’m scared as hell, but I trust you and I trust Steve. And if Hydra is as dangerous as you say they are,” his eye twitched and you squeezed his arm, “We gotta do something to stop them, and I gotta make sure my best Sergeant stays safe.”

“Fair enough. Also gives me an excuse to spend all my free time flirting with the hot nurse-”

“Medic-”

“I know you’re a medic, sweetheart. Just let me daydream alright?” He chuckled before hooking his arm over your neck and kissing your temple as he led you to the table your friends were at.

While approaching, you realized that the other men they were with were the guys rescued from the Hydra base, James Falsworth and Jacques Dernier. They smiled and raised their glasses at you as you and Bucky grabbed seats at the table.

“Hello again, madame,” the charming englishman said with a wink. Bucky wrapped his arm around you and glared at him as you giggled.

“Hey Falsworth. How’s your wrist?”

“Much better, thanks to you.” He raised his glass in your direction. Morita offered an already lit cigarette to Bucky, who took it gratefully.

“Anytime. Literally, seeing that it looks like I’ll be the one patching you guys up from now on.”

“I hope it’s okay that I don’t have any other kids to name after you for all the times you’re going to continue saving my ass, Y/n,” Dum Dum chimed in.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure we’ll figure out a different arrangement. Extend it to grand kids or something.”

He grinned, nodding in acceptance before chugging his beer.

“Si le monde perdait toutes les étoiles dans le ciel, j'utiliserais ta beauté comme mon phare,” Jacques said softly, staring at you. Gabe, the only other person who knew how to speak French, choked on his drink.

Everyone stared at them. “What?” you asked.

Gabe coughed a few times, staring at you wide-eyed. “Nothing. It’s nothing.”

“Spit it out, Jones,” Bucky challenged, eyes narrowing.

Gabe turned to Jacques, then back to you.

“He said ‘If the world lost all the stars in the sky, I would use your beauty as my beacon.’”

The table was silent. Heat rose to your face and you cleared your throat awkwardly. Steve snorted.

Bucky pulled the smoke out of his mouth, staring at the frenchman. “Dude…”

You turned to him, a mischievous smile creeping up your face. “You should be taking notes, love. That was a pretty good line.”

Bucky eyes darted to you, mouth open in horror.

The howling laughter from the table drowned out any other noise from within the building.

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stardustvanilla · 3 years ago

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— mornings (b.b.)

summary: you sleep with bucky during a lightning storm.

pairing: bucky barnes x doctor!reader

warnings: fluff, sharing a bed, mild angst, sad bucky

words: 780

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You had fallen asleep with Bucky. There was thunder last night which shook the poor sergeant.

“Bucky? I’m on the way to my room but I can stay with you if you need it?”

”Please,” he mumbled. You crawled into his sheets with your favorite pair of pajamas on and a blanket wrapped around you. You shared the blanket with buck and he sat closer to you. He felt tense as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“It’s okay Bucky,” you mumbled. “I’m right here and I won’t leave.”

It was morning now and you felt Bucky's front against your back. He kept your cold body warm in the night and his arm wrapped around you. You could hear his breathing and heartbeat which put you to sleep last night. Your eyes still felt heavy and your foot had fallen asleep so you moved it a little bit.

Bucky started to shift from the sudden movement of your feet and his blue eyes opened to meet your head tilted to face him.

“Morning doll,” his voice was deeper and much raspier than it normally is. You smiled towards Bucky and his heart melted, which you were unaware of.

He had loved you ever since you met. You helped him get better after the SHIELD incident. Shuri suggested you to Steve which actually lead to a great friendship between yourself and the Captain.

Alpine was next to Bucky’s head, passed out on the super-soldier pillow. The rain had stopped from last night and left the window wet and it smelled of damp earth outside. Bucky’s arm was up to your back, rubbing circles along your skin.

You felt calm here. Like you should never leave. It felt more like home than any other place you’ve been. You wanted to be in bed with Bucky every morning. Sleeping with your limbs entangled and a warm body to wake up to. More importantly, Bucky’s body. Him just in general.

Bucky made you feel perfect. He treated you like a china set. Fragile and something to be careful with. He didn’t push boundaries or make you feel uncomfortable. He would help when needed and be at your side when you asked. He was perfect in your eyes.

“Y/N?” You were brought back to reality and your thoughts left you.

“Did you know that you make a pouty face when you zone out and it is adorable,” Bucky stated. Your eyes widened at realization.

“Sorry,” You mumbled.

“There is no need for apologizing doll,” You blushed as he grinned towards you. Your arms wrapped around his waist and you stuffed your face into the soldier’s chest. He smelled like book pages and coffee.

Bucky started to get out of bed, picking you up and carrying you bridal style. You were surprised at the sudden confidence in him, but then again, you never knew the Bucky from the 40s. You wished to know what he was like then though. The mysterious 40s James Buchanan Barnes. The one Steve always talked about. He put you on the couch that was in the ex-assasin's bedroom and sat beside you.

“Y/N,” Bucky trailed off. “Do you think you’ll ever get married?”

The sudden question shocked you. You, married? You have never thought about it. But now that you do, yes, you hoped too.

“Yeah, I do,” You mumbled. “But the person I love doesn’t love me back.” You stated with sadness in the back of your throat.

Bucky looked at you with concern in his eyes. Of course, he was concerned. You were sitting there sulking about a stupid crush, you told yourself.

“I don’t think that is completely true,” He whispered. You titled your head in confusion. “Who is it that you love Y/N?”

“I can’t tell you,”

“Why not?”

“Because if I told you then you would never talk to me again!” You raised your voice more than you meant to.

A second later, his lips were touching yours. You were unaware of how it happened but you did not care. You quickly straddled his lap, leaning into the kiss. His mouth moved against your own and made your mind fuzzy. You moaned into Bucky’s mouth when his tongue explored all the right places. It all felt perfect.

Bucky rested his forehead on your own and bit your lip, tugging at the skin. You whimpered from the feeling. His eyes met yours and you kept them locked together.

“Our mornings should always be like this,” Bucky stated.

“Yes please,” You mumbled, out of breath from the kiss.

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masivechaos · 9 months ago

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snakes, ladders & pouts!

── ☆ james potter x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: you're a sore loser but it's hard to stay mad when James is your boyfriend.

── ☆ Warning/content: my English

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You looked up at James, chin resting on your knee and eyebrows furrowing. What an idea to play ‘Snakes and Ladders’ because you were bored and it was the only game at your disposal in the dorm. “Sweetheart,” he smiled, too sweet and way too infuriating for the angry state you were in “It’s just a game”

James hated to see you like this. He wished he could just take the anger away from you. Because unless what he heard from some people, you weren’t overreacting. You described to him how you felt about losing before. It was a feeling that he couldn’t understand because one, he rarely lost at any games and two, when it happened he didn’t feel angry at all and was even laughing.

But you? Losing a game drove you mad. It wasn’t the ‘flipping off the board and refusing to admit you had lost’ type of mad, it was the ‘not talking and boiling inside out of frustration and disappointment’ type of mad. It was something you couldn’t control at all.

“I know,” you mumbled groggily. You rolled the dice, three. You took a deep breath and moved your piece, snake straight up to square one. You glanced up at James, it was obvious he was trying not to laugh. “Your turn,” you said, forcing yourself not to stop playing.

You carefully watched the dice fall from his hand. five. He moved his piece, ladder. You saw his mouth twitch into a small smile as he reached the top of the ladder, he was on the last line. His eyes found yours and his expression turned into a more sorry one “You can still win, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled bitterly before rolling your dice, staring at the board. You looked at the number and guilt started to creep into your mind. You glanced up at James “Sorry,” you whispered “Didn’t mean to snap.”

James let out a small chuckle “It’s alright.” He grabbed the dice. Four. He won.

You forced your lips to tug into a smile “Good job,” you said unenthusiastically.

James laughed and moved to sit on your side of the bed “C’mon sweetheart… don’t pout,” he said as he nudged your shoulder playfully.

“I’m not pouting,” you said, definitely pouting.

James snaked an arm around your waist “You are, sweetheart,” he chuckled. He pressed his lips to your temple, his hand smoothing your back. “It’s a silly game, nothing more.”

“It’s a stupid game,” you answered, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

“It’s a stupid game,” he agreed. His arms tightened around you when you stayed silent, he wanted to talk but knew you needed silence to calm down. He couldn’t help but feel a sort of worry, you were so sensitive he was scared of this hurting you.

“Hey…” he whispered after a while, “Sweetheart.” He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to be certain you looked at him “Wanna do something else?”

“Mmh,” you grumbled uncooperatively. You wanted to cheer up to make him happy but the frustration in the pit of your stomach was way too strong.

James’ laugh reached your ears “Oh come on now, there’s no ‘mmh’ with me.” He stood up before wrapping his arms around you again to pick you up “Let’s grab something to eat,” he said as he opened the dorm’s room.

“I can walk,” you sighed but he cut you off

“I don’t care, I’m carrying you.” He grinned, both of you making your way to the kitchens “My lovely pouty girl,” he teased. The frustration in your gut eased down. You didn’t want to be mad at him but you wanted to keep sulking. And you were miserably failing as his words made you smile “Ah,” his grin widened “there’s the smile I love so much.” He kissed the crown of your head “But I love your pout too. I love everything about you.”

You couldn’t even pretend to be mad anymore. “I love you,” you whispered.

James laughed and settled you on a kitchen table “So do I, sweetheart.”

“Even if I’m a sore loser?”

“Even if you are a sore loser,” he reassured you, his lips never leaving your forehead “You need to do so much worse to make me love you less, sweetheart.”

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descendantsramblings · 5 months ago

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I absoloutely love your Storys and i wanted to request one as well :3

Morgie x Male!Reader

Male Reader is Part of the Vk's or his studie Partner in an Assignment (your choice) and the Reader is in Love with Morgie, Morgie on the other hand is into Uliana and always talks about her which is breaking Reader's Heart

So- Hurt comfort/no comfort with a Happy or Sad ending, whatever you like more

I won't lie to you, something about this fic turned extremely dialogue heavy and this feels a touch behind the bar to my other works, I'm sorry about that.

Also somehow his friendship with Hook had me writing this in the mindset of “boooooo he sucks, kiss his friend” so feel free to read it as Hook having a thing for the reader. Adds to the one sided chaos

One Sided

Morgie le Fay x VK! Reader

Pronouns used: he/him/his

Summary: What else was he meant to do but just take the boy’s words like they’re rolling punches?

Warnings: no happy ending we die like men, Morgie gets called stupid out of frustration a lot

Word Count: 1.9K

“James, I am going to implode,” the boy flops onto the pirate’s bed with a dramatic huff, body just barely missing the legs that rest under his maroon blanket. Hook had grown used to this, shifting to making room beside him, in case his friend was willing to take him up on it. Not that (Y/n) ever did, too scared that Morgie would walk in. If he saw how close the boy got to his roommate, the sorcerer would never see him as an option. Not that the serpent did see him as anything. “Do you know what he just did?” He flips over onto his stomach, chin cradled in his hands as he whines at Hook. The pirate lets out an sharp exhale that vaguely resembles a laugh, “I’m sure you’re going to tell me.” “He asked me to go with him to that new coffee place in town, and I mean, I knew it wasn’t a date. But he asked me to go so he could tell me more about Uliana. I mean, how blind does a man have to be? Asking a boy who’s falling at your feet to get coffee just to talk about some girl who doesn’t even want you.” He looks up at the boy, and where you’d expect to see sadness, all that sits on his features is annoyance. Hook laughs, patting the spot he made on the bed for the other boy. “Morgie le Fay is a boy at best, not a man.” It earns him a laugh from (Y/n) who sits up, turning to him but not quite filling the spot with his name on it. Hook does his best to ignore it, letting his eyes stay focused on his friend instead. With a shake of his head, he smiles over at the pirate, “He could be. He’s just, not.”

A hum comes through his closed, pouty lips. “If you say so. And since you came to me, I’m assuming that means he,” James drags the one syllable word out, waiting for the boy to finish the sentence for him. “Left me early because Uliana showed up. She needed someone to carry her bags for her while she’s shopping for Castlecoming. He’s so stupid, James. That girl is never going to look at him as anything more than someone to use. How does he not see that?” There’s a mocking air to the first sentence, eyes rolling with a wave of his hand. Mocking the sea witch in a way that would surely get him in trouble were she to see. Lucky for them, they would be alone for hours. “He’s a boy, (Y/n), he’s stupid.” It makes them both laugh, James reaching over to push his knees slightly. “You’re a boy, James.” “Yeah, so are you,” Hook waves a hand at him, a smile plastered on his lips. “I personally am a man,” (Y/n) laughs, putting a hand over his heart as he speaks as if he’s offended.

It was a song and dance both boys had become far too accustomed to. Morgie would upset (Y/n) by talking about Uliana while they’re alone, or even by leaving him for the sea witch like he had today. Then he’d come running to Hook, if Morgie wasn’t coming back for a while, they’d stay on his bed. Otherwise it was (Y/n) and Hades’ dorm or the hideout. The boy would complain, his pirate companion would comfort him. Then when he was happy again, and they part ways, Hook would get a soft thanks, a swear that he was a good friend, and they would split. And now, as they reach the finale of their duet, (Y/n) puts a hand on top of Hook’s, an adoring smile stretched across his face. “You know, James. I really wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re the best friend a boy could have.” He rolls his eyes, a familiar and playful smirk on his face, “And you are a wonderful stroke to my ego, Lad, really.” “Yeah, yeah,” the boy laughs, standing up from Hook’s bed, “Thank you, idiot.” “Anytime.”

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The next time that (Y/n) sees Morgie, it’s in “History of Piracy”, his head laying gently on the sorcerer’s shoulder as the teacher drones on. Something about a research project where they got to pick their own partners. Not that the villain cared to listen. Morgie would, he’d never admit it but, he always did. The kid was smarter than he let on, something about it was oddly admirable. And it was too hard to listen anyway, no way he could care about something as minor as pirates when he could feel Morgie’s body heat through the silk shirt pressed to his cheek. His head moving so slightly as the boy breathes that the human eye wouldn’t pick it up. It was so cozy, quiet, something out of (Y/n)’s daydreams. And for once, there was nothing about Uliana to interfere. Class was a genuinely Uliana free zone, the boy and the sea witch being blessed with wildly different schedules. It made going to class just a touch easier.

As the man finishes talking, the whole room gets up, kids crossing left and right to get to their friends, picking out different partners. The shoulder he leans on shakes ever so slightly, earning Morgie a slight glance in his direction. “We’re going to be partners, right?” His eyes fly open, moving off of Morgie’s shoulder to stare at him. Mouth running dry as he lets his eyes flicker wildly over the other boy. “What?” “We’re going to be partners on this project, right?” Right, he should’ve known that. “Actually, I was thinking of asking Charming, got a huge crush on him, you know. This would give me a way in.” Morgie’s face falls, looking over to the prince. Charming is leaning against Ella’s desk, obviously partnered with her. He turns back to (Y/n), “Oh well, I think he actually has a partner. I could see if Ella could switch if you wanted? Not that I want to work with her, I’d rather work with you.” He’d rather work with him.

(Y/n) forcefully laughs, reaching out for the boy’s arm, “Morgie, I’m kidding. Of course I’m going to be your partner. You’re my other half.” A nervous smile stretches across his face, leaning onto his hand, “It’s not a funny joke. I thought you were actually going to leave me.” Lip finding its way between his teeth as he literally tries to bite back a smile. He was scared he would leave him? Maybe the boy meant more to Morgie than he thought. “Never,” it’s meant to be light hearted but (Y/n) can feel the way it tugs on him. It’s a promise, he knows in his heart that it’s a promise. And the idea of it is absolutely horrifying.

“So, what exactly is this project?” Morgie laughs, shaking his head as he pulls out his sloppy notes on the assignment. “We have to write a research essay on how being a pirate can lead to harm.” A teasing little smirk makes its way onto the boy’s face, an excited air filling the space between them as he bounces ever so slightly in his seat, “We could do it on James losing his hand.” The laughter that erupts out of Morgie is loud, light and joyful as it shakes his shoulders. Smile meeting his eyes, squinting them with their perky glow still barely visible. He looks amazing, (y/n)’s lip once again sliding into his teeth as he stares lovingly at his friend. “Hook would hate being used for a project,” Morgie shakes his head, absentmindedly brushing his scarf over his shoulder. “You must not know your roommate very well, le Fay. James would absolutely love being the center of attention. Don’t play with me.” “Well, if you’re so sure.” “I am. Let’s go to your dorm.” His hand wraps around Morgie’s wrist at the exact same time as the bell rings, dragging the boy up from his chair.

There was no use in fighting against him, Morgie was well aware of that. So he allows his excitable villain friend to drag him up to his dorm, fingers wrapped tightly around his skinny wrist. Pulling him into his room and throwing the boy down onto his own bed. The bedsprings screeching as the sorcerer falls to it, his body bouncing with the mattress. The little display earns them a shocked noise from Hook, his eyes wide as they turn to him. “Whatever you two are up to, I am in here, please be aware of that.” It makes Morgie laugh but (Y/n)’s face heats up at the idea, glaring pointedly at the pirate. The look on his friend’s face makes Hook smirk, crossing his arms and leaning back against his headboard. “What could you possibly be up to then?” The boy laughs, perching on the mattress beside his friend. “We came to see you. We have to do a silly little project on pirates.” “Oh, do ask away then.”

It doesn’t take long for the trio to go off the rails, what was once James getting to brag about his times at sea quickly turning into the three just hanging out. (Y/n)’s head in Morgie’s lap and his legs in Hook’s. Fingers ghosting through his hair as the sorcerer who cradles him babbles. “I mean she just, I don’t know. She sees me, obviously she does because she drags me around with her but she doesn’t see who I can be, you know? And that’s so frustrating because all I do is try, I am constantly on her beck and call. It’s exhausting, she’s so beautiful and talented. Evil too, and I understand that love isn’t evil but everyone is just a little bit good, aren’t they?” He pauses, smiling down at his friend, “I mean you’re so full of love. Especially with the way you treat us, and Hook over here is a serial romantic. There has to be some sort of love to her. So why can’t she just point it at me? It’s so unfair, I just want someone to love me.”

Unfair? It’s unfair that Uliana can’t love him. He has someone who loves him, why is he so stupid that he can’t see that? The boy looks up to Hook, his dark eyes already trained on him. The two of them have a silent conversation, the pirate silently promising that he had his friend’s back. And as if that was all the push he needed, the boy stands up, cutting off Morgie’s bubbling rant that had been going on for at least the last ten minutes. “I need to,” he pauses, looking at both boys before heading to the door, “I need to not be here. We’ll finish that project later, yeah?”

And they don’t get a minute to respond before he’s storming out of the room. Two pairs of eyes staring at the empty space where the boy once was. “What,” Morgie looks up to the door, “Was that?” His question is met with a sigh, the pirate rising off his bed.”You really are stupid, you know that?” He huffs, staring over at the boy with his mouth agape, “Excuse me?” Hook rolls his eyes, rolling his jacket onto his arms and grabbing his room key. “You’re stupid. He’s been in love with you for the past year, mate.” And the pirate storms out too, leaving the sorcerer alone, gapping at the wooden door. He’s been what?

#descendants #descendants imagines #descendants rise of red #descendants fanfiction #descendants x reader #morgie x reader #morgie le fay #morgie le fay x reader

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Perfect Strangers

Bucky Barnes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1644 words

Warnings: I got carried away, just so you know.

Summary: The reader and Bucky have a very strange relationship, and they always will

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You and Bucky had never really gotten along.

When you were young, you fought more than anything else, with him sticking his foot in his mouth over and over and your quick temper driving your attitude.

Really, you were only good at fighting.

Even now, you two couldn’t be in the same room with one another unless you were yelling at him or making out. That was all you did, and as dysfunctional as it may have been, it worked for you.

You had never been the relationship type and James wasn’t any better. The last girlfriend he’d had was in the forties.

Casual hookups were all you had in you, and it had never been a problem before.

However, there was definitely something different in the way that he’d been acting as of late. There were no clever quips or quick insults as you passed, or anything else for that matter.

It was as if you were perfect strangers.

The only problem with that, of course, was that you weren’t. Perfect strangers never got the chance to taste the other’s tongue and you had Buck had done far more than that.

Something was definitely up, you just hadn’t figured out what it was yet.

You weren’t exactly in a hurry to figure it out either, to be perfectly honest. Bucky’s attitude problem wasn’t something you had to worry about, and it certainly wasn’t yours to fix.

Whatever it was, you thought for sure he’d figure it out and get over it.

...But maybe you were wrong.

He was pouty, and even more moody than usual. It just didn’t make any sense, though had you stopped to think about it, you could have easily put the pieces together.

You had recently started seeing someone else.

His name was Todd, some low level agent at S.H.I.E.L.D who’d asked you to get a drink a week or so back. It wasn’t serious, of course, meaning that you liked him in about the same way you liked anyone.

More than anything, he was good for drinks and sloppy makeouts in bar bathrooms but Bucky didn’t care about any of that.

He hated him.

If anyone got to take you for drinks or smear your lipstick all over the place, it was him. He’d known you longer than any of them, certainly longer than Todd, and it should have been him.

...But he couldn't exactly tell you any of that.

You and Bucky had always kept your relationship fun, without all the serious crap that no one wanted to deal with in the first place, and you liked it that way. You didn’t get too attached, but you had fun when you both had to let off a little steam.

It was the perfect arrangement.

For some reason though, seeing you on the arm of another man made his blood boil.

Bucky could have killed him, if he was in any position to do so. The other issue was that he wasn't in any position to make any changes.

You weren’t his girlfriend, and he didn’t want you to be, he just didn’t want anyone else to touch you or be near you or speak to you, ever.

Was that too much to ask?

Evidently, it was.

The dark haired male knew that no matter what he did, or what he said, nothing would change the way you felt about one another. The most frustrating thing was that he didn’t even understand why he felt like he did.

Bucky didn’t care about you, did he?

Up until recently, he’d been perfectly content with the way your relationship was going but not anymore. For some reason, everything was different now and he hated it.

He was restless, and nothing made it better. Everything reminded him of you and how he felt about you, which just made him more angry for feeling that way at all.

It wasn’t what he wanted, but it just was what it was. He couldn’t exactly change it, so he’d made up his mind. All he would do was sit back and pretend he didn’t feel it, eventually it was going to go away.

It had to.

His plan lasted all of about three days, before everything came crashing down again.

You had brought Todd with you to Stark tower last night, to ‘meet the team’ as you put it but Bucky knew better. He knew exactly what that meant and he wasn’t happy about it.

His jaw tightened as he looked over your frame, the soft smirk you wore and that spark in your eye.

What you’d done was beyond unprofessional but that wasn’t what had him so upset and he knew it. What Bucky couldn’t get over was the thought of that creep’s hands all over you, and the fact that it wasn’t him in your bed last night.

Though, the last straw came during breakfast, when Todd decided it would be a good idea to smack your ass on his way past, on his way to the bathroom.

It was a subtle thing, something no one else even paid any mind to, aside from a small smile from Natasha to Clint. For them, this was funny, but all Bucky could think about was where he’d put his body.

He couldn’t help it.

What he did next was what caused the real problem though. Instead of just moving on and being mad on his own time, Bucky marched over to your side and yanked you around the corner, into the next room.

At least here, there wouldn’t be quite as many prying eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you spit, immediately snatching your arm back from his grip as you tried to figure out what had gotten into him. He was always like this, absolutely incapable of using his words.

In the past, you’d explained him akin to a neanderthal or some kind of caged animal.

Now though, Bucky didn’t seem to be in a joking mood, and he certainly wasn’t in the mood for your sass. You had to know how much this was upsetting him, and how much he hated it.

Even you couldn’t be so stupid.

“Get him out of here” he suggested, not even bothering to explain himself. There was such an arrogance about him, as he ordered you to do as he said, it actually forced a laugh from your throat.

Bucky had finally lost it.

“I don’t know what you mean” you smirked, resting your hands on your hips as you looked him in the eye, daring him to be more blatantly honest about what he wanted.

You were testing him, just like you always did, but it wasn’t going to work this time. Bucky was mad, and it would be best for everyone if you just told that punk to leave so you could get back to your breakfast.

...but you weren’t going to do that.

Bucky wasn’t your father, and he certainly wasn’t your boyfriend, he had no authority over who you spent time with, in or out of your bedroom.

“I’m not kidding, get him out of here” he repeated, his jaw tightening again in a warning sort of way. He wasn’t going to do anything to you, you knew that, but it was still fun to imagine.

Even if he tried, you’d have him on his ass in a minute, you both knew it.

“You are such an asshole, you know that?” you scoffed, another laugh playing in your throat as you looked at him, your brow furrowed. You couldn’t believe he was acting like this.

He was such a child.

“I’m an asshole? No kid, he’s the asshole, trust me” he spit, practically growling as he let out all his frustrations over the past few days, watching him lay his hands on you and whisper in your ear.

He had no right, and clearly, only Bucky had the common sense to recognize that.

That earned another laugh from you, this time much more dangerous before as you stepped closer to him. “That's what this is about? You don’t wanna share your toy, Buck?” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

You had always been very clear about what you wanted from him, and you were under the impression that he felt the same, but clearly not. You never got jealous, and really, it was pathetic that he was.

Especially over Todd.

You were having a good time with him, sure, but you could replace him in an hour, there was nothing special about him.

“Oh fuck off” he grumbled, running his metal hand through his dark hair, each wavy lock curling around his fingers as it passed. Even pissed, he was so delicious.

Maybe that was why you two fought so often.

You were quite the sight too, your blood boiling as you waited for him to say anything of substance, your arms now crossed your chest. Your breath was heaving under the pressure and your skin was on fire.

Then, like a rubber band giving under the immense pressure of being stretched past its limit, Bucky gave in, just like you knew he would. Within a minute, you were pressed hard against the wall, his forearms firm under your thighs as he held you there, his lips on your own.

His breath was raging, not that yours was any better, and he’d bit so hard into your bottom lip that you could taste the iron when he finally backed up for air, not that either of you cared.

“I’ll get rid of him” you decided, after a few seconds of silence, the male’s forehead rested against your own.

It was uncharted territory for you both, but maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing. If nothing else, it would get him off your back for a little while.

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