#i put a silly amount of thought into this list btw and tried to provide options that would be applicable to a wide array of

[isawken]

you are the main character in a self-fellating avant garde psychological horror film.

notes:

the film is about You. it can feature whatever scenes or tropes or moments you want, even drawing from other genres, but ultimately this is a self-important exploration of You. don’t forget that.

when i say self-fellating i mean that it is simultaneously highly indulgent and self important about that indulgence. this film will be about everything you want it to be and it will act like it’s the best shit ever. whether or not it actually is the best shit ever or a horrible flop is up to you.

no you can’t pick anything other than these options. art through adversity baby do your best

[keilemlucent]

lavender latte: ii

(T (for now!))

hawks | takami keigo x reader

chapter 1   ||   chapter 3   ||   chapter 4

ao3

word count: ~3k

You and Hawks’s second meeting.

warnings: mutual pining, shy reader-ish, ooc hawks, the fun stuff, fluff ; ) 

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You didn’t hear anything from Hawks for the next few days. 

It was a fleeting disappointment, but you took his lack of contact as truth and reality. Some big shot, pro-hero wasn’t going to waste time texting a no-name, nobody barista, no matter how mutually flirty of an interaction was shared. 

Prior to actually meeting Hawks, you had seen the tabloids that his name spilled over. Shady stories of midnight rendezvous with models and celebrities, sultry pictures of his own on magazines at grocery store checkouts were a lot of your knowledge of him. He was a very eligible and active bachelor, everyone knew it. 

You reminded yourself that you didn’t mean shit to him, and moved on.

Until about a week from your first meeting, late into the evening, your phone buzzed.

You thought it was one of the team from the teashop, asking another question about a new blend you had made. 

Your eyes widened at the text that you did see:

 [unknown number]: hey angel ;) do you work tomorrow? it’s supposed to be a cold one and i’d love to try another one of your drinks

 You stared at your phone screen for a moment, mouth going dry before typing out a reply. 

 [you]: is this hawks?

 The next reply came only seconds later.

 [unknown number]: the one and only ;))))

  He... actually texted me?

Holy shit.

Another message came in. 

 [unknown number]: don’t tell me you go handing out your number to folks at work all the time :^( you’re gonna hurt my :^((( feelings :^((((

 You deadpanned at Hawks’s texts. 

You couldn’t believe the number two, pro hero texted like a normal twenty-some year old.

It was endearing, if not at the very least comforting.

 [you]: nah, just you tailfeathers 😉

[you]: i work tomorrow morning, opening shift. 6 am. think you can handle it???

 You giggled at your own texts, unable to hold back when you saw Hawks continuing to type. You quickly typed in a contact name.

 [tailfeathers]: E

[tailfeathers]: Z

[tailfeathers]: i’ll be there bright and early ;)

 Part of you, the rational, realistic part, doubted that. Sure, Hawks had texted you, but he wouldn’t actually show, right? He was a busy, busy man. He’d probably get sidetracked.

Don’t get your hopes up. 

 You tried to remain practical.

But, you also liked pushing your luck.

 [you]: see u then!!

[you]: btw your contact name is ‘tailfeathers’ 

[you]: ;)

 [tailfeathers]: what if i told you yours is ‘barista angel’

 [you]: i’d ask if you saw my name on that conveniently small piece of paper i gave you

 [tailfeathers]: i would say yes

[tailfeathers]: but idk angel seems like a more proper title for u 

You felt your still and heat rush to your face. 

He can’t be flirting with you over text. What the FUCK.

 [tailfeathers]: only angels can make coffee as well as u 😇

 “What a bastard,” You shook your head, sighing. Part of you was glad he made it more clear your identity was tied to coffee and not affections. 

 [you]: u flatter me

 [tailfeathers]: i only speak the truth ;)

 You bit your lip as you typed out the next reply, well aware that the evening sky had darkened and you needed an adequate amount of sleep to actually make it to that morning shift. 

 [you]: i’m about to knock out so i can actually be alive for my shift, but i’ll see you tomorrow bird boy

 Hawks’s replied quickly as seemed to be a trend with him. 

 [tailfeathers]: bird boy!!!!! 

[tailfeathers]: i’m moving up in the world

[tailfeathers]: see u then angel 

 As you got ready for bed, going about your mundane routine and preparing the coming day, you had no idea that Keigo was across the city, cradling his phone to his chest with a wobbling smile on his face, a foreign sensation filling his chest. 

He was very excited to see you again, even if it took a few days to get that far.

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 The next day was indeed, terribly cold. Despite bundling up in a thick, woolen coat and a knit scarf, you nearly froze on the way to work. Despite the chill, the rest of the morning crew made it in just a few minutes after you.

“I’ll be in back until there’s a rush, alright?” You called to the three openers, all silly college students from the local university. They were all sort of dense, but they were loveable.

“Okay!” One smiled as they flitted to the front counter and seating area.

The back of the teashop was a smaller commercial kitchen, all steel tables and cooking implements. Lots of tools to actually do your job. Though you were the maker of the tea blends for the shop, a lot of your work consisted of packaging and fulfilling orders as well as design work for the teashop’s online presence. Truthfully, you were more of a jack-of-all-trades type of worker, but nearly all of it confined you to the safety of the back kitchen. The lack of stimuli made it easier to work effectively, quirk activated or otherwise.

You tied your apron tight around your waist, adjusting a few of your buttons and smoothing yourself down. The back remained frigid in the mornings, and you could only be glad you were layered up for the day. You pulled out your company-issued tablet and began tapping away with the stylus as the shop prepped to open.

You were too absorbed in your work to hear the bell at the entrance, just minutes after unlocking the door. 

 Keigo? Elated. His last week of hero work had been all long hours and late nights. His wings had grown sparse with overuse, barely carrying him properly through the skies. When he saw that his office day at his agency was due to be particularly cold, he knew it was the perfect excuse to give you a visit.

You hadn’t been constantly on his mind. Rather, you perked up in his thoughts semi-reliably, but briefly a few times a day. Most affections were forgettable, he didn’t have time for anything other than whorish trysts with other heroes and those of higher society who knew how to keep their mouths (somewhat) shut. 

Part of him, the part that the Commission’s ruthless training created, hated the way how you were sticking with him.

Another part of him, the kinder, softer, very repressed one, recognized his feelings and hid them safely. Vulnerable things required heavy protection.

 When Keigo reached the teashop, early as dawn crept over the urbanscape, he pushed the door open and was greeted by the rolling smell of roasted coffee beans and black tea.

Only a few other patrons were there, eyes wide as the top ten hero gave them a trademark wave, waltzing to the counter with his signature swagger.

The workers (none of them being you) gawked at him, jaws half to the floor.

“Hawks?!” One of them exclaimed. “Oh my god, can I get an autograph?!”

 (Keigo carried a few pens on him for occasions like this.)

 The worker, a young thing with a shock of short blue hair, wrestled under the counter for a notebook. Another of the workers also attempted to wrangle a bit of receipt paper from the fussy machine, flashing him a nervous smile.

“Of course, autographs are a given,” He winked at the two of them, sauntering up to the counter. “On one condition, though. Could you tell me if (Y/N) is working?”

The morning shifts workers proceeded to gawk more. 

 You sat deep in concentration, thoroughly organizing yourself for the day with lists and plans. You were only startled from your work when one of the other baristas popped her head back, eyes wide. 

“Uh, (Y/N), I know you’re busy, but Hawks is here for you?” She stammered, saying his name incredulously and pointing a shaking finger out at the counter.

You could hear his silky laugh just beyond the precipice. 

Your mouth quirked up in surprise. 

I didn’t expect him to actually come.

It was a pleasant surprise though, one that made your heart stutter in your chest.

You put down the tablet, making your way to the front of the shop.

Hawks leaned down on the front counter, signing various papers and items that the staff and patrons of the tea shop had given him. His smooth voice echoed beautifully around the shop, mixing with the din of the soft music that provided ambient sound. 

Thoroughly absorbed in his fan interaction, you leaned against the door frame, watching him as he had yet to notice you.

(You tried to look nonchalant, but it was probably a bit of ogling.)

Hawks’s scarlet wings appeared sparse, but still twitched and fluffed every few moments. He was dressed in his hero uniform, visor pushed up into the feathery, front bits of his hair. With all of his typical regalia on, he seemed out of place in the slow din of the coffee shop. He seemed to shine so brightly, making himself a focal point without even trying. 

Without the protection of his visor, Hawks’ honeyed eyes seemed brighter, luminous from the inside out. Even from your distance, you could watch their topazine shine dance in the soft lighting. 

His gaze drifted to you and positively lit up. 

(You didn’t think that was possible.)  

Your stomach fluttered.

“Well, if it isn’t (Y/N)!” Hawks beamed you a smile that could’ve put the sun to shame. It made something deep in your chest thrum. “For a minute there, I thought you’d pulled my leg about working today.”

“Oh, never, ” You grinned, moving directly in front of him at the counter, your shocked coworkers parting for you. “I tend to work in the back if the rest of our lovely staff is present.

You gestured to your very starstruck coworkers who all gave various gawking looks before falling away, shyness obviously overtaking them. 

It wasn’t like you weren’t feeling similarly, but your nervousness was better hidden. Facades were, in fact, a trained skill in maintaining and god, if you weren’t a master.

But, Keigo had his own mastery in spotting cracks in people’s veneers. And, easily, he saw your tension and nervousness. For anyone with less trained interpersonal skills, they wouldn’t have noticed a damn thing. But to Keigo? Your anxiety was as clear as the light you added to a room. A few of his feathers twitched, picking up on the rapid beating of your heart across from him. 

“What can I get you?” You asked, speaking through any of your fears, cracking him a genuine smile.

Keigo returned it without thought, chest warming.

“Mmm... Surprise me. Something to help me get my day started.” Keigo loved the way your eyes lit up when he talked, a little bit of knowingness between the two of you sparking. 

“Same specifications as before? Hot and sweet?” You asked, already grabbing a cup, flashing him a cheeky grin. 

Hawks raised an eyebrow, batting his eyelashes at you in a way that you couldn’t not laugh. He rested his elbows on the counter and leaned over the top of it, regarding you with half-lidded eyes, “You remember my preferences? I feel honored.”

“You should,” You winked. If he was going to shamelessly flirt, you would right back. 

 Truthfully, your personal attention made Keigo swoon like a goddamn schoolgirl. He could feel sweat growing on his palms, making the leather of his gloves stick. Normally, the sensation would’ve ticked his more anxiety-ridden tendencies into overdrive, but he could hardly focus on them. He was too busy watching you flit around behind the counter.

 “So,” You began, activating your quirk and beginning your process. “Why so few feathers? Get roughed up?”

Keigo chuckled, flexing what feathers he did have left for emphasis, “Basically. I have to give them a few days to regrow. A couple nasty days in a row means a couple days recovery.”

You hummed, turning to the espresso machine. Before pouring the shot, you gave him a little smile with the cutest quirk in your lips, “I’m sure you more than deserve the rest.”

 Oh, that made his proverbial dick swell.

Someone, a very nice, stranger barista, angel, telling him he deserved something kind? And, there wasn’t an edge of dishonesty in you. If anything, there was an earnestness in your quirk-blackened eyes that made Keigo nearly scared of the amount of vulnerability you gave him so freely.

He wondered if you showed that to all of your patrons. 

(You didn’t.) 

 You turned behind the counter, quirk activated and swirling. The familiar blending of your senses made your teeth ache and head burn with the overabundance of stimuli, but you worked through it. You reached through the external sensations to manifest your idea and feeling into a conceivable reality. 

You dumped any number of syrups and shots into the cup, placing it (and a lid) on the counter in front of Hawks. Warm smells of cardamom and cinnamon tickled both of your noses as you nodded down, “Let that cool for a sec, then give it a taste. I need a comprehensive review.”

Hawks plucked off one of his gloves, taking the steaming cup in his hand, looking down at the foam. His gaze flickered around the two of you, noting that the few civilians and coworkers once surrounding him had left you two with a small bit of privacy.

“What’s the inspiration for this one?” Hawks gave you a downright sweet, knowing look.

“Take a sip and guess,” You nodded down to the cup again, idly going to wipe down the counters with a rag slung in your apron.

Hawks blew on steaming liquid, throwing back his head to take a decently sized sip. You had to tear your gaze from the bob of his throat. 

  Keep it in your pants. 

 While you were suppressing being horny for the number two hero, Keigo was suppressing being horny for a fucking beverage. 

The flavor hit his tongue and throat and danced. It was warm, like the last one, spilling hearth-like heat into his chest and extremities. But, this drink tasted literally spiced, like it had some sort of pepper in it (according to Keigo’s untrained, pitiful palette). His wings ruffled, feathers rustling and twitching with the taste of the drink. Despite the heat flooding his body, the hairs on his arms and the back of his neck rose as waves of subtle pleasure rolled through Keigo’s body. 

He placed the cup back on the counter, staring you down with incredulity.

You, cutely cheeky as ever, just smiled and crossed your arms over your chest, “Are you a fan?”

“It’s... spicy. How. Why. Is this even coffee?” Hawks asked. Despite his questioning, he took another sip, shuddering at the comforting heat it gave him. 

“There’s coffee in it, or, espresso,” You couldn’t help feeling a bit smitten with the way Hawks looked at you. Disbelief wasn’t an expression you saw many heroes wear, especially not one with a reputation like Hawks’s. Yet, there he was, in front of you, staring at his cup like you just served him battery acid and grass. 

“If that’s the case, gimme the rundown, angel,” Hawks peeled off his other glove, setting the pair on the counter. He surprised you as he shrugged off his lined jacket, plopping down in a nearby stool.

You hadn’t ever really seen this much of Hawks, not in his hero uniform anyways. Plenty of him was available for viewing due to his various modeling ventures, but seeing him in the flesh was far better. The black shirt of his hero costume stretched over the lean, sculpted muscles of his arms. He certainly wasn’t built in the same way other top heroes were, but from what you could see (read: drool over), Hawks certainly wasn’t lacking—

“See something you like?” Hawks raised an eyebrow while taking another sip,  devilish curl to his lips.

You really wished you had the bodily control to stop the red flush that grew on your face.

“SO —!” You laughed, diverting back to the drink at hand. “The drink.”

“Wonderful deflection,” Hawks set the cup down, still smirking. “So, the drink .”

Your fingers tapped at the countertop, living your blush down with a lack of eye contact. 

  He gets stared at all the time, chill out. 

Dude probably likes it, (Y/N).

 “The drink is a dirty chai, with some editions, of course.” You jerked your head back to the wall of tea blends, the familiar ebbing away from of your embarrassment. “We have a couple of different chai blends that I make in house. Several different chai concentrates too.”

“Forgive me, but a dirty chai?” Hawks teased.

“Wow, weak jab there, Hawks, ” You rolled your eyes. Hawks just continued to beam at you, swinging his legs behind the counter. “I gave you an oatmilk,  ginger chai with three shots of espresso and a few other secret touches. I wanted to make it warm again for you.”

 Keigo paused at your admission, (not-so) secretly reveling in your poorly contained embarrassment. Perhaps it was a bit cruel, but his job did carry some wonderful perks and he’d be damned to not enjoy them. 

“It feels like a different kind of warm, compared to last time,” Keigo took another taste to confirm. The spiced liquid flooded his palette again, skin pleasantly prickling at the taste. 

 You hummed, refusing to fully make eye contact with Hawks. 

Truthfully, you spent an embarrassing amount of time since the night prior thinking about potential sensations to emulate for Hawks. You were never sure of what type of vibe he would request, but having an arsenal of ideas made you feel more prepared to impress your new clientele. 

“I made it feel like dawn,” You replied, nodding to out of the fully-windowed front of the tea shop. The district you were located in was lit up by the golds and pinks of the early morning, stretching and awakening with the new day. “I wanted it to feel like how morning sun feels on your bare skin. All like... tingly, you know? Like... seeing someone you haven't seen in a long time. ”

 Keigo immediately noticed your bashfulness after you gave your description. In the same way as last time, the vulnerability of your manifested feelings left you warm and shy for him. 

You picked at a loose string on your apron, gaze directed down and away.  With his obscured view of your face, he could see the way you softly bit your lip, eyes occasionally raking him up and down and that retreating. Keigo could feel your pounding heart and slow, deep breaths. 

...

Keigo was whipped and he hardly knew you. He was so fucked.

You were too fucking cute. It was fucking illegal. It had to be. 

Keigo had been with sexy. He’d been with unattainable. He’d been with women and men who looked like they were crafted by gods as tempters and devils. It was all pleasure and Keigo knew it like the back of his hand. He got hedonistic bliss when he wanted it and he did so very, very well.

What Keigo was entirely unfamiliar with was the gooey, fluttery feeling in his chest as you finally looked up at him to smile and nod to the drink, “So, what do you think?”

Keigo’s brain fizzled, rendered into goo. If he didn’t have years of interpersonal training, he was sure he wouldn’t have been able to speak with his own revelations. Luckily, he was able to laugh off his internal stickiness, taking another greedy sip.

“Absolutely flawless, wonderful craftsmanship, (Y/N),” Keigo bowed his head dramatically. 

 You giggled at Keigo’s drama, missing the way how his cheeks lit up for you. 

Hawks dug in his pocket, pulling out a huge wad of bills and started to slide it across the counter, “This is a tip. All for you.”

You stared, horrified at the amount of money Hawks passed to you like it was nothing. Without thinking, you placed your hand on top of his, stopping his motion. Both of you stiffened pleasantly at the sudden, small contact. 

“That’s too much, Hawks, no,” You shook your head, but Hawks was a stubborn, insistent bastard. 

His wings fluffed up behind him, a feather moving quickly between your hands and pushing your up and away.

“What the fuck.” You half-groaned. Hawks fully passed the money across the counter, hiding his hands and feathers in his lap with a Panish smirk stretched across his face.

“Take it, or I tattle on you, easy trade,” Hawks shrugged, leaning his elbows on the counter and drinking deeply. He pulled away from his beverage with a relaxed-looking smile as you remained fluster.

(Holy fuck, you touched Hawks’s bare hand and it was so NICE—)

You could feel the eyes of your coworkers, staring at the money like some Olympic medal. You were well-aware that there was no way Hawks was taking back his money and you knew your coworkers would be too scared to ask for a cut. 

You gulped, taking the cash and tucking it into your apron pocket.

“You don’t need to bribe me to make you nice drinks, Hawks, it’s literally my job,” You told him gently.

Hawks raised an eyebrow, shrugging, “Accept it as a little treat on the side. A gift of my appreciation.”

You couldn’t argue with that, so you relented with a smile, shaking your head. 

And the two of your dissolved into easy conversation. Hawks told you about the most recent gigs he had been a part of. A modeling contract for a new skincare company and a sponsorship with a few other local heroes for a sports beverage were the most interesting. You were sure he was just humoring you, unable to tell you the nitty-gritty details of his life. Yet, he seemed happy to speak and listen besides. He chattered away, in the way birds do, sing-song, and free-flowing. 

Hawks was hardly a bird of prey, you realized. He was much more of a cockatoo type. 

You told him more about the tea shop, about your role and job. As you explained about the basics of different types of tea, you could literally see the far off way Hawks looked at you. It wasn’t of distraction, like spacing out, no. It was a look that hadn’t been directed at you in some time. You silently and quickly studied it and came to the nerve-wracking conclusion that the cute blush on his cheeks and half-lidded eyes and relaxed shoulders was fucking captivation, borderline adoration.

For.

You.

How the fuck were you supposed to deal with that?

(Keigo wasn’t sure either.)

 Luckily, neither of you planned on doing anything to stop your mutually budding feelings.  

[eeveevie]

I LIVE FOR ALIEVE. #4 because alistair sexting. need i say more. if you've done this one before (which btw, you should link me), then #11 or #23~

from this list

“trying to go down on the other, under the table, during dinner”

ayeee @elfrooted, the real MVP for those of you who missed TWYMMF. That’s right. The Way You Make Me Feel. CousCous and Alibear up in this bitch, once again, after so so long. 

Alistair x Evelyn Cousland (TWYMMF/AU verse)

1401 words (under a cut) | Mature content | Ao3

Evelyn had never left work so quickly before, making a maddash from her desk and down the stairs, practically mowing down others as shequickly walked towards her car. It had been the first day back from the timeshe had taken off for Cullen and Aurelie’s wedding, and in that week a lot had happened.

Yes, her friends had married, but it was Evelyn who foundherself in her own sort of honeymoon with Alistair. They had taken their time(perhaps too much time) resolving thetension between one another in the last few months, but they were finallybeyond the hurt and confusion and onto something wonderful. They loved each other, and made sure that it waswell-known, well-spoken statement during the week they spent locked away in theapartment they shared.

Of course, a lot of that week was also spent making up forlost time, as Alistair put it. They hardly left the bedroom, and when they did,it wasn’t unusual for them to end up as a naked heap of limbs somewhere else inthe apartment. Blanket fort? Yep. Kitchen? Day one. Her bedroom? Night three.

It was a struggle, to say the least, to get back into a workroutine. In the quiet moments between reviewing cases her mind would wander,and she wondered if her expression was as love-struck as she felt. Evelynreminded herself it wasn’t just the sexshe was delighted about. She was happy, so happyto be with the one person she could be completely honest and open with.Alistair truly was her soulmate, inevery sense of the word.

As soon as she entered the apartment, she tried to ignorethe way her body instantly warmed at the sight of him in the kitchen, clearlyfinishing up preparing their evening meal. Alistair was staring at her with asideways grin, eyes sparkling not dissimilar to how they had when she firsttold him she loved him. She hoped he never stopped looking at her like that.

“You’re home!” he greeted.

Evelyn quickly set her belongings down on the kitchen bar,toeing off her heels as she rounded the corner to meet him in a tight hug. “Imissed you,” she mumbled into his shoulder.

Alistair let out a soft chuckle. “You have no idea how hardof a day I had at work.”

“Is that a double entendre?” she asked with a laugh, pullingaway just enough so she could glance up at him.

He shrugged. “It can be, now that I think about it.”

“Hmm,” Evelyn hummed, a tingle running up her spine as oneof his hands rested on her hip. A few of his fingers rustled at the fabric ofher shirt, attempting to untuck it from her skirt. “Too bad I wasn’t there tohelp.”

“Next time,” he smiled, a certain redness creeping up hisneck and up to the tips of his ears. Alistair dipped his head down next,capturing her lips in a soft kiss. A few seconds and she returned the gesture,content to let her body melt against his. But then she smelled whateverwonderful dinner he had cooked and pulled away—if they continued to kiss, she’dlikely go hungry. Well, in the literal way, at least.

“You cooked?” she questioned, reluctantly pulling away.

Alistair sucked in a breath, blinking a few times beforenodding. He gestured towards the stove. “I think I’ve perfected the art of pastaand red sauce. There’s garlic bread on the table. Fresh from the oven!”

While she was hesitant to pull away completely, she knewthat the night was still young. First, eat diner. Then they could go back to a handsall over mentality. Evelyn sat down at the table nook in the kitchen,shrugging off her blazer as she watched him plate two servings, setting hersdown before sitting down across from her. She poured the last of the wine theyhad been gifted—courtesy of the Rutherfords—and the two silently toasted.

Evelyn paced herself as she ate, giggling through bites asAlistair told her about his day at the security office. It had been a mundaneday for him, save for the numerous amount of teasing and innuendo he receivedfrom Zevran. Apparently the Antivan had tried to give Alistair advice, much to his chagrin.

“Not that you need it,” Evelyn commented with a wink.

Alistair’s eyebrows jumped up and he smirked. “Oh?”

She couldn’t help but curl her toes at the devious way hewas looking at her now. What was he thinking? Sure, she had a general idea, but with Alistair, anything was possible. Suddenly, hemoved his hand, the fork he was holding dropping to the tile floor with apronounced clink.

“Oh my, it seems as though I’ve dropped my fork,” he saidsarcastically. Evelyn bit down on her bottom lip, suppressing her grin as hewaggled his eyebrows for a split second. “I guess I better go down and pick it up.”

Maker.

Evelyn clenched her thighs together as a wave of excitement washedover her. Alistair quickly dipped beneath the wooden table, and she eyed him ashe crawled towards her legs. She let out a sharp, but delighted yelp as hishands gripped around her ankles, fingers sliding up her calves as he moved herto create space for his body. He kissed the inside of her knee, nose nudging atthe hem of her skirt as he trailed upwards towards the inside of her thigh.

“Pull this up?” he prompted.

Evelyn took the skirt from his hands, lifting her bottomjust enough to hike the fabric above her hips. A part of her was frustratedthat her view of him was obstructed by the table, but when she tried to scootback, she found his hands firmly gripping her thighs to keep her in place. Shemoaned, closing her eyes as he left more, soft, open-mouthed kisses up theinside of her thigh, slowly nudging her legs further apart.

She was incredibly aroused, and could feel the wetnesspooling at her core. Alistair’s fingers hooked into the band of her panties,pulling them away even as his lips hovered over her sex. She could still feelthe fabric hanging off of one ankle as he tugged her forward, prompting her toscoot so she was sitting on the very edge of the chair. Evelyn leaned back,hanging onto the side of the table as his hot breath fanned across hersensitive skin. She threw her head back as he finally made contact, his tonguesweeping up the seam of her sex before focusing on her clit. His lips curledaround the delicate nub, gradually applying more pressure as he sucked.

Fuck. She wasalready so close, especially after a long day of imagining just this exactscenario. His fingers found purchase against her skin, dull fingernailspressing into her thigh and hip as he groaned against her. The rumble had herspasm in reaction, knowing her climax was just a few caresses away. Alistairsped up slightly, the broadness of his tongue spreading her lips more, givinghim greater access to the most sensitive part of her very being.

“I—” the words got caught in her throat as she writhed,sliding further into the chair as his mouth and tongue moved faster and faster.

Evelyn hooked one leg across his back and shoulders as thefirst wave hit her, so hard she thought she was convulsing. She kept him hookedthere, finally managing to cry out as pure pleasure took over. Alistair didn’tslow, not for one moment, carrying her through until her orgasm completelyfaded. By then, she was drenched with sweat, chest heaving as she struggled tocatch her breath. His hands were gentle now as they slid up and down her skin,a soft laugh echoing from beneath the table.

Evelyn opened her eyes, the angle she was in now providingher a good look at his face and expression. He was just as breathless, but hada certain smugness that he only showed after providing her with such ecstasy. Hiseyes darted away, and he smirked.

“Oh, there’s my fork!”Alistair waved it between them. “Silly how forks get away from you—”

Evelyn snatched it, letting out a breathless laugh. “Shut upand fork me.” 

[violecentstrs]

Our True Love - Chapter 12

A/N: A couple of more chapters! Huuu. I hope you enjoyed it thus far. Let me know what you think. Your comments are greatly appreciated. <3 (Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors in my stories!)

Previous Chapter(s): Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: None Word count: 2,282 Summary: Reader and Bucky doesn’t get along well after his marriage to Rosaline. Will her friendship with Bucky last or will they crumble and fade?

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I sit in the car while holding the papers up to read over the list. Steve sits next to me, staring out through the window at the snow covered sidewalk. I put the papers away into a folder before letting out a sigh. Another day of meeting. I look out the window at the people huddling into their thick coats.

Steve and I are on a business trip in Canada. Steve had meetings to go to and I’ve just been the one to sort out the files and notes taken during the meetings. After the first week, I feel my fingers getting cramped from the intense non-stop typing sessions. Even my back and neck is killing me.

It’s been a month since I last heard from Bucky. The last time I had seen him was on the rooftop. Then, nothing. He doesn’t answer any of my calls or replied to any of my texts. I even tried to call Rosaline and she didn’t pick up. When I asked Richard, he advices me to give them space. I don’t know what to do honestly.

I have been missing him so much. It feels so odd without him present in my life. I’m a little worried about how he is doing. How they are doing. Even though we don’t live too far, they were never in their house when I go to visit. I don’t know what is going on, but I hope things are okay.

“I called Bucky this morning.” Steve says quietly to me. I shoot up to look at him.

“He answered?? How is he doing?” I lean in to him excited and worried all at the same time. Steve lets out a small scoff before smiling.

“He’s good. He’s been seeing a specialist about his mind. He’s trying to improve things for himself.” Steve says looking down at his hands. His blue eyes still seem a little troubled. It was a relief to hear that Bucky is still all right, but I’m a little hurt that he didn’t return any of my calls.

“But…?” I ask. I know he has something else to say.

Steve’s eyes find mine. I can see that he is trying to read my emotion.

“He and Rosaline aren’t doing so well.” He says. I let out a sigh while tightening my ponytail. Again? I thought things are okay now.

“I need to see them when we get back.” I say, thinking about them.

“Don’t.” Steve says while looking at me. I look at him confused.

“Why not?”

“Let them sort this out, Y/N. It is their marriage, so it is their business.” I raise an eyebrow.

“Says someone who would jump in to help his friend out regardless of the rules.” Steve chuckles while looking back out onto the snow.

“I know. But, Bucky needs to sort this out himself. We have provided all that we could for him. But this, this is something only Bucky can decide for his own.” I look at him.

“Decide? What do you mean?” I ask. Steve smiles before shaking his head.

“He’s a grown man and can take care of himself. Don’t worry about him.” He says while sighing out. I look down at the folder on my lap.

“Can he, though? With his mind in such a wreck like that?” I ask.

“Who knows? But Bucky needs to be conscious of that. Of what his mind is doing to him. I’m sure he’ll able to be the one to control it instead of vice versa soon. I told you before didn’t I?” Steve adds.

“Didn’t you also say he needs the physical reminder of the people in his life?” I ask keeping my eyes on him. Steve sighs. I’m worried. What if he forgets about me again? Forget about our memories together like before? I don’t think I can go through with that pain again.

“I know. But if he is able to control his own mind, then he won’t always need that. Rosaline is compromising things for him to make it work. He won’t say what exactly, but he did reassure me that they are doing the right thing for their marriage.” He says as gives me a warm smile.

“For now, we’ll continue to be the friend he needs. But we won’t interfere with any decisions they make in their marriage, all right, Y/N?”

I nod a little while looking out the window. I wonder what Steve is talking about. What decision in their marriage? The car comes to a stop.

“We’re here, sir.” Steve nods to the driver. He looks over at me.

“Let’s go.”

I exit the car and pull my coat in closer to my body. The cold breeze is biting me through the coat. I look around at the people walking quickly on the sidewalk before they freeze outside. My mind is replaying what Steve had just said. I had been so lost in helping Bucky that I didn’t even realize I had been interfering with their marriage so much. I had wanted Bucky to be happy so that’s why I stepped in to make things better.

Had I wanted them to work out so I have a reason to move on easily? Was I afraid to be the very reason if their marriage fails? Was I afraid to lose the Bucky I knew if it did fail? The idea of losing Bucky terrifies me, which is why I was willing to do anything to keep him happy. But, am I even keeping him happy if I, myself, don’t know really what makes him happy?

Steve is right. I shouldn’t interfere anymore. Let Bucky and Rosaline decide for themselves of the outcome of their own marriage.

As I was about to step into the building, I caught a glimpse of someone standing by a lamp post. He looks rather familiar. I could’ve sworn it was Bucky, but he looks a lot smaller than Bucky does.

“Y/N.” Steve calls out, holding the door for me. I look back at where the person was, but he’s gone. I blink, trying to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming. I sigh out before running inside from the bitter coldness.

• • •

The night is freezing cold. Even the hotel lobby is ice cold despite the heater. I sit patiently, waiting for Steve to come back so we can have dinner together. I wrap the coat around my body tightly to keep warm. I look around at the different people walking in and out of the hotel.

I look at my phone to check any messages, but I have none. When I look up, I notice a man sitting in another set of couch on the other side of the lobby. I don’t know if he’s looking at me, but from the angle of his face, it does look like it. He’s wearing a black coat and hat. It looks like he just got in from outside because of the amount of snow on his hat.

I look away, hoping that the man doesn’t see me. I start feeling uncomfortable. He looks exactly like the man I saw earlier. I busy myself on my phone. Inside, I pray that it was just nothing and it is just my over reactive feeling.

I glance up to see if the man is there again. Sure enough, he was. This time, I’m sure I can feel this man’s gaze at me. His eyes felt large from the other side of the lobby. I swallow while looking around the area. Maybe I’ll return to my room.

When I pick up my bags, I see the man standing up as well from the corner of my eyes. My stomach twists and I felt scared. I can practically hear his footsteps from the other side of the room. I should probably not go to my room. I’ll go to the security room instead. I turn around and about to make my way to the elevator when I feel a hand grabbing onto my shoulder.

I jumped and slap the hand away before turning to look who it was. It’s just Steve. He is just as startled as I was. He can probably see how pale I had gone. His brows furrowed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asks. I take a deep breath and nod slowly. I look around the lobby to see where the man is, but he’s gone yet again.

“Y/N?” Steve calls out to me again.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I lied. But from behind Steve, I catch the glimpse of the man stepping outside through the hotel door.

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I lie on the fluffy bed of the hotel. It feels like I’m lying down in a pit of marshmallows after such an intense and hard day. How come I never noticed this heavenly feeling before? Probably because I would pass out the second my head did hit the pillow.

Message notification of my phone startles me a little. I fish my phone out of my purse, not moving too much from my comfortable spot. I look at the message.

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Richard [10:33PM] – Hey, Cherry Princess. How is the business trip going?

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I smile to myself.

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You [10:34PM] – Great. I just got to the hotel. I should be back next week.

Richard [10:36PM] – All right. I’m glad to hear. So I got some good news.

You [10:48PM] – Oh yeah? What is that?

✉

I walk out of the bathroom after getting showered. I quickly gone and take a shower before reading the good news Richard has for me. I pick up my phone to see if he had replied or not. My heart jumps at his message before I yell out happily.

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Richard [10:51PM] – I took your advice and took the leap of faith. Guess who’s got a boyfriend now?

You [11:30PM] – Are you serious?? Oh my God! I’m so happy for you, Richard! Is it Harry? Tell me it is!

Richard [11:32PM] – Yes it is. I was so nervous, but I told him. I never felt so happy in my life. Thank you, Y/N.

You [11:35PM] – I did nothing. You did it yourself. This calls for another celebration! We need to play something when I get back.

Richard [11:39PM] – Sounds good, Cherry Princess.

You [11:42PM] – Oh, have you heard anything from Rosaline or Bucky, btw?

Richard [12:01AM] – They are working things out. Don’t worry about them.

You [12:02AM] – How can I not? You are so silly. But are they okay?

Richard [12:05AM] – Honey, worry about your trip first, okay?

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I let out a sigh. He’s not going to tell me anything. I check over to my messages to Bucky.

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30/09

You [10:30PM] – Bucky, call me back when you can.

02/10

You [08:10AM] – Bucky, are you okay?

07/10

You [01:49PM] – I came over to your house. No one is there. When can I see you?

11/10

You [10:45AM] – Bucky, seriously! Pick up the phone!

14/10

You [11:58PM] – Bucky, talk to me…

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I let out another sad sigh. Why isn’t he responding to me? I place my hands over my face, feeling the tears well up. I was so angry at him for not responding to my texts or calls. I was even very worried about him. What is he doing that is so hard to just pick up and reply to me? Takes 30 seconds to type, ‘I’m fine.’

But then again. I might murder him if he just gives me that cheap response after leaving me hanging for over a month.

Keep faith in him no matter what happens. He seemed so sad and afraid to say that to me in the elevator. But how can I if he doesn’t even call me or text me back? At least he knows that I’m waiting for him.

My mind plays back to the man in that black coat and hat. He could just be an innocent man walking around. Or just someone with the same outfit. A lot of people wear black coats here after all. It could just be nothing.

But then again, I couldn’t shake the feeling that there is something off about that man. Even Steve is worried about me, but I just reassured him it was nothing. I’ll probably tell him tomorrow or sometime. I don’t want to worry him when his mind is filled with these other businesses.

A notification bell. I quickly pick up my phone to see who it is.

It was just Sharon. When I open it, my heart jumps. I feel the whole world shift. I grab my room key card with my phone and run out of my room to Steve’s. I nearly run into someone as I was running down the hall.

I quickly turn to apologize as I run, but my voice is nowhere to be found. It’s that man. Now that I get a closer look at his face, there’s another sense of familiarity with it.  The lower half of his face is covered by a scarf and those eyes… Those eyes… I immediately turn the corner to Steve’s room.

I pound on his door, waiting for him to open all the while keeping my eyes open at where I came from to make sure the guy isn’t following me. When Steve opened the door, I push him in and close the door behind me. I look out through the peephole, but never see the man pass by. I breathe out before looking at Steve. He is wearing a shocked face.

I then remember the reason why I made my way to his room in the first place.  

“Steve!! Did she tell you??”  

He nods with his hand over his mouth in disbelief.

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