#anyway. LET ME BLOCK SOUNDS PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!!!!!!

[neuvistar]

Biker! Dan heng, Sunday and aventurine?

Sfw and NSFW

Like I'm brain dead for them

DREAM RIDE. biker! honkai star rail men part one

— featuring ┊aventurine, sunday, (il) dan heng x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! sfw + nsfw, feminine terms used (she, girl, etc), cunniligus (aventurine #1 pussy eater strikes again), orgasm denial (sunday), jus a tad bit of subby dan heng, semi-public s3x? (sunday), blowjob (dan heng), use of vibrators (sunday), riding (dan heng) use of nicknames, multiple orgasms, bath s3x (aventurine), sunday is a MENACE here, reader implied 2 be a lil smaller than them, v4ginal fingering (aventurine), more tba! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊NOT PROOFREAD ! might correct tmr if i’m not sleepy! <3 anyways hi guys writers block stopped biting my ass anyways guys i’m SOOO attracted 2 aventurine it’s acc insane he needs to be jailed from how majestic he is.. erm! whoever keeps sending asks abt biker! hsr men god bless u and ur entire family | reblogs r appreciated

⊹ 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

sfw.

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would take you out for late night rides! he’s a total drama queen, let’s get that out of the way. he loves you, yes, but he’d get so pouty whenever you turn him down for your daily night rides with him, he sulks and sulks.. clinging onto your figure until you finally say yes! jokes aside, aventurine really does enjoy your company, he really does value quality time as he would go as far to even take you out to see the stars, feel the breeze and have some fresh air, or just have a midnight snack!

“come on, baby.. 2am is nothing! just come and ride with me for a bit, i promise i’ll have you back til 3?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who always finds himself buying you gifts before visiting you and such! sometimes he’d just be riding around on the road and all of the sudden his hands are full of bags and gifts just for you before he gets to your place! he’s a huge gift giver, spoiling you to the brim.

“would [name] like this one.. no no, maybe this one. hm.. maybe both.”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who can be insecure at times, sometimes he thinks about whether he’s truly right for you or not. like, usually he wouldn’t give in to these thoughts but there are times where he’s just riding around at night n he suddenly stops n goes.. “what if [name] is bored of me?” even though he might not show it, poor thing needs A LOT and i mean A LOT of reassurance from you, please tell him he’s good enough for you!

“my darling.. are you sure i’m right for you? i mean, you know. i’ve just been.. thinking. you’re not gonna leave, are you.. hm? ‘gonna stay with me, right?”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE absolutely loves having sex while you both take bubble baths, i mean.. it’s essential to have good hygiene, isn’t it? aventurine pumped his fingers within your pussy, circling his thumb over your clit as he licked his lips, nuzzling close against your neck. “mmh.. you like that?” his voice, husky and low as his fingers reached the deepest parts of your cunt, a sharp gasp caught in your throat as he held you firmly against him. watching you struggle to stifle your moans made him feel a combination of pride and surprise. aventurine gripped your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "damn, sweetheart.. are my fingers that good?" he murmured, his voice low and steady.

aventurine growled softly, pleasure coursing through him at your reaction. his fingers deeply thrusted in and out of you, feeling your tight walls spasm around his digits. with a lick of his lips, he added another finger within your drenched pussy.. the sound of water splashing against his fingers, his speed rising more and more.. stretching you delicately. "missed this," he groaned, adding more speed to his rhythm. "missed the way your body responds to me, my darling girl..” his eyes locked onto yours, seeing the desire mirrored back at him. he wanted to make you cum, that was his goal for the night.. to hear you scream his name again. the roughness of his fingers grew, the sounds of water splashing against his hand was enough to embarrass you, aeons.. he was going fast alright. “c’mon, sweetheart.. it’s been ages since i made you squirt. mmh.. these fingers are good enough to make you squirt, right?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would eat you out almost all the time, whether it’s on his motorcycle seat while he holds your body, or maybe his table filled with tools, or just a plain old bed. aventurine is willing to eat you out literally anywhere, his tongue piercing made it even better. aventurine savoured every second of this, allowing his senses to be consumed by your intoxicating flavour. your body trembled above him, carefully laid on the seat of his motorcycle as he chuckled against your pussy.. your hands buried in his hair as he delved deeper into your depths. the blonde’s tongue danced expertly, exploring every hidden crevice while his fingers played with your swollen bud. “you taste divine," he murmured against your sex, causing you to arch your back sharply. "just like the finest wine, only better." his words hung heavy in the air between them, fuelling your rising passion.

aventurine attacked your cunt hungrily, devouring your folds with complete vigor. aeons, he was obsessed with your pussy, and your taste. the way your wetness spilled out onto his tongue, mixing with the warm atmosphere surrounding the both of you drove him crazy. his large hands held you firmly against the seat of his motorcycle, hands roamed freely over your body, tweaking one of your nipples roughly while diving deeper inside your drenched pussy. your boyfriend groaned into your folds, feeling your walls tremble around him. “good darling.. such a good girl taking my tongue so well.” “.. ‘turine.. you’re gonna make me fall on here.. j—just eat me out on the desk..” you murmured, wincing when you felt a slap on your pussy. “whoops, sorry angel,” ugh.. this tease. “mm.. no-can-do, sweetheart. i like seeing you like this. just imagine, my cum leaking out of your pussy and right onto my bike.” he licked a single stripe on your cunt, chuckling when he noticed your legs quivering. “oh how fascinating would that be.”

⊹ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

sfw.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who has a habit of grabbing onto your waist, or just snaking his arm around it! i mean, he does this for many reasons.. one, to show you’re taken, and two, mm.. he just feels like it! sunday would do it on random occasions, whether he’s talking with his biker friends, at the cashier, anywhere! he loves grabbing your waist and he makes that very clear, maybe if he’s in the mood.. he’d slide his hand beneath your shirt as well wink wink

sunday glanced at your form, a small smile forming on his face when he saw you examining your surroundings. he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling your body firmly against his.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who’s jealousy is intense. sunday would get angry at you, give you the silent treatment, or just bluntly ignore you if you were found talking and laughing with another guy other than him. he refuses to believe that you can be happy with other guys other than him. he would glare at other people he catches staring at what’s his, he was.. possessive. and whenever you catch sight of it, he would try and manipulate you to thinking he’s doing it for your own good! because all those men that were staring at you were bad! (wow, he’s a bastard) saying this, he’s a huge manipulator.. it can be a handful dating him.

“trust me, my love. can’t you see how those men were staring at you?” his voice was soft, dangerously soft. the malicious glint in his eyes didn’t hide anything. “they’re after you, angel. they’re after what’s mine. i’m only trying to protect you. why are you so doubtful of me, hm? do you not love me anymore? are you perhaps.. bored of me?”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who loves being in control, this can be taken in a sexual or non sexual sense <3 sunday is assertive, and he knows what’s right for you. (most of the time!) he can be a bit controlling at times, but he means no harm! he just wants to keep you safe, promise! sometimes sunday would give you that look whenever you would try n defy him, he means business.. trust me. because of this, he can be cold and stubborn towards you at times without even knowing, geez.. he really needs to work on that.

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY loves being in control, as i’ve mentioned.. but especially in bed. besides that, he’s so damn mean.. he doesn’t let you cum unless he tells you to, kissing your tears away with his lips. “ah ah ah, darling.. what did i say about cumming?” his eyes devoured your small frame, taking in every curve and angle of your body. sunday couldn't help but feel a surge of dominance and control over you, chuckling lowly. you was his, every fiber of your being was his, and he'd take care of you properly. his thrusts were hard to take in, his size and speed.. aeons. the way his cock slides in so easily had him biting his lip, he’s so mean and strict whenever you both make love, spanking you a few times whenever he sees you dozing off!

his eyes never left yours, even when he would immediately pull out when you were on the verge of orgasming, earning a sweet whine from your lips. “please.. please let me cum! sunday, baby please.. i can’t hold it anymore!” oh, how if only you knew how much he loves it when you beg. “oh baby.. i love it when you beg like that.” sunday groaned deeply from pleasure, landing another smack to your ass.. grinning at the sight of you swirling beneath him, “it only makes me wanna do this more.. it makes me wanna keep you here, stop you from cumming all over my cock. do you want that?” “n—no please.. please let me cum, sunday.. i need it—“ “keep begging, my angel. maybe i’ll let you cum if you keep begging and whining for me. come now, speak up.”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who absolutely loves using vibrators on you whenever you both go out together, it’s amusing to him! (stupid bastard) he would increase it’s speed at random times to catch you off guard.. for his own amusement. listen, you really love your boyfriend but sometimes you just wanna slap that stupid smile off his face. you were casually picking out some candy in the candy aisle, a soft smile on your face before you felt that same old sensation within you.. causing a gasp to leave your pretty lips. “mm.. what are you looking at here, my love?” sunday murmured softly, chuckling at your vulnerable state. “sunday.. lower the speed please..” you begged, aeons! you were stupid to even think he’d decrease it’s speed!

your boyfriend smirked, the vibrator’s speed only grew more by the second as you could feel the wetness of your pussy seep through your panties, filling you with humiliation and embarrassment as you could barely walk, holding your hand over your mouth. “fuck.. sunday please..” you knew begging wasn’t gonna get you anywhere.. you knew you would have to have that stupid thing inside you for hours on end, overstimulating your pussy and entire body while your boyfriend watched and held you with pure amusement. to your bewilderment, there were times where sunday would go as far to fingering you by a nearby alleyway, his hands drenched in your juices. this man.. you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. sunday’s pretty fingers dug deep into your drenched pussy, knuckles deep while he had that same stupid sadistic smile on his face. “i should put that thing in you more.. look how wet your pussy is. it’s practically drooling for me, angel.”

⊹ 𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

sfw.

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who is more of a private relationship typa guy, he prefers to keep his relationships private! despite this, he still shows his love for you in many other ways, it’s easy to say that some people are even surprised he was dating you, because of how reserved he is when it came to personal matters <3 he values his and yours’ privacy, you can trust me on that!

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who struggles putting on his helmet because of his horns (lol), you find it really cute! whenever he leaves your house, sometimes he takes 10 minutes trying to figure out how to wear a helmet because of his horns. he found this so annoying to the point he probably had a custom helmet made for him and his horns!

you nearly let out a giggle when you gazed at him, struggling to wear his helmet over his head. dan heng’s tail swished against his leg, glancing up at you with a slight frown. “[name], it’s not funny.”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would teach you how to ride a motorcycle so you and him can ride around together, i mean.. you can’t blame him! he doesn’t show it much, but he really does hope to spend more time with you, and he thinks this is effective and efficient! dan heng would guide you through it slowly, keeping his hands on your waist while he helped your practice with the brakes and all you needed to know! to be honest, this was really just an excuse to touch you, but can you blame him? his large hands would brush against your hips, helping you adjust and sit properly, it’s a good thing these things take awhile to learn!

“mhm, i got you.” his thumb rubbed circles on your hips, humming. “you’re a fast learner, [name]. you never fail to surprise me.”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who just loves having your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock after an exhausting day of biking all day and night. soft gasps and whimpers left his lips as he showed a completely different side of him that night, full of pure desperation and need. “am i.. doing this right?” your voice was muffled against his dick, sending vibrations to his nerves as his hand was carefully placed atop of your head, body aching for release. “yes.. keep sucking me off like that..” with a grunt, he closed his eyes briefly while savouring the warmth of your tongue tracing circles around the sensitive slit.

"more please, baby..“ dan heng begged, arching his back slightly as your warm, wet tongue caressed the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly before sliding down its veiny shaft. the sensation was foreign yet familiar, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. unable to resist any longer, he reached down, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts his hips upward, pushing deeper into your waiting mouth.his breathing became heavier, the sound of each labored gasp echoing in the otherwise silent room, punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your mouth working him over. your tongue swirls around the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive area underneath his balls before returning to suck and stroke him feverishly. “you’re so good to me.. s.. so good to me..”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would let you ride him just like how he lets you ride his motorcycles! he just wants to put your pleasure first, really. dan heng’s mind raced as he watched you ride him. he was going to lose it, he knew it very well. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your pussy coating his cock with pure white juices, the sound of your gasps, and the feeling of your breasts against his chest created a whirlwind of emotions. he watched you struggle to stifle your moans while gripping your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "you’re doing great, love. fuck.. take your time and do what feels good," he encouraged, his voice low and steady.

he hoped his presence provided comfort, guiding his precious girlfriend to enjoy the sensations without feeling pressure to perform. their bodies moved in harmony together, lust fuelled by the thrill of victory as dan heng’s breaths grew ragged. his face flushed at the sight of your breasts bouncing, biting his lip at how overwhelming this was.. the sound of skin slapping against each other was all that came through, their moans punctuated the intensity of their shared moment. your hands grabbed everywhere.. his biceps, his chest, and oh.. even his horns. he was absolutely losing it. “sh—shit.. use my cock, use my cock for your own pleasure, beloved.. you’re doing so well..”

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[sun-kissy]

espresso | j.p

james potter x sunshine!reader

summary: james sees you at a cafe, and is enamoured by your brightness. you pay for his drink, and he can't help falling in love.

cw: fluff

James Potter could count the number of times he’d been told he was bright with both hands – what a ray of sunshine he was, how he lit up the room with his smile – and he still wouldn’t have enough fingers. 

But one look at you made him question every such compliment he’d been given. If he was sunshine, you were the whole goddamn sun. 

So close, yet so far; you stood just a few feet in front of him in the queue to the café counter. And he was lying if he said he wasn’t already enamoured.

James thought the word pretty must’ve been made to describe you, all soft curves, sweet smiles, daisies in your braid and little white dress. You were laughing brightly, phone clutched to your ear. He felt a small pang of envy for not being the one to elicit it. 

But he felt lucky to even be able to see you like this — in all your beauty and light and gentleness. It wasn’t even winter, and he’d gotten so close to warmth. What a great day.

You step forward for your turn, and James shamelessly gazes at you. He sees you beam at the barista and order your drink, before jerking your thumb backwards. He steps forward curiously.

“... yeah, I’d like to pay for the person behind me, if that’s okay,” you smile and nod. 

His heart does a little somersault in his chest, and he feels the affection pool like honey in his throat. So you didn’t just look the part, you really were sweetness personified.

James steps up to order next, clearing his throat. You’re stood beside him, patiently waiting for your drink as you type away on your phone. Maybe this is his chance.

He clears his throat and looks at the barista. “Hi.” Loud. Too loud. “Um… I’d like to get an espresso, please.”

“Okay, anything else? Your drink’s been paid for by the person in front of you.”

“Oh, wow,” he tries to look surprised, nervous fingers going to rub the nape of his neck. “Wow, that’s… that’s really nice. Um, I’d like to pay for the person behind me too,” he says slightly louder than he would’ve. 

You hear, just like James wanted you to, and turn to give him a small smile. He feels like doing a victory lap around the block.

That’s until a confused Sirius pokes his head out from behind James, giving him a strange look. “Prongs, weren’t you gonna pay for me anyway?”

James internally smacks his palm to his forehead. Instead, he turns to glare at Sirius, hoping it conveys everything he wants it to. Sirius just blinks.

He sighs and turns back to the barista embarrassedly, hoping you hadn’t noticed.

He’s about to open his mouth to wave it off when he hears you giggle, and swivels to look at you. It’s like everything in him instantly softens, seeing the sparkle in your eyes and the bashful way you press your hand to your mouth. You’re looking at him like he just said something really funny. He thinks maybe he’d be the butt of every joke if it meant getting to see that smile.

James mindlessly pays for his drink before eagerly stepping towards you. His heart feels like it’s going to start doing jumping jacks, or maybe he might, to get rid of this insane amount of anxiety. “Hi.” He hopes he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels.

“Hi,” you smile sweetly, slurping on your drink.

“You owe me one,” he blurts out.

“Huh?”

God, now he’s really messed up. “No, no, I meant –” he runs his hand through his hair, “– I owe you one. For, you know, the coffee?”

“Oh,” you laugh softly, easing up a little. He releases the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “No, you don’t. That was the whole point of it.”

“Let me take you out.”

He almost lets out a squeak after having said that, immediately pressing his palm to his mouth like he’d just revealed a national secret. What was wrong with him? He watches your reaction carefully.

You smile, and turn the loveliest shade of pink he’s ever seen. “You don’t even know me.”

“I want to know you.”

His tongue seemed to be speaking of its own accord. Maybe he’d give it a tongue-lashing later, but for now, he’d let it get him a date.

You consider him for a while, smile widening slightly. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” he exhales with a grin, running his fingers through his curls again. “Okay, sunshine. I’m James.”

You blush at the term of endearment. “Hi, James. I’m Y/n.”

“Hi,” he mumbles. “Hi, Y/n.”

You both stare shyly at each other for a moment, like you’re taking the other in. Getting to know them, even though you weren’t, really. Maybe that’s how it had always been; the sun knew of its sunshine even though it couldn’t see the rays itself.

You clear your throat bashfully. “I have to go.”

“Oh, um – okay, wait –” James scrambles in his pocket for his phone before holding it out to you. “Your number?”

Your face lights up as you take it and type your number in. You hand it back to him. “Does tomorrow work?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yup, tomorrow works. Same place?”

“Same place.”

“Okay, then,” he exhales, unable to stop the smile on his lips. “Bye, sunshine.”

“Bye,” you grin shyly and wave, pressing your straw to your lips as you turn around to leave.

A daisy falls out of your hair, landing softly on the wooden tiles. James picks it up and tucks it into the shirt pocket next to his heart.

[lavenderfilledcoffin]

azure x reader | sweet jewel

cw: smut—azure fucks you with his tentacle

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Naturally, being unable to be entirely alone would be enough to drive you insane.

You didn't have the time or privacy to give yourself the release you so desperately needed, it drove you absolutely mad.

You could never ask the other survivors for help, not even out of embarrassment, because you were dating Azure. A killer.

Being a killer... Did he even have genitalia after his… transformation? Then again, those tentacles of his... The mere thought of those thick, slithering appendages inside of you made you shiver.

God, you need to see him.

As soon as you got up from your bed, startling your roommate, Elliot, you were placed into a round.

Already, the distant sounds of screaming echoed throughout the air. Poor soul.

You hid behind a wall and leaned to the side ever so slightly, peeking your head out.

Squinting, you saw a thick black tentacle lunge forward and wrap around someone whose head was obscured—unmistakably Elliot with that bright red uniform.

Elliot was lifted up as if he weighed nothing, and despite your undying love for Azure, it still made you shake with how he tore Elliot's body into two.

Azure...

A familiar heat built up in your body, causing your cheeks and chest to burn. You would have felt disgusted had your thought process not been clouded by arousal, but those tentacles... Fuck, you wanted them deep inside of you.

Against your better judgement, you decided to sit in a corner and hide. Azure would save you for last and let you survive, anyway.

Covering your ears with your palms, you curl up into a tight ball—attempting to drown out the screams of agony from your so called 'friends'.

Then suddenly, it all stopped. Everything went quiet as the breeze was blocked by something. Or, more specifically, someone.

You look up and remove your hands, letting them fall limply at your sides as you look up into the striking eyes of your significant other.

"What's this?" His low, slightly garbled, voice softly asked. He sat down beside you, wrapping a tentacle around your waist while his actual arm wrapped around your shoulder—pulling you close.

"Nothing, honestly." You mumbled, earning yourself a light scoff from Azure.

"If it's really nothing, why are you in the corner like a child in timeout?" His comment made you chuckle, something that made his cold, dead heart flutter in his chest.

"Well, I was waiting for you." You say while titling your head up to the side to look up at him, noticing the small smile on his lips.

"Oh? That's precious, hehe." His hand slip up from your shoulder to gently pet your head as if you were some domestic animal, it felt... nice.

"Actually, um, I wanted to... talk about something."

"What is it?"

"I'm a bit... pent up?" You sighed out of embarrassment, instinctively averting your gaze—your face burning far too hot for your liking.

Azure only chuckled, sliding his hand down to the back of your head. "You should've said something sooner."

One of his tentacles slid from behind him, brushing against your jawline and titling your head to look up at him.

You were about to say something, but it was quickly cut off by Azure leaning in and kissing you.

It wasn't like one of the sweet, gentle kisses you two shared—no—this was something of pure, hungry desire.

His tongue quickly slipped past your lips, brushing against your own as he practically claimed you.

His fingers curled in your hair, tugging just enough for you to feel a tingling sensation—causing you to let out a muffled groan against his lips.

Azure broke the kiss, quickly trailing more across your jaw and neck. “Fuck, Azure, please…”

“Please, what?” He murmured against your neck, his tongue trailing across a particularly sensitive spot that sent shivers down your spine.

“Please, don’t tease me. I can’t wait…” Was all you could muster, to which Azure chuckled against your neck.

He stood up, his tentacles moving to hook under your arms and pull you up—his hands already making quick work of your clothing.

Within the blink of an eye, you were standing nude in front of Azure. The cool air didn’t help one bit, nor did your arousal slowly trickling down your inner thighs.

Azure scooped you up into his arms, his hands holding you up by the back of your thighs while his tentacles emerged from behind him.

“So wet, so… cute.” He lowly whispered, resting his chin atop your head.

One tentacle slithered up and ran along your drooling slit, catching on your clit—making you whine.

Azure gently rubbed small circles onto your thighs, slowly pushing past your entrance.

The burning sensation of being stretched, of finally being filled was enough to almost make you climax right then and there.

Your walls instinctively tightened around his thick tentacle, earning a small hiss from him.

“Sweet jewel…” He groaned, nuzzling his face into your hair—deeply inhaling your scent as his tentacle began moving.

It dragged deliciously inside of you, curling and filling you so full. Tears began to well up in your eyes from how heavenly it felt, even with the slight pain of his girth stretching you open.

Azure’s eyes remained closed as his tentacle fucked into you faster, the obscene sound of your sopping wet cunt being split open mixed with your cries of pleasure filled his ears. “You sound so pretty, fuck…”

His sharp nails dug into your thighs, ceasing the gentle action of his rubbing as he lost himself in you.

In, and out. In, and out. Your mind was fuzzy, drool seeped out of the corner of your lips, and your g-spot was relentlessly rammed into.

Your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, nails digging into the back of his shoulders—your subconscious desperate for closeness while you were fucked stupid—your body pressed tightly against his.

Azure could feel every small flutter of your walls, every twitch of your body, every single heartbeat against his chest.

Fuck, he was going insane.

His arms wrapped tightly around your waist, crushing your body against his own, “Cum.”

That single word growled in that tone drove you right off of the edge.

With a sharp cry, your vision went blank.

Azure’s tentacle kept ramming into you even as your juices gushed out around the sides of the thick appendage, making a lewd squelching sound.

Your entire body shuddered against his while your clit throbbed and your cries escalated.

Only then did he slow down, remaining nestled inside of you as one of his hands gently ran along your back.

“There, there, sweet jewel. I’ve got you.” He murmured, peppering your face and jaw in gentle kisses.

As your body went limp in his arms, Azure smiled, content to hold you close until you eventually woke up.

Azure was utterly in love with you.

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genuinely wanted to scrap this oh my goooooddd i hate it

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pent Up 3

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: you seek validation through online correspondence with incarcerated men, only for one to lock you down in turn.

Characters: convict/excon!Thor (silverfox)

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"I just need to work on this. About an hour before it's ready," Jensen closes up the laptop and tucks it under his arm. You lurch up. 

"Why don't you stay out here?" You ask. 

"You're fine. I gotta find the accessories," he insists. "Uh, thanks, Thor. You can come back in a bit. It'll be waiting." 

"Certainly," the large blond agrees. "I might browse a while. Oh, and I saw a cafe across the way." 

"It's not too bad. She loves it," Jensen points at you with his thumb. "Anyway, better get to it." 

He slinks away and you turn back to your computer. What a bum. Leaving you alone with a giant. 

You flutter your fingers over your keyboard and pretend to be focused. How can you with him standing right there? The tension is enough to peel your skin off. 

"My diamond in the rough," he purrs, "I've looked all over for you." 

You blink and hesitate. You still your hands and peek up at him. "Are you talking to me?" 

He chuckles, "of course, I am, my queen." 

"Um, do... I know you?" 

His smile lines deepen and he angles his chin coyly, "you are rather cute, but I've waited far too long for games." 

You shiver, "I don't know what you mean." You gulp, your throat locking up. 

"sparklingdiamond@gmail," he says. "That's you." 

You shake your head, "that's a cute email but it's not mine." His smile falls and he steps closer, his large hands on the edge of the counter. You shrink down on the stool. You shrug. "Sounds like maybe you got catfished. That's... not cool. And they used my name? Weird." 

He exhales and leans in slowly, "Queens don't lie." 

You give a sheepish smile, "huh?" 

His eyes set and his jaw squares, "you blocked me." 

"I said that wasn't me--" 

"Cease your lying. It is not true," he sneers. "My queen, I forgive you. I do. I know, it is scary. Our love is so strong and you are young. It is much to balance but together, we will figure it out." 

You crumble. You're not good at lying. Not in real life. Only online. And that's what you did. You didn't mean any of the things you said to him. You said them to half a dozen other guys. Yet, you can't say that to his face. Look at him. 

Your eyes water and your lip trembles. You don't know what to do. You can't breathe or think. 

"My queen, please, do not cry," he reaches for you and you squeal. He grabs your shoulders and hushes you, "please, I cannot bear the sight of your tears." 

"Thor," you babble, "please. I can't--" 

"Why not?" He cooes, "do you not love me?" 

He squeezes and your tears evaporate. He's so strong and big and... a criminal. Oh god. 

"I'm not ready. I'm too young. Like you said. I... I... I'm living at my parents. Didn't I say? They'd never approve so we can't be together." 

"You will leave. Come with me and I will find you the perfect castle. My queen..." 

You shiver and pout, "no, Thor, I can't do that." 

"Why not? This is what you always wanted. You wrote it in your emails." 

His desperation roils from his grizzly timbre. Your chest racks and your nerves stir. You open and close your mouth dumbly. 

"Well, um, you..." you force out your breath. "You would have to wait. Um, right. Wait for me. A little longer?" 

He stares at you. His eyes are a gentle shade of blue, much softer than the rest of him. His hair is mostly down, with some of the front drawn back into a thick braid, the silver shanks shining between the gold. He has much more gray than even your stepdad. 

"Wait?" He rubs his thumbs against your shoulders. He might lift you right over the counter if he wished too. "I hate to do more of that, but for you, I would do anything." 

You swallow and let out a willowy breath. You move stiffly and brush your hands down his forearms. You ease his grip from your shoulders. 

"I'm working though so you can't touch me," you let him go. He nods and his mouth turns down to a mope. 

"Forgive me. I would not think to spoil it," he wrings his large hands. "But now I will have my own computer and we can talk. Though, we will be together in the flesh and mightn't need it so much." 

You nod, choked speechless by his insinuation. 

"When are you done, my queen?" He spreads one hand over his stomach and hooks his other thumb in the loop of his jeans. 

"In two hours," you answer. 

"Two hours. My new device will be ready by then. I will return and you will come to the coffee shop across the street. I would like to buy you your favourite treat," he grins. "A cinnamon bun." 

You fight to keep from babbling. Why did you send him that picture? Why did you call him? This is all a mess and worse, you made it! 

The world dissolves around you. Your ears ring and your mouth turns pasty. You cough and hide your shaking hands. 

"Sure," you croak. "But I should keep working." 

"Yes, my queen," he booms. "I shall wait on your grace." 

He blows you a kiss and your eyes zero back to reality. You sway on the stool and watch him stroll out, whistling with a bounce in his step. You stare after him, your brain fuzzy as if you've been slapped across the face. 

💗

"How about you go ahead, Jensen? I'll lock up today," you offer as you close up your laptop. 

"You sure?" 

"Why not? Maybe if you get started early, you won't be up all night with your Playstation," you kid, though you struggle to summon a laugh. 

“You might be right,” he grumbles.  

You try not to fidget as he packs up. You check the windows for any sign of Thor. You really don’t know how to explain leaving with him, so it’s better there are no witnesses. 

“Alright, see ya,” Jensen hikes up his knapsack, most of it covered in various pins and patches; from Pokemon to Halo. 

“Yep, see ya,” you rock on the stool impatiently. 

When he’s gone, you exhale deeply but find no relief. You close your laptop and slip it into your bag. There’s no point trying. You can’t concentrate. 

Instead, you go through the closing list. At least that way, you’re moving around. Just as you lock the till, the door opens. Thor’s voice rolls like thunder across the shop. 

“My queen,” he booms hopefully.  

You smile at him sheepishly. It’s strange, for as big and terrifying as he is, there’s something very puppy dog about him. It’s horrifyingly deceiving. 

“Almost done,” you assure him as you turn and grab the zip up laptop case with the short handles. “Here’s your computer.” 

You bring it to the counter as he approaches. You slide it over and he narrows his eyes, “did you forget... our date?” 

“No, just, don’t want you to forget it,” you assure him. “I’ll grab my things.” 

You put your bag up on the counter and take the keys off the hook under the till. Thor grabs your things before you can retrieve them. He beams as you melt beneath his constant gaze. 

“A king never lets his queen carry such a burden,” he assures, both bags in his hand. 

“Right, I need to the alarm and lock the door,” you explain. 

“Ah, yes, I should not like to be caught with a tripped alarm,” he chuckles. 

He holds the door for you from the outside. You quickly key in the cod and step onto the pavement. He shuts it and your lock up. You tuck the keys into your crossbody purse. You look at the front of his flannel but can’t make the climb up to his face. 

“Let us go enjoy our treats,” he offers his arm. 

You gulp and reluctantly slip your hand into the crook of his elbow. He takes you toward the curb and check the traffic. He guides you across. A man like him doesn’t need all his strength, just the sight of him is enough to bend you to his will. 

Your pulse races and thrums through your skull. There is no escape but your heart keeps clutching with hope. All you can do is hope that he doesn’t hurt you. No, you can make sure he doesn’t. By playing along. 

You enter the cafe. It feels like everyone is staring at you but that’s just paranoia buzzing in your ears. No one cares. Even if they did notice the much older, much bigger man and the terrified looking girl with too many curves. There’s all sorts in this world. 

“Let me serve you, my queen,” he guides you to a table first, “you will sit and ease yourself after a long day.” 

Aimless, you sit. You turn and clasp your hands over the table, staring at the wood. You sniff, “thank you.” 

“Anything you please,” he bends and kisses your head. You quiver. “Now, what should you like with your bun?” 

“Erm.... just...” you blink and shrug. You can’t handle any caffeine. You’re already jittering. “The, uh, blackberry cream.” 

“Hm, sounds rather intriguing, you shall have it,” he proclaims. 

He strides away and you shudder. You turn your face out the window. Your purse vibrates. You blindly unzip it and slide out your phone. You cradle it but don’t check the message. 

Heck. What did you do? Why couldn’t you just seek validation through fanfiction or fantasy shows? Why did you have to do something so friggin real? 

Panic swelters over you and has you squirming. You set your phone down and twiddle your fingers over the screen. You take a sharp breath and blow it out slow. 

“My queen,” Thor appears. He places a plate before you with a gooey bun and a cup with a purplish concoction. You smile and mouth a thank you. Your voice is gone. “A moment.” 

He holds up his finger and flees again. Not for long as he returns with his own bun and a small espresso cup, made smaller by his sheer size. You make yourself sit straight as you feel yourself growing faint. 

“Apologies, I do hate to keep you waiting,” he sits, dwarfing the chair beneath him. You didn’t know they made men in that size. 

You shake your head, “it’s... alright.” 

“You are so gracious, my queen,” he praises. “Please, enjoy.” 

You look down at the bun. You slide your phone away and pinch the outer ring of the bun. You peel it away, the smell of cinnamon turning bitter in your nose. You bite into it and nearly gag. The sweetness is soured by your reality. 

“Good,” you cover your mouth as you chew. 

“Delicious,” he purrs then leans in, “though I dare say not so delicious as you.” 

Your eyes widen and meet his. He smirks and his cheeks tinge red above his beard.

“Forgive me. I was locked away so long and only thoughts of my beloved saved me.” He leans back and licks icing off his knuckle, holding your gaze. You can’t decide if he’s just messy or something else. “And now I have a reason to stay out.” 

“Right...” you grab your drink to drown your whimper. Your brain is in overdrive yet it’s glitching. You can barely think. 

The phone vibrates and his eyes flick down. You follow his attention to your phone. ‘Missed messages; Andy’. Shoot. 

Thor huffs and shifts, “Andy...” he drawls. “Another man?” 

You flinch and shake your head, realising his suspicion. You wipe your fingers on a napkin, “my stepdad. That’s all.” 

“Yes, I... yes, it makes sense,” he accepts crisply. “For you told me you never... had another.” 

“I said that,” you squeak. “Yeah, uh, well, I haven’t so...” 

You tremble and stuff more bun into your mouth to keep from falling apart. He looks at you again and smiles, his face lining with the years between you. He leans in once more, “but I can be gentle, my queen. And Patient. As I have been.” 

[reidmarieprentiss]

Home with Migraines

Summary: Spencer snaps at Y/N while having one of his migraines.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Category: angst, hurt//comfort, fluff

Warnings/Includes: yelling, childhood trauma, crying, being afraid of partner

Word count: 2.2k

a/n: i'm an angsty girl what's new :)) can be read alone but it is a blurb from Finding Home Again !!

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Y/N had been chatting animatedly about her day as she walked into the apartment, her keys and bag clattering onto the table. Spencer was sitting on the couch, his head in his hands, trying to focus on anything but the throbbing pain in his skull. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt her, hadn’t wanted to dampen her enthusiasm, but the relentless pounding in his head was making it impossible to concentrate on anything she was saying.

“I stopped by that new café on the corner,” Y/N was saying as she hung up her coat. “You know, the one we’ve been meaning to check out? Anyway, I got us those croissants you like, and—”

She paused for a moment to head to the restroom, and Spencer used the brief silence to take a deep breath, trying to steady himself. But when she came back out, her voice filling the room again, it was like nails on a chalkboard to his hypersensitive senses.

“—and then I called Billie, and they were telling me about this new project they’re working on, and—”

Y/N continued talking as she walked back into the room, her voice cheerful and full of energy. “—and they were saying it’s going to be this huge collaboration with all these amazing artists, and I thought, ‘Wow, this sounds right up your alley, Spence!’ Oh, and I ran into Mrs. Thompson from downstairs—she asked about you, by the way. I told her you’ve been super busy with work, but maybe we could bring her some of those croissants later, she always seems so lonely…”

Spencer squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sound, but it only seemed to grow louder, more insistent, with every word she spoke. His head felt like it was going to split open, the pressure behind his eyes unbearable.

“—and then I thought, maybe this weekend we could check out that new bookstore downtown? I heard they have a whole section on rare first editions, and I know how much you love—”

“God!” Spencer suddenly exploded, his voice sharp and filled with a frustration that had been building up all day. “Can you just shut up, please!”

The words echoed in the room, stark and heavy. Y/N immediately stopped mid-sentence, her eyes widening in shock. She hadn’t seen this coming, hadn’t noticed how tense Spencer had been sitting there.

“...what?” she asked, her voice small, her lip trembling as she tried to process his outburst.

“Stop. Talking. Please. It’s like nails on a chalkboard,” Spencer bit out, the pain in his head making his tone harsher than he intended.

Y/N’s heart sank at his words, and she felt a sting of tears welling up in her eyes. “Oh—okay,” she managed to say, her voice breaking slightly. She turned quickly, her breath hitching as she tried to hold back the tears, and hurried back to their bedroom.

Once inside, she shut the door behind her, the sound of the lock clicking into place echoing in the silence. She pressed her back against the door, feeling the weight of the situation crashing down on her. Finally, she couldn’t hold it in any longer, and she threw herself onto the bed, burying her face in the pillows as the tears came. 

She cried quietly, her shoulders shaking with each sob as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Y/N didn’t know what she did wrong; Spencer usually let her yap about her day for as long as she liked when she came home. He had never once snapped at her, for any reason at all. The unexpected harshness of his words replayed in her mind, each time cutting deeper, leaving her feeling confused and hurt. What had she done to deserve that? 

She tried to rationalize it, telling herself that maybe he’d had a particularly rough day at work, or maybe something else was bothering him. But no matter how she tried to spin it, the hurt wouldn’t go away. All she had wanted to do was share her day with him, and now she was left feeling as though she had done something wrong, something to push him away.

Spencer, on the other hand, was just glad for some peace and quiet, unaware of the storm he had unknowingly unleashed. The silence in the apartment was a welcome relief to his pounding head. He leaned back on the couch, finally able to close his eyes without the constant barrage of noise that had been aggravating his migraine. In his haze of pain, he didn’t realize that the quiet had come at the expense of his fiancée’s feelings.

He hadn’t meant to hurt her, hadn’t even considered how his words might have affected her. All he knew was that the pain in his head was blinding, and he needed silence. As he sat there, trying to will the migraine away, it never occurred to him that Y/N was in the next room, crying her heart out over the way he had spoken to her.

—

Spencer eventually fell asleep on the couch, the tension in his body slowly unwinding as the pain in his head dulled with the quiet. Y/N noticed the apartment had grown silent, and after a while, she carefully opened the bedroom door, hesitating as she listened for any sounds. Hearing none, she snuck out of the room, scared to upset him again by making too much noise. 

When she saw that he was asleep on the couch, she let out a small breath of relief. Y/N tiptoed into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water and a quick snack to substitute for dinner. She still felt too upset to eat a full meal, her appetite dulled by the earlier confrontation.

As she closed the fridge quietly, trying not to make any noise, Spencer stirred on the couch, waking up groggily. “Babe?” he called out, his voice thick with sleep.

Y/N nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound of his voice, her heart racing as she froze in place, terrified that she had woken him up and that he might yell at her again. “Sorry, Spencer,” she whispered quickly, trying to keep her voice low. “I promise I was trying to be quiet. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“What? No, it’s okay, Y/N,” Spencer said, sitting up slowly, still disoriented from sleep. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. My head just hurt so bad.”

Y/N hesitated, her voice small and uncertain as she asked, “Is… is that why you yelled at me?”

Spencer blinked, the realization dawning on him like a cold splash of water. “Yelled at you… oh—oh my god, babe, Y/N, I am so sorry,” he said, his voice filled with guilt and regret. “I didn’t mean to upset you. My head… you were just talking so much, and it felt like my brain was going to explode.”

Y/N looked down, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the counter. “I didn’t realize my talking hurt your head so much,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with fresh tears.

Spencer stood up, quickly closing the distance between them. He gently cupped her face in his hands, tilting her chin up so she would look at him. “I’m so sorry,” he repeated softly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped down her cheek. “I never meant to hurt you. I just… I wasn’t thinking straight. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Y/N flinched when Spencer touched her, an instinctive reaction that sent a jolt of pain through him. She had never done that before. His heart broke, and he immediately pulled his hands back, taking a step away from her, his expression filled with concern and guilt.

Y/N looked down at the ground, her mind racing as she tried to find the right words. She hadn’t meant to react that way, but the hurt and fear she’d felt earlier had lingered, and now she knew she had to explain it to him. 

Spencer watched her, his chest tightening with worry. “We need to talk more about this, don’t we?” he asked softly, his voice laced with regret.

Y/N nodded slowly, still avoiding his gaze. “Yeah,” she whispered, moving towards the couch, knowing that they needed to clear the air, even though the conversation ahead felt daunting.

Spencer followed her, sitting down beside her but keeping a respectful distance, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. He waited for her to start, his heart heavy with the realization of how much he had hurt her. 

Y/N took a deep breath, finally lifting her eyes to meet his. “I’m not used to you being like that,” she began, her voice trembling slightly. “You’ve never yelled at me before, and when you did… it just… it scared me. It… um, it reminded me of when my parents would yell. I don’t like to talk about it, really. But I just—I was afraid of you.”

Spencer’s heart sank, the weight of her words hitting him like a ton of bricks. He had never imagined he could make her feel that way, and the thought of her being afraid of him, even for a moment, was unbearable.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “I’m so sorry. I never want you to feel afraid of me. I didn’t realize… I didn’t think… God, I’m so sorry.”

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I know you didn’t mean it, Spencer. But it brought up memories I thought I’d buried. I just… I can’t handle being yelled at. It makes me feel small, like I’m a kid all over again, and I just… I was afraid.”

Spencer moved closer, carefully reaching out to take her hands in his. “You never have to be afraid of me,” he said, his voice filled with emotion. “I love you more than anything, and I hate that I made you feel that way. I promise I’ll never do that again. I’ll be more mindful, I swear.”

Y/N squeezed his hands, feeling a sense of relief as she looked into his eyes and saw the sincerity there. “I know you will,” she whispered, her voice softening. “I just needed to tell you how it made me feel. I don’t want to hold it in and let it fester.”

Spencer nodded, his heart aching with the need to make things right. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, his voice steady but full of emotion. “We’ll work through this together, okay? I’m here for you, and I want you to feel safe with me.”

“I do,” Y/N replied, her voice filled with a mix of relief and affection. “I just needed to get past that moment. I know you’re not like them, Spencer. I know you’d never hurt me.”

Spencer pulled her into a gentle hug, holding her close as he whispered, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered back, resting her head against his chest as they held each other.

“I need to tell you something too,” Spencer said, his voice tentative.

Y/N looked at him, concern etched on her face. “Okay.”

“I’ve been getting pretty severe migraines recently… usually they happen when I’m at work. That was the first one you’ve witnessed.”

Y/N’s expression softened, her worry deepening. “Oh, Spence. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Spencer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t want to worry you. I thought I could handle it, that it wasn’t a big deal. But clearly, I was wrong. I should’ve told you.”

Y/N reached out, gently placing her hand on his arm. “You don’t have to handle everything on your own, Spencer. We’re in this together, remember? I want to be there for you, especially when things get tough.”

“I know,” Spencer said, his voice filled with regret. “I just didn’t want to burden you with something else. But I see now that keeping it from you only made things worse.”

“You’re never a burden,” Y/N replied firmly, her eyes locking onto his. “I want to know when something’s wrong, so I can help. I care about you, Spence. That means all of you, even the hard stuff.”

Spencer felt a wave of emotion wash over him, grateful for her understanding and support. “Thank you, Y/N. I promise I’ll be more open with you from now on. I don’t want to keep things from you, especially something like this.”

“I’m here for you,” Y/N said, giving his arm a reassuring squeeze. “We’ll figure this out together. If these migraines are becoming a problem, we’ll find a way to manage them.”

Spencer nodded, feeling a sense of relief and comfort in her words. “I’m lucky to have you,” he whispered, his heart full of gratitude.

“And I’m lucky to have you too,” Y/N replied, leaning in to give him a gentle kiss. “We’ll take care of each other, okay?”

“Okay,” Spencer agreed, his voice steadying. “Together.”

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

talk to me

words: 800

warnings: addiction, breaking sobriety, drinking/doing drugs, established relationship

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you can tell from the moment you pick up the phone that something is wrong. rafe’s breathing is so loud that it’s being picked up, coming through your phone speaker.

“rafe, baby?” you ask, but all you here is his panting in response.

“rafe, talk to me. what’s wrong?”

“i’m sorry.” rafes voice is gruff, it sounds like he’s been screaming. 

“sorry? sorry for what rafe? tell me whats wrong.” you plead, feeling tears form in your eyes. you hate being away from rafe, you know that he hates it even more than you, especially now that he’s sober. he used to just get drunk or high the entire time until you were back, but you hated coming back to a strung out rafe, and you knew it wasn’t healthy.

“i’ve been drinking.” rafe says, and you hear the slight slur in his words.

“rafe-” you stand up, already beginning to pack. you don’t need to hear anything else. you know drinking isn’t the worst thing, but for rafe, the drinking will only ever lead to drugs, and he’s been clean for so long “i’m coming home baby. where are you?”

“our house.” he says, and you hear him fumbling with something in the background, and then a crash. it sounds like glass breaking.

“rafey baby, can you go lay down in bed, yeah?” you ask, grabbing your purse and suitcase. you’d text your girlfriends from the car on the way back home to rafe. you thought that he was good enough for you to go on a spa weekend away with the girls. you made sure it was one that was less than an hour away that way you could get home quickly.

“i’m gonna go sit outside.” “okay, i’m heading to the car right now.” you were supposed to head home in the morning anyways, so you have no issue leaving the night before, knowing your girlfriends won’t mind.

“talk to me.” you say as you get in your car, starting it up. “talk to me, rafey.” “i went to the store. i bought whiskey. i fucked up baby, i know that.” “it’s okay, honey.” you swing your car onto the highway, glad that theres no cars so you can speed, praying no cops are sitting hidden.

“and now i’m making you come home because i can’t fucking do it. god, i’m the worst boyfriend.” “not at all, rafey. you make me feel so loved. you take care of me. that’s what you’re meant to do as my boyfriend and that’s what i’m doing for you as your girlfriend. i’m taking care of you.” “i’m so tired.” rafe says. “i just want to do a bump.” “rafe, keep talking.” you say, tears blurring your vision. “i’m coming home to you right now, stay strong for me okay.”

you get rafe to continue talking as you drive home, going at least 20 miles over the speed limit the entire way. you haphazardly park when you get back home, running through the house to find rafe on the balcony. 

“i’m home.” you kneel down in front of him, heart breaking at how spaced out he looks. “i’m home, rafe.” rafe lets out a choked sob, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pitching forward. you shush him gently as he cries, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

“lets go to bed, yeah?” you ask after a moment.

“i hate myself.” rafe mumbles, but accepts your help standing up. you guide him inside, not even worried about shutting the doors behind you, just focused on getting him upstairs and in bed.

“you have to break up with me.” rafe says, feet slowly shuffling down the hallway. “im going to ruin your life-” you ignore his words, blocking out whatever he was saying as you steer him into your bedroom.

“rafe, stop please.” you cut him off from continuing to speak. “i’m not going anywhere. we can talk in the morning when you have a clearer head, okay?”

rafe nods, leaning forward and pressing his lips to your forehead. “i’m so glad you’re home.” “me too.” you press your face into his chest before pulling away to tug the blankets down, watching as rafe flops down, his head immediately lolling to the side. you sit down on the bed, stroking over his hair as you watch for his breathing to change, only standing up when you are sure that he is asleep.

you gather everything on your bedside table that rafe will need in the morning, finishing it off with a tall glass of water. you’ve learned from his previous binges what he needs, you’re just relieved all he did this time was drink.

you finally get to climb into bed, sighing deeply as your head hits the pillow. you move closer to rafe until your body is pressed up against his.

rafe mumbles something you can’t make out and turns, resting his head against your chest. you smile and wrap your arms around him, holding him close, knowing this is what he needs at this moment.

“i love you.” rafe whispers.

“i love you too.” you press a kiss to the top of his head. “i love you and i’m gonna be here for you no matter what, don’t you forget that.”

[sturniololuvz]

haha it would be so okay if you did freaky stuff. anyway for now do you think you could do a fic where y/n their sister is kinda in a bad mood because of her period and the triplets keep like joking and messing with her until they realize why shes so mad and they apologize. also thanks for being so active you're the best

lol! okayy!

“Oh… That Makes Sense”

Sturniolos x sister

Y/N had been in a terrible mood all day. Everything annoyed her—the way Nick kept tapping his fingers on the table, the way Matt chewed too loudly, and especially the way Chris wouldn’t stop throwing random objects at her just to get a reaction.

She sat on the couch, arms crossed, eyes glued to her phone, trying to block out the sound of her brothers goofing off in the kitchen. They were being extra obnoxious today, and she had zero patience for it.

“Yo, Y/N, catch!” Chris suddenly called, tossing a balled-up sock at her head.

She barely flinched, just turned to glare at him. “Chris, I swear to God—”

“Woahhh, relax,” he laughed. “Why you so grumpy today?”

“Maybe she didn’t get enough sleep,” Matt suggested, smirking.

“Or maybe she forgot to eat,” Nick added. “You get all cranky when you’re hungry.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and groaned. “Oh my God, can you three just shut up for like five seconds? You are so annoying.”

“Damn,” Chris muttered, exchanging looks with Matt and Nick. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Y/N had reached her breaking point. “I AM ON MY PERIOD, OKAY?!” she shouted, standing up.

The room went dead silent. The triplets all stared at her, eyes wide like deer caught in headlights.

“Oh,” Nick finally said, blinking.

Chris slowly nodded. “That… makes sense.”

Matt winced. “Yeah, okay, that explains a lot.”

Y/N let out a frustrated sigh and flopped back onto the couch, rubbing her temples. “You guys have been annoying me all day, and I already feel like crap. Just leave me alone for five minutes, please.”

There was another beat of silence before the triplets suddenly scrambled into action.

“Do you want a heating pad?” Nick asked. “I think Mom has one in the bathroom.”

Chris nodded. “Or chocolate. We have chocolate, right? Matt, go get some.”

“Right, right! And do you need pain meds? I can grab those too,” Matt offered.

Y/N blinked, a little taken aback by their sudden shift in attitude. She sighed but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips. “Okay… that would actually be nice.”

Within minutes, she was wrapped in a blanket, heating pad on her stomach, chocolate in one hand, and water in the other.

Chris sat beside her, looking sheepish. “Sorry for messing with you earlier.”

“Yeah,” Nick added. “We didn’t know.”

Matt ruffled her hair lightly. “We still love you, even when you’re scary.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but laughed. “Yeah, yeah, I love you idiots too.”

[oh-no-its-bird]

Look all I'm saying is that if I were going to make a minecraft movie.

Well, first off I'd put down the first person to even reccomend we do it in cgi. Not just because it looks objectively terrible and half of the magic and nostalgia factor of minecraft is in its texture but holy shit budget much??? You are literally looking at a situation where the cheaper option is also objectively the better option. What the fuck are you doing

But I mean, after that.

Second off, all my writers must watch popular smps and minecraft roleplays/let's plays to understand the "magic" of the game. That's how we're studying for this, not the game books or whatever. Those guys are clearly doing smthn right, and as the executive/writer who knows very little about mineraft that I am in this hypothetical scenario, I need to do my best to make money. And that means learning what people like about the game and community.

Maybe even bring on some popular (non controversial please god) smp writers for consulting. They literally make minecraft movies as their fucking job, they are the expert u need to consult

Story wise, you NEED to choose if you wanna play this straight or silly. I'm so sick of movies trying to be all emotional and "ohh this world is so beautiful,, if u could only understand,, woaa" with their epic sound track and dramatic lighting, but then the dialogue being ripped out of a stupid marvel knockoff trying too hard to be witty

Anyways. Give me a generic "kid has a hard life and uses [thing] to escape it but then their parent trashes [thing] to teach them a "lesson"" movie.

The thing is minecraft and this kid is totally in love with letsplays and smps and has a server with their online friends (get a sponsorship from discord for that good good film sponsorship money, have them play while in call)

The mom or dad or maybe both trash the kids computer for some reason (bad grades maybe or one of those shitty "you need to talk to us more!!! That computer is killing ur brain!!! You don't love us as much as you should and it's that damn games fault!!!" But like it's actually just a kid being a normal fucking kid and having normal fucking kid hobbies things and the parents are dicks)

They delete the minecraft world rip

Them boom, kid somehow gets stuck in the game

Switch to NON CGI FILMING IN MINECRAFT. If you really need to add your stupid shitty fucking cgi then at least make it look like an ACTUAL MINECRAFT ANIMATION holy shit

It'll save us so much money too

So main plot is this kid, being trapped in minecraft, actually falling through different minecraft servers.

We can have different cameos from popular smps and youtubers, get some old youtubers and gameplay in here too. Get fucking dantdm and the diamond minecarts og series with the lab thing, it'll make the old fans lose their fucking MINDS.

The youtubers themselves don't even have to show up, just shove the kid into settings that are clear references to smps and letsplays. Have them wander through Aphmau's OG minecraft diaries sets or Sundee's lucky block series

The best part is that as backdrops, you don't even have to fully commit to "you'll only get this/find this interesting if you know these guys" bc if your writing is good enough you can still make people care by just. Introducing it correctly. Don't present it as "Aphmau's old minecraft diaries series world" go "oh wow look st this cool village,, woah I wonder who built this ,," And have them interact with NPCs organically

Meanwhile the parents go into the game after the kid to bring them back and we do this whole world hopping adventure where the parents learn that,, minecraft can be fun? Actually?

They find the kid and the kid is like "nooo I'm having too much fun the real world SUCKS!!!" but then we do that "it's cool to have fun and indulge but you still need to be present in the real world and do real people things too in order to have that fun responsibly" where somehow the kid realizes that moderation is good for u.

Maybe they almost die in game fr fr? Every world they enter has its difficulty upped a little bit till they enter *gasp* a hardcore world (oh no)

So like the kid learns that you can't just lock yourself in the room and wish the world goes away while you play minecraft for 12 hours straight, and the parents learn that minecraft is cool and fun and can be a good outlet and outlets are important for adults and children alike. And also that they totally pulled a dick move and they need to try to understand their kid instead of just demanding the kid understands them

Somewhere along the way, the kid ends up in their friends server and the friends help to pull them out of the game w the parents

We end the movie with the kid making an effort to be more present with the parents, and the parents also making an effort to interact with the kid in ways that they know the kid will enjoy and respond well to— shown a family dinner scene where the kid very eagerly eats their food while talking about school, then they all go to play minecraft together

The end <3

Oh right and if you seriously want Jack Black there so fucking bad then make him either the dad or like. School computer teacher who helps the kid use Minecraft EU to learn science (shows off that some schools use minecraft for education purposes) who also helps the kids friends pull them and the parents out of the game

Overall, lots of themes not just about how the game is cool and can let you do cool shit, but also about how the community is cool, and how it's provided so many kids and adults outlets to express themselves and have fun together

That's how you do a game movie

Anyways yeah, minecraft movie looks shit. Hire me instead next time

[changbinsboiledegg]

Hey can I request some spicy content🫣

When reader is really quiet during sex and/or always tries to be quiet(like covering mouth with hand idk)

Have a nice day!

Sure, hell yeah. Always down for spicy content :) Also, lmao, I'm assuming you meant this for SKZ since I have a lot of stays following me? If not, please let me know if you wanted a different group and I will write one for them ASAP!! Anyways, thank you for your request, lovely. 🫶 (I hope you had a nice day too!)

AFAB! Reader X SKZ.

MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI. MDNI!!!!!!!

Warnings: SMUT. For the most part protected seggs, explicit language, usage of the word 'dick', mentions of rough sex, doggystyle lol, dom! Minho, maybe? idk don't quote me on this, praise, missionary, some fluff, some angst (mostly for Han), fingering, riding, condom usage, making out, tf am I missing? Whatever, y'all know the drill. MDNI.

Note: Some are short, some are long, I literally don't know how that happened. Also, typing 'cock' feels sophisticated and that just isn't me. No hate to 'cock' users. Y'all are some fancy mfs and I respect that. Anyways, if no one told you today, ily. Enjoy. Horny asses.

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Chan

He knew you were just a quiet person during sex. That didn't mean you didn't enjoy it or that he wasn't very good at making you moan.

You just rarely made noises.

Chan usually made up for the quiet with his grunts and groans as he took you in any position you found yourselves in.

You panted as you felt yourself close to cumming. Chan knew by now, as soon as he heard your breathing get heavier, you were close.

“Cum for me.” He whispered in your ear as his pace picked up. The most noise you made— and usually make, are the whimpers following your release.

“Fuck.” You breathed out as you came down. Chan just smiled down at you underneath him. Although you were quiet, when you made any sort of noise, he loved it no matter how small.

Lee Know

Minho pounded into you from behind with one goal in mind; making you scream.

You, however, had your mouth covered to block any sound from leaving your lips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not tonight.” Minho slammed his hips into your roughly and reached for your hands, pinning them behind your back and holding you up himself.

“Min…ho…!” You grit your teeth, still trying to stay quiet at all costs. You just didn't want anyone to hear. Even if they weren't near.

You had always conditioned yourself to being quiet during sex.

“What? Do I feel good? Tell me.” He grunted, unrelenting in his thrusts. You whimpered a little, needing something more to keep in the sounds.

“Tell me.” He now used one hand to pin yours behind your back and slid the other one to your throat but only to bring your head closer to his.

“God!” You whimpered out, shuddering from the pleasure coursing through you. “Fuck!”

Minho smirked, knowing he finally got you to make noise.

Changbin

“Remember baby, if you can make it without covering your mouth, I will reward you.” Changbin reminded you of the challenge you accepted, all while guiding himself deeper inside of you and allowing you to adjust to his length.

“I know.” You chuckled. You felt goosebumps when you felt your walls wrapping around him nicely. Changbin moved his hands from your thighs to your hips as he buried himself inside of you.

As he began thrusting, starting slow and steady to picking up speed as small whines emitted from his mouth, your urge to cover your mouth became stronger and you gripped the edge of the counter you were hoisted onto moments before.

You bit your lip, then your tongue, then threw your head back as you tried anything to keep quiet. You even held your breath before it ultimately ended in you quietly whining.

Changbin’s eyes lit up hearing you, who hardly ever reacted vocally, making a noise. This fueled him to pound inside of you harder as the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

You shuddered, breathing heavily and still trying to remain silent.

“Almost there? You must really want a reward.” Changbin smirked, fucking you harder.

Your hands twitched but you gripped the counter harder— tighter, the familiar knot in your stomach emerging.

You were getting this ‘reward’.

Hyunjin

You weren't very vocal during sex. At first, Hyunjin wondered what he was doing wrong, if he was doing everything right or not in regards to pleasuring you.

You always claimed you just didn't want the others to hear, since you two mainly had sex at the dorms or quickies while the others were nearby.

Hyunjin even tried to be quiet with you, but you always felt so nice wrapped around him that he couldn't help but moan and whine with each thrust he made.

“Gah! Sorry!” Hyunjin apologized, quickly glancing at the door to make sure the door was still locked. You smiled, your breathing heavy, but that was about it.

“You're okay.” You whispered, feeling his dick moving in and out of you. Hyunjin kept going, knowing you were close by the way your walls clenched around him, earning a soft grunt from him and you could feel he was close by the way he twitched inside of you.

“You feel so good.” You whispered, wanting him to know he wasn't doing anything wrong for you to be naturally quiet.

Han

“Fuck!” Jisung groaned loudly, cumming inside of the condom he wore. It was a little after you came, although your only indication was the facial expressions you made and the quiet gasp as your lower body spasmed.

Jisung panted, sitting on his knees between your bare legs. He smiled down at you, but began to feel like he wasn't doing enough. He wanted to hear your moans.

He wanted to know just how much you enjoyed him being inside of you. “Did you actually cum?”

You were taken aback by his question, wondering why his tone had saddened. You sat up, furrowing your eyebrows, “yes? I thought you knew.”

Jisung lightly shrugged, looking down sadly at his lap. You put your hand on his cheek to make him look at you, “come on. What’s wrong?”

“I know you never really make noise, but I was hoping I could… make you moan this time…” He confessed, avoiding your eyes. You chewed your lip before grabbing his hand and bringing it towards your swollen clit.

“You still want to make me moan?” You asked with surprising boldness. Jisung eagerly nodded, glancing at your hand as his fingertips made contact with your clit. Getting the memo, he slowly rubbed circles, earning an involuntary moan from you.

Jisung’s face lit up and he rubbed faster, feeling how wet you had gotten— again. You moaned more and more, needing to cover your mouth as he slid a finger inside of you.

Then another, slowly thrusting them inside of you while caressing the rigid walls inside of you.

“Fuck, Ji… Jisung!” You whimpered as your legs shook. Jisung put a hand on your inner thigh to keep you from closing your legs.

Jisung now understood how to get these sounds he’s been craving out of you and felt confident.

“That’s it, baby.”

Felix

Felix found it kind of endearing how hard you tried to stay quiet. Whether it was covering your mouth or controlling your breathing.

He loved that he could make you feel good with or without your vocal approval.

Felix admired you and lovingly caressed your body as you bounced on his dick, riding him after mentioning how needy you felt.

You didn't moan or groan, or whimper, or whine the way he would, but the fact that you kept wanting more, proved to Felix that it wasn't about how loud he could make you moan.

“You look so lovely, darling.” Felix moved his hands to your thighs, rubbing them and thrusting upwards to meet your hips as they collided with his.

“Thank… you…” you said between pants, rocking your hips faster on his dick. Felix let out a throaty groan and put his hands on your hips to guide you up and down.

“Always so amazing…” He complimented, praising you as you continued to ride him.

Seungmin

Seungmin never asked about it, but he always wondered why you were so quiet during sex.

Not that it bothered him, though. He knew when you would cum as if on cue. He could tell by the way you tried to squeeze your legs together or when you arched your back and gripped the sheets or the wall or something that **helped you ride out your orgasm without making too loud of a sound.

Even as he lets you ride him to relieve the sexual tension that had been rampant between you two during the day, he doesn't mind that you're quiet.

Seungmin grit his teeth, trying to keep quiet as the sound of your heavy breathing filled the empty air.

Your hand suddenly flew to your mouth as you quietly moaned, sinking all the way down on his dick.

“Fuck…” Your whisper was shaky and Seungmin cocked an eyebrow, “couldn't help yourself. Could you?”

You playfully rolled your eyes, lifting your hips up before sinking down his length again.

“It's not my fault.”

I.N

Jeongin was prepared. He brought condoms and made sure it was your place he’d be at, knowing you two wouldn't be bothered.

He knew you'd be quiet no matter what, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to illicit a moan or two out of you.

He started with making out with you, earning quiet moans from you then. But he wanted to hear them when he was inside of you.

He helped undress you as the intensity increased and you helped him.

“Why is it that you always have a condom when you come over?” You asked, breathlessly as he sheathed the rubber over himself.

“Why is it that I always need one when I come over?” He retorts, winking. He laid you down on your couch and slipped inside of your dripping wet hole, filling you up.

As he thrusted in and out of you, the moans he heard during your make out session had dissipated and left him with feeling of confusion.

But that didn't stop him. He continued, going faster, harder, and even gripping your thighs for more firm thrusts as he hit your sweet spot.

You bit your lip, covering your mouth and breathing in and out as you held back the moans threatening to leave. Jeongin felt like he was close to hearing you, but saw you cover your mouth.

He had an idea and pulled your hand away and connected his lips to yours. Though they weren't loud moans, he was still satisfied with how you sounded moaning quietly against his mouth.

[siddyyyyyyyy]

It's All an Act

Actor!AU

Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader

wc: 5 K summary: Actor!Bruce plays as your love interest in your up-coming movie warnings: no y/n used, Bruce acting like a rich kid sometimes, fluff, consumption of alcohol at a party, light harrassment a/n: part two is finally here!!! please ignore how long it took for me to write it, just enjoy this piece of my soul. Enjoy!

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Next day on set felt different. You couldn‘t forget how good he felt against you, how his scent lingered on your clothes after wards and how he shamelessly cock-blocked you. Sure, he has a good reason for it; he wants to make your first time with him special. You appreciate it, you really do, but he could‘ve told you earlier.

At least you both talked about the rest, officially dating and happy. It would have been way better if you could make it public, but with your jobs, you decided on keeping it a secret for the time-being, until some time passes.

But you both don‘t mind, it even feels more thrilling or rather more exciting in that way. Truth be told, it feels like you are in a cheesy romance story. And it‘s the best feeling ever.

Now, you are watching the crew set up the area with cameras, props and mics, making sure everything goes right again while you sip on your coffee. You‘ve barely gotten any sleep anyway after last night, and you really hope Malva won‘t come by and ask for updates. You are unsure what you‘d tell her.

Well, there is no time to panic over things like this and you have to film a more difficult scene today. Which requires stunts, and an angsty scene afterwards, which requires you crying and shouting at him. God, you have a love-hate-relationship with this job.

There is a stunt double of Bruce, actually Andy, that the staff is trying to look more like Bruce with colouring his hair in black and getting him the same clothes he wears for the scene.

You do your best to make sure the few stunts are incredibly safe, working together with the team even though you don‘t understand anything they are talking about, but still make sure they do everything safely.

You panic every time you see Bruce‘s stunt double pratice his falls and jumps, silently letting him do his job and let him focus. Once everything seems to be safe and sound, the action scene starts. Standing by the side, you watch the mission play out smoothly and without any problems. Thank God you didn‘t have enough budget to get explosions in, or else you‘d be worried sick over the planning. The only reason your budget didn‘t fit for some explosions, was because of the cool, high-tech gadget props you bought instead. They are not only cool-looking, but also realistic and mostly useable, if there were real bullets and other things inside.

But just to be sure, you settled on keeping the gadgets unloaded. Just in case something could go wrong.

In all honesty, you expected for Bruce to at least know how to hold a gun the right way. You knew from educating yourself through various videos and posts, so that surprised you. Ignoring the slight surprise, you stay patient beside the stunt choreographer and listen in on the plan of the scene. Shooting it would require some difficulties because of the several cuts and the stunt double, mostly because of the stunt itself.

Andy is going to jump through a window while shooting several enemies inside the room. The coordinator for this scene is trust-worthy and so is the rest of the crew. So, without any further stress, the actors play out their role flawlessly. The camera crew is making sure to capture the action-filled energy of the scene and it seems to work perfectly.

In the end, you worried way too much about it all going wrong in so many ways, that it seems ridiculous to you now. Eventually, after several hours of filming the whole action scene, it‘s time for a bigger break. Bruce looks tired already and you start to feel some kind of guilt for making him do stuff like this. But he auditioned for this role himself, so it‘s also his fault.

You stay back on set to help the rest to pack up the props and clean up the set overall, being busy thinking through the next set of scenes you‘ll have to shoot together after the big break.

A soft tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you turn around. Bruce locks eyes with you in an instant, immediately softening his expression.

He asks for cuddles.

»Now?«

You whisper back hushed and take a few steps off the set with him. He looks uncharacteristically vulnerable and almost sheepish.

»A hug will do as well… with you. On a bed. For fifteen minutes.«

His shoulders slump as he waits for your answer, knowing he sounds like a total dork right now. But you couldn‘t care less right now, feeling yourself crumble and give in easily.

»I think your trailer has a bigger bed, no?«

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That‘s how you ended up snuggling up together after every tiring day on set. It actually helped setting your mind on track again, being free on talking his ears off with your current plans on the movie and on what dates the interviews are planned. At the mention of interviews, he gets more curious. Of course, you won‘t be making your new relationship public any time soon, the timing just isn‘t right and it could result in more stress than necessary.

So, the interviews you‘ll need to attend with Bruce will be neutral. Well, as neutral as it can be, since you were also invited to a premiere party once the movie will roll in the theaters. But those are worries for your future selfs, you need to focus on the production first.

It happens very rarely, but today Bruce is taking you to set with his own car. You told him countless of times that it is risky and paparrazi are dying to get some crumbs of content or eventual leaks for the upcoming movie. But he doesn‘t seem too scared by it, he is a billionare after all. And who are you to say no to those big, blue eyes?

Arriving, you haven‘t noticed someting suspicious so far. No annoying people with cameras whose shutter is louder than a damn drum kit. It‘s relieving. Finally, something seems to go your way.

»Are these pictures planned? People are freaking out, the hype is getting bigger.«

Malva comes up beside you, holding her Ipad in front of you to see what she‘s talking about.

These goddamn paparrazi.

Her Ipad displays several pictures of you and Bruce walking across the street, his hand resting on your lower back, both of you smiling about something. On the other pictures, you can see the way he gazes down at you, expression soft and loving, almost carefree.

It really does look almost planned, the way you clinge to his side to stay close will make any person think you two are a couple.

You loudly clear your throat and accidentally gain more attention from other crew members, ducking your head with an apologetic smile. Your best friend only raises her eyebrow at you and closes her screen.

»Planned. We did that just a moment ago, totally didn‘t want that to, uh… gain negative attention. All for the hype.«

You quickly answer back and smile at her, rather awkwardly. She keeps her skeptical stare on you and almost seems to ask you more before she decides to drop the topic and move on.

»Just let us discuss something like this next time. Deal?«

»Deal.«

Malva did sound like a disappointed parent, but you really don‘t want to drop the news on her like that. Sighing out, you move on from it and focus on coordinating the rest of the scenes correctly. Using the break to check on the media, you can easily find the hottest topic trending on Twitter at the moment.

Your — the pictures some paparrazzi took — are floating everywhere. It‘s like a disease. Every other acoount is talking about it, pointing out the hand placement and the soft gaze Bruce holds for you.

THE HANDDDD!! is this offocial now? Should‘ve be me. I wish someone looked at me the way Bruce Wayne looks at her both lips are smiling right now Bi panic omg!!

Some comments take you off guard, but you don‘t want to pretend like it isn‘t amusing you, or you were any better as a teenager with celebrity crushes. Forcing yourself not to giggle at your phone, you put it away for the meantime and get back to work like a serious adult.

After the rather uneventful day, you make your way back to Bruce‘s Manor again, having made a meet up again. Mostly consisting of cuddles and reading.

»What do you think of our new photo together? I hit it off, didn‘t I?«

You slowly turn your head over to him, being confused on what he means by that, before it finally clicks in your mind.

»You saw them too? Did you plan this?«

Suddenly, he raises his hands to his defense and shakes his head.

»Of course not! I would‘ve been way more awkward if it was planned… pff, planned.«

You see him cross his arms and glance away, looking like a child who is being accused of having eaten the last cookie. With fresh cookie crumbs on the corner of his mouth.

Sighing out, you let it slide. You end up being cuddled up to his chest either way, basking in the warmth and comfort it brings to your heart.

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You finished filming all scenes for the movie and let it get edited and produced by the other team, only dropping in every now and then to check on them and make sure it meets your expectations. The edits and paparazzi pictures even gained their popularity and even hyped up your movie even more. It‘s ridiculous, watching your up-coming movie getting pushed and bigger by some simple edits, that got most probably made by some teenage girls.

You don‘t complain, actually having saved some of those thirst videos yourself. Just make sure Bruce doesn‘t see your phone and you won‘t get into bigger trouble.

Currently, you wait for the last adjustments to be done at the interview before you could start it, already sitting beside the bigger men on the chairs, while the interviewer gets ready to ask her questions.

You are actually a little excited for this, never having answered questions to your own movie. It was always questions for your role, but now you can actually feel like a director too.

Bruce is also prepared beside you, mostly glancing at you before they set up the cameras and the interviewer sits down in front of you.

First, you greet each other, sharing your excitement to be here and answer some questions for the media.

The whole answering questions thing goes on well, making sure neither of you spoil something or give away your secret relationship. Now, the woman before you asks the final question, wearing a sly smile on her face.

»As for the final question, I hope you can answer it without spoiling too much...« with a light nod from your part, she continues, »Did you take inspiration from the vigilante ‚Superman‘ from Metropolis for the superhero in your movie?«

She finishes, awaiting curiously with a twinkle in her eye. She is popular for her usual eagerness and teasing nature in interviews, and it shows now.

Finally, you give her a nod, also smiling lightly.

»Not exactly him, but I did tried to use some references from different vigilantes from around the citys.«

You don‘t notice it, but Bruce tenses up subtly beside you. His eyes stay locked on the interviewer before they fall back to you; making him relax. He speaks up beside you, unable to keep a teasing remark.

»Not the best vigilante to choose from, but fair choice.« His smug expression makes it seem less sharp, giving him a light chuckle back.

»And you know better vigilantes?« You tease back amused, not having expected for him to be so smug but you won‘t complain.

The interview ends well, having a nice feeling about it afterwards. Your ways part with Bruce, sadly having to go back to work and focus on yourself for the rest of the day.

It was an unspoken rule between the two fo you to ignore or answer relationship questions in a sly way, and luckily, there were no questions of the sort. But you know, as soon as questions like “How do you not catch any feelings during the movie?“ or, “Your chemistry is great! Have you seen the pictures on set, because you two look fantastic together.“, you had to be prepared for more harrasment about it in the future.

Today, is one of those days, where you wish talkshows weren‘t a thing.

»So… the edits. Let‘s talk about them! There‘s hundreds, no, thousands of them all around! Have you seen any of those before?« Asks the moderator, while wearing an amused smirk and watches your reaction. You already feel like this can go south really quickly and shake your head, staying composed.

»Haven‘t seen any of them… yet.«

He quirks an eyebrow at you, letting out a light chuckle. »Well, you‘re about to see some of them!«

With a dramatic arm motion of his, the large screen behind you lights up and starts to show some fan made edits of both Bruce and you. Scenes of the trailer and some leaks, as well as paparazzi pictures, are clipped together that make everything look all the more intimate. Not knowing how to react, you cover your face and hope for the best. The live audience cheers loudly, the camera cutting from your flustered state to the audience as they continue on showing the fan made edit on screen. The moderator finally cuts you some slack, laughing at your flustered state. It‘s not helping, but you are glad that Bruce isn‘t here, witnessing it all and maybe throwing in some teasing comments too.

Sighing out, you look back at the moderator and calm down again. What were you thinking, joining a late night talk show like this?

»I never want to see that again...«

»Oh, just one more.« The moderator teases and smiles widely, letting another edit play on screen. It‘s one that you have saved on your phone. Recognising it, you try your best not to react as embarrassed as before. Still, your rosy cheeks give it away, even though you are way calmer now. Finn, the moderator, feels more friendly than ususal and decides to not point it out. For now, the show had enough entertainment after having had a rather funny conversation with him and showing you these thirst edits.

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Finally having a day off, you decide to spend it together with your significant other and relax. Bruce however, doesn‘t seem to have enough of creating core memories together, that you‘ll spend thinking about for the next ten years.

»Oh, thanks for the delicious meal, Alfred. You are dismissed for now.« Bruce tells him with a soft smile and nod, watching how the butler leaves the dining room and lets the chaos begin.

Richard, or Dick, the eldest of his sons, seems to be the most adequate, but also the most lively among his brothers. Bruce has already told one embarrasing story about his parkour accidents during a gala, which made you laugh a bit. That made Dick stay a little more quiet in return, getting the hint that more of his teasing nature will be greatly regretted. Somehow, the table was mostly calm during the dinner. Most of the conversation was started by Dick or Bruce, some comments coming from Damian as well. Although, not the nicest.

Still, they managed to behave rather well. That was, until Alfred returned with some scrumptious looking dessert. After serving tea, the table tends to get more lively. Tim and Damian often bicker quietly about who‘s getting the next piece faster, however you try not to pay too much mind and not make it awkward. Jason on the other hand, stays seated by Dick‘s side and makes fun of the two younger brothers.

»No wonder you‘re both such fatasses.«

»Jason.« Bruce smiles at his second son, trying his best not to physically cringe at himself for needing to keep his sons under control in front of you.

You, however, don‘t really care much about the antics around the table. You‘ve seen way worse at a small children‘s birthday party, so this actually feels domestic, in a way.

»It‘s okay, father. We… are sharing this last cupcake.« Damian intervenes and seems tense as he cuts up the last sweet dessert in half. He makes sure to make one half bigger than the other and gives the smaller one to Tim. Luckily, Bruce feels more satisfied and relaxed after that and continues on sipping his tea beside you, at the head of the table.

After the nice dinner with his family, you try to help Alfred with cleaning the table up, but he kindly stops you and insists on doing it alone.

»I greatly appreciate it, but I believe master Bruce prefers to have you all to himself tonight. I will handle this by myself.« Convinced, you leave the butler alone and make your way to Bruce, who just finished talking to his boys.

»There you are… let‘s head upstairs, darling.« His arm snakes around your waist as you walk upstairs to his master bedroom, getting some well deserved privacy after the long, hard-working week. Inside, he can‘t contain his feelings anymore and picks you up, just to throw you both onto his bed and curl up with you. The room fills with light giggles from the both of you, turning it into a play fight on the bed. It doesn‘t take long for Bruce to get hold of your wrists and pin you down under him, looking as smug as ever over his win. You continue to squirm and try to fight him, although you don‘t try to get away from him; just enjoying the playful moment. Finally, he gets to make your legs go still aswell, putting more of his weight onto you.

»Now, be good and stay still for a moment, hm? Wouldn‘t want to hurt my pretty girl...« You can hear him sigh out lightly as he leans into the crook of your neck, planting soft kisses along your skin before he gently bites down, leaving light marks. It makes you instantly relax, enjoying the way he manages to be so gentle and passionate at the same time. He also relaxes, finally feeling more comfortable showing his affection this way and simply keeps going, not wanting to end this yet. His bigger hand trails down your thigh, urging it to hook around his hip, seemingly craving more contact with you.

A light hum leaves your lips, tangling your fingers into his black hair, gasping lightly once he starts to nibble harder on your skin. It leaves goosebumps down your spine, shifting to wrap your other leg around him too. Suddenly, this doesn‘t feel so innocent anymore.

Bruce tries his best to hold back on a groan, eventually exhales shakily against you. He finally stops his gentle attack on your neck, leaning away to admire his handiwork. You take him in from your position, watching the way his eyes are blacked out and his breathing grew rather uneven. His eyes dart back to you, shifting so he isn‘t crushing you under his weight.

»I could never grow tired of this, you know?«

Bruce secretly cringes at himself for being so vulnerable, so open with you. But judging by your reaction, you seem to love it. The way your eyes soften even more, how you stay completely relaxed and peaceful under him is saying enough. Your hand reaches out to cup his cheek, bringing him closer again to exchange more gentle kisses between each other. The evening turns out in you both being relaxed and endlessly exchanging affection together, growing dissapointed once it gets late.

As you prepare yourself to put your coat back on by the front door, Bruce gets held back by Alfred.

»You know, she can always stay over night. One night won‘t hurt, master Bruce.«

But he doesn‘t relent and shakes his head, a light frown stretching on his face. »I don‘t have time for this, Alfred.«

As quick as he dismissed his butler, he is right back at your side and helps to adjust your sleeves from your coat.

»Let me drive you home,« You go along without argument and follow him outside to the garage, sitting into the passanger seat and let him drive.

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»Bruce! We got invited to our first ever premiere-movie-party-thing!«

You exclaim as soon as he picks up the call, making him exhale in relief. After a short pause, he asnwers back.

»Premiere-moive-party-thing? I gotcha,« he chuckles, putting finally closing the big folder on his desk after studying it for hours, »I‘m pretty sure it‘s because we‘re the lead actors of the whole thing… and you are the director.«

His casual approach makes you roll your eyes, rolling onto your stomach in your bed. »Yes, but isn‘t it cool? I never went to one, what is that like? Do you think it‘ll be filled with annoying rich people?« You start twirling your hair as you continue to talk with him, listening to his response with a light smile.

»They‘re alway filled with ‘em. I always get black-out drunk, so it‘s easier to deal with it. The music isn‘t the greatest as well… it actually feels more like a frat party sometimes.« His description of it makes you chuckle, making Bruce smile in return.

»So… do you think we should go there anyways?«

»Of course we should. Especially you, makes your image go up higher.« He replies back without thinking too much. It makes sense, and you don‘t think too much about going to that party. You heard they will be some interviewers, so you better not get black-out drunk.

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Arriving outside the tall building, the bass that‘s heard from inside is making you lightly intimidated. Taking a deep breath, you say your last prayer and enter. In the lobby, you need to check in and get a colourfull wristband, signalling your status so the security knows who to protect in an case of emergency. The others can save themselves. Shortly after you, Bruce arrives and goes through the same check-in as you. He spooks you lightly by snaking his hand onto your shoulder, earning a surprised gasp and smack to his chest.

»Sorry… having fun already?« He leans down to be at your eye-level and sneak in a gentle kiss, but quickly decides against it and smoothly straightens himself again. Although, he keeps his hand on your waist.

»I don‘t know, nothing happened yet. And I don‘t know where the drinks are, I‘m kinda nervous,« you hold your hands out for him, letting him see the light tremors coming from your nervousness. He frowns lightly upon seeing your hands, taking them into his warm ones.

»You don‘t have to worry so much, okay? Just a small party, you‘ll answer some questions and we can leave. How‘s that sound?«

You feel more comfortable after his assurance and nod, restraining yourself from leaning into him and being more affectionate.

Eventually, the party starts properly after more actors and other public-figures arrive, turning the music up a notch. Currently, you‘re having fun and enjoy some sweet, alcoholic drinks, relaxing further and taking things easy. Following Bruce‘s advice of drinking definitely worked, and you soon have your first interview as one reporter approaches you with a camera man by his side. After getting permission from you, the camera starts rolling and the reporter gets started.

»We‘ve already seen some sneak-peeks and the trailer alone gives us so much insight on your chemistry with Andy, so… was it difficult to master such energy or did it come naturally?«

Typical question to try and suck some possible gossip from an actor, but you are greatly used to it, eventually giving him your typical answer back.

»Oh, you know, it really depends if the actors are good or not. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn‘t, so it really depends on both actors to create the right perfomance.« Definitely not the answer the reporter was searching for, but he‘ll settle with it for now. Robert starts again, angling his microphone back to himself.

»What was hardest on this movie? The directing or acting with your own expectations and critique?« A more pleasant question to answer. You respond honestly, giving an open insight of how stressful it really was, being both the director and actor in one.

Eventually, Robert seems to back down with his questions after five more minutes, starting to build up a more casual conversation with you. Logically, you can‘t really back down from it and simply go along, listening to him talk and speak aswell.

»...Yes— and your dress? Seriously, I couldn‘t take my eyes off you the whole interview, I don‘t know why there aren‘t a line of men standing right behind you, waiting for your attention!« You chuckle along, although a bit forced. »No, seriously, I love the way you look tonight. Who was your stylist, I should give her a raise,« Robert steps closer to you, wearing a charming smile, the best one he can muster. You stay still and simply try to joke along and bear it through for a couple more moments, eyes daring out to search for back-up.

»Would you believe that I was her stylist for tonight? All my work.« Bruce steps in, seemingly appearing out of nowhere into the frame and casually lays his hand back onto your waist, wearing a smug smile. Robert pauses briefly before he catches himself and gets back to being a ‘casual-playful‘ reporter.

»No way! I‘ll make sure to write that into my news report later.« The reporter awkwardly says goodbye after receiving a light chuckle from the other and finally shuffles away from the both of you, camera man following him closely. You can barely make out the way Robert scolds his camera man for something that was most-probably not his fault anyway.

»Next time just scream really loud, I‘ll be there in no time.« Without wanting to cause any unnecessary attention, he squeeyes your waist and eventually gets back to the party, searching for some more interviewers too. Without any further thinking, you go back to the bar and get yourself another drink. One drink becomes two, and you make sure to stay leaned against something in order not to lose balance. You settle on being more in the backgrounds for now, but you quickly change your mind once they turn on some up-beat music and free the dance floor. It‘s already packed with other famous people, them being drunk too, no doubt. They happily include you into the chaos, dancing however to the beat all-together. You slip in another few drinks and shots during that time, just enjoying yourself and letting lose. Finally, after what seemed like too long and not enough, you get yourself off the dancefloor to have a quick trip to the bathroom.

With wobbly legs and aching feet, you manage to get there and freshen up, feeling lighter afterwards, but also way more drunk than before. You try to make your way back to the dance floor, but you briefly lose your sense of orientation and simply stand there, trying to figure out how to get back to the fun girls.

»Are we okay to head back home, darling?« A smooth voice asks from your side and almost makes you roll your eyes, not recognising it right away.

»Bruce!«

»Hey— yeah, that‘s me...« He chuckles softly, and catches you gently as soon as you lean in to hug him tightly. You feel the way his hands rub along your back before they stop at your sides and just keep you steady on your feet.

»Can we go now?« Bruce leans down to talk better to you, his breath brushing against you ear. You let out a soft giggle, leaning back and meet his eyes. It‘s clear to him that you will try your everything to at least get a last drink before driving home. As expected, you pout at him and glance back to the general direction of the dancefloor.

»No, darling, c‘mon...«

»Please?« You draw out and lean more into him, grabbing lightly onto his shirt. He takes you in, trying his best not to get distracted by your shiny eyes and cute behavior, most likely trying to play it up for him. He manages to stay stubborn and shakes his head lightly, his expression growing soft.

»We have to go home, okay? It‘s too late and you‘ll regret it tomorrow.« He tries to be as gentle as possible, lightly rubbing your side with one hand. With a final huff, you slump a bit into him and give in. A faint smirk graces Bruce‘s face and carefully guides you out of the building, finally setting you inside the car with care.

The car ride was mostly filled with your yapping, being happy about the fun dances you had together with the strange women, still shining with excited energy, even after the party. Finally at your house, he takes care of you, carefully taking your make-up off before changing you into more comfortable clothes. You don‘t remember much after that, being out cold the second your blanket envelopes your form.

Waking up was the worst part. Your head pounds as if some gremlin is on top of it and slams a hammer onto you repeatedly. After sitting up, you realise that you are already in your fuzzy pyjamas and cleaned up. Not paying too much mind to it, you reach for your phone at your nightstand, almost knokcing off the glass of water on it. Surprised, you study your small table and pick the note off of it.

Hope your head won‘t kill you today. Cute pyjamas, by the way. -B.

←MASTERLIST

[mxdarling]

[“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that.” / “you’re so pretty when you smile.”]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: idia bought a new multiplayer game, and he wants to play it with his player one, you.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 2.3k (2334)

ೃ⁀➷: reference/Inspiration: playlist

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] JDJDKD MORE IDIA CONTENT WOOHOOO this was supposed to be his belated birthday gift from me but uhh cough cough writer block hit me like a bitch soo.. didn't finish before new years, and it's now like- 4 months late??? anyways, thank you anon for requesting idia with dialogue #3 and #7!! my last yandere idia work had him a little creepy so i made him cute this time loll i hope it's to your satisfaction anon!

[warnings:] lowercase, yandere behavior, more fluff than yandere, established relationship, reader is a gamer, cuddling, kisses, reader is ticklish, poor explanation of game mechanics, mentions of fear for judgement, reader is portrayed as a crybaby, one paragraph mentions idia being a creep, game is a rip-off of minecraft (fantasy version), toxic teammates.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. i don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. if you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, i am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

IDIA SHROUD seemed to be in a good mood today, at least according to what you've seen so far. probably because his latest purchase is the cause of his being in such an upbeat mood. not that you're complaining; it was rather cute seeing him all excited and giddy when he found a new game to play. it's like a whole new, different side of him comes out whenever he starts to ramble about the features of the game and why he should absolutely play it right now. of course, as his player one, you're automatically going to be the first person he's going to play with. not that you mind, really. playing with idia was always a fun experience; it reminded you a lot of how you would spend your free time back in your world.

(those days of laziness, those days of unproductivity where you did nothing but lay down on your bed and do nothing—no school work to do, no club activities to do, no studying for an upcoming exam—just pure idleness. then when you're bored, you could just use your phone, PC, or iPad to entertain you as the day goes by, playing nonstop until late hours in the evening. god, you miss those days.)

you often wondered what genre of video games this new world had to offer. you knew that it wouldn't be so different from your own world, but you weren't sure just how many of your friends were affiliated with gaming entertainment. out of fear that judgement would be placed upon you if you shared this interest of yours, your love for video games has been hidden—so to find someone else (with that someone else being idia) that likes video games and is very well versed in them is a dream come true. it was a long process to get him to play with you, let alone consider you a friend and not try to avoid you every 2 seconds—still, it was a feat you were proud of because now you get to experience many, many different sides of idia that you would have never known 9 months ago.

(you once heard idia curse like at least twenty times in one breathe when one of his teammates was being shitty and a prick, he sounded so angry and scary that you backed into a corner to avoid getting burnt by his scorching, bright red hair that grew the more angrier he got. the only reason he stopped was when he heard quiet sobs in the corner of his room and turned around away from his computer to see you huddled in the corner of his room. quickly he went over there, completely abandoning his game and comforting you. he hates seeing his cute prefect cry, especially because of him, he's not the great at comforting but when he hugged you so tightly, your quiet sobs turned into silence. right then and there he swore to never be the reason you're crying and when you do, he'll be right there with you.)

you are currently cross-sitting in his very comfy bed, watching as idia set up two controllers and plugged in the PCs to turn them on (you're still surprised he's got more than 2 PCs, which, if you really think about it, his family background makes it make sense). after waiting for the PCs to turn on, he then connects the controllers to the PCs and opens up the game on both screens. you would insist on helping him set up, but due to you literally being isekai'd into this unknown world of twisted wonderland, you aren't too familiar with many things besides the whole magic stuff—plus, you aren't too keen on breaking any of idia's stuff because of your lack of knowledge on how to do technology.

(technology in general is so extremely confusing, you would argue wholeheartedly all day and all night, and idia would agree with you and low-key flex on how knowledgeable he is in the field of technology, just to impress you and show how reliable he is. secretly, he likes it when he's useful to you.)

"sorry! it took a while to set up..." in slightly shaking hands, he hands over the controller to you while holding the other in his free hand. he looked rather nervous when he faced you to give the controller, like he's worried he wasted your time waiting for him. it reminded you of a puppy looking up to its owner apologetically when they did something wrong, so cute, you thought, adorable even, you added.

"haha! it's okay! you didn't take that long anyway." you gave him a reassuring look, a soft smile, and bright eyes, showing him that you weren't bothered by having to wait a bit as he set up for you two to play.

both screens show the in-game loading screen, and the bar quickly fills up due to the fast internet speed (one you're quite envious of). slowly it fades to the starting screen, where a big text is bouncing 'tap to start' in both of your faces. Idia presses to start immediately, wanting to get into gameplay as fast as he can while you take a moment to admire the visual aspects and effects of the game in silent awe. you always had a thing for the visual stuff that was shown in-game. by slowly pressing the button on your control, you enter the game and begin a fantastical journey with idia.

“put that down! you’ll hurt yourself with that!” he says worriedly as he watches you damage your avatar's HP bar this early in gameplay. usually he gets really annoyed when he plays with noobs and normies; they stink at comprehending basic knowledge, do dumb things in-game, ask too many questions, and ruin the whole gameplay experience for him. 'ugh, how annoying.' is his usual reaction to such—of course he wouldn't think of that towards you! never ever would he ever think this way towards you; even if you do things noobs and normies usually do, he can't bring himself to be annoyed—you were too cute in his eyes. he would never admit this to your face, though, and he still gets red just at the thought of him thinking you are cute. It's true though; don't get him wrong, but... the embarrassment that comes with thinking about these thoughts is just too much for his poor little heart! honestly, he's for sure that one day you'll be the death of him, does he care though? not really; in fact, he would probably love that.

(he blushes so hard whenever he thinks of you in his clothes; it's the way your natural scent clings onto his shirts, the way his shirts made you even cuter than you already are—one of the only reasons he doesn't wash his clothes immediately because he wants to savor your smell to memory. he's a creep, yes, but he's one devoted creep.)

"whoops! sorry didn't see that, haha..." nervously laughing at your mistake, you eat whatever consumable you have in your inventory to try and restore as much health as you lost. as your avatar munches on the food in its hand, from the corner of your screen, you can see idia's avatar walking towards you. once it's near enough to your avatar, you can see the animation of a bunch of items being dropped and your inventory picking up due to the proximity between the items and your avatar. you opened your inventory, curious about what he just gave you since it looked like quite a lot of items, and confused about why he was giving you so many items in the first place. your eyes widen in shock as the items he's given you are one stack of steak, every weapon in-game (sword, axe, pickaxe, shovel, hoe), but in steel, and a full set of steel armor.

your mouth continues to gape open as you put on the armor set on your avatar. how did he get so much stuff this fast? it hasn't even been an hour yet! "where.. did you get so much stuff!?" you ask naively, following idia around as you don't want to get lost, die, and lose all your stuff. "stole half of those from villages, some from mining, and a few from trading" he says so casually as he continues to walk in an unknown direction, like this was a regular thing for him, not to mention this was a hard difficulty! he's playing this game like it's not easy mode! "could've gotten more if it weren't for those stingy mobs..." furrowing his eyebrows, he let out a small huff of frustration, pressing slightly harder on the buttons on his controller, not noticing how your mouth dropped down even further at his passing comment. as she presses on, walking in an unknown direction, you're hit with the hundredth reminder that he's on a whole other level than you when it comes to gaming.

three hours in, and you guys decided to play on public servers, where you'll get to play different game modes other than the usual story and survival modes. once the two of you picked a game to play, the room quickly filled with laughter, shouting, incoherent grumbling, screams of terror, and many more in between. you two decided to save a team game as last since idia wasn't enthusiastic about playing together with other players because he just wanted to play with you, and there was an underlying fear that you would encounter toxic teammates. but since you were practically begging him to just try it at least once, he couldn't help but give in to your pleas.

it was fun, he supposed. it wasn't as annoying or infuriating as he thought it would be, but he still had to keep up not making really snarky remarks when certain players were interacting with you. he'd hate to have you see such a mean, ugly, and disgusting side of him. other than that, it was an okay experience. he thinks it would've been better if it was just him and you on a team; wouldn't it be kind of romantic? you and him against everyone else?

then what he feared most would happen actually happened. suddenly some fucking jerk is screaming insults at you for not being good enough, and before that teammate got two more words in, he exploded on them. curses upon curses spit out his mouth in rapid speed, and the voices of that said teammate slowly but surely die down as their ego and pride go down with them. in the midst of anger and chaos between him and the teammate, you could feel tears building up inside you; everything around you started to blur, and the sounds that filled your ears were starting to get tuned out. you couldn't even hear that idia stopped screaming curses, turned off both PCs, and went to take the controller from your hand, lift you up into his lap, and slowly wrap his arms around you.

once he had you fully in his grasp, he tightened his grip, making sure not to let you get away from him. he wasn't good at words, especially when trying to comfort someone, but seeing you cry was making him cry too. he did, after all, swear to always be with you when you cry. raising one of his hands, he placed it at the back of your head and gently pushed towards his neck. then his hand went down to rub your back, up and down, up and down, at a slow pace. letting you cry it all out in peace while also letting you know he's there with you.

a few minutes have passed, and your sobs have gone silent. your eyes have become droopy and sleepy, and it feels almost impossible to keep them open. suddenly, a hand lifts your chin, and you feel a pair of lips come into contact with your forehead. it wasn't like a quick kiss; no, the kiss lasted for at least a few seconds before pulling away. even then, upon pulling away, you feel another kiss on your cheek, this time a little quicker than the forehead kiss. then another kiss on your other cheek, then another on your nose, another on your jawline, another on your earlobes, and finally, his lips hovered over your own lips.

you could feel the hesitation when he let out a nervous breath; the thought of your lips on his always sends him into an electrifying and drunken daze. he can't think straight when he's this close to you, but even then, it gives him an unusual feeling of contentment and confidence. the luck he has to be able to snag such an adorable, cute, amazing, and beautiful person like you in his life. he almost can't believe it. swallowing his own nervousness for your comfort, he presses against your soft lips delicately. soon after making physical contact with your lips, he feels a smile form on your face—a small smile, yet it was enough for him. any smile from you is enough for him, because seeing you happy is the best view he could ever lay his eyes on.

feeling out of breath, he's the first to let go but also the first to frown at the loss of touch. i want to stay like this forever, he thought as he watched you emit a giggle after the kiss. fire burns brightly in his heart, and he starts to wonder if you being the death of him will really come true. his cheeks burn that ever-warm red that he knows you've seen many, many times before, but he can't help it. when you pull him into a world through rose-tinted glasses, no way could he be immune to such an effect.

"i really can’t take it when you cry like that… smile for me, alright? you’re so pretty when you smile."

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PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPOST, SHARE, TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO OTHER SITES WITHOUT MY PERMISSION + REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED.

[horny-p0et]

simpbur x streamer!reader

wow what if i wrote about another bursona that's crazy. i know a lot of people put incelbur and simpbur under the same umbrella but in my mind they are more like brothers and not twins, different in important ways i can elaborate on another time. ty for support please enjoy some more horny ramblings :) slightly shorter as i'm introducing you all to my version of this character. nsfw in later parts but this is sfw.

warnings: mentions of stalking and obsessive tendencies

wordcount: 741

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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SIMPBUR who spends most of his free time online. gaming, scrolling reddit, stalking the cute girls from his uni course- normal stuff. he finds himself more at home on the internet anyway, he's a social outcast who stumbles over his words and doesn't know how to small talk. he has friends, sure, but he feels like they don't understand him. whenever he opens up about his insecurities and trauma they push him away... he just wishes someone would see him, connect with him on a deeper level.

SIMPBUR who falls in love with every girl who even glances in his direction, let alone shows him basic levels of human decency. he remembered when a girl from his class gave him a pen to use when his broke and he brought flowers for her the next day, she stopped sitting next to him after that. he didn't know why, don't girls like flowers? he left poems on her desk and kept trying to talk to her until the school administration got involved.

SIMPBUR who's scrolling mindlessly through tiktok when a clip of you shows up on his for you page. its nothing crazy, just you getting trolled by your chat playing a creeper sound alert while you're in a cave, but something about the way you laughed, smiled and you scolded chat playfully gave him butterflies in his stomach.

SIMPBUR who scoured the internet for every drop of content about you he could find, checking every social media and consumed it all. every bit of information he learnt drew him in, it was like you were made in a laboratory for him. you're kind but assertive, funny but compassionate, beautiful but sexy. He feels like he knows you so well, you guys would make good friends. you play the same games, listen to the same bands, you're about the same age, it must have been fate that put you on his feed that day.

SIMPBUR who plays your vods on his second monitor while he plays games by himself, imagining you're in a discord with him chatting like friends. he finds himself growing addicted to your voice, he doesn't do anything without you playing in the background. eating breakfast? your funny moments are on his phone. walking to work? your podcast episodes play in his headphones. late nights when he can't sleep? your vlogs to soothe him to relax.

SIMPBUR who jumped out of his skin when he got the notification you were live. he hadn't been able to watch your streams live before, he'd always been asleep or in class- he was so frustrated you were in a different timezone. he hops in chat, finding his hands shaking as he chats with your fans during the 'stream starting soon' screen. he's nervous, this is basically your first date!

SIMPBUR who feels like he's on cloud nine when you appear on his stream, casually relaxing in your gaming chair as you read chat and talk about your day. you thank someone for resubbing, the way your face lights up with genuine appreciation is beautiful to him. he wants to be the reason you look that happy.

SIMPBUR who scrambles for his credit card, not even considering the consequences before he's gifting 50 subs to you. he doesn't even care its almost 250 dollars, he'd give you a million if it would make you smile even once. he watches with bated breath as your eyes widen and you cover your mouth with your hands.

"Holy shit- 50 gift subs? Are you serious? Oh my god... thank you so much <username>! You seriously just made my day, my week I think. I really appreciate that, sending my love to you."

SIMPBUR who quickly clips and screenshots you giving the camera a hand heart, giving him a hand heart. you said you gave him your love! he feels like the luckiest man on the planet. the rush of your approval makes him feel high, like he needs your praise more than oxygen.

SIMPBUR who is already obsessed and he found out about you a week ago. he dreams about you, you're the first thing on his mind when he wakes up and before he falls asleep. he can already imagine you in a white dress, holding your hand as you tell him you love him. he just needed to get his hands on you, because he knows once you meet him you'll feel the same way.

[mayajadewrites]

ghostin

matt murdock x reader

preface: reader is a vigilante, much like matthew murdock. they've developed a relationship and have fallen in love with one another. their future together was seemingly written in the stars - until the blip.

tags/warnings: 18+, established relationship, angst, no use of y/n, eventual sex

notes: i will be mentioning aspects of the main character that are more specific to her looks, but picture her as whoever you please :)

ao3

The sounds of Hell's Kitchen filled Matt's apartment as you finally get out of bed for the day. People talking, car horns beeping, police sirens in the distance. It was a late night filled with vigilante escapades and sex with your boyfriend.

You sit up on the bed to stretch your sore muscles, feeling the aches of bruises from the past week on your skin. You heard Matt stir, a sign that he will be awake soon.

There's no point in trying to be quiet around him. He can hear your heartbeat from 5 blocks down.

"Good morning, sweetheart." You hear Matt's morning voice behind you. As you turn around, you marvel at the man that you share a bed with every night. His hazel eyes have a touch of sunlight in them, the green popping ahainst his tired eyes.

"Good morning Matthew." You press your lips to his pillow soft ones, a place you have grown fond of. His lips had to have been sculpted by the Gods. His face is a Renaissance painting. Only you get to feel it with your fingertips.

"You must've slept well. You added the good in 'good morning'." Matt brought his hand to the side of your face, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"Ever since I started staying with you, I've slept so much better." You close your eyes and lean your cheek into his palm.

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Before Matt, you were a vigilante that was frequently hired by people like Wilson Fisk to take out any enemies, or potential enemies.

The first time you met you were assigned to take out Daredevil. Obviously, that's not an easy task. But you needed the money.

The night was cold, your skin filled with goosebumps as you jumped from rooftop to rooftop. You would hear steps, but never saw him.

Until he striked.

Fisk wanted Daredevil gone, but he is a force to be messed with. You kept running into him, but never having the guts to take him out, and he felt the same as you.

You didn't know he was Matt Murdock until a few months after your first encounter. You were jaded from your past, as was he. Learning to trust does not come easy to either of you.

"Baby, come back to bed." Matt almost whined, his large hands grasping yours to pull you down to him.

"Fine, 5 minutes." You eliminate any space between your bodies and allow your lips to find his.

"Make that forever." Matt smirked against your lips.

"You're impossible." You feel Matt's tongue snake into your mouth, doing a dance you are all too familiar with.

–

The first time you and Matt had sex there was undeniable lust, love, and magic in the air. You both avoided your attraction to each other for so long. At the end of the day, the only people that didn't want to admit that you two were made for each other was you and Matt.

"I can't deny you anymore." Matt said helplessly. "Everything about you is everything I want in my life. Everything you are, I, I-"

You stare at his face as he speaks, his eyes moving to different spaces in the room with every word.

"I can't stay away from you. No matter how much you may want me to, or the world may want me to, I can't." Matt's tongue grazed his lower lip. "I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to wake up next to you. I want to share my coffee with you, even though you're psychotic and drink iced coffee regardless of the temperature outside. So you wouldn't want any of mine anyways. But I want to have the chance to share it with you."

"Matthew, are you going to let me speak?" You uncross your arms from your chest. "I wouldn't mind hearing your little speech for awhile though."

"Go ahead." Matt cleared his throat.

"I want you too." You take a step closer to Matt, taking a closer look at the bruises that mark his skin. "I want to learn how to play poole for you. I want to sit on your rooftop and take in the sounds and smells of New York with you. I want to kiss your lips first thing and the morning even though you probably have nasty morning breath."

"Aren't you just a romantic." Matt followed your lead and took a step closer to you. "Tell me to stop." He took another step towards you.

Silence.

Then another step.

And another.

And another.

Matt was now in front of you, his nose grazing yours, his hands hovering over you. "Tell me to stop."

You stare at him, silent.

His hands pressed against your hips, dragging along your curves until he grips your ass. His forehead presses to yours, like the world was finally aligned.

Matt's lips found yours, moving slowly and deliberately. His mouth was starved from yours for so long that he wanted to savor this moment. He palmed your ass gently as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, pushing your body against his once more.

"You are addicting." Matt broke the kiss briefly. He lifted you from your hips to wrap your legs around his waist, kissing you as he brought you to his bedroom where you would spend hours in the sheets.

–

"I'm gonna brew your coffee, baby." You plant a kiss on Matt's lips, his palm on the back of your head as you pull away. The pad of his thumb stroked your hair as you pulled away. "You never make getting out of bed easy."

"I never will."

As you brew Matt's coffee, you go through the mental checklist of what needs to be done for today. Grocery shopping, a jog through the park, and to clean Matt's apartment.

You pour the hot liquid into Matt's favorite mug - it's nothing special, but it's big enough for two cups of coffee so he loves it.

You pour a splash of creamer into the cup, stirring it with a spoon. You smile at your reflection in the liquid, unsure of how you were so lucky to live this life with Matthew.

"Be careful, it's hot-" You look up from the mug to see the bed empty.

You didn't hear Matt move from the bed. The bathroom door was never opened. You could still see the silhouette of his body tangled in the sheets.

"Matt?!" You said loudly. "This isn't funny." You opened the closet door, then the bathroom.

Nothing.

You hear people outside screaming.

"She was just here!! Where the hell did she go? She just... dusted away." You heard someone say outside the window.

"I was just talking to him and then he was evaporating before my eyes." Another worried voice screams.

Your heart fell to your stomach. You run to the bed, running your hand over where Matt's body just was.

It was still warm.

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Hey, dear! If you're accepting requests, can I get a suggestive/steamy angst (with a happy ending) with Daemon x poc fem reader inspired by this, please?

Hello, hello! I'm soooo sorry it It took me so long to write your request. I'm suffering from a wonderful creative block ✨

Anyway, I hope it's the way you expected. I'm not much of a listener of Luiza Sonza's songs, and from what I heard of this song, it was what I described in the chapter.

Daemon Targaryen x f!reader

Sacred and Profane *⁠.⁠✧

The crackling of the hearth’s fire was a stark contrast to the storm raging beyond the walls of the Red Keep. Rain lashed against the stained glass, creating a melody that mirrored the tempest within your heart. You stood before the window, hands gripping the sill, the cold seeping into your skin despite the roaring flames behind you.

Daemon Targaryen had always been your undoing—your ruin and your salvation.

“You should not be here,” you said, your voice laced with defiance and a trembling you couldn’t hide.

“I go where I please,” Daemon replied smoothly, stepping into the chamber as though he belonged there. Perhaps, in some twisted way, he did.

His silver hair glowed like molten starlight in the dim room, his violet eyes piercing through the shadows between you. He was every bit the rogue prince—untamed, dangerous, and heartbreakingly beautiful.

You turned your gaze back to the storm outside, ignoring the way your body betrayed you with its awareness of his presence. “The queen will hear of this,” you muttered.

Daemon chuckled, a low, sinful sound that sent shivers down your spine. “Let her hear. What will she do, hmm? Ban me from your chambers? I’d climb the walls to reach you.”

You spun to face him, anger and something darker flashing in your eyes. “You speak of defiling my sanctity as though it is nothing, Daemon.”

His smirk faltered, and for a moment, you saw the man behind the bravado. “Sanctity?” he echoed, stepping closer. “There is nothing sacred about what we are, my love. We are fire and blood, sin and desire.”

He was in front of you now, so close that the heat of his body chased away the cold. You hated him for it—for the way he could unravel you with a look, for the way he reduced you to nothing more than a trembling woman aching for his touch.

“You are poison,” you whispered, even as your hand betrayed you, reaching up to brush against the sharp line of his jaw.

“And you are my cure,” he murmured, leaning into your touch. His hands found your waist, firm and possessive, as though anchoring himself to the only thing that made sense in his chaotic world.

The kiss was inevitable, like a storm breaking after too much silence. His lips captured yours with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his hands pulling you closer until there was no space between you.

It wasn’t gentle. It was teeth and tongue, a battle of wills that left you breathless and wanting. His hands roamed your body, memorizing every curve, every shiver that he elicited.

“Daemon,” you gasped, breaking the kiss. His name was a plea, a warning, and a curse all in one.

He pressed his forehead to yours, his breath mingling with yours. “I have sinned for you,” he whispered, his voice raw with emotion. “Every choice, every battle, every betrayal—it has all been for you. Tell me you feel it too. Tell me I am not alone in this madness.”

Your hands fisted in his tunic, tears streaming down your cheeks. “You are not alone,” you admitted, the words tearing from your throat like a confession to the gods. “But you have broken me, Daemon. You have burned me alive.”

“I will mend you,” he vowed, his lips trailing down your neck, worshiping every inch of your skin. “I will worship you, my sacred and my profane.”

The fire between you burned brighter, hotter, until it consumed you both.

Morning came with the pale light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Daemon lay beside you, his silver hair splayed against the pillow, his face unguarded in sleep. You traced the lines of his face, your heart heavy with love and despair.

He stirred, his hand reaching for you instinctively, pulling you closer. “You’re mine,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

“And you’re mine,” you whispered back, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

For all your sins, for all the chaos and destruction that followed in Daemon Targaryen’s wake, you knew you would never let him go.

You were fire and blood. Sacred and profane. And together, you would burn the world to ashes.

[crazyunsexycool]

Hey Val!

It’s a good thing you mentioned we can send as many asks as we want because God knows we Geminis are terrible at making up our minds🥹

Sooo, for my first Birthday Celebration ask. You already know I’m a real sucker for hurt/comfort, and I know this prompt wasn’t in your list, but could you cook something up for our Stevie? Remember that amaaaaaazing fic you wrote about the 40s!Reader being kidnapped by Hydra and found 70 years later by Bucky?

Well, let’s say Stevie and her have settled down but he’s scared to lose her again. Maybe he’s having a nightmare or maybe she’s taken hostage/hurt because the enemy knows her worth in Steve’s eyes.

Can you write it pleaseeee?

(And yes, I told you I wanted a part two to this one shot, and I’m trying hard to get it🫢🩵)

It only took me a year to write it...

Read part 1 here

Love in times of war

Part 2

Pairing: Steve Rogers x 40s!Reader

word count: 13.6k

Warnings: Nightmares, implied smut, so much angst, attempted kidnapping, kidnapping, mentioned isolation as punishment, reader gets slapped a few times, pregnancy, mentioned childbirth, fluff

A/N: As I said before it took me a year to write this. Mostly due to writer's block. I'm still not convinced it's as good as part 1 🥺 but I did my best. It's kind of age of ultron-ish (no ultron though) and also we have Bucky!! Anyways I hope you like it!!!!!

Steve walked away from the small dispute between drunken soldiers and headed toward the hotel. A lone car sped off not too far away but he couldn’t be bothered to worry about it. He was anxious to be with you again. The upcoming missions were going to be hard on everyone so he wanted a bit of peace and happiness in his life with his best girl. 

Steve took the stairs two at a time, he wanted to have you back in his arms as fast as possible. He kept the same pace as he walked down the hallway but his stomach dropped as soon as he saw your door. It was wide open and there was no sign of you anywhere. Steve rushed in and checked everywhere but the room was in perfect order. As he rushed out something on the floor got his attention. The light hit the metal object just right and he realized it was the locket he had given you a few hours before. He picked it up and saw that the clasp was broken and he ran. 

Outside under the light of the winter moon Bucky was escorting the commandos back toward the hotel. As they neared the entrance Steve barged out. Bucky knew something was wrong immediately.

“Steve what is it?” 

“Y/N’s gone. Someone took her.” He rushed out.

That was enough to get the Howlies’ attention.

“How do you know she’s gone?” 

“Her door was wide open and the room was un disturbed and this.” He showed them the locket and the broken clasp. “She wouldn’t have taken it off willingly.”

“Ok we have to move now. Did you see anything suspicious as you came in?” 

“No nothing-“ Steve shook his head before he turned as he remembered the car that had sped away. “No no no no no.” He started running in that direction with Bucky following suit. 

“Y/N!” Steve yelled at the top of his lungs. “Y/N, please. Please… don’t… leave me.”

“Steve.” He turned at the sound of your voice. He could hear you but not see you.

“Steve?”

“Y/N? Where are you?”

“Steve…”

“Steve, honey, you’ve gotta wake up.” You gently touched Steve’s cheek as you tried to wake him. He kept yelling your name while moving around frantically in bed. His neck and chest were red as he strained to fight some invisible enemy. “Honey, wake up. It’s just a nightmare I’m right here.” 

Steve sat up abruptly starling you. His breathing was erratic and his eyes were wild and unfocused. You called his name softly, your touch gentle on his thigh. 

“Y/N?” He sounded so scared that you weren’t there. 

“I’m right here.”

Steve pulled you into his lap and hid his face into the crook of your neck while you played with his hair. 

“It felt so real. Like it happened all over again.” His breath was shallow again as his anxiety went into overdrive. “I can’t lose you again. I can’t.” 

“Breathe for me honey. Just focus on your breathing. You aren’t going to lose me again.”

“You can’t say things like that. You know anything could happen.”

“And you’d go to the ends of the earth to find me wouldn’t you?” You ask as you pull away to search his eyes.

“Of course I would.” 

You smile at him and then give him a quick kiss. “Then there is nothing to worry about.” 

Steve doesn’t reply, he just kisses you again and again until he’s laid you down on the bed. 

“Wait, my dress.” You say when he pulls on the strap ripping it.

“I’ll get you a new one.” 

You giggle as Steve moves from your neck down to your chest while popping the buttons on the front of your dress. 

“I love you so much.” 

“I love you too, Steve.”

~~~~~~~~~

“How have you been adjusting?” Bruce asked while the elevator ascended to a higher level. 

“There’s so much I still need to learn. But there are things I like. There’s so much more freedom now for women to be in the science field.” 

“I think you had a hand in paving the way for people that would have otherwise been overlooked for one thing or the other.” 

“Oh please.” You scoffed as you stepped out of the elevator. 

“You need to give yourself more credit. I mean you’re here to give a talk about your experience.” 

“My contribution wouldn’t have been as meaningful if I hadn’t disappeared and been dating Steve. I know what I have done and what I can do, I just wish my work would have been recognized because of me, not who I was dating back then.”

As you turn the corner from the elevator banks you come face to face with a large group of people, mostly women waiting for the doors to open. Your presence caught the eye of one of the attendees who immediately started cheering for you. Before you knew it the room was full of thunderous applause. Bruce had to help you navigate the sea of people wanting an autograph or to shake your hand. 

“See what I mean?” He said once you were escorted to a separate room. 

“I am so much more nervous now.”

“Don’t be you’ll be fine and I’ll be in the first row.”

“I wish Steve would have been able to be here.” You murmur as you fix your dress again. 

“I know he would too, but the talk is being transmitted live so I know he’ll be watching.”

****

Your speech had gone great. There was even a question and answer segment and you got every question imaginable. From working with Erskine to what it was like dating Steve. 

Somewhere towards the end of the questions something went wrong. Armed men rushed in, Bruce hulked out and chaos ensued. You thought you heard someone calling out for you but then you feel something hit the back of your head. Your vision blurred and your knees gave out. Pain spread through your head, in the quick few seconds after being hit you blackout.

~~~~~~~

“I knew it was a bad idea to let her go out so soon.” Steve’s voice reached you but it was so hard to open your eyes.

“Too soon? Steve, she's been here for two months. You can’t keep her locked up.”

That was Bucky. They were having a whispered argument. 

“It’s not about keeping her locked up. It’s about keeping her safe. She’s still the only person that knows the formula for the serum. Every agency and country in the world is going to come after her.” 

“Steve?” You asked. Everything was blurry, all you could make out was shapes moving around and that caused you to panic. “Steve?” 

“I’m right here. It’s ok.”

“I can’t see.”

“I know, it’s a side effect from the smoke grenades and the hit you took but it will clear up.” He reassured you while taking your hand. You breathed a sigh of relief at having him close.

“What happened?”

“Hydra. They made their way in to try and take you. Again.” 

“Was anyone hurt?”

“A few bumps and bruises. I think you got the worst of it.” He says as you feel his free hand cup your cheek.

“I thought I heard someone call my name right before I blacked out.”

“That was me. I wanted to surprise you, didn’t want to show up with you and take the attention away. You deserve the recognition. Bucky was with me too.” 

“Sorry your moment was ruined, darling.” Bucky murmurs. 

“I’m just sorry others got hurt because of me.” 

“They’ll be alright, just like you will. Why don’t you rest ok?” 

You just nod and turn your head toward the wall and away from him. Soon enough you fall asleep again. 

~~~~~~~~~

The first few days were difficult. The attack had been hard on you and you were told you needed to stay in bed rest for the next few days. That didn’t work for you and you had to sneak out of your shared apartment with Steve. It wasn’t easy because he rarely left your side but he had no choice on this specific morning. You took the opportunity and went down to Bruce’s lab.

****

“So this cable goes here, like this.”

“That’s correct.” Bruce looks over your work. “If you press this button you’ll be able to view the sample on the monitor.”

“That is so much easier on the eyes.” 

Bruce smiles which is something he rarely does. But it’s gone quickly and he’s moving on to teaching you the next thing. You take notes and it feels like being with Erskine again. The wave of emotion crashing down on you unexpectedly.

“Are you ok?” Bruce places a hand gently on your shoulder. 

“Yes, sorry. It’s just, this reminded me so much of being with Erskine. It feels weird, you know. To me everything that I lived through in the war happened like two months ago but really it’s been decades. I guess I just never really gave myself a chance to mourn and then I’ll do something that reminds me of my past. The Howlies, Erskine, Howard.” You sniffle. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t be dumping this on you.” 

“No, it’s ok. I’d like to think that we’re friends.” 

“We are.” You clear your throat and focus on the task at hand.  “Now you said that I can record what I’m looking at right?”

“Yeah, I’ll show you how.”

****

“Ready for your lesson?” Nat didn’t even look up from her spot on the sparring mat. 

“I am if you are.” 

“Always am.” She finally looks up at you, taking in your work out clothes. “Did you tell him yet?” 

“Tell Steve that I’m taking self defense? No. He’d probably freak out and lock me in our apartment.” 

“He’s just worried.” 

You nod as you walk toward the center of the mat where she was. “I know but I feel as if he’s keeping me prisoner. No matter what I say he always has an excuse as to why I can’t do something. As if I wasn’t there with him during the war. I need to be able to protect myself.” 

Nat gave you a sympathetic look.

“How do I get things back to what they used to be?” 

“Steve struggled with that too. Truth is that nothing will ever be how it was. You both have changed and so has the world around you. You’re different people now, there’s no use in trying to be what you were.” 

You realize that what Nat was saying is true. The only thing that hadn’t changed was how much you loved Steve. Your relationship with Steve felt so fragile at the moment. Mostly because when you met and started the relationship everything was happening so quickly. There was no time to second guess feelings when going on a mission could mean never seeing each other again. This was new territory for the two of you. 

Everything else had changed and you would have to accept that sooner rather than later.

 With a sigh and encouragement from Nat you took up your defensive stance and focused on sparring. You had only been sparring for a few minutes when you were startled by Steve.

“What the hell are you doing?” He stared at both you and Nat with a mixture of horror, concern and anger. 

You gave Nat a bit of a frown. 

“You should be on bedrest.” He reiterated the instructions just as he had a few times during the last few days.

“I’m fine.”

“So you’re just going against doctor’s orders?” 

“I’m a nurse, I think I know when I can push myself.” You and Steve just stare at each other. He clenched his jaw and you crossed your arms over your chest. 

Nat stood there, her gaze bouncing from you to Steve and back. She’d been in many different situations ranging from life threatening to ridiculous but this was the worst one. You both were her friends and she didn’t like seeing you fight but she also knew she couldn’t get in the middle of it. Slowly Nat moved away from the mats and left the two of you to work it out.

“Who’s idea was it?” Steve finally broke the tense silence. 

“Mine.” You replied. 

“Why didn’t you ask me for some training?”

“Because you would have said no.” 

“That’s not true.” Steve defends himself.

“Really? Fine. Steve, would you be willing to give me some self defense lessons so that the next time hydra tries to kidnap me I can fight back?” 

“They aren’t going to take you again, I won’t let them.” 

You sigh and your arms drop to your sides. Finally you look away from him as you think about what to say next. 

“We don’t know what they have planned but I know they’ll try. I’d rather know how to fight than be defenseless. If you won’t give me some lessons I will find someone that will do it.” You finally say before walking away. 

Steve could only watch you leave. That was his biggest fear, the not knowing. It made him feel like he was just that small kid from Brooklyn stepping up to fight the neighborhood bully. Except this time he wouldn’t walk away having lost a fight, there was a chance he’d lose you again and he couldn’t take that chance. If Steve lost you again there would be no coming back for him. He knew this, this fear kept him up at night. Partly due to him thinking of all the ways he could keep you safe and the other was to keep an eye on the bedroom door. 

Without much else to do Steve followed you back up to your shared apartment. He didn’t want to have this conversation. He didn’t want to show you how vulnerable he truly was but if that’s what he had to do to make you understand then he would do it. 

~~~~~~~~~~

Up in the apartment Steve found you in the kitchen finishing off a glass of water. He stood on the other side of the island and watched you for a minute. You looked over your shoulder and put the glass down before turning around completely and giving Steve your attention.

“I need to learn to defend myself.” 

“You need to rest and get better.” Steve counters. 

“I am better.” 

“You’re not cleared by a doctor, you could really hurt yourself or make an injury worse.” 

“I’m a nurse, I think I can handle myself.” You huff. 

“Things are different now. There are a lot of things that you didn’t know about back then.” Steve argues. “Medical issues that could sneak up on you if you don’t follow doctor’s orders.”

“So what? When we were in the middle of the war we didn’t have time to rest for weeks at a time. Besides, you can’t keep me locked away in this compound forever. What’s the worst that could happen if I have to leave this place?” 

“I could lose you!” Steve bellows. “I won’t lose you again. I can’t- I can’t live without you.” His voice cracks. “I won’t do it again.” There are unshed tears in his eyes and that softens your stance on the issue a little. 

You walked around the kitchen island and hugged him. Steve held you close as he fought back his tears. 

“I failed you back then and I’ll regret it every single day of my life.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I knew what I signed up for when I worked with Erskine. I knew the risks when I agreed to work with Howard.” You pull back to look at him. “Honey, I know you want to keep me safe but at some point we’ll have to be apart. I don’t want to be defenseless again. I was scared back then. Please understand why I need to do this. I trust that you would do everything you could to find me but what about if they actually get me? What do I do while I wait for you to find me? It scares the hell out of me to think about that.”

Steve took a deep breath in order to calm himself. He had never looked at it that way. 

“You must’ve been terrified.” He whispered before pulling back into his chest where he felt you nod your head. 

“It was horrible. Every second of it. Please don’t leave me defenseless.” 

“Ok, I’ll get you trained on a little bit of everything.” Steve kisses the top of your head. “But only after you’ve got the ok from the doctors.” 

“Fine.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a few months since your attempted kidnapping. While the Avengers were still on high alert for any signs that hydra might want to kidnap you again, things were going back to normal. Steve had created a training schedule for you and now you atleast felt confident in protecting yourself. Your relationship was also really starting to grow. During the war it was about survival and stolen moments. Now you’re free to really enjoy each other’s company and get to know each other better. 

In this time you’ve learned that you loved the little things Steve did for you just as much as the grand romantic gestures. You also learned that Steve loved it when you played with his hair and just kept your hands on him in general. But it was dancing in the living room at odd hours that you both enjoyed most. Especially when he would come back from a mission and even though he told you not to, you’d be waiting for him. It didn’t matter the hour. You needed to know he wasn’t hurt and even when he didn’t say it, you knew Steve needed to see you as soon as possible. After a difficult mission when his anxiety wouldn’t let him sleep you’d sit on the couch with his head on your lap, running your fingers through his hair until the tension melted from his shoulders. When that didn’t work you’d put music on and drag him to slow dance with you. Steve just needed to be held and you were more than happy to do that. 

****

“The blue shirt makes your eyes pop more. You know how much I love that.” You tell Steve while he holds out two shirts. Tony was throwing the first party at the compound in a while. “But wear whatever you feel more comfortable in.” 

“I’d be more comfortable if we didn’t go. We could always stay in bed, naked. Like we were earlier.” Steve stands behind you, his arms around your waist and chin in your shoulder.

“Stevie, honey, I know how you feel about the whole hydra thing. But we can’t stay stuck in this apartment forever. I’m already going stir crazy because I can’t leave the building.” You had stopped applying the finishing touches on your makeup and turned to give him your full attention. “How about we stay for an hour and come back?” 

The hopeful look in your eyes lessened Steve’s worries about the party. Yes he was worried about the threat hydra was but you were in the compound surrounded by agents and Avengers. There was no place safer. 

****

A couple of songs in and neither of you get tired of dancing. Steve still gets a bit overwhelmed with current music but you found out that you like having your back pressed against his chest as you sway your hips. There have been a few times when he has to hold your hips still and he whispers in your ear the rather naughty things he’s going to do to you. 

“I’ll be right back.” You tell Steve once you find Bucky at the Bar. Steve had just taken a seat but stood up again.

“Where are you going?”

“The ladies room. I’ll be back.” You kiss his cheek and head out toward the hallway. 

****

It all happened so fast. Inhumanly fast. One minute you were walking out of the ladies room and the next you were whirling through the compound. The only thing you managed to do was scream for dear life and watch as the emergency protocol activated. Unfortunately you were out the doors before the building shut down so now you found yourself tied up in a van with a team of armed men and a guy with silver hair. You can’t help the tears that immediately started flowing. 

“Please, not again.” You murmur, your eyes connecting with the silver haired man. 

“Shut up.” Someone else says and knocks you unconscious.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve couldn’t breathe when Friday announced that the emergency protocol had been activated. No one was allowed to move from where they were and all he wanted was to make sure you were ok. It took too long for his liking and Steve took off. He searched the bathroom closest to where the party was being held first. You weren’t there. Steve checked every single room he could until Tony called him into a meeting room. Everyone was waiting for him, serious expressions on their faces. The only person that wasn’t there was you. It only confirmed his worst fears. It was his worst nightmare come true. 

“Steve.” Tony said cautiously. 

“Who took her and what are we doing to find her?” 

“It was most likely Hydra. Although we don’t know who exactly.” Tony plays the security tapes in slow motion which show you leaving the bathroom when a blur passes in a flash and then you are gone. He’d followed the blur but you weren’t seen in the building again. 

“They’re enhanced, great.” Bucky shakes his head.

“I don’t care who it is and what abilities they have, find them so that I can end them and bring my girl home.” Steve grits out. Bucky stands and places a hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“We’ll find her.” 

“Last time you said that it took 70 years.” Steve’s anxious and angry and doing his best not to direct his anger at anyone. 

“Yeah well you have us this time around, we’ll find her.” Nat assured him. 

“Let's get to work.” Tony says and everyone goes off to do something. 

Steve stands in the now empty conference room feeling helpless. He hadn’t felt like that in years. This time though he’d burn the world just to find you. No one and nothing was going to stand in his way.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you feel groggy as you start to stir. With a groan you open your eyes, blinking slowly as you take in the space. It’s a small cell with a cot and barely any light. The events before this come flooding back and you feel your eyes water. 

“Not again.” You murmur. “Please not again.” 

The door creaks open and a large frame blocks the door and the light. You can’t tell who it is but it doesn’t matter because you’re being pulled up and out of the cell. Rough hands drag you down the hall and you fight every step of the way and actually manage to knock one of the guards down. But just like you hit the guards, they hit you back. Then you’re strapped to a chair in the middle of a room. While this is extremely familiar to you it still causes fear to finally set in. 

“The nurse that gave us the winter soldier.” The voice came from behind you. “You really gave us a hard time in finding you by hiding away with the Avengers. But no matter, you are finally back where you belong.” 

“Fuck you.” 

Your hair gets pulled back and a man with a buzzcut and what looks like a monocle is in your face. 

“Just because you have information we need, it does not mean you get to mouth off. I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do as I say.” The accent is barely there but still noticeable. He looks familiar but you can’t place it. 

“You’re going to regret this. You better count your days.”

The man smiles and lets go. 

“I like a challenge. You’ll submit to me long before the Avengers could ever find you.” 

You smile, just to taunt him. “You don’t realize you’ve pissed off Captain America. He won’t stop until he finds me. And when he does he’ll burn this place to the ground with you in it.” 

“I’d love to see him try. I have a few tricks up my sleeve. You’ve met one of them already.” 

You notice movement to your left and that same silvered hair man walks into view. Next to him is a woman with long auburn hair, there’s so much more anger in her eyes. It makes you wonder what they’ve been through. 

“They’re practically kids.” You murmur as you turn your attention back to your capture. “I’ve met men like you.” 

“I would hope so, my grandfather and father worked for hydra when you were held.” 

“Yeah? Who were they? Who are you?” 

“I’m Baron Von Strucker.” 

“Von Strucker, I remember them.” You nod.

“They were great men and I plan to follow in their footsteps.” 

“They were cowards.” There’s a stinging sensation on your cheek before you even realize that his hand connected with your face. “It’s true. They were nothing to hydra. They hid in the basement and did their little experiments, mostly on me, but they accomplished nothing. Pathetic little men that hid behind children and women because they couldn’t do anything worthy.” 

“SHUT UP!” Von Strucker hit you again, this time hard enough to knock the chair you were in back. “Your life is in my hands and you will show me respect.” 

You weren’t focusing on him, your attention was on the two other people in the room. The woman’s eyes softened before looking at the floor and the man that had taken you was also looking away. They both stood there silently but fidgeting. This made them uncomfortable and it made you hope that they weren’t exactly like the rest of the people here. 

“Take her to her cell. No one talks to her. Maybe some isolation will remind her how things work around here.” 

You don’t fight when two guards grab you and drag you to a cell that hasn’t seen the light of day since the place was built. It didn’t matter how long they’d keep you in there, you knew Steve wouldn’t stop looking for you. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A chair flew through the glass wall of the conference room. Glass shards littered the floor both in the conference room and the hallway. It was taking all of Bucky, Sam and Clint to restrain Steve.

“What do you mean you haven’t found anything? It’s been weeks. The longer we wait the less chance we have of finding her.” Steve yelled. “You said you’d find her Stark, so fucking do it.” 

“Steve, you need to cool it. We aren’t going to let you go until you do.”

Steve glared at Clint but ultimately he stopped struggling against all three men. Clint pulled away first and then Sam but Bucky kept his arms around Steve’s chest just in case he wanted to try and lunge at Tony again. 

“We’ll find her but there are a lot of hydra bases that we still don’t know about. Y/N could be anywhere. I won’t stop until she’s back home.” Tony tries to assure him. 

Steve is breathing heavily, his neck is red and the color seems to creep up his jaw. When he first woke up in the present his first thought was how all of the technology would have helped him find you back when you were taken. Now it seemed like it didn’t matter. There was nothing in this world that would help Steve get to you but he couldn’t lose hope, he wouldn’t.

“Give me the list of potential hydra bases and I’ll work surveillance.” Steve said after a moment. 

“So you can go in there shield blazing? I don’t think it’s a good idea, Cap. If we go in with half assed information we might lose her for good.” 

“You know Tony’s right Steve. We’ll find a lead and we’ll get Y/N back.” Bucky says.

Steve’s shoulders slump and he nods in agreement. He’s trying so hard to not break down. He still feels guilty about losing you the first time but now he can’t and won’t forgive himself. You trusted that he would keep you safe but he let you down again. 

With the burden of knowing they weren’t any closer to finding you, Steve leaves the conference room. He has barely stepped a foot into your shared apartment. There are too many things that remind him of you now and he just couldn’t be there without you. Instead Bucky was letting Steve stay in his spare room in order to keep an eye on him. It wasn’t helping, since Steve was slowly but surely spiraling and Bucky wasn’t sure he would be able to help his friend. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You felt sick. It had been weeks since you were taken and Strucker had made your life a living hell. He kept you completely isolated for a long time. Reality was starting to feel warped and you felt as if you were going to die. 

When you were finally granted a reprieve from your solitude you were dragged through the hall of the old building. Even if you were allowed to walk, you were too weak to hold yourself up. You’d been dumped in an empty room and you stayed curled up in a ball at the center. At the sounds of footsteps you tilt your head back. The twins, as everyone calls them, walked into the room. Pietro and Wanda were their names from the whispers you’d heard. 

Your vision was blurred and you were so thirsty. You wanted to reach out to ask them for help but at the same time they had been a witness to what was being done to you and they stood by. Pietro had been the one to take you from the compound so you couldn’t trust him anyway. 

“Doing… can’t…” you heard the whispered murmurs. “Help… dead.” 

You blinked slowly when the lights above you had been blocked. 

“Are you ok?” Wanda asked in a whisper as she stared down at you. 

You just blinked, too tired to say anything, your thoughts were loud and clear though. “Fuck you and your brother.” 

Wanda flinched and took a step back. 

“What was that, sister?” 

“She said fuck us both.” Wanda relays your thoughts and you furrow your brows in confusion.

Pietro can’t help but chuckle. He steps beside you and crouches. His eyes are concerned and for a moment you believe the sincerity behind it.

“I am sorry, really. This is not what we thought would happen.” He moves some hair out of your face but you smack his hand away with what little strength you have. 

“Hydra lied? What a surprise.” 

“What is hydra?” Wanda stepped closer. “We’ve heard this term before but don’t know what it is.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, too tired to continue the conversation. “You read minds don’t you?” You murmured.

“I do.”

“Read mine, see for yourself the monsters you work for.” You say before falling asleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A quick, sharp slap to your face wakes you up. You’re tied to a chair in the middle of a lab. A table full of instruments sits nearby and Strucker standing in front of you. 

“Welcome back. I hope that you’ve had enough time to realize that being disrespectful will get you nowhere.” He says. 

You look around the room and spot Pietro and Wanda. There are a few guards and some assistants waiting for their orders.

“So tell me, are you ready to cooperate?” 

You open your mouth to say something but Wanda shakes her head. Eyes go red and you hear her voice in your head.

“Go along with what he says. You need to live, you both do.” 

You furrow your brows. What did she mean by ‘you both do’? 

“Yes.” You rasp out. 

Strucker’s smile is wicked as he leans down and gets in your face. “I knew you’d break easily.” He stands back up and places his hands behind his back. “Now, it’s simple what I want from you. I want you to recreate the serum. We will get started tomorrow morning. Guards take her to her new cell and I guess she can have something to drink, since she’s decided to behave.” 

The guards undo your restraints and grab you roughly. There’s a little flash of red in your peripheral and suddenly the guards are being more gentle with you. 

The cell you’re taken to at least had a window and a cot. It’s an old uncomfortable looking thing but it’s better than cold hard stones. You’re dumped on the floor again and the door is closed without a word. 

“Wanda? Are you there? Can you hear me?” You thought.

“I’m here. Pietro and I-we’re sorry. We didn’t know who you were. Strucker told us you worked with Stark. That’s who he said we were after.” 

“What does Tony have to do with anything?”

“There are more important things to worry about right now.” Wanda’s voice echoed in your head. 

“What did you mean when you said ‘you both have to live’?” 

“Y/N, I overheard Strucker. The doctors in the lab did some tests while you were unconscious. He said you’re pregnant and that he plans to use the baby to force you to work for him.” Wanda says softly. 

“I’m pregnant?” You asked in disbelief, your hand instinctively resting over your midsection.

“You didn’t know? I’m so sorry Y/N. Pietro and I will help you out of here. We don’t want to work with these monsters anymore. Just give us time.”

“Ok, I’ll trust you both. When the Avengers show up I’ll make sure they help you get out too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve was tired of waiting. He was done sitting on the sidelines and doing nothing to find you. The team was aware of his restlessness and kept a close eye on him. But his determination was stronger than any plan they had in place. 

So under the cover of night, Steve slips out of Bucky’s apartment. He’d studied the security cameras and knew all the blind spots. Steve stuck to the shadows until he reached the hangar and headed for one of the quinjets. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bucky’s voice broke the silence. He stepped out of the darkness and into the dimly lit night. 

“I’m going to find her.” 

“You’re going to get her killed if you’re reckless.” 

Steve turned to his lifelong friend. He was angry and tired of not knowing anything. “What am I supposed to do? Sit here until we know she’s dead for sure?” 

“This could hurt our chances of finding her. If hydra starts talking that Captain America is making the rounds we might not find her at all.” 

“We have no chances right now. There isn’t even a whisper of her name or description. We have nothing so I’m going to go find something.” Steve said through gritted teeth. “Now are you going to stop me or are you letting me go?” 

“I’m going with you.” Bucky said, leaving no room for discussion. “You’re going to need back up and I won’t be the one to tell Y/N your dumbass died looking for her.” 

“Fine but we should leave now.” 

Steve heads to the closest jet and gets in with Bucky following closely behind. 

“Good, you’re here.” Nat turned in her seat. “Sam, we’re ready to go.” 

“You got it Red.” 

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve is caught by surprise. 

“Did you think we’d let you do this alone?” Sam shakes his head as he turns back to the controls. “We knew you’d do something dumb sooner or later and we made a plan.” 

“Yeah, Rogers. Now let’s go find your girl.” 

The four of them would sneak off as often as they could. Chasing whispers and rumors as to where you might be. It was better than sitting at the compound and doing nothing. Steve wouldn’t stop until he got a lead. He would bring you home this time no matter what it took.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were exhausted but you had to keep pushing forward. Strucker did reveal the fact that you were pregnant and used your unborn baby to get you to do what he wanted. He wanted you to recreate the serum and make it even stronger. You did the best you could to make it seem like you were doing what he’d ask but really you were buying time until Steve would find you. At least you hoped he would.

Wanda and Pietro did the best to protect you. But it was hard for them as well. They had to realize and accept that the people they were working for weren’t good. You saw how much this truth affected them and the longer you were held prisoner the angrier they got. 

“How are you feeling?” Wanda whispers as you take her blood. 

“So tired and sick. I’m scared I could lose the baby.” 

“We won’t let that happen.”

You look up at her with tired and worry filled eyes. “We both know you can’t promise that. If Steve doesn’t get here soon, I think I’ll never see him again. And our baby will never be safe.” Your bottom lip trembled.

“Y/N-“ 

“What’s going on here?” Strucker’s voice boomed through the lab. His eyes were zeroed in on Wanda’s hand as she tried to comfort you. 

“Nothing.” You say quickly. “I was drawing her blood like you asked.” 

His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You know Wanda, I think I’ve been giving you too much freedom. Maybe I should remind you who is in charge here.” 

“You can try.” Her eyes glow red and you move away from them. “But I don’t think you would like the outcome of this fight.”

Strucker grins. “I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your ruthlessness. You,” he points at you. “Keep working. I want the serum soon.” 

You nod and move back to your station. This was too much for you to handle and you started to believe that maybe Steve wouldn’t find you on time. 

~~~~~~~~

For weeks you were pushed to your limits but you did as you were told in order to keep your baby safe. Everyday you bit your tongue and kept your head down. You didn’t want to admit it but you were starting to lose hope. Wanda and Pietro were trying their best to protect you but Strucker caught on to their plan and would keep the three of you separated. All you wanted was for your baby to be safe and for Steve to know about him or her. 

The one thing you did have control over was the serum and no matter what happened you would never give Strucker the full formula. But you could deceive him, hopefully, long enough to give the twins a chance to get you out of here. At least that was the plan. Every night when you were dragged back to your cell you could hear Wanda’s voice in your head telling you the progress, albeit small, they had made to get out and take you with them. This night was no different.

“Everything will be ok, little one.” You spoke to your small round belly. The baby moved in response. 

“I think we can leave in two days. Hang in there.” 

****

You’d barely gotten to sleep when the door to your cell flew open. Two armed guards walked in and grabbed you. Like every single time before, you kicked and punched and tried to pull yourself free from their hold but it never worked. You were thrown on the floor of the lab, you cradled your small bump in order to protect your child. 

“You have been lying to me.” Strucker’s voice boomed as he paced back and forth. “The formula is worthless, you idiot.” He stopped and stared down at you. “I’m giving you two options right now. Give me the correct formula or you’ll never have that child.” 

“No, please.” You cry out.

“Then what will it be?” 

“Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll finish the serum.” 

Rough hands grab you from the floor and push you harshly towards your station. Strucker stands behind you and grabs you by the back of your neck. You wince when he pulls you back roughly. 

“If you try to deceive me again, I will kill you.” Strucker threatens before walking out. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Strucker had you working around the clock. You weren’t sure how it was possible to be an even worse human being but he figured out a way. Because of your deception now Wanda and Pietro were paying the price as well. They kept Wanda sedated enough to not be able to use her powers and Pietro was kept chained up. You could see how it was affecting the both of them and realized they were just ticking time bombs. As the serum neared its completion you worried that this would be the end for you. 

“You aren’t lying to me are you?” Stucker looks down at you.

“No. The serum is finished.” 

“Good. Bring him in.” 

The guards open a door and Pietro is pulled in. He fights against his restraints and captors. 

“Administer the serum to him.” 

“No I can’t.” You protest. 

Strucker slaps you hard. “Don’t disobey orders.” 

“No, you don’t get it. The serum is not made for someone who has an ability already. For all I know it could kill him.”

“I don’t care.” 

Tears pool in your eyes as you grab the syringe with the serum. You hesitate as you walk toward Pietro.

“It’s ok. I deserve it for bringing you here.” He says softly. 

“You don’t.”

“Look after Wanda for me ok? She will be all alone.” 

You cry silently as you bring the needle to Pietro’s neck.

~~~~~~~~~~

Tony fires a small explosive toward the building. He informs the team to move in as he flies overhead and takes down a few more guards. 

From the ground Steve runs through the forest at full speed. He only stops to fight the armed guards that stand in his way. It has been four months since you’d been taken and he has not stopped looking for you. He had done a few questionable things but he didn’t regret it if it meant bringing you back home alive and well. 

Bucky is right behind Steve. He’s fighting just as hard to get you back. It hasn’t been easy for him to see the way his best friend has lost himself in his sorrows over losing you again. With every step he takes closer to the hydra facility they’re attacking, Bucky gains more hope. He knows you have to be there and he’ll make sure that you’re reunited with Steve if it’s the last thing he does. 

“Remember, the mission is to find Y/N and bring her out safely. After that we can deal with everyone else. We can burn this place to the ground for all I care.” Steve says over comms before looking at Bucky and Sam who lands right behind them. “Are you two ready?” 

Both men nod. At this moment their only job is to support Steve. 

“In position Cap.” Nat says through comms. 

“Security system has been disengaged. You’re free to enter.” 

“Thanks, Stark. Everyone move in now.” Steve orders and everyone rushes in. 

The hallways of the building are in utter chaos as people surge forward to fight against the team. But Steve was relentless as he pushed forward. He wouldn’t leave this building without you. So if he had to fight every single person here, he would.

~~~~~~~~~~

“What the hell is happening?” Strucker yelled as the building rocked from what sounded like an explosion. 

Hope builded quickly that it could be Steve. That he finally found you and was here to save you. You took the opportunity of the distraction and threw the syringe on the floor and stepped on it. Everyone in the lab started running around so you grabbed Pietro and led him to a corner.

“Take this off.” Pietro shuffles in his restraints. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” The guard that had brought Pietro in rushes up to you. 

You don’t respond, instead you punch him in the face. He stumbles back and you take advantage, grabbing the keys and set Pietro free. 

“Hold on.”

“Pietro, wait. No this isn’t-” You scream while being set down in a safer part of the base. 

“Stay here, I’ll get Wanda.” 

A few seconds later Wanda and Pietro are standing in front of you. 

“Stay together. I will help your friends.” Pietro says before hugging his sister. “Please be careful. I’ll see you soon.” 

“We shouldn’t stay here.” Wanda grabs your hand and you begin to move down the hall. She stumbles a bit and you notice her eyes are glazed over. She’s still drugged. “There should be an exit close by.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve pushed through every single blow, gunshot and attack that came his way. Tony had just confirmed your whereabouts within the building and he was going to get to you one way or another. It was just one more hallway and a turn around the corner and you should be there. A blur of silver flashes by him and Steve stops in his tracks as it comes back around. 

“Captain, My name is Pi-” Pietro is cut off when Steve punches him in the face causing his nose to bleed before grabbing Pietro by the front of his shirt.

“You’re the one who took Y/N from me. Where is she?” Steve was seething. 

“With my sister. She is safe. I’m sorry I didn’t know.” 

“Take me to her. She better be ok or I will end you, kid.” 

Pietro leads Steve to where he left you.

“Pietro, hurry. Strucker has found us.” 

“We have to hurry. Strucker has them. This way.” Pietro runs further into the belly of the building with Steve following closely behind. 

They turn a corner and for the first time in months Steve sees you. You’re in a dirty hospital gown, your hair is disheveled and overall you look exhausted. 

****

“Let her go, now.” You breathe a sigh of relief at the sound of Steve’s voice. 

He’s covered in sweat, dirt and blood but you have never been happier to see him. 

“Well look at who we have here. Captain America, here for his whore.” 

Steve straightens his posture. There’s a fire in his eyes you’ve only seen during the war and even now it’s more intense. 

“It must be nice to hide behind the shield.” Strucker says. “To let your uniform define you. You were a waste.” 

Steve throws his shield to the side and removes his cowl. “Why don’t I show you what I can do without the shield.”

“I would but we must get going. Say goodbye to your whore.” 

Strucker pulls you by your hair while you struggle against him.

“Steve, please.” You call out to him, crying because you are so scared and tired of everything. 

“Get your shield Captain.” Pietro whispers. “I will get her out of the way and then you can move in.”

Steve quickly grabs his shield. In a quick movement you’re right behind him and he launches the shield toward Strucker. He falls backward towards the wall and then Pietro grabs him. 

“Where is my sister?” 

“You’ll never see her again.” Strucker spits out. 

“Pietro, they took her that way.” Pietro looks around the corner and back at you. “Go get her.” 

Bucky and Sam show up behind you and Steve instructs them to grab Strucker before turning to you. 

“Sweetheart-”

“I knew you would find me. I knew it.” You start crying uncontrollably in Steve’s arms.

“Let’s get you out of here.” 

Steve picks you up bridal style and starts walking back the way they came. He has to keep his emotions in check even though he wants to cry with you. This isn’t like last time, he just has to remember that.

“Wait, we can’t leave Pietro and Wanda.” You sniffle.

“Pietro was the one who kidnapped you. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him.” 

“Please Steve, you have to bring them back. They’re just kids that were fed lies. Their country is at war and they wanted to do the right thing. They kept me safe all this time.” 

Steve gives you a stiff nod but doesn’t say much else until you’re in the safety of the quinjet and being looked over by Bruce. You hear Steve say a few things but you’re so tired that you slip in and out of consciousness. 

“Sweetheart?” Steve calls you softly until you open your eyes. “We found them. Pietro and Wanda are on their way and then we can go home.”

“Good.” You close your eyes for a moment feeling the exhaustion from the last few weeks finally catching up with you before your eyes pop open again. “Steve.”

“What is it Sweetheart?”

“You have to know something.”

“Whatever it is, it can wait, ok?” Steve kisses your forehead and takes your hand. “Just rest.”

“It can’t.” You move his hand to rest over your midsection and you watch confusion color Steve’s eyes. 

“What happened? Are you hurt? Bruce, come take a look.” 

Bruce turns around from where he was looking at the computer screen. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know it’s right here.” Steve points at your belly. “It feels swollen.”

“I’m going to take a look which means pulling up the hospital gown.” 

“Ok.” You murmur as your eyes begin to close. 

“Steve, I think Y/N is pregnant.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The air wasn’t stale. That’s the first thing you noticed. Then it was the beeping and the comfortable bed you were laying in. As consciousness began to consume you, hope filled your chest that you were actually home and your rescue hadn’t been a dream. You open your eyes slowly and realize that it’s the middle of the night. Steve is sitting by the bed, his arms folded over his chest and his head tilted forward, he was asleep and looked uncomfortable. 

“Steve.” You whispered with a raspy voice. It was enough to wake him up though. 

“Sweetheart?” Steve stood up so fast he kicked his chair over. He took your hand in his and immediately kissed it. 

“I’m so glad you’re awake, you had me scared for a while.” He says. “Friday, inform the nursing staff that Y/N is awake.” Steve tells the A.I. “How are you feeling?”

“Thirsty. Still tired and achy.” 

The nurses walk in and Steve informs them that you’re thirsty. Bruce walks in a few minutes later and they all hover over you for a few minutes. They take your vitals and ask some questions before they finally give you space and Steve can be at your side again. After drinking some water you are able to talk better.

“How long was I asleep for?”

“Two weeks.” Steve teared up and it broke your heart. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” 

“Lay down with me.” You moved to make some space for him. 

“I shouldn’t. You need to be as comfortable as possible.” 

“Steve what are you-“ you gasped as your hand went to your belly. “The baby, is the baby ok?” 

Steve smiles. “Strong heartbeat and growing how he or she should be growing.” 

You started crying, happy tears this time and Steve finally moved to sit beside you. He carefully pulled you into his chest and the tension left his body. You were really here in his arms. The nightmare was over.

“What’s wrong?” 

“I’m just relieved that I’m out of that hellhole and that the baby is ok. That you saved me. I knew you would. I was scared you’d never get to know about our baby.” 

“I’m so sorry sweetheart. All of this was my fault.” He murmurs into the top of your head as he finally embraces you.

“Why is it your fault?”

“Because I didn’t protect you.” 

“Steve, honey, that son of a bitch wanted me because I know how to create the serum. He would have found a way to get to me. That’s not your fault.” You look up at him through wet lashes. “I know you’ll always blame yourself for this but I don’t. At some point you’re going to have to forgive yourself.” 

“Maybe, but not today.” 

“Still so damn stubborn.” You murmur, getting a chuckle out of him. 

“C'mon you need to rest.” 

“Ok,” you yawn. “Only if you stay on the bed with me though.” 

“But you need your space so that you can be comfortable.” 

“No. I need you close. Please? I need to feel safe. You make me feel safe.” Even though it was over it didn’t mean the fear you’d felt for the past few months would just be gone. It was still there and you knew that it would always stay there.

“Ok.” Steve relented. If his best girl needed to feel safe he’d make sure she was. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“There’s our fighter.” Bucky announced from the doorway. It was early the next day when the team started to come in to see you. Bucky being the first. He had a huge flower arrangement in his hand and a teddy bear. 

You were shuffling out of the bathroom with Steve’s help after finally being able to shower. 

“Bucky.” You opened your arms and accepted his embrace happily. 

“Darling, how are you feeling?” 

“So much better. How are you? How is everyone?” 

“I’m good. Relieved that you’re finally back. Everyone is anxious to see you. I had to beat them with a stick to get in here first.” He jokes as he helps you get back in bed. “Everyone is excited for the baby too. The first Avenger’s first baby. It’s kind of a big deal and I’m more than happy to be the favorite uncle.” 

“After all the shit you pulled in Europe? I don’t know if you’d be a good influence.” 

Bucky was shocked at your response. “You say that as if Steve isn’t standing right there. You know that baby has half of his genes right?” 

You laughed and nodded before looking lovingly up at Steve. He’s already looking at you with a soft smile. 

“You’re right. I’m going to need all the help I can get.” 

Bucky and Steve chuckle before they get a bit more serious. 

“I’m happy you’re back, darling. We were a mess without you.” 

“I missed you too, Bucky. Thank you for looking out for Steve.” No one had to tell you anything about it, you just knew he did. 

“Well as much as I loved to do it, it’s your responsibility again. So have fun with that.” Bucky joked before he smiled softly at you. “I’ll let you rest. Call me if you need anything.” 

“Thank you Buck.”  

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and left. The rest of the day the team kept coming in and out of your room. All of them congratulating you and Steve on the baby and telling you how much you’d been missed. Fortunately the last of your visitors was leaving because you were exhausted. 

“Why don’t you go up to the apartment and rest?” You told Steve although you were afraid of being left alone. 

“I’ll leave this room when you do.” 

You smiled as he placed his hand on your bump for the hundredth time that day. Your hand rests on top of his.

“I still can’t believe we’re going to be parents.” He says. 

“I know. I hope he or she gets your artistic abilities and not your rebellious tendencies.” 

Steve laughs and shakes his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

There’s a knock at the door and it opens just enough for someone to peek in.

“Wanda! How could I have forgotten about you? Please come in.” You sit up a bit more in bed.

Wanda opens the door to reveal Pietro just behind her. His eyes shift from you to Steve, who is now standing beside you in a much more rigid pose.

“Pietro.” You smile at him. He’s obviously nervous, they both are. “Please come in. How are the two of you doing?” 

“We’re ok. It’s a big adjustment but Stark was kind enough to set us up in our own apartment. And we can leave when we wish.” He says. “Who would have thought it was so easy.”

“You see, Tony’s not what he seems. At least not anymore. Will you be staying and working with the team?” 

“We don’t know.” Wanda says quietly. “We’re not sure what’s going to happen with us now.” 

You look from them to Steve who hasn’t said a word. “Well? Are they going to work with the team or not?” 

“He kidnapped you. He should be grateful that he can even walk right now.” Steve snapped, all his anger directed at Pietro.

“Steve, you have to understand them. They thought they were doing the right thing by signing up to fight for a war. Something you can relate to. Besides, they trusted someone who lied to them. Once Pietro and Wanda realized what was going on they were taking care of me. Of us.” You say while placing your hand on your swollen belly.

“We had a plan. We were going to escape.” 

“When?” 

“We had to be cautious so planning the escape was taking time.” Wanda answers. “But we would have left two days after the day you showed up.”

“We weren’t walking around freely. Wanda and I were prisoners too. We were just to blind by anger to see it. But we promise we only want to help people.” 

Steve didn’t look too convinced but you couldn’t blame him. After all, Pietro had been the one to kidnap you. But in some weird way you could understand why they did what they did. You had, afterall, been involved in the project that created the super soldier. Strucker made the Avengers look like villains. It was easy to manipulate the mind of people that were grieving and fighting to live one more day.

“I guess we can figure out how you could help. It’ll be on a trial basis only to begin with.” Steve says after a moment. 

Wanda and Pietro smiled before excusing themselves to let you rest. Steve finally relaxed and laid back down next to you. 

“Promise me you’ll give them a fair chance.” 

“I’ll try.” Steve says. “Honestly, I was trying really hard to not punch him again.” 

You laugh and rest your head against his chest. “Don’t worry you’re going to be too busy soon enough to even think about punching Pietro again.”

“We should start thinking about names.” Steve places his hand over your swollen belly once more. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Woah, where do you think you’re going?” Steve jogged to your side of the bed. 

“I need to use the bathroom. Again.”

“Let me help you.” He held his hands out and helped you out of bed.

You were so close to your due date. While you loved the fact that you were going to have a baby with the love of your life, you were also tired of being pregnant. 

Everything either ached or was sensitive or was swollen. You were ready to have this baby. It didn’t help that because of the way the first part of the pregnancy went, you were considered high risk. Well that and the fact that you were technically in your late 90s. No one was sure what would happen. 

The last few weeks you were meant to be on bed rest. Fortunately Steve had stopped going on missions when you were given this information and he was right by your side to help with whatever you needed. 

It was amazing having him close by. All you had to do was call him and he’d be right by your side. He’d been wonderful throughout the rest of the pregnancy. So excited to feel the baby moving under his touch. Steve had already collected a rather large book selection so that he could always read the baby a bedtime story. The two of you read every pregnancy and baby book available in order to be ready. But when your water breaks you feel as unprepared as ever. 

“Stevie, honey,” you stop halfway to the bathroom. 

“What is it, Sweetheart?” 

“I think my water just broke.” 

“Oh, uh-ok. It’s fine, you’re fine. We can do this.” Steve is starting to panic. “I have a plan.” 

“What’s your plan, Honey?” 

“Well, it’s a good one.” He nods but doesn’t move from his place beside you. When you look up at him you can see the worry all over his face. “What if it’s not good enough for you?”

“Honey, I think you’re starting to panic.” You say as calmly as possible. 

“No. I’m fine. Really, you don’t have to worry about me.” 

“Friday could you please tell Sam, Bucky and Nat that I need them here asap tell them it’s code Baby.” 

“Of course Ms. Y/L/N.” 

A few minutes later your three friends are rushing through the door. 

“Hi guys.” 

“Darling, what’s going on? Why does Steve look so pale?” Bucky is the first one at your side. 

“Because my water just broke.” 

“It’s finally happening.” Sam says excitedly.

“Ok boys, you know the deal. Bucky, take Y/N down to the medbay. I’ll handle your overnight bag and the baby’s bag. Sam, you’re on Steve duty.” 

You smile at them before calling Steve’s name one more time. Bucky takes your hand and with the other he supports your back. 

“Wait, give me a second.” You mutter while placing a hand over your lower belly. “Uuuhhh.” You whimper a bit. 

“That’s the first contraction.” 

“Contraction?” Steve finally snaps out of whatever it is he’s going through and stands beside you again.

“How much did it hurt?” Bucky asks.

“Enough, they’re only going to get worse.”

“Let’s get you downstairs then.” Steve offers his arm and they both walk you down.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After hours of waiting and worries and pain. Steve at your side catering to your every need. The team in the waiting room anxiously wanting to hear the good news. 

You had a healthy baby boy. 

He was perfect and you knew he’d take after Steve in his looks but you didn’t care. Now there would be a mini version of the man you loved running around and you couldn’t be happier. Steve stared down at his son in awe. He was sitting in the hospital bed next to you as you cradled the infant in your arms. Both of you were enthralled by his tiny existence. 

“He’s perfect.” You murmur while running your finger from the bridge of his nose to the tip, booping his little button nose. 

“I never thought I would love anyone as much as I do but I feel like my heart is going to explode every time I look at him.” 

“Me too.” You agree with Steve. 

“I love you, thank you for giving me our son. Thank you for everything. I don’t think I could ever give back what you’ve given me.” Steve says before kissing your temple. “But I hope I can try and repay you the rest of my life, if you let me.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

You turn as you feel Steve shuffle off the bed and kneel beside it. When you look down at him he has a beautiful diamond ring in hand.

“Steve…” 

“This isn’t how I planned it but I can’t wait anymore. You are everything to me. Even after everything you’ve been through, you’re still the same loving and caring person I met years ago. You’ve given me more than I’ve ever deserved and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Y/N will you marry me?” 

You started crying. It wasn’t a cute sort of crying, it was very much an ugly cry but you nodded your head anyway because you couldn’t think of anything better than spending the rest of your life with Steve. He gets up and places the ring on your finger before cupping your face and giving you a sweet, loving and gentle kiss. 

“Sweetheart, don’t cry.” Steve tries to wipe away your tears.

“I can’t help it. I’m just so happy and I’m also a mess right now.” 

“You just gave birth. You’re allowed to be a mess.” 

After a few minutes of Steve giving you hugs, reassuring words and kisses you finally calm down. 

“We still have to name him. And let the team in.” You say.

“I think I have a name but tell me what you think.” 

The team shuffled in one by one, after you freshened up of course. All of them were excited to meet the newest addition to the family. Sam and Bucky of course bickering about who would hold the baby first. 

“Boys, that’s enough.” You say and they quiet down. 

Everyone’s eyes are on the little sleeping form in your arms. 

“Everyone, we'd like you to officially meet our son.” Steve says while standing beside you. 

“What’s his name?” 

“We decided to name him after a very dear friend and the reason we met in the first place.” Steve says fondly while looking down at you. “Everyone meet James Abraham Rogers.” 

Bucky stared at the two of you in shock. You could only smile. 

“Would you like to hold him, Buck?”

“Are you sure? I mean-” Bucky motions towards his left arm.

“We trust you.” 

With tears in his eyes Bucky walks over and lets you place the baby in his arms. He’ll never admit to it but he’d been practicing how to hold babies by using a stuffie. “Hi buddy, I’m your Uncle Bucky.” 

Slowly everyone eventually got a chance to hold the baby. Sam and Bucky were still bickering who would be little James’ favorite uncle. Now though Bucky was able to use the fact that James had been named after him. Steve had to stop the arguing a few times. As Wanda handed you the baby back she noticed your ring.

“You’re engaged? When did this happen?” 

Steve tells them the story and how it happened only moments before they walked in. Everyone congratulates you on the baby and the engagement before leaving you alone. It was good timing because James was starting to get fussy. You and Steve got to work on changing his diaper and getting him fed. 

~~~~~~~~~~~

Being new parents was a whole new challenge for the both of you. All of the parenting books couldn’t help you to change what felt like the thousandth diaper of the day. But you nor Steve would change it for the world. It was exhausting but rewarding. 

Seeing Steve step into fatherhood was the most beautiful thing ever. With everything he did there was so much care and thought put into it. He was still a loving, caring and supportive partner which made things better for you and vice versa. 

“Need anything Sweetheart?” Steve was walking into your room. 

“Could you maybe fluff up my pillow?” 

You were currently feeding your son and couldn’t really move around. 

“Of course.” Steve stopped at your side and did as you asked before kissing the top of your head. “Better?” 

“Much better, thank you.” 

“How’s our boy doing with the added ounces?” 

“He’s loving it.” You chuckle as you look down at your son. “He’s growing so fast I feel like I can’t keep up.” 

“Must be the serum. Are you worried?” 

This was always a sore spot for Steve. The possibility of his son being sick or getting sick easily always weighed on him. The fact that little James was so different from other children worried him to no end.

“Absolutely not. His pediatrician said he’s hitting all of the developmental milestones. Our son is healthy, honey. If anything the serum will keep him from getting sick. It’s a good thing.” 

“I know.” 

“Look at that, he’s all done.” You say while wiping the excess milk from around his mouth. “He’s in a little milk coma.” 

“Let me take him so that you can rest.”

You smile at Steve as he grabs your son to immediately start burping him. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Steve was in James’ nursery reading him a bedtime story. He was just about to be six months old. It was odd how time moved so quickly yet slow at the same time. Jamie was so big but still so little. You adored him. You also adored seeing Steve interact with him. They loved each other so much you loved to be around them. 

“The end.” Steve said slowly. You stood in the doorway watching Steve close the book and set it down. “Now let’s get you into your crib. I got a date with your mama.” 

After Steve had settled James into his crib for the night he met you at the door. 

“You look beautiful.” He whispers.

“It feels nice to be dressed up in something other than leggings and t-shirts.” 

“Well you pull both looks off very well. Alright sweetheart, I hope you’re ready for our date.” Steve grabs the baby monitor and leaves the door ajar. 

Steve silently leads you to the living room which had been transformed. The furniture was pushed out of the way and where the coffee table once sat was a picnic. Fairy lights hung from one side of the room to the other. The tv was gone, leaving the wall blank. Steve remedied that by turning on a projector with a movie already queued up, one you still hadn’t seen. 

“This is wonderful.” You smiled as you took a seat on the picnic blanket. 

The two of you cuddled and watched the movie while snacking on everything Steve had packed. Steve ended the night by putting on a playlist he had carefully curated for the two of you and dancing. 

You had your head against Steve’s chest while he swayed with you. There was no mistaking the dopey grin on your face.

“What are you thinking about?”

“I was just remembering the night you walked me back to my room at boot camp.” 

“When you kissed my cheek?” 

“Yeah.” Your smile widens.

“Why?” 

You pull back to look at him. “You were so cute. I really wanted to drag you into my room with me.” 

Steve laughs but his cheeks turn a light shade of pink. 

“What? It’s true.” 

“You would have given me a heart attack, Sweetheart.” 

“Good thing I was a nurse. I would have fixed you right up.”

Steve shakes his head but meets you halfway for a kiss.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

James was a wonderful baby. He was sweet and easy going although he was starting to show his mischievous side, something you blamed completely on Steve. He was also starting to show his strength. Like the time he had a temper tantrum while holding his bottle and crushed it with his little hands. It didn’t matter to you or Steve though, like everything else in your life and relationship you learned and adjusted. 

“There’s my best guy.” Steve had just walked into your shared home after being away on a mission. “And my best girl.” 

“Hi Honey.” You say from your place on the floor where you’re playing with your almost one year old. He looked so much like Steve it was ridiculous.

“Hi Sweetheart. I missed you both so much.” 

“We missed you too.” You grab James and stand him up, turned so that he can see his daddy clearly. “Didn’t we baby.” 

James starts doing grabby hands, kicking his feet and babbling when he sees Steve. “Dada. Dada.” James calls out excitedly. You set him on his feet hoping that he’ll finally take his first steps. 

“Hi bubs. Were you waiting for me?” 

“Dada.” Jamie does grabby hands again as he wobbles on his feet. 

“C’mon you can do it. Can you walk over to dada?” Steve kneels and holds out his arms.

You had to put a hand over your mouth to stop the excited scream as Jamie did take his first step. Then another until he managed to get to Steve who picked him up and peppered his face with kisses. Jamie laughed at the feeling of Steve’s scruff against his cheek. You and Steve celebrated this milestone by praising your son endlessly. Eventually Steve sets Jamie down and he starts taking a few more steps. You encourage him to keep going while Steve goes to change. Jamie sees his father leave the room and starts following him slowly. 

“What are you doing?” Steve pops out of your shared room. Jamie jumps at the sudden sound of Steve’s voice and falls on his butt. He giggles while getting up again. “Are you following me?”

“Dada.” Jamie nods and points at Steve. 

“Alright, help me pick out what I’m going to wear to hang out with you bubs.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Daddy.” Jamie yells when he sees Steve standing at the other end of the aisle. “Hi daddy.”

“Hi bubs. C’mon up here.” 

Jamie, uncaring that he’s in his little tux, runs down the aisle and into Steve’s arms earning some laughs from the crowd. Both of them looked handsome in their best clothes. The bridesmaids walk down next followed by the flower girl, Clint’s daughter. Finally you appear, a vision in white, with Bucky at your side to walk you down the aisle. 

“Look at mommy. Isn’t she beautiful?” Steve whispers in your son’s ear. They both watch, eyes full of love, as you make your way to them. 

“Mommy you look beautiful.” Jamie says as he leans forward and gives you a kiss to the cheek. The guests ‘aww’ as they see the exchange before Steve places your two year old on the ground. 

Heartfelt vows are exchanged between you. Tears are shed by both you and Steve as well as some of the guests. When the officiant announces that Steve may now kiss the bride he doesn’t waste another second and pulls you in. Your guests cheer as Steve finally pulls away.

“Mommy. Mommy. I get kisses.” Jamie says from beside you.

“Of course you do, my baby.” You lean down and give him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a red lipstick stain on it. 

****

“Presenting for the first time Mr. and Mrs. Rogers.” The DJ announces as you and Steve make your way into the reception. Everyone cheers as you walk in and you head straight to the dance floor to share your first dance. The music began and Steve started leading you.

“Is this-“ 

“The song we first danced to?” Steve finished your question. “Yes it is.” 

“You remembered?” 

“How could I forget? You looked beautiful then and you look beautiful now.” 

You smile as your cheeks warm at the compliment. Steve dips his head and gives you a quick kiss. When he pulls back you have matching smiles. There’s some tugging on your dress and you see Jamie standing there with his arms in the air. 

“Come on, let’s dance with mommy.” Steve says as he holds your son. “Hold her hand.” Steve instructs while placing his free hand back on your waist.

“My two handsome boys.”

James giggles when you boop his nose. Steve instructs him to spin you and he does. When the music ends your guests all cheer for you. Steve escorts you to your table and you take a seat. 

After dinner, there’s the speeches. Sam goes first and he manages to give a funny and heartfelt speech. Then Nat spoke, first about meeting Steve and then meeting his better half. She was surprisingly sweet and lovely. Finally it was Bucky’s turn. 

“Hello everyone.” He starts off by saying. You could tell how nervous he was and you nodded encouragingly when he looked your way. “Well my name is Bucky and I’m the best man. No one listen to whatever Sam is saying.” 

“C’mon man.” 

Everyone chuckles at Sam’s outburst. 

“I believe you all know that I am Steve’s oldest friend. I was there before the suit and the muscles.” 

You took Steve’s hand and squeezed it. 

“But what he lacked in physical strength he made up for in determination and passion. That’s how he met his beautiful bride and my dearest friend. Y/N is more than a friend, she’s like a sister and one of the most caring people I know. It’s a great thing to watch two people you care about fall in love. But it’s something so special to watch them love in times of war. And that’s what they did. No two people were ever meant to be, more than Steve and Y/N. Even after decades of being separated they somehow found a way to each other. So let’s all raise a glass and toast to the happy couple. Here’s to many more years of happiness.” Bucky raises his glass along with everyone else and they cheer. 

After the speeches were done the party could really begin. You’d changed into a more comfortable dress and headed to the dance floor. Your friends huddled around you and Steve as everyone moved to the music.  

At some point in the night Steve managed to pull you out to the balcony of the reception hall you were at. The fresh air felt wonderful after all the dancing you’d been doing. 

“What’s going on?” You asked Steve with a teasing tone. “Got tired of sharing me with everyone?” 

“Yes I did actually.” 

You giggle as you wrap your arms around Steve’s midsection. With a contented sigh you rest your head against his chest, feeling his heart beating way too fast. 

“Are you ok?” 

“Yes. Just a little nervous.” 

You pull back and look at him with concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing’s wrong. I just-I have two gifts for you and I hope you like them.” 

“You already got me a gift.” You hold up your wrist to show the bracelet he sent you while you were getting ready that morning. 

“What can I say? I like to spoil my girl, my wife.” 

You smiled up at him. 

“Here is the first gift.” Steve pulls out a piece of paper from his suit pocket and gives it to you. 

“What is it?” 

“Open it.” 

You do as he says and unfold the paper he just gave you. It’s the floor plan to a home. “Did you buy a house?” 

“Not just any house. Look at the address.” 

“Chicago? Steve-“ you look up at him with wide eyes. “Is this my aunt’s house?” 

“It is.”

“Are we moving to Chicago?” 

“I mean it’s not Brooklyn but we can if you want. We can visit there whenever you want, you can rent it, sell it.The house is yours for you to do as you please. ”

“I’ll have to think about it. Steve, this house, it…” You didn’t have the words to express how much this house meant to you.

“It was special for me too. I thought we should keep it in the family.” 

You hugged the deed to your chest. 

“There’s one more thing.” Steve takes a deep breath to ready himself. “I’m officially retiring as Captain America.” 

You gasped at the news. There were no words to describe the myriad of emotions you were feeling. 

“I know it can’t be easy to accept but I think it’s a step in the right direction for our family.” 

You just stared at him with tear filled eyes. 

“Please say something. I know you were a part of the program and I don’t want to disappoint you but-“ 

“Disappoint? Steve this is the best news you could ever give me. Yes Captain America holds a special place in my heart but you’re more important to me than anything. You did your duty. You went through so much already, you deserve to rest. To enjoy time with your son.” 

“That’s all I want. I want to be by your side and not miss anything else with Jamie.” Steve replies, the tension in his shoulder melting away. “I’ll still help with recruits and if something major ever happens then of course but other than that I’m just going to have a desk job.” 

“That sounds wonderful. It’s the best gift you could’ve ever given me.” 

You grab the lapels of his tux and pull him down, connecting your lips with his in a sweet kiss. The volume of the music coming from inside gets your attention so you pull away. 

“Sorry guys, he kept asking for you.” Bucky says as Jamie walks out onto the balcony before heading back inside.

“What if we have another one?” You ask as you watch your son dancing his way towards you. 

“We should head out for our honeymoon so we can get started on baby number two then.” 

You laugh as Steve kisses your neck. This was perfect. Your family was perfect. From now on you would get to enjoy your life and watch your son grow up along with your husband. You were meant to be together no matter who or what tried to get in your way. 

The war was over.

Now there was only love in times of peace. 

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congratuwelldone on 1k! well deserved!! how about 'being followed' for the prompt game?

-391780

1k game here - no more please!

i know it's been DAYS lmao im so sorry for dropping off on these. i actually forgot how to speak english for like 4 days there. anyways!!! @391780 tysm for the prompt! i went with price since i know he's your guy :) hope i did him justice!

1.2k of walking home from the bar and running into price. no smut! very sweet actually, i think (cw for implied past bullying in like 3 lines)

Your hands are buried deep in your pockets, one hand wrapped around a can of pepper spray and the other trying not to shake.

God, it's cold. Your nose has gone completely numb, and every puff of breath nearly blinds you until the air clears again.

You curse your past-self for ever being stupid enough to go out with an old group of high school friends. You should've known they'd leave you stranded, and you certainly should've known better than to not take your own car to the pub.

Now here you are, a couple glasses of wine in, taking the miserably long walk home.

It's shameful. You're shamed.

You're so caught up in your own self-pity, you don't even notice that there's someone following you, the crunch of ice and sleet beneath their boots loud. You don't notice until there's a hand wrapping around your elbow, and a low voice saying, "Excuse me, miss-"

You don't think, just react. You're already screaming as you whirl around with your pepper spray held high, spraying it into the night air.

To line up with the rest of your horrible night, it doesn't work. You push down the button at the top over and over again, and yet nothing comes out.

You and the stranger stare at each other, both with wide-eyed shocked expressions.

He's far more properly bundled up than you, with a matching knit hat, scarf, and gloves, and a thick green jacket that looks impossibly warm. You can still see that the tip of his nose is red, even surrounded by all of the bushy facial hair he's got.

You both stand silent for a few moments, your aggressive taps to the top of your pepper spray slowly petering off. Then it just gets... awkward. Just you and the stranger you'd try to pepper spray.

"Uh," you finally say, taking a few steps back from him. His hand falls away easily, but he's quick to reach out and try to steady you again when your heel slips against the sidewalk. "Can I help you?"

He makes a low sound, somewhere between a noise of disbelief and a laugh, and his whiskers twitch around his face. "I was trying to help you, love." He holds a small black square out to you. "You dropped your wallet."

It's hard not to let your mouth hang open, but you manage to keep some of your dignity. Instead of gaping, you snatch the little square of leather with fingers that are just barely shaking, stuffing it and the pepper spray back into your pockets.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to follow me - for multiple blocks - and grab me?"

He rubs his chin with a gloved hand, and you're quite sure that if it were any brighter out you'd see a blush coloring his cheeks. "Well," he gruffs, voice deepening slightly before he clears his throat and starts again. "I suppose I hadn't thought of how it might seem to you."

"A stranger grabbing my arm in the middle of the night? You hadn't thought of how that might look?"

Now you can see his blush. "I'm sorry for the scare, love, truly. Better off scared than without a wallet though, yeah?"

You're still a little shaken up, so you cross your arms tight over your chest and turn up your nose as much as you can. It doesn't work too well, considering no matter how much you try to look down at him he still towers over you.

"I guess," you concede. "Still. It's bad manners to scare a woman like that."

Now he smiles, his eyes crinkling. "Well, I wouldn't want you to think I don't know my manners. How about I take you to dinner, to make up for it?"

Your first instinct is to say no, to continue on your way home and keep an eye out for any shadows following you. And maybe it's the few glasses of wine, the rejection you're still nursing, but it occurs to you that it has been quite some time since you went on a date.

You give the stranger another long look. He's tall and broad, big in a way that sparks interest low in your belly. He's also blocking the wind from chilling you further, and you're not in any rush to lose that.

You sniff, shift a little and roll back your shoulders. "Why?"

He cocks an eyebrow. "Why?"

You make a hurried little gesture with your hand, like yes, obviously.

"Does a man need a reason to ask a pretty woman on a date?"

"He does when he's just followed her several blocks from a bar."

He laughs again, a harsh, booming sound in the nearly empty street. "You're not going to let that go anytime soon, are you?"

You try to bite back the small smile you can feel growing, know you fail when his own grin grows. "No, I don't think I will."

He steps a little closer, offering an arm. "Good. I like a woman with a spine."

You laugh as you take his arm, leaning probably a little too close considering this man is still a stranger. "You'll get all that and a little more with me. Now, if you expect a date, we're going to have to find the closest breakfast place."

He hums, tugging you a little closer and beginning to walk a different direction that your house. "Breakfast?"

"Yep," you pop the 'p', just barely resisting the urge to burrow further into him. He's warm. "I've had wine, which means I need pancakes. No pancakes, no date."

He laughs again, and you feel the vibrations through his side. You can't help but giggle yourself, feeling unexpectedly comfortable.

"Pancakes it is, then. By the way, what's your name, love?"

You tell him, then he repeats it back to you.

"I'm John. John Price."

"Do you carry an ID? I should send someone a picture if we head off together. Make sure they can find my body and all that."

He shoots you a bemused glance, eyebrow raised. "If you're worried I might hurt you, shouldn't you be running the other direction?"

You roll your eyes. "If I ran away from every person I thought might hurt me, I'd never go on a single date again. Is that a no to the ID question, then? Because I'm afraid we'll be cutting our date early if that's the case."

"No, no," he assures, digging his own wallet out of his pants. He holds out his ID a moment later, and you pluck it easily from his fingers with your phone camera already pulled out. "It's good you're so vigilant, love. Feel free to send that to whoever you'd like."

You hum, snapping a picture and quickly making sure it's come out clearly before texting it to your best friend with a quick recap of your little meet-cute. "Military?"

"Yes, ma'am. Captain."

You nod like you know what that means, tucking your phone away again and nudging him forward. "Are you important, then?"

He laughs, this time wrapping an arm around your shoulder and tucking you into his side. "Something like that. Now, I believe you demanded pancakes?"

You can't help but giggle at the word demanded, doing your best to nod seriously. "Of course. Lead the way, Captain."

He hums, rubbing your shoulder, and you can't help but feel hopeful for where the night will go.