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house-of-tykayl · 5 years ago

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cystar tho (headcanons)

imagine

cyborg and starfire are the cuddliest couple ever. the PDA is incredible. star will perch on his shoulders like he’s a climbing post/bird perch and generally just drape herself all over him bc he’s got a lot of surface area and she wants comfy. and cy will just grab her out of midair for huggles before letting her float away again like a balloon headed straight for the atmosphere. star will float higher when she wants to look over his shoulder at something (bc hes the only titan taller than her) and sometimes cy will just reach up and touch her waist and lead her around in the air like that while they chat

the other titans support them, but are simultaneously disgusted by the excessive amount of PDA. cy sometimes milks star’s affection to troll everyone, especially at the breakfast table. “hey star i havent had my morning kiss today” “oh apologies” “do that long tongue thingy again babe” “if you two dont let me eat my waffles in peace for just ONE morning i will open a portal to the seventh circle of hell and chuck the both of you inside”

star is living for the unabashed affection bc cyborg has no qualms about being proud boyfriend in public. like he’ll wrap an arm around her and go “hey star’s my girlfriend :)” and the grocery store clerk’s like “we know, that’ll be $15.99″ and star’s just beaming, holding the plastic bags full of snacks and unorthodox food combinations

if cy’s generous with the lovin wait till you see star lmao. “you are looking most beautiful today!” she keeps saying shit literally no one else will say, either (possibly) coz of the robot thing or just coz starfire’s being starfire, and cyborg’s just like *clutches_chest.jpeg* because she a lil weirdo but she makes him feel normal and appreciated and that he’s great the way he is, that he’s desired even if a lot of him isn’t organic anymore. like yes!! my boyfriend is comprised of 80% robotic parts!! he is extremely strong and the “cool”!!! is he not absolutely wonderful???

ok but starfire can almost never get enough touching, and cyborg’s just like aight *picks her up and carries her around on his arm for an hour* and she’ll just be giddy the entire time

more under the cut

star doesnt have a lot of preconceived notions of what a normal human relationship is, outside of things she sees on TV and robin’s incomprehensible push-pulling over the years. so she doesn’t care one bit about the fact that she’s cuddling a robot. she’d figured starting a relationship with anyone on earth would be something different for her regardless– so a lot of the things cyborg used to think a partner would find problems with, end up not happening because man, this alien chick. “may i lay together with you in your bed?” “girl are you saying you wanna sleep while standing up?? on my charging port???? surrounded by 3478012 cables and wires?????” “is there no room? then may i sleep on the floor?” she just wants to be with him

heck more bed shenanigans would involve like, cyborg awkwardly trying to lie down on star’s bed, and it feels weird coz he hasn’t slept in a real bed for years and while it feels nice he’s kinda sinking into the mattress and he’s self-conscious about leaving a dent in the frame?? or like rolling over at night and squashing star which would be awkward coz he’s more than a little heavy?? then star hops in and cuddles close and is all like shhhhhhhhh slep time

silkie is usually very happy about cyborg’s presence in star’s room, if only because he can gnaw on cy’s legs while they sleep. cy begins to think it’s also revenge since there’s a lot less space on the bed with himself in it, and silkie struggles to find room near starfire to sleep at night. they eventually just get a bigger bed. silkie is a lot less stressed– but cyborg still wakes up with chew marks in his legs

if either of them are too tired from a battle that day, the other will carry them to bed. BB laughed his ass off the first time he saw starfire princess carrying cy to his room (star’s perfectly capable of carrying his weight but her arms aren’t necessarily long enough to hold onto him properly, making it a little cumbersome and awkward), but cy just tiredly gives B the finger

cy will talk to star in awkward broken tamaranian and she’ll get all giggly. everyone else assumes it’s cute flirting, but he’s actually whispering dirty, raunchy shit. that she taught him. and she continues to teach him tamaranian, occasionally dropping new words while otherwise speaking english, and waiting for him to ask about what they mean.

cy will sometimes smack star’s ass and then run for his life before she can return the favor, because he always ends up with an overly-enthusiastic handprint-shaped dent in his ass. it’s a terrifying game of tag. BB will chase them chasing each other with a camera to add to his album of “cyborg’s dented ass” photos that he shares with the whole titans network

cy teaches star about the niches in earth/american culture, the kinds of things that are a little harder to learn about on your own, or things she otherwise wouldn’t have had a reason to learn. he tells her about old american tv shows and explains obscure slang words and how to make telemarketers hang up first and what the contra code is and why he mashes it in every time he boots up a new video game. it’s a crash course mix of useless trivia and miscellaneous culture that makes star’s head spin– but she’s excited about learning all the same, the power of just knowing more makes her feel more comfortable on a planet where she is always a foreigner

it’s kinda why star adores all the different nicknames cy has for her like “fly girl” “baby doll” etc because it makes her feel “in” coz she gets all these cool nicks of names like other earth people!! she fits in!!!! and he’ll say it so fondly it makes her blush half the time. cy definitely notices and thinks its super cute at how excited she gets over pet names. she tries to nickname him back at one point but it felt awkward and she struggled to come up with them, and cy reassured her that he liked her saying out his name anyway, its cool. just be yourself babey

cy loves teaching star things in general, he’s patient and she’s always an eager student. he once took a few hours showing her how to play video games and while she didn’t really take to it, she did learn how to not break the controller whenever her virtual car’s about to crash into the divider (she still shrieks when it happens though)

initially, star is a bit nervous about touching some of cyborg’s robot parts like the implants and consoles coz she’s not sure how to deal with them? alien tech is one thing and earth tech is another, and then there’s the advanced shit that made up cyborg’s body and literally keeps him alive. she’s petrified at the thought of accidentally breaking something like what if she presses the button that turns off his lungs???????? and cy is like why the fuck would i have a button to turn off my lungs?? so one day cy just sits her down so she’s leaning back against his chest, and he looks over her shoulder as he shows her how to navigate his arm console. press this button and choose this option, no the screen wont break even if you press hard, dont use the browser to download malware on my arm like BB did, etc. the ui’s pretty intuitive and star gets it pretty quickly, then she gets all excited. cy teaches her about all the maintenance he does on his body and how his charger works and all that shit and she like oooooo

“if the t-car is your baby, does this mean i am its mother? cyborg does she like me enough? should i assist in changing her oil? *panicking* WILL SHE ACCEPT ME AS HER ADOPTED K’NORFKA?!”

(the t-car is a sassy one, easily jealous and protective– but ultimately, she does approve of starfire, if only just barely)

they spend a lot of time in the garage together. whether cy’s fussing with the t-car or putting together a new gadget, star’s a helpful assistant when it comes to welding or heavy lifting. and while she doesn’t necessarily get programming, she still helps cy with all the calculations and math involved in it; the concept of physics as she has encountered on earth is primitive compared to tamaran, and cy will often challenge her to crack a tough equation before his computer can. while the computer usually gets a result first, star will just explain that its answer was wrong in the large scheme of things, before she starts going in depth into that nerdy science shit to find a more effective way to wire whatever project they’re working on and cy’s just like ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heart eyes ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ at how smart she is

they fucking love food. while all the titans are hanging out in the common room, star and cy spend an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen. star will literally eat anything, at any time, and cy would go like “yo star want a sub??” and shes like “YES I WOULD LOVE THE EDIBLE SUBMARINES” and they go make the tallest sub ever and then Eat it

they just cook together a lot, one of them being head chef for the hour and the other being the kitchen assistant. cy’s usually in the lead when they’re making food for the other titans (to prevent food poisoning), and star is happy to learn new recipes that aren’t lethal to her friends– that, and licking all the mixing bowls clean. cy purposely gets sauce etc on his face so that star will see and lick it off too. then star will very unsubtly smear food on her face so that cy will wipe it off with his finger and then things get handsy. (they’re both aware it’s a game, but they pretend like they don’t.)

cy gets them matching aprons and a tiny chef hat for star. she asks him why it’s so tiny or even necessary but he just thinks its cute af on her lol

it helps cy’s ego when star will also eat literally anything he puts in front of her while enjoying it unironically. of course, cy quickly learns that starfire’s favorite “earth” foods are things that most people wouldn’t consider food at all, so while he’ll prepare Real Food for himself, he had to start a new custom cookbook for the random combinations of ingredients that starfire likes to ingest. he’s torn between feeling like his chef skills go to waste on her, or being proud at how good he’s become at figuring out the kinds of food combos she likes based on the flavors and consistencies she’s inclined to. but ultimately she’s just so cute and happy when she smiles at the taste of m&ms on raw steak that cyborg’s just like ahh. fine.

cyborg: *sighs while writing* “edamame in a cherry-chocolate reduction: get a handful of fresh edamame, washing is optional, pour hershey’s chocolate sauce all over it, add cherries but don’t remove the pits or the stems, sprinkle in some drops of 7up, then cover that shit in mustard. stick it all in the microwave for 1 minute, doesn’t really matter what temperature? prep time: 3 and a half minutes. the fuck did i just write”

star: *wolfs down that edamame shit like its the best goddamn thing ever*

raven:

meanwhile, while cy can’t stomach star’s tamaranean food, he does go out of his way to learn how to prepare the stuff himself, for whenever star’s sick or feeling down. the nostalgic taste of home tends to help her feel better. the bowls of wustlepus might keep trying to strangle him, but hey, cy can handle it

cy used to think we was master of stuffing his face, but he quickly found out that you do not challenge an alien with 9 stomachs to an eating competition and expect to win. it’s still fun, of course, to pick a restaurant and watch her slowly but surely put away food with a grace that cy doesn’t (care to) have. robin and BB cheer will them on, raven is disgusted but plays referee anyway (even though it’s not like the result ever changes)

“are the table manners required for today’s duel of excessive food consumption?” star will ask cy innocently, but she’d be smiling a lil smugly because she knows she’s gonna win like always

(at some point, the restaurant manager will start eyeing them nervously from the doorway of the staff room, unsure about whether to ask the titans to leave before they run the kitchen dry, or to take advantage of the publicity.)

cy and star are a couple that isn’t inclined to subtle about anything. that means smooching all the time. mwah noises. flirting. glomps. yelling at shit together for fun– cy just expresses himself loudly, while shouting at each other is a form of affection on tamaran. they’ll sometimes wrestle, sometimes arm wrestling and sometimes all out full-body on the floor (actual wrestling tho, not a innuendo; star usually wins). they keep denting walls and furniture with their messing around and the other titans are like /(e_e)\ *passing out earplugs* and at some point robin is like guys… just… keep it in your rooms please

but being loud isn’t exclusive to daytime. nobody fucking knows how the hell an alien and a robot get it on, but based on all the god damn noise at night, they’ve apparently figured something out. maybe more than one something. it is a mystery

“hey, star… ever heard of a vibrator?”

most of their making out happens in the gym tho, let’s be real. they’ve been checking each other out for years in there. now they just get frisky after (or during, or before) a workout, culminating in yet another “workout”. they never lock the door, and after enough incidents the other titans just end up boycotting the gym entirely in lieu of the other training room

with the added privacy, star opts to work out in the gym without a top on. or a bra. then she heads for the treadmill

“you never wear clothing, cyborg, so why should i?”

cyborg keeps dropping his weights on himself and just ends up covered in dents, two mangled prosthetic legs, and having done no training at all

they’re such a peppy excited pair that sometimes things can get a bit too wild. there’s a pile in the back of cy’s room made up solely of dented/crushed/melted/ripped arm and leg prosthetics, all damaged because cy was busy pampering his superpowered alien gf a lil too much. starfire feels super bad but cy is like, he has to fix his limbs after a lot of battles anyway, it’s no big deal. he also hasn’t bothered to suggest a workaround yet because watching her lose control is hot (and maybe getting his hand melted is kinda kinky)

they sometimes troll the other titans– usually robin– by whispering in tamaranian behind them and snickering, pretending like they’re talking about them. robin used to be extra miffed by this, but after learning that cy’s tamaranian is actually still shit enough that he has yet to learn to string together a proper sentence longer than 3 words, robin knows they’re just fucking around with him. at one point robin turns around on the couch and throws some tamaranian right back at them and cyborg’s like :O what the fuck? what the fuck?? and star’s like yeah actually robin asked me to teach him tamaranian too. and robin’s like :) and cy is grumpy he can’t antagonize him with it anymore (and that it’s not exclusively his and star’s code language anymore, but really, you can’t own a language like that)

star likes to cart cy around while flying, but he’s just so bulky that he doesnt look all graceful and shit like robin; he just looks kinda goofy dangling in the air with her holding him under the arms. but even if he felt a little self-conscious, he forgets it quickly when she lets him skim the ocean with his feet or take him up over the clouds– he’d thought he lost everything with the accident that left him a robot, but getting to fly like this is something he never could’ve even dreamed of even when he was all human. like. this must be what it actually means to be living. everything happens for a reason

cy gets a UV lamp installed in his body just in case they get stuck somewhere and there’s no sunlight for star, he can’t replace the sun but it might help

he also turns his heaters up a bit when they’re cuddling coz he knows she likes warmth, as long as he’s not running the risk of overheating his system, but his metal parts can be cold to the touch and while she doesnt mind it at all he just wants her to be cozy….

cy’s like the only titan taller than star, so she usually floats to be eye level with him. he big and bulky and strong and he reminds her of galfore, and that’s part of why she always felt protected and safe around him. not to mention star’s been getting taller than most earth people her age; she sometimes feels like a tall poppy, sticking out of the crowd too much. so she lowkey enjoys being smol for once compared to cyborg, especially if she ever feels like hiding behind him, or being carried by him, the comfort of a sort of bodyguard that she doesn’t necessarily need but is there if she wants

i keep bringing this up but star sitting on cyborg’s shoulders/arms like. the result is this tall stack of a couple that towers over all the other titans– then like everyone will be chilling on the couch when they hear making out noises from above and they look up and its just star floating around cyborg’s head as they smooch and everyone’s like -_-

all the meme fun aside, they’re always able to confide in each other whenever they’re upset. they’ll sit together in silence and just lean on each other or hug and wait for someone to spill. if (when) it comes down to “will i ever fit in?”, because that kinda worry never completely goes away, they’ll be reassured that they know the few places they’ll always be accepted– and that’s in the titans, or in the unconventional relationship between a half robot and an alien nuclear bomb

star likes being around cy coz he’s so sturdy, in more ways than one– he’s strong enough to tank stuff so it’s safer to roughhouse with him. she loves being able to give the biggest of hugs without worrying too much about crushing a ribcage (earthlings and their Fragile Little Bones!)

cy loves how small star is compared to him bc shes fun to pick up or pluck from the air and cuddle ♥ and she’s so warm, just radiating heat both literally and metaphorically and she’s so full of life and heart, and cy’s once again reminded of what it really means to be human– by a goddamn alien, no less

they like to touch each other’s faces, just caressing n stuff like they do in “how long is forever” and the teen titans go comic #24, staring into each others eyes and shit and going all (uwu) they just love to touch each other okay even back when they were just friends!!!!!!!

HAVE I MENTIONED THE SMOOCHES. star will just kiss cy all over his face because its fun and she knows he likes it. then cy returns the favor, except with increasingly exaggerated kissing and nomming noises because it makes star laugh and blush like crazy. it’s horribly embarrassing for anyone else watching. star & cy are usually standing in the middle of the corridor by this point, and then robin was gonna head to his office, but once he sees the path is blocked– by this no less– just returns the way he came without a word

if anyone tries to make star feel uncomfortable for being alien or misunderstanding something, which does still happen sometimes, they’ll quickly find out they’ve got the goddamn terminator comin for their ass. or they’ll turn around and see 6 foot tall robot man with arms crossed and red eye glowing and he’ll be like (: hey there (:

star keeps leaving the garage with motor oil all over her face. none of the other titans knows how to address it, or if they even should, so they don’t

anyway theyre in love

#:)#text #cystar #im weak #yes i referenced teen titans go because ttg actually has the wholesome cystar content can you believe this. episodes just about them #and theyre really cute #fight me irl #might edit this later its a mess #long post

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hey-kids-want-some-avengers · 6 years ago

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A/N: Commission I did for @stuckysheart ! thanks so much, love, hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes/OC

Tags: established relationship, polyamory, kissing, cuddling, shower sex, power play, praise kink, anal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, begging, light daddy kink??, sub!Bucky, Switch!Steve, Switch!OC, multiple orgasms, hand jobs, teasing. I think that’s it lmao??

Katie managed to drag herself into her apartment, even with aching feet and sore shoulders from being hunched over her desk all day. She loved her job and she loved her students, but sometimes after a particularly long day of lessons and students never showing up or turning things in, she just needed a break. It hadn’t even just been a long day, it had been a long week, and the idea of having a quiet weekend with her boys was just what she needed.

She pushed open the door to their apartment, surprisingly large considering how high the prices are in Brooklyn these days. Between the three of them though, they managed payments just fine. That and with Steve and Bucky both being some kind of modern-day superhero and war heroes. She was getting used to the special luxuries that dating them sometimes came with.

She could hear the TV playing some nature documentary from the other room, just loud enough she could make out the narrators voice. She hung up her keys and bag by the door, running her hands through her hair to try and destress a little. She’d had too many meetings today and too many students hanging around after classes to try and do last minute catch-ups. Now, she just wanted to unwind and probably order take out. Or have Bucky cook, since he was apparently quite the chef, to Katie’s and Steve’s surprise. It was just something he’d started doing after he moved in with them both, messing around in the kitchen, he liked to make her and Steve breakfast on Sundays, sometimes. It was good for him, she was glad he had found something he enjoyed that he could do when she was at work and Steve was busy.

Even though Steve had broken off from the Avengers for the most part after getting Bucky back, he was still often busy with conferences, guest speaking and other things that Bucky wanted nothing to do with.

Katie toed off her shoes and stretched, joints cracking and popping in a way that was a cross between painful and relaxing. “I’m home,” she called out, heading through the entryway towards the living space where the TV and couch was. As soon as she rounded the corner she could see Steve and Bucky curled up in a mess of limbs on the couch, Bucky’s head resting against Steve’s chest, their legs and arms mashed together. They looked peaceful like that, drowsily watching the screen. Steve perked up when he realized she was standing there watching them and he smiled.

“Hey there, sorry I didn’t hear you,” he smiled softly, scooching over a bit to give her some room to perch beside them.

“Hey, doll,” Bucky hummed drowsily, petting the side of her leg gently when she scooted in next to them, the show forgotten. “How was work?”

“It was fine,” she shrugged, reclining back against Steve’s broad shoulders. “I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.”

“Mm, I’m sorry,” Steve hummed, a little pout visible before he kissed her sweet.

“It’s alright, I’m glad I get to be home with you two this weekend, just tell me you don’t have to be anywhere?” she asked hopefully, relaxing back more as Steve played with a piece of her blond hair, twirling it around his finger.

“Nope, not a thing I’ve gotta do but be here,” he assured and Katie smiled.

“I missed you two today,” she admitted, closing her eyes as she let them dote on her a little. The physical contact felt like heaven on her overworked body and brain.

“We missed ya too,” Bucky hummed in response, wiggling his way out of Steve’s hold so he could kiss her quickly. “It get’s quiet around here without you.”

“With your big mouth?” she teased, poking him in his ribs gently.

“Excuse you? I’m not the loudmouth here, that trophy is tied between you and Stevie,” he huffed, though he wasn’t at all upset.

“Me?” Steve asked, looking down at them both. “When have I ever been loud?”

“All the time,” Bucky answered.

“Constantly?” she offered and Steve responded by covering their mouths easily from where he sat, mostly under their bodies.

“Right.”

Katie grinned and eventually Steve moved his hands away from her and Bucky’s mouths. They lay like that for a while longer in the enjoyed silence, comfortable in the closeness, until the show ended and some obnoxious show about sport fishing came on and Bucky moved to turn it off. “So, what can we do for ya?” he asked, tossing the remote aside after the TV was off.

“What do you mean?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at Bucky. “Just don’t make me cook tonight and I’m fine.”

Steve chuckled under her weight and Bucky grinned before shaking his head. “You had a bad week.”

“Long week,” she corrected.

“Long week,” Bucky amended with a roll of his eyes. “So what can we do to help? Besides order pizza?”

“Chinese?” she asked, batting her eyes and Bucky snorted, glancing at Steve before nodding. “Then I dunno, this already sounds pretty perfect.”

“How about a good relaxed evening of cuddling, movies and take out?” Steve suggested, rubbing her shoulders gently.

“Perfect,” she agreed. “I feel gross though, I’m all grimy from work. The AC hardly works there, I swear.”

“Shower first?” Bucky suggested, looking a little hopeful with that glint in his eyes. If there was one thing Bucky enjoyed it was the time they spent together in their bathroom and bedroom. The bathroom was one of the nicest rooms in the apartment, honestly. It was big, nicely finished with matching towels and bathmats. The shower itself was the largest part and certainly the most expensive part of the whole apartment, some luxury that had just kind of come with dating Steve, apparently. The tiles were gorgeous and hand painted, four panes of sliding glass doors outside the walk-in shower. There were two large benches inside, perfect to fit easily up to two or three people each. There were five shower heads too, in the giant expanse of the shower. They had eight different settings for the spray and pressure and they sprayed down beautifully into the big open space.

Sometimes the three of them would spend an hour under the warm spray of water beating down on their backs while lathering each other's bodies up or washing each other's hair. Steve loved nothing more than having Katie or Bucky washing his hair and scrubbing at his scalp. It turned him into jelly. Their sex life was great too, and there were very few times that they left the showers without some kind of orgasm. Needless to say, the shower had quickly become one of their favorite places, especially after a long day or any stressful events. It was the perfect escape in their home.

“I think a shower would be nice,” she hummed, tipping Steve’s head down so she could kiss him properly. “What do you think?”

Steve was already a puddle under her fingers, peppering his face and along the scruff of his beard with kisses. He nodded eagerly, eyes a little darker. “Yeah- yes please.”

“Buck?” she double-checked, looking over her shoulder at him who was perched like a cat beside them on the couch looking flushed and eager.

“Yeah- real good with that.”

She grinned and nodded towards the bedroom where their shower connected and Bucky climbed off the couch with grace, waiting for her and Steve to follow in suit. Steve waits for her to climb off the couch and stretch a bit before he gets up too, quickly catching up to Bucky who’s already trying to kiss them both whenever he can get the chance.

“You need to calm down,” Steve comments with a chuckle, shaking his head fondly as Bucky pulls off his shirt before they’re even in the room.

“Oh yeah, big boy, how come?” Bucky teases back, tossing the shirt to the side, leaving it somewhere on the floor. Steve just grins at him and pushes him into the bathroom.

Steve starts up the showers, hot enough that it doesn’t take long before the room is filling with steam, fogging up the big mirror above the sink. Katie takes the opportunity to lean in on Bucky, running her hands through the long bits of his hair, pulling just enough that she can reach to kiss him. Bucky goes easily enough, his hands finding her hips as they kiss, soft lips and a bit of tongue.

She likes the way Bucky puts on a show of defiance, always cocky and eager and then once the mood is set, he practically melts under the slightest touch of affection. He likes a little pain, a little order. He likes when Katie and Steve boss him around a little, tugging his hair and getting him all pliant and wonton. It makes Bucky practically glow. She loves watching the way Bucky’s face gets flushed pink when Steve runs his big hands over Bucky’s chest while kissing him with too much teeth and tongue. Nothing gets her going quite like seeing the way her boys love on each other, the way Steve likes to mark Bucky up and the way Bucky will pant and whine for her or Steve as he’s teased.

Steve likes to please, more than anything. He likes to make Katie’s knees go wobbly with too much attention to the gentle swell of her breasts and the tight peaks of her nipples after he spends too much time playing with them in his mouth, suckling and tugging at them with his teeth. He likes the noises he’s rewarded. He likes leaving Bucky a mess after he’s done sucking spots onto his thighs and teasing his cock, not quite mean but not nice either.

Their sex life isn’t all vanilla, they don’t think it ever has been, but there’s something about in the shower, not laying together in their bed, kissing and grinding and fucking, that brings something almost animalistic out. Where they feel raw and needy and so, so good, and nothing’s denying them of that, of taking their time, pulling each other apart and piecing each bit back together.

The water can stay warm forever, it seems. Forever is all they need.

She tugs at Bucky’s pants a little while still kissing, nibbling at his bottom lip, and he makes a noise of agreement, easily helping to shove his jeans down around his thighs. Steve comes up behind him after the shower is going, sandwiching Bucky between himself and Katie. Bucky leans back almost instinctively into the firm spread of Steve’s chest, groaning softly as she bites at his lip and tugs at his underwear while Steve rubs his hands over the small of Bucky’s back and ass.

“Too many clothes,” Steve grumbles into the back of Bucky’s head and Katie makes a noise of agreement before pulling off her own shirt, leaving Bucky to rest back against Steve with his lips pink and swollen and his pupils blown. He watches her like she’s a goddess, a look of awe across his face.

Katie can already feel how wet she’s getting, the inside of her thighs slightly damp. “You two look pretty like that,” she hums, unclipping her bra with no particular rush as she watches Steve suckle on Bucky’s neck, still grabbing needily at whatever skin he can get.

“Don’ tease,” Bucky says, grinning through his haze.

“I like teasing you though, baby,” she hums and Bucky and Steve visibly shutter. “Let’s get in the shower already.” she finishes removing her clothes, socks, and pants discarded onto the tiled floor.

Steve nods and gently nudges Bucky from leaning against him so he can get undressed himself, but Katie’s on Steve in an instant, tugging his shirt off and feeling over his chest and shoulders. she can feel the line of his cock filling out in his sweats, pressed up against her leg. She can hear Bucky breathing deep behind them, watching the way Steve’s torn between undressing and kissing, touching, feeling.

Their lips clash, teeth and tongue in an unbalance fight between their mouths and the need for more skin, more to ravage. Eventually, Katie’s naked, mostly from Steve’s impatient tugging at her clothes as they make out hot and wet. Steve’s only wearing his sweats, and Katie easily hooks her thumbs under the waistband while she rocks her hips against his.

Bucky makes a needy sound from behind her and Steve grins, eye’s cast over her shoulder at Bucky, undoubtedly. “Impatient?”

“Fuck off,” she hears Bucky say, but he’s breathless and his voice is raspy in a way she could recognize anywhere. She can tell he’s touching himself, stroking his cock while he watches them kiss and tease. It gets him needy and hot.

“Wanna join, baby boy?” she asks, licking her lips as she pulls away from Steve’s mouth. She flashes Bucky a look from over her shoulder as she tugs Steve’s sweats down slowly. As she’d guessed, Bucky’s braced against the bathroom door, his face flushed darkly as his hand works in quick strokes over his cock, already leaking.

He makes some kind of noise in his throat, almost a whine and he nods vigorously, his hair falling messily around his face. “Fuck- fuck, yeah,” Bucky pants and she grins.

“Come on then, hm? The water might get cold, boys,” she hums as she pulls away from Steve as he finishes undressing, his cock heavy and hard. She steps back into the shower and they follow like puppies, on her heels, flushed and needy.

The shower heads spray down in a warm rush, the steam rolling up into the air in thick swirls. She takes a couple of steady steps back until she can feel the spray wash over her shoulders and run down over her breasts and her stomach. Her hair gets wet easily, and she pushes it back from her face. It feels amazing, cascading over her tense muscles.

She watches Steve help Bucky into the shower after her, kissing on his neck and shoulder as he does. He can’t seem to keep his hands to himself and Katie certainly has no complaints. He watches the way Bucky leans into every touch, making light, needy whines whenever Steve so much as pulls back for air between their kisses.

It’s easy, sweet- just kissing and touching- not enough for anyone to get any real release. It’s relaxing and steady and she revels in the way her boys play along perfectly.

“Stop bein’ a tease,” Bucky whines finally after too long of being pushed up against the shower wall under one of the showerheads, his hair wet and dripping around his shoulders and his skin pink from the teasing and warmth of the room.

Steve grins at Bucky from where he’s currently sucking a dark bruise onto his collarbone. “Like teasin’ you, Buck, you make sweet lil noises,” Steve says and Katie grins.

“Come on Buck, ask nicely,” she teases and Bucky groans, leaning heavy into the wall.

“please- ?” he asks finally, his head lulling to the side so he can look at her from where Steve has him pinned.

The sight of him there, looking to her for permission, looking flushed and so, so needy, his cock hard against his stomach, it sends a shiver through her and her hand smoothes down over her body towards her pussy, wet and aching for attention. “I think he’s been a good boy,” she says to Steve, offhandedly and Bucky visibly shivers, preening at the attention. “You too, Steve.”

Steve makes an appreciative noise as he pulls back from Bucky’s bruised up skin. “Yea?” he murmurs almost hopefully. She can see the way he’s just barely holding back from fisting his cock in his hand, but he’s good. He’s always good and obedient, so tight strung into this need to please and obey.

“Mhmm,” Katie hums and Bucky tries rutting up against Steve’s thigh for friction, even at the slightest brush his eyes practically roll back. “Come on, why don’t you two show me how good you can be for me, huh?”

“Yeah-, yeah,” Bucky agrees quickly and Steve nods too.

“Make me feel good,” she says and Steve and Bucky both practically jump at the chance before she continues. “Put on a show for me, ‘kay? Lemme see how good and sweet you can be, huh? I wanna see you fuck each other, just for me.”

There’s a flash of something dark and possessive in Steve’s eyes, hungry for just that, and he nods- eyes wide. “Yes- yes please.”

“Such a good boy,” Katie smiles, her fingers gently rubbing against her folds and teasing around her clit. Steve’s eyes follow each movement carefully, lips parted. “Buck?”

Bucky’s still rubbing against the thick of Steve’s thigh, panting as he watches. “Uhuh, want that,” he says. “Want you to fuck me, Stevie,” he says, nipping at Steve’s earlobe to get his attention again. It works, of course.

“That’s it, baby, good boy,” she says just to see the way Bucky’s eyes lose focus at the praise.

Steve hums and bites down on the skin between Bucky’s neck and shoulder and they both let out a low groan. Katie can see the smear of precum over the head of Bucky’s cock as he grinds into Steve and she slips her fingers along her entrance, feeling how slick she is already.

“How you want it, Buck?” Steve asks, lapping at the bruised spots on Bucky’s neck. They all know the serum means any marks left on the boys will be gone by the next morning at the latest, which means Steve has no issues leaving large, dark, hickeys all over Bucky. He likes to do the same to Katie, too, but they have to be a little more careful about where.

Bucky tips his head back against the wall with a groan as Steve wraps his hand around Bucky’s cock. “Fuck, Stevie,” he grits out, his hands scraping at the title behind him. “Anyway- however you want me.”

Steve grins and kisses him, swallowing up his moans. “That’s a good answer,” Steve chides as he lets go of Bucky’s dick, only stroking him a few times.

“Don’t tease,” Bucky hisses.

“Yeah, yeah,” Steve chuckles. “He’s needy, Kate, see what I oughta put up with?” he asks as he grips Bucky’s hips and hoists him up against the wall, his legs instinctively wrapping around Steve’s middle.

Katie lets out a breathy sigh, her fingers pressing into her cunt gently, still just teasing as she watches them banter and start to work themselves up. “Shut him up then,” she hums and Bucky whines high.

Steve grins at Bucky who shares an equally eager look. “Gonna open you up and fuck you, Buck,” he says and it’s certainly a promise. “Let her watch, get off on the noises you make- the way you look on my cock,” Steve growls and Katie can tell Steve’s flipped like a switch from needy and coy to the animalistic, dominating, filth that he loves and takes whenever he can. He and Bucky switch, they all do, but Katie knows her boys and she knows the way her sweet talking and domination gets Bucky like nothing else, and the way Steve loves to make them both melt under his touch, likes the praise and sweet kisses. They like it all.

“Fuck, your mouth,” Bucky groans around a half hearted laugh.

Steve smirks and presses two thick fingers at Bucky’s lips. “Suck, pretty boy, hm?”

Bucky doesn’t need any urging and he happily takes the fingers into his mouth, lapping at them with his tongue, watching Katie through his hooded eyes as he does. He’s jostled a little when Steve starts to grind into him, maneuvering Bucky’s body around in search of friction.

“You like that, baby?” she purrs and Bucky makes a desperate noise. “Like having something in your mouth, knowing I’m watching. You like being good, right?”

Bucky grins around Steve’s fingers as he pulls them slowly past his lips. “Mhmm, love you,” he pants and Katie smiles.

“I love you too, Buck, you know I love my boys,” she says, gasping when her fingers brush along her g-spot, legs trembling under her. “Love watching you.”

A string of needy, desperate sounds fall from Bucky’s lips as Steve circles Bucky’s rim with his fingers, slick with spit. “Tell me you want it,” Steve says, not quite pushing in.

“Fu-uck, you know I do- Steve, please,” Bucky groans, eyes fluttering.

“Takes so little to get you needy,” Katie comments as she continues to finger herself open. Maybe after they’re done, she’ll have them fuck her.

Bucky groans again and grabs onto Steve’s shoulders to brace himself better, his back still pressed against the smooth, wet tile. “Please, please fuck me?”

Steve grunts and grinds up hard against the inside of Bucky’s thigh, cock angry and dripping. Steve’s better at keeping his composure, but his cock is always a telltale sign of how long he’s gonna last with the teasing before he starts fucking hard and raw, however he can get it. Even now he looks about ready to cum. “Yeah, baby- anything for you,” he says as he presses his fingers easily into Bucky. It’s not much of a stretch and Bucky moans around the digits greedily.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” Bucky gasps and Katie watches the way Bucky’s back arches away as Steve fucks his finger gently in and out, teasing his hole.

“He’s not even tight,” Steve comments with a grin, adding a third finger in. “so ready for it.”

The thought alone, Bucky’s hole ready and open for Steve to fuck, makes Katie’s breath hitch and she pulls her slick fingers from her cunt, rubbing circles around her clit, pleasure sparking in the corners of her vision. “God, keep going.”

“Ready for my cock, baby? Ready for me to stuff you full infront of her?”

Bucky’s eyes are heavy and his skin is flushed dark, nodding against the wall, his hair sticking. “Mhmm- please, yeah,” he breathes and Steve grins and slowly removes his fingers from Bucky’s hole.

Steve wipes them off on Bucky’s chest, still slick with spit. “Gonna make you cum watchin’ her pleasure herself, you like that?” he asks, teasing as he lines the thick head of his cock up with Bucky’s hole.

“Jesus fuck, Steve, please,” Bucky cries and Steve obliges happily, fucking up into Bucky, grabbing onto his hips so tight that Katie is sure it must hurt, it’s hard enough to bruise for sure, and Bucky just moans, mouth going slack at the pleasure of it.

“God, you feel good,” Steve groans, thrusting up into Bucky with quick and easy movement. “Look at him, baby girl, look at the way daddy fuck him,” he babbles and Katie whines, fucking herself again while still rubbing in circles at her clit, slick dripping down her thighs even under the spray of water.

“Oh fuck, Steve,” she gasps, her fingers fucking in faster and faster as she feels herself approaching her orgasm, pleasure building in her gut.

Bucky’s almost incoherent already, each thrust punching little needy sounds from him. “More, more, please,” Bucky says as he grabs his cock, stroking feverishly as it dribbles precum.

“You want more, baby? Want me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk straight?” Steve asks, forcing Bucky’s hips up and down to meet his thrusts so he can fuck deeper into him.

“Yes, fuck!” Bucky gasps and Katie doesn’t miss the way his eyes keep darting between her and Steve, watching the way she pleasures herself and the way Steve’s cock disappears into his hole.

Steve picks him up easily so he isn’t leaning back against the wall anymore and stumbles over to one of the big shower benches across from where Katie’s leaning. He lays Bucky across it and pulls his knees up to his chest as he sink his cock deep into Bucky again with a better angle. “You like that, baby? That better?”

Bucky’s eyes roll back and he continues to fist his cock, mouth slack. “Fuck- fuck, fuck, Ste-eve,” Bucky gasps, hips jerking helplessly to meet Steve’s hard, deep thrusts.

Katie moans, biting down on her bottom lip as she feels her orgasm wash over her, her legs shaking underneath her as she keeps up a steady pace, finger sliding in and out of her pussy. “Fuck, that’s it, keep going- so hot,” she breathes, her cunt overly sensitive and wonderful, she loves the rush she gets as she keeps fucking herself, hungry to cum again with Steve and Bucky.

“Ya know she likes the way you look under me Buck, likes hearing you beg. I do too.” Steve catches Bucky’s mouth in a clash of teeth and tongue and they makeout around sloppy kisses and needy moans until Bucky has to pull away to breathe.

“Fuck, Steve- I’mma cum, please,” he cries and Steve moans, only speeding up his efforts as he then knocks Bucky’s hand away so he can take hold of his cock, jerking him quickly in time with his thrusts until Bucky’s practically screaming, back arching up off of the bench as he comes, come coating his stomach and Steve’s hand.

“Yeah, that’s it, you look so good like this, Buck,” Steve groans. Steve continues to pound into him until he’s whining and too sensitive, eye’s distant. “Fuck,” Steve curses as he pulls out, jacking himself off over Bucky until he spills over his hand too, splashing across a bit of Bucky’s chest underneath him.

Bucky’s panting hard underneath him looking blissed out and wonderful and Steve braces himself for a moment before he glances back at Katie whose fingers are fucking her cunt fast and deep, her mouth hanging open as little gasps come from her. “Lemme eat you out, please?” he asks with a grin, chest still heaving from his orgasm.

“Oh, fuck,” Katie gasps. “Get over here, please- need you,” she begs and Steve’s on her in an instant, dropping to his knees so he can lap at her pussy, running his tongue along her folds in quick, precise movements, flicking his tongue over her clit. “Fuck, Steve! Yes!”

She sees Bucky pull himself up from the bench on wobbly legs, looking fucked out and tired as he wanders over, running his flesh hand gently over her breasts, kissing oh so gently at her neck and collar bone. “Mm, love you- love you so much,” he mumbles into her skin and Katie groans, grinding herself down onto Steve. The combination of Steve’s rough, talented mouth and Bucky’s gentle kisses is enough to drive her wild as she climaxes again, her legs nearly giving out as she does.

Her vision swims and she lets Bucky and Steve help maneuver until the three were lying on the shower floor, all panting and tired, fucked out and blissful. Steve and Bucky sandwich her between their bodies, too tired to get up right now, the shower heads pouring down overhead, water splashing gently over their bodies.

“God, I love you guys,” Steve says groggily as he kisses her head and Bucky hums happily.

“I love you too,” Katie smiles, letting the warm water cascade down over them.

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EOR Shinjuku Singularity: Prologue~Section 6

The hell in Seraph is over for now, time to get back to the main story for NA! And, finally the ACTUAL tutorial stage of how HP bar works arrived as well... I’m not paying 1 SQ for another spartan lesson again...

Anyway... Just some FYI, all EOR Singularities are actually skippable. Yeah, that’s a slap for dropping the bomb... But yes, all EOR Singularities can skipped and be done another time. They aren’t the requirement SO FAR (because I don’t know if DW in JP will change it) for future event

So if you feel your team isn’t ready, just wait for another 1 or 2 event to grind materials so you can go back to start the story. Because... After going through SE.RA.PH... It’s really important you got 1 of each class (including Mash) have their level maxed out and skills level as high as your QP could bring.

So without further ado... Let the crime in Shinjuku begin!

Prologue

Starting with a spring cleaning in Guda’s room, Mash and Guda both tidying up Guda’s room as they reminsince of the past. Fou wanted to help, but was assured by Mash they can handle it...

Oh, Da Vinci-chan came by... For slacking off as usual OTL Hiding away from the higher-ups when things are getting busy... Gudas, this is your room. So it’s your responsibility to clean it up too... Something Mama Emiya would scold together with Mash onto the Gudas. A peaceful life after the whole ordeal in Part I...

After cleaning, Mash left with Fou to get tea as break time. Da Vinci revealed that after Mash’s revival in Solomon Singularity, her whole body renewed to a human body... With her no longer being able to become a Demi-Servant because her magical circuits no longer working

Da Vinci briefly explained about the magic circuits, and summarized her switch is now jammed. Despite it being nothing wrong physically, it doesn’t change she can’t activate her magic circuits

Suggesting for Mash to go to school, the Gudas interrupted with Mash’s arrival on the topic of love. Da vinci teasing them at the back of the possible romance blooming...

Moving on, looks like the Mage Association did showed up and got mindfucked on everything that the Gudas went through... Mash revealed what she overhear which is the two staff discussing on new mages coming into Chaldea to work as new Master...

Topic on Lev Lainur brought up, hinting that there’s an accomplice of his action that he started from the very beginning. And currently, it’s unknown of their appearance...! Because of his bombing, the current staff are now held under suspicion on terrorism for bombing the Master candidates...

Olga Marie’s family still currently having problems to deal with especially the death of the director... The worry of the Chaldea being frozen, wished Romani is still here with us... At least he’ll know what to deal with the situation here...

One of the staff also decided to protect the Guda’s from the mage association, something that the other staff doesn’t want to do. To protect the young Gudas getting caught up in the politics, even knowing how much it’ll stain their reputation much to their dislike, they work together to protect their future this time

Back to Da Vinci and Mash, Da Vinci understood as knowing the Mage Association won’t rest and stop until they interrogate the Gudas. Assuring not only Mash and Da Vinci, everyone that they contracted with and met knows their efforts! Hence, it’s all right even if no one knows that they save the world.

While commenting Fou is being innocent in his unusual behavior, Da Vinci already ran off to hide from the Mages Association. Both Gudas and Mash resumed back to their cleaning...

Hm? The alarm? An attack?! Stopping their cleaning towards the Command room... A new Singularity appeared in Shinjuku?!?!?! B... BUT WHY?! No disorder in the timeline... So why?!

Despite Goetia’s gone... They’re back? Because of those 7 Singularities.. It also messed other timeline too?! As the said Master candidate yet to arrive, the Gudas once more go on a journey to fix the Singularity again

Da Vinci’s right... Even if the new candidate are here, the only experienced person by far to fix the Singularity is the Gudas themselves. With some Servants that’s still remaining in Chaldea, or practically everyone, Gudas are ready to take on a new challenge

Mash is now entrusted to Romani’s role as instructed by Da Vinci to make sure Gudas existence are still here. Da Vinci warning us to be careful one last time... The image of Romani from their view, made them remember his first word in the prologue and his final words... Let’s head to the entangled web of Shinjuku Singularity!

Section 1

So... Does anyone.... Like... I don’t know... First... WAKE UP GUDAS!!! WE’RE FALLING AGAIN FROM THE SKY LIKE BABYLONIA SO WHY?!?!!?!?! GAAAH!!!

Huh? Wait, who the hell monologues our issue? I don’t care about finding love, just save the Gudas--!! WHO?! A strange old man now saves the Gudas after separating from their Servants?!

Thank you for that one hell of a landing, sir... Yep, everything all right so no need to go past personal space please! .... Okay, what’s going on in this hell, whoever you are?

So strange gang members, weird looking machine dolls, and a spy squad? Okay hornets for the spy squad... Those things are killing off all good people except the evil ones?!

A strange tower and familiar wall in Uruk stood in middle of Shinjuku, definitely a Singularity needed to fix in this timeline. Well thanks for the heads up, dappy Servant, good to know we’re not going there anytime soon right now. And fair enough, seems like this Singularity is where revealing a True Name will become more than fatal if we know...

So Archer of Shinjuku, I look forward in your care with the Gudas here! Except don’t bring them to a host club to gather more harem members than needed... Anyway, heading down to the streets, Mash deduced which even Archer of Shinjuku wonders if he’s supposedly a Caster-class Servant.

Oh right, now I remember about Keroro the moment he mentioned Anglo Mois... That’s the supposedly rumored end of world doomsday in 1997... OTL Okay dude, for someone supposedly wanting to “help” us, you sure sound excited in destroying the whole world here >.>

Woah, thank you for the warning! Looks like the enemy mobs are here, time to see what Archer of Shinjuku can do to prove that he’s helping us! Or not, since I’m not using NPC Servant...

... OKay what? You mean they drugged themselves to be mages?! Those gang members?!! Nevermind, time for this first show of the chapter begin!

Those mob apparently does crit star gather rate down debuff... Shouldn’t be a problem to kick their ass while grinding for bond points!

Meanwhile in Chaldea, both Da Vinci and Mash wondered about Archer of Shinjuku’s true name. Though, they ended up drawing blanks and decided to hide this from the Gudas until they figured out something

Back at the street, that’s what you get for messing with us! Well.. Ouch, sorry dude, that sucks on missing out the youthful part of life... Maybe it’s justice? You did help Guda in scaring away the mobs that’s picking on the weak, so it’s justice!

Looks like we earned Archer of Shinjuku’s respect, with Guda’s right judgement in withholding to trust him fully. We got a deal as he agree to help us to fix back the singularity, we move onto the next area....

..... Man, this feel odd. I can see Edgelord Dantes writing dairy in his Counte of Monte Cristo novel, just not in FGO. But then again, his words always gives foreshadowing especially summarizing how good can’t survive in this singularity

Seems like he’s working on his own, to figure out what’s going on Shinjuku here... I knew something wrong with that old man the moment he’s excited on destroying the whole world!! And we? Dantes, I thought you say you’re working alone?? Dantes?! Avenger??!

Section 2

Somewhere in some building, with that familiar shape of a certain Servant, he’s with his Archer, Rider and Assassin Servant ally in a meeting. Expectedly, they are the bad guys that creating this Singularity, already knowing the Gudas are here to fix it

Rider Servant enraged that the plan of making Guds fall to death failed. Assassin laughed and suggested to let the Rider Servant go to hunt the Gudas down... Gee, some evil relationship you have to work together.

Three Servants coming after the Gudas’ head... And... Huh? Other Archer revealed himself? He looks familiar... But on one thing, we thankfully don’t need to face their Saber and Lancer since they both got killed before they arrived.

Wait Nameless... That sounds really familiar... It can’t be right...? Though at least we know where those magical bullet comes from... Sharing a weapon very similar to our companion we know here *stares at Archer of Shinjuku*

Other Archer took his leave to check his sniper spot now that the Gudas arrived, or... No... No way... EMIYA?! OUR MAMA EMIYA?!?!!?!? THAT EMIYA WHO DOES UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS AND COPIES EVERYONE’S NOBLE PHANTASM?!!!

And, it’s Emiya Alter?! What the hell?! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?!?!?! Even his whole personality turned colder than the one who often nag at the Gudas...!!

After Emiya Alter left, the boss made comparison with Assassin with the latter being unpredictable than the Other Archer. Assassin has left, leaving.... SHAKESPEARE?! What the hell! How did you even got entangled into this mess?!

So, he’s forced to summon those monster for Archer of Shinjuku... Great, the mess just keep going worse... OTL

Back in the main street of Shinjuku, the Gudas were briefly lectured further by James of the mobs that existed here. But as we approached the stroller of a baby’s cries.... A doll? A BOMB?!

Archer of Shinjuku saves them again, and shouldn’t as a heroic spirit your back will healed? Archer of Shinjuku again briefly lectured them to be mindful of their surroundings, and scolded for being reckless. So... 9 strange mobs making Sorpano coming at us? We’re going to have a rap battle with them?!

Christine... OH, Phantom of the Opera’s love interest?! She’s behind this?!! And... Okay, at least good to know where the dead bodies disappeared after hearing their song like a siren here!

As one of the ruffians they fought got caught by those Coloratura... Sorry, skip the lecture on how to keep hostage alive-- Damn it! Of course it’s not something to be happy they’re forced to watch an innocent human getting attacked here >.>

....... Well, so much for exiting since you’re bragging about stealth operation here... And don’t laugh to change the subject, now we got to face 9 of those coming at our ass here!!

One thing annoying... Was their sudden NP charge in the first wave... The mobs aren’t really an issue, but... God damn it!

All 9 are dead, time to make our escape here ASAP! You really underestimate the Gudas here... Considering they don’t stoop to beg even towards Gilgamesh and Ozymandias back in their singularities.

Meeting this version of the Phantom of Opera and his beloved.... Machine doll, Christine... Who now known as the cause of wanting human skin and blood to become human. And how is that our fault?! Hey, it’s not like we want to save the world because we want to?! Blame Goetia for trying to wipe the whole of humanity’s existence here!!

........... Archer of Shinjuku, you fucking idiot!! Why did you have to push a button on her!!! >.> At least stall time by talking, and not having them going after your heads!!! One explosive getaway, we’re at another end of the streets or so...

Okay... Who the hell control this highway here if this is now a divided zone of conquer?!?!?

Section 3

So.... That wolf howling in previous and current chapter... Well... NO SHIT, NARRATOR! OF COURSE, YOU NEED TO RUN REGARDLESS WHERE YOU ARE THE MOMENT YOU HEAR THE HOWLING!! RUN!!!

Not a normal wolf coming at the Gudas at 2km per hour... Definitely a Servant getting the Gudas head!! If we can’t outrun it, then we just have to fight it! I’m not sure on how fear works via theory but if you feel trembling and want to pee in the pants with no restraint on seeing something scary, then that’s fear

So, a fictional wolf huh? Along with its rider... But, there’s situation with Nursery Rhyme *cough* And gacha will always be able to bring them in *cough* So, wait, is this the Phantom Spirit Sherlock is going after?!

And it spit at us human arm... Time to figure out their True Name later, let’s get out of here!!

<<NOT SCREENSHOT>>

Okay, I went in blind here and nearly dead because Kiritsugu, Shiki and First Hassan were nearly having problems thanks to its debuff. At least Hassan’s guts saved his own life when Rider uses its NP.... I REALLY HATE INSTA-KILL FROM ENEMIES WHEN WE CAN’T INSTA-KILL THEM!!

Plot wise, well no fucking shit Archer of Shinjuku! Looks like even his own magic bullets aren’t working to defeat Rider. So... Yay! Free driving lesson in the midst of getting chased by a headless rider with his wolf!!

Wait that smokescreen... The motorcyle and that’s.... ARTORIA ALTER?! She picked them up, with Archer of Shinjuku remaining behind to stall for time. Meanwhile back with our Edgelord Dantes, you’re really getting weirder than usual

I know you’re concerned of Archer of Shinjuku siding with the Gudas for strange reason... WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR EDGELORD WE KNOW?!

Section 4

Artoria Alter... Riding over speed limit and telling to calm down, will not make people calm down! OTL But thank you, at least now the Gudas are extremely far from their territory...

Meeting this version of Artoria Alter, we earned her respect from this version. With a temporary contract made with her, we-- Hm? Aww a cute little doggo! But how could such an adorable stray dog like him will bite Artoria Alter! Even Fou is excited on meeting this new companion!

Please, let us take the dog to your base! You’re not going to deny his adorable puppy face will you...? Gudas, none of you should own a pet until you guys went through proper pet caring lesson... Who gives onion or chocolate to them?! Nice! Cavall II is going with us to Artoria’s base XD

At her base right in the roost... Wow, that’s lot of food ration to survive. After feeding Cavall II food, we briefly explained whatever Archer of Shinjuku mentioned. Wait? You fought him before? So he’s an enemy previously but now???

So, who the hell did we meet if the one Artoria described is different...? So before meeting us, she met the two members of this league that caused the singularity... And Edmond?! Wait... He called himself Edmond...? So... Okay, at least he got her to help us.

The maze of where this Singularity stands... Things are getting messy OTL

Back at the league, the other Archer of Shinjuku... As they noted they’re on the losing end, guess trouble brewing when we head out to find our Archer of Shinjuku.

Next day, backaches from sleeping on the hard floor, we met at the sight of Artoria training Cavall II?? Well time to move on... Back in the street, so it’s always night time here... And we finally entered the maze itself... What the heck? So much change really in this Singularity...

And, looks like a territory that should be here isn’t now... Okay, looks like another trap again with the hornets coming after our ass this time!!

So after defeating those hornet, and earning compliment from Artoria Alter... Time to save our Archer of Shinjuku from them! As he’s now facing against another group of Hornets with him

... Good god, it’s your own coffin gun and you don’t know how to reload?! Well, at least we save him... And it confirms, that’s the Servant Artoria met and fought before but why?!

And hey, once again Gudas surprised Archer of Shinjuku by mentioning he saved them because he’s a hero. Though, looks like the one we have is a clone and the one in the league is the original? Guess, it’s a good reason if you want to survive in this hell, you’d manipulate words to get people to trust and save you though not fully

Archer of Shinjuku also instantly know about Artoria’s true name just by her appearance and manner... Now this is getting interesting on maybe leaning towards his true identity!

Again with Dantes?, looks like his identity brings more suspicion to him. At this point, he’s growing more worried for both Gudas and Mash with Archer of Shinjuku with us

In the base greeted by Cavall II.... Even he thinks whole-heartedly Archer of Shinjuku is still evil despite his claim of being the good one! It’d be one hell of a comedy if it’s animated with Archer of Shinjuku attempting to make friends with Cavall II while Artoria is holding back her laughter XD

Section 5

Next day, Gudas answered the phone by Artoria’s order after a good night sleep. A mysterious person, which Gudas immediately noted it’s Edmond, telling them that Jeanne Alter’s HQ is being attacked by Emiya Alter’s army!

After giving us the information, Gudas reported back to them what they learned. And before we can do that, Artoria, let’s make a plan to save her. And Jeanne Alter has a point, YOU trespassed her territory uninvited y’know, Archer...

Greeting Cavall II goodbye, we’re at the park where Emiya Alter facing off against Jeanne Alter! She’s definitely been holding on for a while, though the bullets landed on her...

I see this is your first time meeting the Emiyas, Jeanne Alter. They got away with copying Noble Phantasm, so that can’t surprise anyone anymore... Wait Jeanne--!!

As the fire burns through another part of the city, Emiya Alter escaped alive. And also, that’s kinda rich from someone who’s been a fake in copying others, Emiya Alter >.>

Fortunately, Jeanne Alter is also fine but badly injured from her fight. With us arriving, cat fight between both Alters began. Long time no see, the shady-looking and nervous Master arrived to save you too, Jeanne Alter.

If only things were that easy in getting Servants like Jeanne Alter to join us via coming home into our Chaldea from gacha... :T Nevermind, looks like we got 8 ruffians coming after our ass!

After clearing them, Jeanne Alter questioned on Mash who quickly evaded she had taken leave from her role as Guda’s Servant for now. And they start their cat fight again since Jeanne Alter is bullying Galahad...

Wait... What? You know Archer of Shinjuku too?! So, Jeanne Alter also met and fought that Evil counterpart of him, and beaten to near death. Except everyone, Gudas still think he’s a good guy... Hope someone can bring Nightingale here for a check up OTL

Section 6

One explanation of Archer of Shinjuku’s situation later, at least we got Jeanne Alter’s approval in bringing him along. And you two, just get along will ya? Hey, Cu wears best clothes so don’t insult him!

Jeanne Alter, be honest, we understand perfectly you want to wear nice clothing so you don’t lose against your rival. Yes, that’s extremely straightforward and completely normal for a Tsundere....

And, we got 3 ruffians + 2 Chimera pets thinking we’re quick cash... Guess what, think twice because that’s QP and materials I’m taking from you!

Plot wise, and agreeing gameplay is hell with Berserker Chimera... They’re definitely not your average Chimera! Wait... There’s Chimera growling and howling...

Howling... OH FUCK, THAT HOWLING, THEY’RE HERE!! Thankfully it spared us from needing to kill one more Chimera... Rider of Shinjuku is here!! And well that explains the burning field and the gimmick... Jeanne Alter set ablaze the street to fight against them

Damn it Archer! I’m going to let Jeanne roast you once we’re done with them! But thanks to his signal, it’s an attempt of fight to the death against Rider of Shinjuku.

I should have probably brought Jeanne out earlier... But unlike first round, this one is more prepared. Shiki equipped with Kiyohime’s CE to deal more damage, and Jeanne NP to protect from Rider of Shinjuku’s NP. Which... Thank god for RNG OTL Their insta-death didn’t work on Jeanne OTL

Plot wise, Rider of Shinjuku still alive and attempting to bite everyone’s head off! Yet despite the fatal blow, Rider of Shinjuku managed to escape. A hatred that burns their determination stronger than anyone... Are they really Rider Servant...? Like its wife being murdered...? The wolf king, king of currumpaw, Lobo!

The next time we meet them, at least we know one True Name’s and their possible weakness for attack. Well, Archer of Shinjuku, why don’t you start lecturing Caster Gilles and Merlin on parenting and manners to their children.

Ignoring the cat fight again, or the most violent cat fight, we’ll head to fight Berserker of Shinjuku next, aka Christine and Phantom of Opera. Archer of Shinjuku, at times like this, you just need to sit back with a popcorn and let them destress themselves

Now in Artoria’s base with Jeanne Alter changing her costume, if you want compliment just admit it, Jeanne Alter. No need for a force option in dialogue to do so.

Edmond called again with Gudas picking up, he reveals and warns Guda about the other Archer of Shinjuku. As they’ve been messing with his plans, he’s doing something with the tower that stood in the middle of the city. Expectedly.. He plans to destroy earth along with humanity in it.

To get to him, first step is to take out all his minions before reaching the boss... We need to interrogate Jeanne to find out more about the other evil counterpart. Berserker of Shinjuku’s location revealed. Giving the advice to endure the hardship, Edmond gives one last warning to not trust our Archer of Shinjuku before ending the call.

Edmond now anticipates our reaction and decision towards Archer of Shinjuku, while he continues his investigation.

I’ll stop here for now, and continue later! Definitely by far, Shinjuku’s singulartiy is by far my favorite for EOR. I’m taking a break and look forward with 2/3 of this Singularity left to complete!

#fgo #fate grand order #Shinjuku Singularity #shinjuku NA #the shit I shit myself into #sorry that it took so long but it's finally here!#I'm taking it slow since this one doesn't require completion for future event #except for interludes on skill upgrades in the future #though why deny the free SQ given! XD

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sidehowriting · 6 years ago

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Princesses and Pink Unicorns

A/N: Wanna hear a crazy story? So I was writing a fluff piece and looking around tumblr to read other fluff pieces and what do you know? I stumble upon @loki-the-fox‘s Fluff Challenge! And, of course, I find it on the deadline, but by the skin of my teeth I made it! So this is just a fun little piece I wrote because if I wrote anymore angst right now you guys might die. And Dad!Thor is one of my favorite Thors.

Prompt: I love your hugs

Pairings: Dad!Thor x Daughter

Summary: Thor spends the morning with his daughter

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Just cute fluff

He awoke to tiny hands shaking him as fiercely as they could. With a groan, he opened his eyes, peering over the side of the bed. A small blonde, no more than four, with big blue eyes stared back up at him. “Daddy,” she said firmly. “I’m hungry.”

Thor glanced at the clock next to the bed. Seven in the morning. Which wasn’t terrible. His daughter had woken him up much earlier than that before. But his wife was up half the night with the stomach flu which meant he was up half the night as well. Her nausea had only calmed down a couple hours ago to the point where she could rest and sleep. Of course, he stayed up longer, making sure she was at peace.

He glanced over at his wife. Her even breaths told him she was still sleeping. “Okay, my Princess, just a moment,” Thor whispered, trying to gingerly get out of bed. His wife didn’t stir.

He stretched and picked his daughter up with ease, placing her on his shoulder. She squealed with delight. He carried her to the kitchen and placed her on the counter. She watched him with her curious eyes. They were always wide. Always absorbing everything around her.

“What would you like, Lina?” He asked, running his fingers through her hair. It was knotty, and he dreaded having to brush it out. She took after him, not liking other people grooming her hair.

“Pancakes!” Her squeaky little voice sung, making him smile.

“As you wish, Princess.” He kissed her cheek before gathering what he needed to make her her pancakes. He was grateful his wife had taught him a simple way to make them: two eggs and one banana, mashed together and then cook. He could make that no problem and his daughter positively loved it.

As he cooked, she prattled away about the dream she had last night. He was only half paying attention, wanting to make sure the pancakes didn’t burn. She spoke something about princesses and pink unicorns. He wondered if this was actually a dream or if this was just her creative mind.

Once he had made enough food for the both of them, he scooped her up again and placed her at the kitchen table. He placed the food in front of her, adding a dash of syrup. Just the way she likes it. He sat down next to her and garnished his own pancakes.

She ate happily. “Can we give some to Mommy?” she asked,

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, my love. Mummy’s feeling sick. She needs rest.”

Her little eyes grew wider than normal. “No! Mommy sick!”

He couldn’t help but chuckle at her concern. “It’s alright,” he spoke softly, stroking her cheek. “Mummy just needs some sleep. She’ll be better soon.”

“Can we get her a present?” He loved that about his daughter. Her heart was so big for being in a person so small. She definitely got that from her mother.

He smiled and stroked her cheek again. “Of course, darling. We can get her a present.” Getting out would probably be a good thing for them. Not only would it give his wife some peaceful time to rest but it would keep Lina away, so she too didn’t get sick.

Excitedly, she ate the rest of her pancakes. Thor followed suit then placed their empty plates in the sink. He would wash them when they came back. He picked her up and carried her to her room to help her get ready.

She was antsy, wanting to just go. And of course, she wanted to choose her own clothes. He wasn’t as bothered by this as his wife usually is. So what if she wanted to wear a shirt covered with pictures of cats and neon orange leggings left over from Halloween? It made her happy.

It was her hair that really annoyed him. She kept insisting that she could brush it herself, but she was terrible at it. At the slightest tension from a knot, she would place the brush down and say she was done. “Olina, you are not done,” he said, his voice flat and annoyed. “Either brush your hair right or let me do it.”

Finally, she crossed her arms and gave up, letting him rid her hair of tangles. She made perturbed noises along the way which he ignored. When her hair was knot-free he asked, “Do you want me to give you braids?” With an angry frown still on her face, she nodded her little head. He gave a triumphant smile and weaved her hair into a long braid. When he was finished, he smiled at his work.

He wrapped his large arms around her, scooping her up against his chest. “See? It wasn’t that bad.” Her demeanor broke and she ended up giggling, breaking into full blown laughter when he started peppering her face with kisses. “I love you so much, my Princess.”

“I love you, Daddy,” she said through her laughter.

He smiled at her, still in awe that he helped create something so amazing as the tiny person in his arms. He kissed her once more before setting her down. “I’m going to get dressed so we can go get Mummy a present, okay? Can you wait here and play?” She nodded, her little braid flopping behind her.

Thor smiled at her and went to his bedroom, silently searching for clothes to wear. His wife stirred weakly in their bed. “Babe?” she groaned, lifting her head to look at him.

“Sh, my love.” He cooed, going over and making sure she was tucked in. “You go back to sleep. I’m going to take Lina out for a while.”

She gave a weak moan before laying back down and closing her eyes. “M’kay. Love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, grabbing his clothes and going to dress in the bathroom to not disturb her anymore.

When he reemerged, she was sound asleep again. He made sure she had a full glass of water by her side before getting his daughter. She was still in her room, playing with some of her dolls. He took a moment to watch her. She was so relaxed, so happy. Not a care in the world. She was perfect in his eyes. “Ready to go get Mummy a present?”

“Yeah!” She jumped up, ready to go out. He chuckled and took her small hand in his. Together, the two of them headed out.

There was a strip of shops a couple blocks away that they walked to. He let her pick out the store they would go into. She picked a little antique shop, drawn to it by some pink pillows that were displayed in the window. He didn’t mind. He enjoyed watching her look around.

After about twenty minutes of looking, she settled on a necklace. It looked old, which would make sense. The metal was a bronze with a tiny pink stone dangling from it. He was sure she wanted this one because of the pink stone. That was her favorite color after all, but he knew his wife would love it all the same.

He paid for the necklace with the card his wife had given him. He still didn’t quite understand Midgardian money. He just knew that if he gave the small card to the people in charge, he could purchase what he pleased. But his wife had scolded him for doing it too much so he tried not to do it too frequently.

Lina carried the tiny bag with the present as they walked out of the store. He took her free hand, holing it tightly. She swung the bag happily by her side as she walked, practically skipping along the way.

Thor decided they should take the long way home. This would give his wife more time to rest and him more time alone with his daughter. They cut through a park, Lina giddy with happiness. “Can we play?” She begged him, dragging him towards the big slides and swings.

“Of course, my Princess!” His voice boomed with glee. He took the little bag and tucked it into the pocket of his jeans, leaving Lina free to run and play.

She dashed to the slide, climbing up the latter like a pro. Once she was at the top, she scouted around for him, smiling and waving at him when she spotted her father a few paces away. “Daddy! I’m gonna go down the big slide! Watch!” She yelled at him, jumping up and down.

He watched as she ducked down and pushed herself forward, zooming down the spiral slide with force. She landed on the ground with a soft thud, quickly getting to her feet again. She ran back over to him. “Did you see me?” She demanded to know.

He picked her up, holding her above his head. “I did! You conquered the slide like a true warrior!” He set her back down as she declared she was going to do it again.

This went on for a while: she would climb to the top of the slide and yell something about being the queen of the slide, nay, the whole playground. Then she would charge down it only to get up and repeat the cycle. After about a dozen times, she proclaimed that she needed to explore her castle and make sure it was safe. She ducked under the slide and started playing under it and the other playground equipment.

When her castle was fully safe and defended, she ran back to him. He frowned, noticing how she got her clothes covered in dirt. “Olina, you’re filthy.” A light sense of panic set in. His wife was going to kill him if she saw how dirty their daughter was. Thankfully, he remembered seeing a clothing shop they could stop by on their way home. “C’mon,” he took her hand again, “we need to get you new clothes before we get home and Mummy sees.”

She didn’t fight him as he pulled her along. She only said a goodbye to the big slide and they walked away. “Bye, slide!” She said and waved behind her, making him smile.

They reached the store in no time. He pushed open the door, stepping inside the air-conditioned shop. One of the workers came over to greet them. “Hi! Welcome-“ She froze in her spot as she looked at him. “Th-Thor…”

“Hello, Lady…” He looked at her name tag, “Hilary. I wish to purchase some clothes for her.” He placed his large hand behind Lina’s back and coaxed her forward, bringing her into view. “She got her clothes dirty and I can’t bring her home like that.”

“Yes, of course.” Hilary nodded like crazy, looking from the God of Thunder to his small daughter. “I uh, I- What size is she?”

Thor thought for a second. It was hard enough for him to get use to his own Midgardian size, let alone what size his daughter wears. “Uh, I think, a, four? Is that a size a child wears?”

A small smile creeped onto Hilary’s face. “Yes, four is a size a child wears. There should be a tag in the back of her shirt that says the size.”

He followed her instructions and checked his daughters top, finding the tag with ease. “Yes, it says four.”

“Okay, well, all of our girl fours are on this side of the store.” She pointed to the left side. “Were you looking for something special?”

Thor looked down at Lina who was scoping out the store. There were some pink, shiny objects near the register that her eyes were locked on. “Lina,” he said, crouching down to her level. “What clothes do you want?”

“Daddy, I want that.” She pointed to what looked like a pink unicorn wand.

“We can look at that later, my Princess. Right now we need clean clothes so Mummy doesn’t kill me.” He stood up and took her hand, so she wouldn’t run off. With a little coaxing he got her to move towards her clothing size, thanking Hilary for her help.

Once they were immersed in the clothes, she easily picked out a dress she liked. It was simple, just black and white stripes. But the material was soft and flowy and Lina said she would be able to do a lot of twirls in it.

Lina raced towards the registers with Thor right behind her. Once there, she grabbed the unicorn wand and a pink headband with a felt crown on it. She pranced around. “Daddy, look!” She waved the wand around in a dramatic pattern. “Magic!”

He laughed. “Doing magic like Uncle Loki? He’d be proud.” He placed the dress on the counter and she slyly placed the wand there too. He sighed. “Just so you can show Uncle Loki your magic later.” Then she placed the pink crown headband next to it. “This too?”

“It’s pink!” she retorted.

“You have a crown back in Asgard.”

“But it’s not pink!”

She did have a point. Although her official royal crown was a yellow gold and adorned with the finest jewels, none of them were pink.

“Very well. Anything else?” He looked down at her and she shook her head.

Hilary watched the whole ordeal, fighting back a smile the whole time. “So, the dress, the wand, and the crown?”

“Yes, I think that’s it.”

Hilary rang up the items and placed them into a bag. Thor handed the card to Hilary as he passed the bag onto his daughter. Lina clutched the bag happily.

“Do you have a place I can change her at?”

“Yes! Through the white door in the back to the right,” Hilary instructed.

With Lina in tow, Thor went to the bathroom. It wasn’t a challenge to change her clothes. She was happy to put the dress on…and wear the crown headband…and wave her wand. All after actually using the bathroom.

When she was ready, the two of them exited the bathroom. Lina said goodbye to Hilary, as did Thor, and they left the shop, heading home. “Did you have fun, my love?”

“Yeah!” She waved her wand happily. “I got stuff and Mommy got stuff!” He smiled down at her, her little blonde braid bouncing as she walked. From her adventure at the park and changing clothes it was starting to fall apart. Strands were sticking out at odd places. He would have to fix that when they got home.

About half way to their destination she demanded to be picked up. No doubt she was getting tired. He lifted her up and held her close, taking her bag with her discarded clothes. She rested her tiny head against his broad chest, nuzzling in sweetly. He slowed his pace to watch her more easily, wanting to take in the moment. He knew he was warm and comforting, his wife and daughter had told him on many occasions. He never got tired of just how warm and comforting he was, especially for his special ladies. Lina stifled a little yawn and closed her eyes, resting against him. He bent to kiss the top of her head smiling when she smiled.

This was how the two of them made it home. Thor carrying everything, literally. Once inside he laid her down in her little bed. He plucked the pink crown and wand from her, placing them on her dresser. Then he tucked her in and kissed her cheek. She made no notion to wake.

After Lina was situated he went to check on his sick wife. He found her sitting up in bed, glass of water in her hands. She smiled when she saw him. “Hey,” she said softly, voice rough and throat no doubt sore from all her vomiting.

“Hey. Do you feel any better?” He gently got into bed next to her, trying to make sure his disturbance didn’t upset her stomach anymore.

She took a tiny sip of water. “A bit. I haven’t thrown up anymore, thank god, but…” She hesitated and glanced at him. “Don’t make fun of me.”

“My Lady, I would never.”

She sighed. “Fine. I did shit myself. Twice.” Thor had to bite his cheeks to keep from laughing. It was funny. “So I had to clean myself up and all that standing made me feel nauseas again so everything is in the washing machine I just haven’t been able to do a proper load.”

Ah, this was perfect. He could simply do the laundry and wash Lina’s clothes as well. His wife would never know. “That is alright, my Queen.” He wrapped his arms around her and she instantly leaned into them. “I can do the laundry.”

“But you’ve done so much already,” she whined.

“Nonsense. You are my wife and I will do whatever it is to help take care of you.”

“Thank you so much,” she murmured against him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, my darling,” he replied sincerely.

Just like Lina did not too long ago, his wife nuzzled herself against him. “I love your hugs,” she whispered.

He grinned widely. “Thank you, my darling.” The thought of Lina reminded him of his adventure with her today. “Since you were sick, our daughter wanted to go out and get you a present.”

She pulled away and looked up at him. “Aw! That’s so sweet!”

“Lina’s napping now. When she wakes I’ll make sure she delivers it to you.”

“Please do.” His wife leaned back against his chest and sighed deeply. “A nap sounds good right about now.”

He plucked the glass of water from her hands and set it on the bedside table. “Indeed, it does.” He leaned his head back. “I say we follow suit.”

She simply nodded, no doubt half way there already. He closed his eyes and soon he too was drifting towards dreams of princesses and pink unicorns.

#fluffforriver #Thorsdottir #dad!thor #thor fluff #dad!thor x daughter

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bigbtx7-react · 7 years ago

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BTS Reaction: Walking in on their sister making out with another member

Jin:

Jin whistled quietly as he slowly trotted from downstairs. He had invited Hoseok over for the day so they could sneak off later and go hang out, just the two of them.

He turned the corner quickly and excitedly plopped down onto the love seat and sucked in a deep breath, ready to exclaim his next statement with power. He finally let his eyes carry over to the two of you and the breath he had sucked in came out as a terrified yelp. “What the hell?!”

Hoseok pulled away, his lips red and puffy from the intensity of the partial make out session he had just been engaged in. You looked at Jin with wide doe eyes and then back at Hoseok, hoping he could come up with a good excuse. You hid your face in his chest as he only whimpered out in response.

Jin took the time to separate you two and as if interrogating you two, asking you questions to see if the answers were any different in the slightest. In all, you two weren’t allowed alone for a while as long as Jin was around.

Yoongi:

You and Jimin had found that your brother being in the shower was the perfect opportunity to sneak off and lock lips.

You both sat outside, your legs on either side of Jimin as you tangled your lips with his, his fingers tangled in your hair. You let out a whimper of satisfaction as he tugged at your bottom lip. You pulled away to gaze down at him, but your lustful and passionate gaze snapped to the figure standing in the patio door.

Yoongi shook his head as he held the stare with you. Jimin slowly looked back and you could’ve sworn you heard the gulp from his throat. Slowly opening the door, Yoongi walked over and yanked you off by your arm. “Get inside.. Jimin and I have to talk.” He shoved you inside and slammed the patio door behind you.

Hoseok:

Hoseok had left the dance studio to fetch you, Jungkook, and himself some water. Within the few seconds of your older brothers absence, Jungkook had you pressed up against the mirror, your legs on either side of him as he pressed his lips to yours with an intensity like never before.

Jungkook grunted into your mouth as he took a chance to slid his tongue in between you lips, tracing the roof of your mouth with his tongue quickly. The slight giggle and partial moan that left your throat was cut off by the sound of water bottles clattering to the floor.

You pulled away before Jungkook and looked over his shoulder at your brother who’s ears were slowly turning a dark red. “H-Hey...” Hoseok couldn’t help but snap back. “Oh don’t ‘hey’ me, when just a second ago your mouth was saying ‘hey’ to Jungkook's tongue! Separate!” He snapped all in one breath.

Namjoon:

People were constantly flooding in and out of Namjoon’s studio, so when you and Tae arrived to plop down on the floor behind your brother as he produced some music, he wasn’t surprised.

Tae kept you occupied with pictures from a new shoot that had yet to be released. You couldn’t help but let your eyes flicker between the picture and the man before you. He noticed and smiled his usually boxy smile paired with a dorky giggle. He bit his lip as he stared back at you.

In unison, you both glanced up at Namjoon who was practically rubbing his eyeballs on the screen in front of him. You both looked back at each other and it was as if two large magnets attracted together. You were pushed onto your back, Tae hovering over you as he molded his soft lips with yours. You tried to stop your lips from smacking, but with the force of the kiss it was inevitable.

Namjoon was still unbothered until he noticed his cup of coffee was empty and he still had a few more hours of work to do. He turned around in his chair and yawned before his eyes settled on the scene in front of him. His cup clattered to the ground and Tae pulled away quickly at the noise. You both looked at each other before slowly looking at your brother, who’s eyes had squinted and jaw had clenched. You gulped as he stood up saying nothing at first. He stormed over and yanked something from underneath you. “If you’re gonna suck each others faces off in my studio, at least be thoughtful of my Ryan plushies!” He snapped as he set the doll to the side and walked out for a breather and coffee.

Jimin:

Being invited to a BTS photoshoot was something you could never pass up. Especially if it meant some time with your lovely boyfriend Namjoon. Of course, no one knew that besides the two of you, but time with your man was time with your man.

Namjoon had the brilliant idea to get his photos over before you even arrived, something that had pissed you off entirely. His only excuse being that he wanted the pictures to be as much of a surprise to you as they were to the fans, still leaving you very unimpressed. However, he gave a very compelling peace offering as he tugged you over to the group van and slid the door open. He crawled to the back and patted his lap with his cocky smirk.

You climbed into the van and slammed the door shut behind you as you crawled to him quickly. He wasted no time at all, not even letting you sit down properly before he was kissing you with all the passion he could muster up. He let out growls into your mouth every time you would deepen the kiss or threaten to pull away.

You had just reconnected your lips after a brief break for air when the van door slid open, multiple voices pouring in, the loudest being that of your brother. Jimin couldn’t help the screech of anger that left his throat as he watched Namjoon try to move his hand from your ass. Namjoon had the same smirk on his face, while you hid yours in shame. “Park Y/N! Get out of this van right now! You’re riding home with the noona’s!” You scrambled from the van as Jimin crawled inside, probably to rip your boyfriends head off to prevent him from ever touching you again.

Taehyung:

Having the boys over for dinner was a big deal. Every single one of them could never be satisfied with the same dish. So you confided with your boyfriend Jin.

He arrived a few hours early to help prep the meal and the house long before any of the boys arrived. You just finished cooking the meat when Jin stuck the desert in the oven. You looked at the meal you two had completed with a smile of victory.

You went to look for Jin when arms were latched around your waist and lips had latched onto yours. You giggled in surprise, but happily melted into the kiss. His lips tasted like the batter he had just finished mixing. You didn’t want to pull away, even when you thought you heard the front door open. Jin moaned against your lips as he pressed you up against the counter. He was going to spin you around when a loud shatter echoed from the doorway.

Jin flinched like he had heard a gunshot as he pulled away forcefully, his head flying back to look at the source of the sound. The cupcakes your brother had made were mashed onto the floor. His eyes were beady with tears of anger and betrayal. “Really, Y/N?” He clenched his jaw tightly. “My hyung?” He hissed as he breathed in heavily. “I need to talk to you outside...” His voice cracked as he made his way out to the porch.

Jungkook:

Your brother may have been young, but sadly he wasn’t stupid. He noticed every single time you would sneak into Yoongi’s studio or into his hyung’s shared room. He did however pray every time what he thought was happening, wasn’t true.

When you made your weekly visit to the boy’s dorm, Jungkook tried to stay glued to your side. However, when you said you had to pee, he backed off, but as expected, he noticed you slide through the door into Yoongi’s room. He hadn’t noticed however that his fellow bandmate wasn’t in the room along with all the other boys, so he followed you.

He didn’t bother to knock as he pushed the door open, its creak timing with he smacking of your lips as you pulled away from Yoongi. His hand slid down the door slowly as he stood there in shock. He let out a heavy breath before mustering up his words. “Jeon Y/N! Ah fuck honorifics right now!” He cut you off as you tried to add in his need to call you noona. He wasn’t truly mad as he had been expecting this for the longest, but it was fun to watch you stumble over your words to apologize. “We have to talk in the living room. Everyones gonna find out about this! Ah, Hyungs!” He screamed as he made his way from the door.

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geminimoonbeamx · 7 years ago

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Over the River and Through the Woods

A/N: A biker! Bucky AU Christmas time story was what the world needed lol. I’m just contributing to world peace. I made this one a little personal, with the readers mom having died years before. It’s hard out here for us kids with dead parents during the holidays and I wanted to address that.

Word Count: 7k+

Warnings: Pretty SFW but definite hot moments, lots of kissing and cuddling, cursing like a sailor(because it’s who I am as a human) and TOOTH ROTTINGLY SWEET CHRISTMAS FLUFF

Summary: In which Bucky and Y/N attempt to survive not one, but three family Christmas parties on Christmas Eve. Hilarity ensues. A biker!Bucky x Plus size reader AU.

There seems to be this romanticized version of what Christmas is supposed to be like. You know, the Hallmark movie kind? Blanketed with white snow and soundtracked by caroler’s? Yeah? Well you lived in New York. The snow here was only white for a second at most before it turned to grimy slush on the streets and the soundtrack were the usual noises of the inner city; car horn and sirens.

Of course, the city did have it’s magic. Christmas in New York was something that was famed, dreamed about. People came from far and wide to see the lights, to skate the rink at Rockefeller. Bucky had taken you to the tree lighting this year, and although you’d been packed like a sardine along with crowds of other people; it’d been one of the most romantic things you’d ever done with him. Your cheeks had ached for hours afterwards because of all the smiling.

Spending your first Christmas together had been a success so far. Decorating your respective trees with one and other(because you still hadn’t taken that big step and moved in together yet), to decorating the club house with him; you’d had such a good time with Natasha and ,her and Sam’s seven year old daughter Mila. Winding twinkling lights around the bar. Hanging garlands and candy canes and mistletoe. Mila had squealed in protest when Sam had dipped Natasha dramatically under one of them, kissing her showily.

There’d been multiple Christmas movie marathon’s, mostly because the two of you couldn’t manage to get through more then a couple at a time. One of you always ended up falling asleep…or got too handsy under the blankets. Elf(Bucky’s favorite), The Santa Clause, How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Love, Actually(your favorite), The Polar Express, Jack Frost(which makes you cry every time, and you swear, Bucky got teary eyed too!) And Nightmare Before Christmas(because you both agree on the big, important, things. Like that face that it’s both a Halloween and a Christmas movie).

You’d baked together. You knew the man was a good chef, but goddamn; his sugar cookies could bring you to your knees. The image of him, in nothing but a tight singlet, a pair of boxers and an apron; his hair twisted into a bun and flour on his bearded cheek was one you’d always hold near and dear to your heart.

You’d even managed to survive Holliday shopping, braving the chaos with a couple of your girlfriends and tackling your insanely long gift list, happy for all that overtime you’d managed to pull because it made you wince even thinking back on how much money you had spent. It’d taken the better part of two hours to wrap them all- mostly because you were a totally OCD about making sure they were all perfectly wrapped, adorned with bows and ribbons.

But the two of you hadn’t even endured the most challenging task of all…

“It’s going to be fucking insane” You cry, your both in your bed. You leaning against the headboard rigidly and Bucky lounging on his side.

“I know, babe”

“There’s no way…”

“We’ll find a way to make it work”

You’d shot him a dubious look. Why did he have to be so…Bucky-like all the time?! Level headed and reassuring. You’d groaned and buried your face in your hands.

“Yeah? Please explain to me how?” You’d muttered into your hands, over dramatically. You were acting like the world was ending. Like you were going to be forced into a war zone.

“We’ve just gotta’ plan it out right” Bucky’d reached over to run his thumb reassuringly over your bare thigh. He knew how you got, knew you were very easily overwhelmed “We’ll go to your families’ first, then mine, then we’ll head to the clubhouse. It wont be that bad, I promise”

Three.

Three different celebrations to go to on Christmas Eve. Why no one celebrated Christmas day, you don’t know. You cursed about it harshly.

“The traffic’s going to be aweful”

“I know” Bucky’s hand is inching dangerously close to your inner thigh. Steadily creeping up.

“How are we even going to eat three different dinners?”

“Will power and perseverance” He shrugs, grinning up at you and you cant help but giggle and card your fingers adoringly through his shaggy hair.

“You’re really feeling the Christmas spirit, huh, babe?” You say sarcastically at his positive outlook “Arent you even freaking out a little bit? Were going to have to drive from Brooklyn to Staten Island and back. On Christmas Eve” You eye him seriously, looking for any falter. For any kink in his shining armor.

“You know I fuckin’ love Christmas, so yeah I’m feelin’ it” Bucky starts “The traffic’s gonna be hell, no doubt. I swear everyone forgets how to drive when there’s a little snow on the ground, but I’m wiling to brave it to spend time with our families” That look he gives you, that beautiful one that made you turn to jelly, calms your nerves. Even if it is just for the moment. Your families. Both of yours. You were going to spend the day surrounded by people you loved and that’s all that really mattered. “Plus, I’ve been dyin’ for your aunt’s mashed potatoes since Thanksgiving”

You giggle and slip down, into his arms. Cuddling into his chest.

“Fine, but you’re being the DD” You tease and the protesting scoff he makes in his throat is hilarious.

“That’s not fair!”

-Christmas Eve-

You’re just finishing up getting ready for the night. It’s almost five, the dusk rolling in. Bucky’s been done getting ready for over an hour and sits on your sofa. He knows better then to rush you; bless that man. You were already stressed out about the night and he didn’t want to get chewed out for asking you if you were done with your makeup.

Which you were. Your face was done up, as usual. Your girly ways in full force. Your lashes long(and false, if that’s up your ally), your brows done. Your highlight gleaming and your contour blended. Your hair fell into loose curls that you had a burn on your forefinger to show for. Picking what to wear had been a little tricky, mostly because you were so indecisive and had changed twice much to Bucky’s dismay because “I really liked that red one, doll! Your tit’s looked amazing”

You’d finally landed on an bardot style gray dress that came down to mid-thigh and a pair of black semi-opaque tights underneath it. You wore your most comfortable pair of spanx, not caring about the outline of your belly because you’d rather be comfortable then smooth for the night. You adorn yourself in gold jewelry; dainty midi rings and a pair of hoops.

“Well damn” You hear Bucky approach as your putting on the earrings and you smile wolfishly at his reflection through the mirror.

“You like?”

“Mhmm, very much” His blue eyes drink in your curves “You should see the way your hips looks from here”

You snort and roll your eyes before going to your shoe rack and snatching up a pair of ebony heeled over the knee boots.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, mister” You grin at him from your place on your bed as you tug on the boots. Bucky looks insanely handsome. Not that that wasn’t usual. Fuck, he was always the prettiest person in the room, but the navy sweater that he wears is snug on his broad chest, paired with dark wash jeans and a pair of dapper looking, hide colored Chelsea style boots was really something. He’s trimmed up his beard and slicked his hair back.

“Well I’ve gotta’ keep up with you, don’t I? I cant have you looking all gorgeous and me looking like a scrub. It’s unsightly”

You scoff out a laugh as you stand, wiggling to adjust everything “Like you’ve ever looked like a scrub a day in your life, Bucky”

You then go up to him, smiling, reaching to press your lips peckingly to his, your hands roaming teasingly light over his chest.

“Merry Christmas Eve, baby” You whisper into his mouth.

“Mmm, Merry Christmas Eve, doll” He replies between little kisses, his arm winding around your thick middle “You smell so good tonight”

“Thank you, I think that might be the cookies, but thank you” He chuckles into your mouth and you swallow it greedily, loving the tickle of his beard. The peek of his tongue, poking out to swipe at your bottom lip enticingly-

“We have to head out soon” You press one last kiss to his lips before pulling away, knowing if you let it, it would go to far and you’d just put on lipstick!

“Why'do you gotta’ be the worst tease all the time?” Bucky sighs through his nose, good naturedly and you shrug innocently, telling him that he loved it and not to pout, because frown lines.

You shrieked when he’d grabbed you and pressed your body into the wall, pinning you with his own.

So you guys could be a little late…

After packing up Bucky’s car with the fuck load of presents and food that you guys were bringing to the parties, you start your journey.

Over the river and through the snow…

More like over the Verrazano Bridge and through the hundreds of other cars on the road.

The drive isn’t so bad, all the radio stations seem to be playing Christmas music and you crank it up and belt your lungs out.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need” You attempt(and fail) to resemble Mariah’s sultry voice and Bucky think’s your sexy even when you’re terribly off key as you crook your finger over his cheek, his jaw, and under his chin.

“I just want you for my own, more then you could ever know. Make my wish come true(you both cant help but laugh out loud at the way your voice breaks) All I want for Christmas is you”

The rest of the ride goes a lot like that. You annoying your boyfriend, as usual, and him being totally amused by your antics. Also as usual.

Your childhood home, in Staten Island, is first on the roster.

When he parks down the street because of all of the other parked vehicles you take a deep breath and look to him for reassurance.

“Let’s rock this shit?” You announce and he grins at you like maybe your the sun.

“Definitely, doll”

It’s chaos. Twinkling, red and green colored chaos in your grandmothers house. Your Aunt’s and Uncles, and great Aunts and Uncles and littering cousins and siblings are all in the small space. Your family was big, like crazy big, and they all seemed to be condensed into the house. There’s at least twenty(thirty) people already there and at least half of them are children. Screaming, wild kids. You squeeze Bucky’s hand, because yeah he’d met them before, had survived Thanksgiving, but still…

“They’re here. Y/N and Bucky are here!” Your Aunt Gina, one of many, announces loudly. Her Staten Island native accent thick “Come in, come in! You’re letting all the heat out”

Your family is handsy. That’s just the blunt truth. Touchy and over the top.

She pulls you both in and you balance the platter of cookies inbetween you as she hugs you both tight. Bone cracking tight

“Look at you! Don’t you look pretty, Sal! Sal, doesn’t she look so pretty?!” Her voice is loud in your ear, her hand never heaving your shoulder. That’s how most all of the introductions go as you make your way through the room, snug hugs. Cheek kisses. Bucky even survives your Aunt Ang and her full on mouth kisses. Your only the hot commodity for a moment, another one of your family members showing up soon after. Thank god. You put the presents under the tree with the mountains of others and take off your coats, hanging them in the over flowing coat closet.

The atmosphere is bustling and lively and you can tell the drinks have been flowing.

Everyone was talking over each other. Energy sparking the way it always does at Holliday gatherings. Just barley subdued, the possibilities of arguments high.

You and Bucky make your rounds, making sure to mingle and speak with most everyone just a little before settling down in the kitchen with your sister and a few of your favorite cousins…

All of their eye’s red rimmed.

“You guys are so stoned” Bucky chuckles after a moment of talking to them. It’s met with giggles and jumbled answers and ‘were going to head out back soon if you wanna’ come, man"

“Nah, I’m drivin, or else most definitely I would”

“You down, Y/N?” Your cousin asks next and you shake your head vehemently.

“Hell no, the last time I smoked with you I couldn’t stand for an hour! I was stuck on that couch! Aunt Vicki almost called an ambulance, do you remember that?” The memory brings on rounds of laughter, spurs on even more embarrassing stories. Childhood ones- the teenaged ones were the worse and you blush and as Bucky digs for more, in stiches at stories of your life.

He’s good at this, talking. Being charming and helpful and warm.

Everyone loves him, as they always had and he helps your grandmother serve food. Holds his own with your uncles, doesn’t flinch as your younger cousins hang on him like monkeys, or ask about his prosthetic arm.

“He is so handsome its almost hard to look at him for too long” You’re standing with a group of women, all of them your blood.

You beam proudly “Isn’t he though?”

“How the hell’d you catch a man like that, Y/N?” one of your cattier cousins asks and it stings, yeah, but you shrug it off. Having a big family meant you’d grown up with thick skin. Learned to not take anything to personally early.

“Some men like a woman with a little meat on her bones!” Another of your cousins snaps at her. Another slight wince. It had nothing to do with body types.

“I aint tryin’ to start anything!” Catty cousin defends, lying “I’m just sayin’ he looks like a Calvin Klein model! I mean even Beyoncé married a Jay-Z. Y/N, got lucky! That’s all”

“Hun, you better hold on to that one tight. Suck his dick when he wakes up. Suck his dick when you make him breakfast, suck his dick before he goes to work-” one of your various Aunts gives you her 'relationship motto’

Oh, how you love family gatherings.

“It had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with self respect” You smile, because that’s all you can do. You know that this could easily turn into a fight, and you refused to do that in your grandmothers home. “And auntie, I don’t know if my jaw could handle all that”

“If anything he’s the lucky one” Your sister interjects, her eyes hard at your cousin “Did you tell them about that promotion you got a work? Fucking crazy. She beat out a shit ton'a people for it!”

You swing an arm around her neck and kiss her cheek. You’d always been close, always been each others support.

And that’s how you end up doing shots.

A shot for your promotion.

A shot for your Uncle’s company getting the deal he’d been working on.

A shot for your Aunt remodeling her house?

And finally, one for your mother. May god rest her soul.

Luckily the spread is large enough for you to balance the liquor in your stomach with food. Your left pleasantly tipsy, but not drunk. It takes the edge off of things for the couple of hours that you and Buck spend with your family. He nurses the same beer the whole time, turning down any hard alcohol which you commend him on because you came from a long line of peer pressures. You both make sure not to eat too much, knowing that you had two more meals to go through.

Your family, luckily, decides to open presents early this year. A lot of them working early in the morning, needing to leave before it got too late. It’s a mess of multi colored wrapping paper as the presents are dibbied out and then torn into. You have a small pile infront of you and it makes you happy that your Aunt Gina, your sister and your grandmother had taken the time to get Bucky gifts too(they were your inner family, and had spent more time with him then anyone)

You end up with a pile of makeup, gift cards, home goods a pair of pajamas and socks. Lot’s of socks. That was your families thing. Everyone in the room had been fixed some.

Bucky holds up his own pair of fuzzy socks with a grin.

“You’re a real part of the family now, Bucky!” Your sister teases drunkly, but seriously and you agree with a nod and a kiss you his cheek.

“We’ve accepted you as our own”

You don’t stay long after that, and saying goodbyes is as long and taking as the introductions had been. You hug your grandmother tight, telling her how much you loved her and she pets your hair thanking you for your gift(a large, iron vined framed picture of all of the grandkids) and whispering in your ear that it was her favorite. Your Aunt Gia gives you a “Do ya’ really have to go? Oh, alright. Drive safe, baby. It’s nuts out there!” As you exit out into the bitter December air. The walk to the car sobers you back up real quick.

“We survived” you cheer melodramatically, digging your hands into the pockets of your trench coat for warmth.

“I told you we would be fine!” Bucky chuckles as you slide into his car, he instantly cranks up the heat.

“I don’t know, I almost lost my life back there a few times” you jest playfully as he pulls out into the street “They all love you like crazy, you know that? My cousins want to steal you from me”

“Well it doesn’t surprise me, I’m a lovable guy-” you roll your eyes at him “But I’ve already found the only L/N I want” he takes your hand, holding the wheel one handed and presses a kiss to your knuckles. It makes your chest ache.

“I love you” You tell him, honestly. Wholey.

“'Love you too, dollface- did you really used to sneak guys in through your window?” He chuckles and you shake your head.

“I was sixteen, Buck, shut up”

“I just don’t get how you could even fit 'em through there! That basement Windows like a foot across”

“I was a crafty teenager, okay?”

“Crafty? Or bad?”

“Bad” You confess “Definatley so bad. I gave my mom a run for her money” the end is noted with sadness. Melancholy. Even though your mother had passed years ago, holidays never failed to bring the memory of her to the surface.

Bucky’s been noticing it all night, keeping his tongue in cheek. Not knowing exactly how to comfort you.

“You okay, baby?” He asks and you shake your head and nod, giving him a soft smile. “Of course!”

“Okay…you let me know if you’re not. Okay?” He kisses your hand again, eyes not leaving the road. And you kiss his back. “Okay”

The ride back into the city is a BITCH, and it’s filled with both you and Bucky’s curses. The traffic is ridiculous and it takes over an hour to get to Bucky’s parents house.

“Stupid fuckin’ cocksucker. Yeah, I’m talkin’ to you! Learn how to drive!”

Bucky is an it imitating specimen of a man, you don’t blame the guy in the other car for not yelling back.

The duplex that Bucky grew up in is prettily lit up in Christmas lights and he parks in the drive way and you two rush in with arm fills of gifts and food.

Bucky’s family gathering is much smaller then yours had been. More intimate, less chaotic for sure. His mother, Winni greets you at the door. Hugging you both tightly and leading you into the living room where everyone’s gathered. There’s Rebecca, the eldest of Bucky’s sisters and her two sons, his sister Bonnie is helping his dad, George tinker with the TV and Lizzie, the baby of the family, was on the couch with her girlfriend, laughing with Steve and Peggy about something you couldn’t hear.

Of course Steve was there. Why wouldn’t he be? The Barnes had adopted him into the family decades ago. There might not have been the paper work that came with adopting all of their other children, but still.

You chit chat with Winnie about how bad the drive had been and she teases that she was surprised her son hadn’t gotten out of the car and started a brawl, him and his awful case of road rage.

“No, Ma’, I do have a little self restraint. I’m not like Steve here who couldn’t keep his fists to himself to save his life” Bucky pokes fun at his best friend as they do their man-shake half hug thing.

“Merry Christmas, Punk”

You just walk around them to full hug a very pregnant Peggy. Allowing them to Brokeback Mountian with eachother as they always did.

“Help haul me off this thing, would you?” She begs, reaching up and you laugh and help her to her feet. She really was going to pop any day now.

She blows a whisp of dark hair from her eyes “I can’t wait til’ this child is out of me”

“I bet” you sympathize as you embrace Lizzie, who introduces you to her girlfriend “at least you’re a cute pregnant lady”

“Hah!” Peggy deadpans in response.

Steve hugs you tight, and you giggle at the scrape of his beard. Bucky tells Peggy she’s glowing, like the charmer he is. Squeezes from Rebecca and Bonnie come next and George claps both of you on the shoulder, before dragging Bucky off to the garage show him some new car parts he’d gotten in. Georgie, Becca’s oldest trails them and Steve perks up and looks at Peggy longingly.

“Go on” she sighs and he pecks her cheek in thanks before hopping up to follow.

“You can only stay in there until dinners ready!” Winnie hollers behind them “I’m dead serious, if you’re not back in here when this ham comes outta’ the oven I’m dragging you all back in this house by your ears. You hear me!”

Each of them men give her a “yes mam” and you spire to be Winifred Barnes when you grow up.

Being at Bucky’s parents is relaxing, it’s nice and calm and you talk with the women idly. Helping out with dinner here and there, catching up with Bucky’s sisters and Peggy. You end up with Rebecca’s youngest son, Conner, in your lap. As usual. You loved the 5 year old and luckily, that love was reciprocated.

“You happy to see your girlfriend, Con?” Becca teases her son who just glares at her a little. With those signature stormy blue he shared with his mother and Uncle.

“She ain’t my girlfriend, Mommy, she’s Uncle Buck’s!” He corrects her sternly. “Duh”

It earns him laughs and coo’s.

“Uh huh, your right, But don’t duh me, ya hear” Rebecca warns, lightly, before she joins her mom in the kitchen.

“You excited to have one of your own?” Bonnie questions Peggy who rubs her purtruding stomach for a moment.

“Yeah” She nods “I think I’m more excited to be able to drink wine again, though. It’s killing me to watch you all. You have no idea how lucky you are”

“I’ve heard it’s okay for pregnant women to drink a glass of wine a day” Lizzie chimes.

“Uh huh, you try telling Steve that” Peggy rolls her dark eyes.

“He still in crazy over protective papa bear mode?” You wonder, knowingly. He’d been extremely dutiful during the duration of her pregnancy. Highlight extreme.

“Yep” Is all Peggy says, the two of you sharing a look. You spent a good chunk of your time with her, obviously, and she’s become a good friend. She’d vented to you many a time about lumberjack, dad to be Steve who forgot that she was a trained cop.

“Oh my gosh, you just fucking wait Y/N. When you and Bucky start to have kids he’s going to be a thousand times worse” Lizzie giggles “He literally walked me to and from school til’ junior year when I begged him to stop. I can only imagine him as a dad”

Your ears burn at that and you bite your lips together as you try to stay casual. Had you thought about baring Bucky Barnes’ children before? Yes. Many times. But to hear it out loud was something else.

“You and Uncle Buck are gonna’ have babies?” Connor asks you and you almost choke on your spit.

“Maybe one day, buddy, I don’t know” you answer him, honestly, and he mules it over, deep in thought.

“If he sperms you, right?”

Oh hell no.

He says it so confidently and bluntly that you don’t know how to react. His aunts laugh and Peggy bites her fist, her cherry red lips pulled into a grin.

“What? That’s what Toby said! Stop laughing at me!” And you just hug the child’s head to your chest because bless his soul, you knew he was going to get teased about this forever.

You venture out into the cold of the backyard to retrieve the men for dinner, braving the winter air that is specked with little flakes of white. They dizzily swirl from the sky and you take a moment to revel in it. Wrapped in your coat, your tilt your face upwards and breath the frigid air into your lungs. Your still just the tiniest bit tipsy and it feels good to be in the quiet, your cheeks that had been flushed since you’d left your grandmothers welcome the cool night.

That only lasts for a minute or so. You do, after all, have a dress and tights on so you hurry into the garage in order not to turn into an icicle.

Bucky’s under his father’s jacked up, classic Thunderbird, and little Georgie’s handing him tools. Steve and George senior are under the hood and none of them seem to realize you’d walked in. They’re all so animated, chattering excitedly about the car.

“Mhmhm” You cough to make your presence known and three pairs or eyes turn to you, Bucky’s head peeks out at you from under the car “I come as the messenger; Winnie said you all better get your butt’s inside before she has to come out here herself”

George sighs, pushing his glasses up his nose and grumbling that “They’d better get in, that woman doesn’t mess around” before shuffling out of the garage, stopping to squeeze your shoulder fondly before shouting “You better shut that hood real delicately, Steve! And Don’t leave anything loose down there, Buck!” then he’s gone. Little George right after him, tugging on his hand.

“You heard the man” You sass as you lean against the door frame, amused. Watching the two beefy men make sure to leave their father’s car as he’d asked.

Bucky, being Bucky, couldn’t go one day without tinkering with some kind of vehicle and his fingers are mucky, stained black from the underbelly of the Firebird and he had a smear of it on his forehead. You just grin and lick your thumb, ushering him closer so that you can wipe it away fondly. Your grease monkey of a boyfriend.

Dinner is delicious. Too delicious. You stuff your self to the brim with Ham and all the trimmings and sides. Bucky’s family really can cook, you suspect he’d gotten his chef like skills from his mother and father. Peggy eats her body weight in the decadent lasagna and Steve eats so many deviled eggs that he ends up having to pop the button on his jeans. Bucky’s head lulls onto your shoulder after he feasts his way through three heaping plates, barley able to move.

“I don’t know if I can eat anything else for a week” He grumbles into your ear and you pat his cheek.

“Positive thoughts and perseverance, baby” you chime back at him.

The second round of present opening of the night is a happy little affair. Bucky’s mom likes the candle set you’d gotten her(along with the spa appointments to go with them) and his dad is happy for the robe and new foot massager that he could plug into his favorite chair. His sisters are grateful for their gift cards and Bath&Body Works products. Georgie and Connor go to rip open the LEGO sets you and Bucky had gotten for themalmost instantly and Becca hollers for them to clean up their messes.

“Y/N, Bucky, oh my god” Peggy gasps as she unwraps her gift. It’s an set of Ornaments, customized and ornate with her ultrasound pictures encapsulated in each. Steve laughs as he pulls out the Harley Davidson crib mobile from his own box. You and Bucky had worked hard on their gifts and seeing them so happy made both of you beam excitedly.

Each of Bucky’s sister gets you a gift a gift card to Sephora, a LUSH bag full of goodies and from Lizzie your eyes widen as you look into the bag that was labeled “To: Buck & Y/N. Love you lots, Lizzie. Have Fun!”

It’s two boxes, one labeled 'Naughty Dice’ and the other a 'Love is Art: Body Painting Kit’

You try to keep the giddy, nervous giggles at bay and Bucky glares at her “Lizzie!”

“What? I’m just trying to help you keep the romance alive!” She protests innocently “They’re really fun, I promise. I’ve played them myself” She winks an Bucky grimaces and shakes his head, telling his Ma’ that she didn’t want to see what was in the bag when Winnie insisted he show her. Secretly, you were more then a little excited to play with them later.

You spend only an hour or so more with them, digesting and laughing a drinking. Both you and Buck have your fair share of scotch with his father. The Clubhouse wasn’t far from here, and since both Steve and Peggy were staying sober(“If she cant drink, neither can I”) they’d agreed that one of them would drive Bucky’s car for him.

You leave the Barnes household warm and happy. Full and carrying bags of presents and wrapped up left overs that Bucky’s mom insisted you take with you. You decide that you and Peggy would go in her car since she had driven and Steve would drive behind you with Bucky in his. Luckily, you’d happened to park the two cars beside each other so the pack up and arranging wasn’t hard.

You’re drunk. Not shitfaced, or wasted, but drunk. To where the cold doesn’t affect you and you hang on Bucky for longer then necessary, kissing him over and over, sucking on his bottom lip unabashedly. He’s a little drunk himself, so he just clutches you tighter and reciprocates by nipping the side of your mouth.

“Christ, you guys!” Steve laughs, interrupting the two of you “It’s a ten minute drive. He’s not going off to Nam! Let’s go!”

“You’re just jealous” Bucky shoots at him, his arms still wrapped around your waist. His breaths come out in vapor like puffs due to the cold.

“You taking a jab at my relationship, Barnes?” Peggy glares ruefully at him, before she slips into the drivers seat of his car.

“No mam, I don’t have the balls for that” You laugh and separate from him “Don’t let her crash my baby” Bucky teases.

“I am a far better driver then you could ever hope to be!” Peggy hollers at him.

You and Peggy spend the short drive belting out 'Jingle Bell Rock’, you much more animated then her in your inebriated state. She humors you all the same though.

“I love you so much, Peg, you know that?” You tell her earnestly as you pull up to the Clubhouse, the bright lettered sign of “The Tower: Home of the Howling Commando’s” proud and bright on the window outside. Usually, the biker bar full to the brim, the parking lot over flowing, but tonight was a members only night and only familiar cars and bikes were parked out front.

“I love you too, Y/N” Peggy shakes her head with a chuckle as she finds a space, and then unbuckles.

“No seriously, I don’t know how I ever would have adjusted to this whole "Old Lady” thing without you" You continue “Your like my british biker fairy god mother”

And Peggy informs you that she was going to have that etched into her tombstone with a bark out laughter.

The bar is cozy and filled with family. Not blood family, but maybe something even more important then that. The family that Bucky had chosen for himself, the family that had accepted you with open arms. You’d think a biker bar full of big men in leathers would be more ominous, right?

Wrong.

Thor was hurrying out of the kitchen with a tray of piping hot cookies, his brother Loki right behind him hissing about him having burnt them. Bruce is nursing a mug of what you knew wasn’t only hot coco, a dopey smile on his face as he belted out carols with Happy. Tony had a santa hat perched haphazardly on his head and sat with the kids at the smaller kiddy table that had been dragged out, insisting his adoptive son Peter join them. Peter, who insisted he was seventeen and not seven played on his phone, his mom, Pepper next to him subtly taking pictures of her Santa capped husband. Natasha and Sam were cuddled up at that bar with Wanda, Vis and Pietro. Clint’s behind the bar as usual, mixing up wonky looking eggnog cocktails that you knew were probably killer. Pietro reaches across the wood to press a kiss to his knuckles.

It’s a sight, a beautiful one. A magical one and you truly feel lucky to have all these people in your life. You could cry, but you didn’t want to mess up your eye makeup.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” Sam boomed, coming over “We were thinking ya’ll got lost out there in that storm, just bout'a come find you”

“It’s been a long night, bird brain. I told ya’ we’d be a little late” Bucky hugs the man good heartedly “I bet you demolished all the Budwisers already, huh?”

“You snooze you loose, Sarge. All that’s left are the 'Lite’s’” Sam grins.

The atmosphere here is your favorite of the night. Filled with joy, everyone talking to one an other. Enjoying each other. Most comfortable and at peace with each other. There’s many drinks that are drank and many stories told. There’s hugging and god awful singing and the crew of Bikers letting loose like they always did. It was like any other night with them, except with spiked eggnog and Christmas trees. It’s laid back and relaxed and you sit in the circle of Bucky’s arms content, your head resting on his shoulder as you engage in multiple conversations easily.

At the stroke of midnight; you all open gifts. There’s a ton of them, everyone had gotten everyone a little something.

Except for Tony, ever luxurious, who had gotten everyone not so little somethings.

It’s funny, that they give each other everything from sweaters and baking mittens(for Thor), to X-Boxes and nerdy gifts galore, to numerous bike parts. Eclectic, just like they are. You end up with another little pile of gifts; your favorites a glittery gold thermos, furry slippers and that pair of sunglasses that Natasha had seen you ogle at the mall. Peggy and Steve gift you a Harry Potter collectors book kit and you squeal out loud. “Oh my god, I love it!”

And Tony and Pepper give you and Bucky a-

“Holy shit, Tone!” Bucky gasps as you open up the huge present, an 84’ high definition smart TV.

“I thought it would go nice in the living room. You know, with all of the redecorating you’re about to be do-” Bucky cuts him off with glare at the same time that Pepper slaps his chest.

“Redecorating?” You ask, suspicious, looking up at your boyfriend “Why are you redecorating?”

“Don’t worry about it doll” Bucky murmurs, easily distracting you with that dimpled smile You let it drop, but you don’t forget it. You gnaw on it the rest of the night, silently. Laughing and having a good time with your friends but still thinking about it in the back of your head.

It’s a little after two when you and Bucky drag yourselves and the piles of gifts up to his apartment, above the bar.

“We made it” He smiles at you as you yank off your uncomfortable heeled boots and plop onto his sofa with a groan.

“I’m so tired” You wine. So tired and drunk and full. You honestly just wanted to crawl into Bucky’s bed and crash but he reminded you that you had yet to exchange presents with each other.

“Oh yeah!”

You gaze at his little tree, and the gifts that lay under them. You’d wanted it to be more intimate, just you and him for these.

“Can we go get changed first? I think these spanx are cutting off the circulation to my brain” You announce and he snorts and tells you of course. You end up in your panties and one of Bucky’s giant shirts that fit even your curvy body loosely. It didn’t go down to your knees or anything, and he could see your ass cheeks peek out from the bottom of it but it was comfy and soft and smelled like him. The two of you make yourselves comfortable on the floor infront of the lit tree, sitting criss cross opposite of eachother.

Bucky hands you the gifts he’s gotten you, and he’s not going to lie; he went a little crazy on you this year. Wanting to spoil the ever loving shit out of his girl. There’s big boxes and small boxes and bags. About ten or more of them and you grin and blush as he gives them to you. You then hand him his own, there were a few less, but then again you’d dropped a pretty penny on some of them so it made up for it. Not that he cared, about the amount. At all. He just felt special enough that the two of you were here, together.

“Ready?” He grins at you and you nod eagerly, biting your lip. “How do you wanna do this? One after the other? Or let’s just go crazy?”

“One after the other!” You insist “I want to see your reactions!”

And so that’s what you do. You open one, and then he does.

You go first one of the bigger boxes; a Michael Kors bag that you had been dying over for months.

“Baby!” You smile. “I love it”

“It cost a car payment” He teases and you pout “But that’s okay, I’m happy you like it”

Then him. He goes for one of the boxes too-

“What the fuck!”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah I like it, Y/N, oh my god” He looks at the new iPad with shocked eyes. He’d been complaining about needing an updated one, that he needed it to manage the garage better.

You: A collection of Mac lipsticks

Him: A nice, antique-esque shaving kit

You: A huge fuzzy blanket to add to your collection

Him: A new pair of riding sunglasses and gloves. Stylish ones, dark leather.

You hold up the striped pink Victoria’s secret bag “Is this for me or you, huh?”

“Let’s just say they’re for the both of us” Bucky grins and you dig through the lacy panties and bras that he’d bought. All in your size, when he’d asked your breast size you’d known this was why. They’re pretty, right up your alley cause he knows what you like. Blacks and creams, eyelash lace and delicate bows. You hold up one set though, that’s bright red and eye catching.

“That one’s definitely for me though” He licks his lips and you smirk at him.

He’s gone to all of your favorite stores; LUSH, Sephora, Target. He’d even made a trip to that little metaphysical store in SOHO, the witchy one you liked so much and gotten you crystals. You loved every gift you opened, because you could tell he’d really thought about you with each.

He’s more then surprised at what you get him; the parts for that Harley he was building from the ground up. Expensive, rare ones that he knew had to have been a bitch to hunt down. He gawks at you.

“Steve helped” You giggle. You’d got him his favorite cologne, and a couple records because he was old fashioned and he could add them to his collection. You’d taken the time to go to a nice lingerie store, one that specialized in plus sizes, and had purchased a striking, red bustier set with a matching barley there lace thong and garters. You knew it was his favorite color on you.

Bucky groans and fingers the fabric as he looks it over “I think this one’s my favorite, doll”

“Shut up!” You giggle, ushering him to open your last gift. You chew on your lip, hoping he liked it as you watch him unwrap and unbox it.

Bucky was very attached to his tattered leather riding jacket. He’d had it for years, and you weren’t sure that getting him a new one had been a good idea, but when you’d seen it you’d just had to order it. It looked just like his lucky one, except new, not falling apart.

“Where did you get this?” He wonders as his eyes trail over it.

“A website from this little boutique in Manhattan”

He cant believe it…it’s almost identical to the one he’d had since his early twenties he stands so that he can shrug into it, nearly gasping at the fit.

How in the hell?…

“Do you like it?” You whisper up at him as he stares down at you.

“I fuckin’ love it Y/N! Holy shit” He rolls his shoulders, amazed. You beam and stand up too.

“There’s another little thing” You feel the most nervous for this as you pull on his let arm, cuffing the leather so that the inside revealed a little trinket dangling from the inside of the sleeve. It’s a gold and heartshaped, almost like a tiny locket and as he raised his arm to inspect it he see’s both of your initials engraved into it.

“Remember how on that first date we went on, you told me you wear your heart on your sleeve?” Your words are barley above a whisper as your big, doll like eyes, gaze up at him. The knot in his throat has him nearly panting as he rests his forehead against your own.

“I love you so goddamn much” He says, his breath fanning out across your face and you bask in his praise, his knuckles gently rasp against your cheek and you feel like you might burst. Or melt. One of the two. You stay like that for a moment before he pulls back.

“I’ve got one more for you” He tells you, reaching into the drawer of the table and pulling out a small box.

Your stomach does knots. Your mind goes haywire

That’s a jewelry box, no doubt. He hands it to you and you just stare at it blankly for a moment.

“Well open it, Y/N” He laughs and you exhale a shaky breath and do as he says.

The ring inside of it is gorgeous, a small little oval diamond, encased by opal stones on a simple white gold band, your eyes snap up to his in alarm.

“It’s not an engagement ring” He reassures fast and you untense- just a little as he slides it onto your left ring finger “It’s a promise ring, because I know we’ve only been together nine months, but they’ve been the best of my life. As fuckin’ cheesy as that sounds. I know that one day, your the woman I’m going to marry. I don’t want anyone else, ever again. And so I vow myself to you with this. I’m only loyal to you, baby. I’m only yours, I got myself one too”

Why are you crying? You cant stop the tears that roll down your cheeks. You feel overwhelmed, so loved. In a way that you’d never experienced before him.

“These are happy tears I hope” He laughs, nervously, catching the moisture with his thumb.

“Yes, fuck yes. They’re happy, baby. I’m so happy” You croon as you finally pull yourself together enough to throw your arms around his neck and press kiss after kiss to his lips. His cheeks, his chin, his nose. Anywhere you can reach. He giggles and leans into the onslaught of kisses.

“Wait, there’s more”

“More?” You ask. What more? How? He pulls up the lapel to the box to reveal a key. You take it out and inspect it, your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes calculating.

“It’s to here” Bucky clarifies “To this apartment” you still don’t understand so he goes on “I know your lease is up in January and I figured…Y/N, do you want to move in here with me? I know it’s not the Taj Mahal or anything, but I thought we could redecorate. Make it feel like your space too, you know? So that you don’t just feel like a guest…I want to share this with you. I want to share a home with you, because I fuckin’ hate waking up with out you. I know were probably going to irritate the shit outta’ eachother, but I don’t care. I want to live with you”

Crying. You’re crying again and you wordlessly jump back into his arms, and he stumbles a little bit, but catches you none the less, like he always does. Like he always will.

“Yes, yes” You manage to get out between tears and he just holds you tight, grinning like a mad man. Like someone who’d just won the lottery.

“Merry Christmas, baby doll”

A Merry Christmas it was, indeed.

Wow this was long and so fluff filled I’m almost feeling sick to my stomach. Little blurbs and background facts from the story:

-Bucky is adopted, Rebecca is is biological sister but the Barnes adopted all of their children.

-Clint and Laura are divorced but still get along and are close friends and he and Pietro are in a relationship.

-Tony and Pepper adopted Peter when he was a few years back after Aunt May passed

-Bucky owns both the bar, the above apartment and the garage that’s attached to it.

I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I’m really thinking about developing this into a full length story, what do you guys think? Leave me some feedback! I love reading your comments, I love connecting with you all on here.

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