#pairing: sabine x sam

[rose-of-oz]

SABINE MITCHELL & SABINE + SAM

⤷ For my beloved @carmens-garden for her Happiness Exchange; I really hope you like this!

[awesomerextyphoon]

Don’t Tell Me

This is for @cockslut-padalecki​’s Not My Ninth Challenge. My prompt was Stucky x Reader with Royal Au and No Doubt’s Don’t Speak for the lyrics.

Summary: You loved them with all your heart, but now you must wed another.

Pairing: Stucky x Black Female Reader, Brock Rumlow x Black Female Reader

Word Count: 1,893

Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Warning: Angst, Implied Smut, Threesome, Mild Depictions of Violence, and Forced Marriage

A/N: This might be my saddest fic yet. I hope this isn’t too much of a downer for you, @cockslut-padalecki​. Happy Birthday and Congratulations on 9K followers!

Dividers are by the lovely @firefly-graphics​

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“Rise and shine, Your Highness! Today’s the big day!��� Sabine, your closest handmaiden, announced.

You covered your head with your pillow in irritation, “I don’t want to!”

Sabine sighed, “You have to get up or the guards will come and force you out of bed.”

With an annoyed huff, you got up and stretched, “Let’s get this over with, Sabine.”

You had been dreading this day for weeks. Today was the day you were to wed Brock Rumlow, ruler of the Triskelion Empire. You didn’t want to marry him. He was boorish, cruel, and violent.

But most of all, you didn’t want to marry Brock because your heart belonged to Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes.

  It started when you were six years old. You were sent to Brooklynd to be King Joseph’s ward as part of a peace initiative (you later found out it was because of a failed coup and your mother wanted you safe).

King Joseph, Queen Sarah, and the court loved you. Only Prince Steven and his best friend, James Barnes Duke of Shelby, gave you the cold shoulder.

It sucked because they were the only ones near your age. You tried to win them over with baked goods from your homeland, trinkets and toys Queen Sarah said that Steven would love, and some of your favorite books. Nothing worked until you had enough and confronted them.

Steven was about to enter the stables with James when you caught them. You just wanted to ask why they were avoiding you, but as your mother warned you got violent and socked James with a left hook. It got to the point that the guards had to split up the three of you.

Queen Sarah had an unusual and embarrassing punishment: the three of you had to sit in a circle and hold hands for one hour under the stern eye of the governess and the queen herself. The air was thick with tension until the governess farted. You tried your hardest not to laugh, but you help yourself. Soon Steven and James joined in the merriment.

You were best friends ever since.

 “What do you want for your bath, Your Highness?”

“May I have the Rose, Hibiscus, Black Pepper, Lemongrass oils for the bath, and the Amla/Coconut Oil mixture for my hair, please. Thank you, Ngozi.”

“As you wish, Your Highness.”

Once the oils were applied to the bath, you sunk in sighing from the nearly scalding water; its warmth giving you a peace of mind that has been denied to you for weeks.

You wondered how it got to this, then you frowned at the bitter memories symbolized by the single piece of jewelry under your pillow.

  The three of you became thick as thieves. Always helping each other in defending one another whether it be fighting off Steve’s bullies with Bucky or telling the snobby rich girls to stuff it whenever they said you weren’t feminine enough.

Joke’s on them because you passed all of your etiquette classes with flying colors.

Though something happened when you turned thirteen; you started seeing your best friends in a new light. You noticed how Bucky’s shoulders were broadening, Steven’s full bottom lip, the dazzling blues in their eyes, or how their laughs.

Sabine, your closest handmaiden, and friend, confirmed it; you were falling in love with them.

You were scared at first; you didn’t want to ruin your friendship with them. So you started avoiding them by spending time with Duchess Natalia and Marchioness Monica as they were the only female peers you could stand.

You would sneak glances at them when you thought they weren’t looking, but they were.

It went on like that for a year until Bucky had enough and confessed to liking you. You were relieved that he returned your affections, but was taken aback when Steven grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him in for a kiss. Turns out they’ve been a secret item for six months.

They both loved you and wanted to make it work.

And it did, for a time. You spent a great deal of time together. Though they were a few close calls since your mother instructed Queen Sarah not to let you court anyone and Steven and Bucky couldn’t go public just yet.

It didn’t matter; you just wanted to be near them. The three of you would sneak kisses by moonlight, write secret love letters, all the fun, and mushy stuff. Your relationship reached a new level when Steve and Bucky presented you with a vibranium and dragon’s gold alloy promise ring with ruby rose and emerald leaves. The three of you vowed to be together forever.

It was pure bliss; you didn’t want it to end.

  “Life had other plans, huh?” you muttered to yourself as your handmaidens were making the final body preparations before you got into your gown.

  Your mother, Queen Ketandu, had written to you and Queen Sarah requesting that you return to Abia in order to complete your studies and take on royal duties. You cried in Bucky’s arms for hours before he had to return to his quarters the morning before your departure.

It wasn’t long before puberty hit you like an airship going at full speed (late bloomer). You became famed for your beauty with scores of suitors, but you rejected them all. Only Bucky and Steve would have your hand.

One of the suitors, Brock Rumlow of Triskelion took it especially hard. He vowed he would have your hand, but your cousin, Samuel Wilson, said to pay him no mind.

You were only able to communicate with Steve and Bucky via phone or letters. It took you four years to return to Brooklynd, but it was not a joyous occasion. King Joseph had passed and Steven was to be crowned king within the fortnight.

Both of them had changed so much, especially Steve; he was nearly unrecognizable. He towered over nearly everyone (only Bucky, Thor, Loki, and M’Baku were taller), broad shoulders, rich tawny pink skin, and a face that could make nearly all the women (and some men) swoon.

He looked like the kings of old, even more so than his father.

Bucky wasn’t slacking either with the way many of the courtiers were ogling him; admiring him for his rugged, yet prim presence.

They were Rulers of Paradise and you were to be their queen.

The three of you finally made love that night. It was your first time, so they decided to be gentle and showered you with kisses and affection. Steve and Bucky worshipped your body as if it was the last thing they would enjoy before the afterlife.

It was as though you were dreaming.

  “Here’s your wedding gown, Your Highness.” Zara, another handmaiden, exclaimed.

“Thank you, Zara.” You tried your best to not let the tears fall. This day was never supposed to happen.

Why did your dream have to die like this?!

  The first crack in your fantasy came with the news of your older brother’s assassination and the outbreak of a civil war. Your sister-in-law begged you to come home.

Your airship was to leave first thing in the morning.

You raced to inform your lovers of your departure. One of the servants said that they saw Steve in his mother’s rose garden. Thinking it was Steve being shy and needing some rest, you ventured into the garden only for fantasy and your heart shatter completely.

In the rose garden under the central archway was Steve on one knee proposing to Margaret ‘Peggy’ Carter with Bucky looking on with a smile and the full moon behind them.

Everything froze at that moment.

Why?! Why did they do this?! Were your feelings a joke to them? Did they ever love you?

Unable to hold back your despair, you shrieked at the ideal romantic scene before you.

Steve tried to explain the situation and Bucky almost caught you, but you ran away before you could hear them.

You left for Abia that night.

  “Now ladies,” Lady Bente, the wedding planner bellowed, “remember, this is Emperor Rumlow’s big day. There’s no room for failure.” She didn’t need to say what would happen if you tried anything ‘funny’.

“I know. How can I forget the threats?” grumbled as Sabine put the final touches on your wedding outfit: an off-the-shoulder A-Line Tulle Wedding Dress, a Hand-crafted white gold Baroque tiara inlaid with pale sapphires, diamonds, and pearls, and matching earring and necklace.

Looking in the mirror, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. The dress accentuated your curves and the jewels made your face glow. You were a vision.

Too bad it was for a man who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy everything you hold dear.

  Barely six months after you returned from Brooklynd, Abia conquered by the Triskelion Empire. Their ambassador informed the council that the empire will let Abia continue as a client state if you married their emperor, Brock Rumlow.

If not, Triskelion would raze Abia to the ground and take her citizens as slaves.

The council implored you as Triskelion forces had Sam captive and Abia’s army was running out of supplies.

With a heavy and broken heart, you accepted Rumlow’s terms.

The wedding was to be in a month.

  You took one last look at yourself in the mirror, “Too bad Rumlow isn’t getting a virgin.”

“Goodbye, Your Highness.” Sabine whispered, “Now, don’t you start crying after all the work I put into ya!”

“I know it’s just not fair. I have to lose you, too?” Rumlow made it clear that you were to leave your old world behind, including your closest friend and confidant.

Sabine pulled you in for a hug, “I know it’s not. It’s been a pleasure and delight being your handmaiden and friend.”

“Alright, everyone! Line up! The wedding is about to begin!” Lady Bente ordered.

You gave your friend one last glance before the doors shut behind you, “Goodbye Sabine.”

  The cathedral was spectacular.

Bouquets of roses and elven tulips adorned the pillars. The banners of Abian and Triskelion colors were delicately placed creating an ethereal atmosphere.

Rumlow really outdid himself.

Dignitaries from far and wide were in attendance. You saw your mother, uncle, Sam, and your sister holding her ten-month-old son.

Rumlow took your hand with a triumphant smirk. You could say that he was handsome if you didn’t want to claw his eyes out.

“You look ravishing, darling.”

“I hate you.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Dearly beloved and exalted rulers, we are gathered here today to join the Triskelion Emperor and the Second Princess of Abia in holy matrimony.”

You closed your eyes in resignation. No one was coming. Maybe Brock wouldn’t be so bad.

“If anyone has any reason as to why these two should not be married.”

Then you remembered how he threatened your mother and uncle when after Abia surrendered. His twisted smirk was enough to make your blood boil.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

The cathedral was silent for a few minutes until the doors were blown off their hinges and several guards were flung to the opposite wall behind the altar.

Everyone turned to find smoke and debris. An inhuman roar filled the venue terrifying the guests.

Two figures emerged from the smoke and your eyes widened in shock.

“We do.”

[sophielovesbarnes]

All or nothing, chapter three.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Winchester!reader

Warnings: Mention of death, fluff, drinking.

Author note: Took me a while to write this one, I had a horrible writer’s block, and yesterday I managed to break it.

I hope you enjoy the chapter, let me know if you want to be tagged.

Requests are open.

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Chapter two

Chapter three.

Why the hell did you have to wait until the last minute to start cleaning? You mentally slap yourself and sigh before getting back to scrub the floor; you wanted to give Spencer a good image and for what you have learned so far, he is a neat person and likes very clean spaces, which is why you were in the middle of an intensive cleaning session. 

You aren’t much of a messy person, but you are also in college, so there is unfolded laundry on the couch, empty food containers on the kitchen, dirty dishes in the sink, and shoes on the floor, and you have had a hell of a week, after meeting Spencer on Tuesday, you spent all night on the moon, then on Wednesday you had to spend all the afternoon doing homework, so now you had a lot of work to do, including packing to go back home after school on Friday. 

“Come one Y/N, stop procrastinating and get to it.” 

Three hours later the kitchen and the living room are spotless, your laundry is folded and stacked on your closet, there is nothing on the floor, your suitcases are ready and the lasagna is in the oven, and there is freshly baked garlic bread on the table. 

You admire your work as you rub your wet hair with a towel, trying to absorb as much water possible so you can blow dry it, then you go back to your room so you can find something decent to wear in your closet, you end up choosing the blue summer dress Sam gave you for your birthday last year, you had been saving it for a special occasion and this was definitely one.

When you are ready you finish setting the table and at 6 o’clock on the dot your doorbell rings. 

***

Spencer has changed a total of seven times in a lapse of fifteen minutes, he can’t remember the last time he felt this nervous.

He likes you, he really does, and it shouldn’t be possible to like someone this much in such a short span of time, but you are the most gorgeous girl he has ever been with, and you are also funny, and kind, and smart, and as hard as it seems you both share so many interests in common. 

But at the same time you are like him you are also quite the opposite, you take him out and far away from his comfort zone, and it is both exciting and terrifying, but it makes his mind wander and worry, will he be enough for you? And if he is, if you manage to get into a relationship, how will you make it work? With him living 576 miles away from you, and you both having such different lifestyles. 

He also has Maeve on mind, he couldn’t keep her safe, and he has seen the families and loved ones of his time getting in the crossfire, he saw it with Hotch, when Hayley got killed by Foyet, and he is terrified by the idea of something happening to you because of him. 

He stops himself and tries to shake the shiver from his spine, he shouldn’t be worrying so much at this point, he brings himself back to the hotel room and stares at the mirror and finally decides what to wear, the blue sweater with the matching tie will do, he tries to tame his hair with his fingers and then he leaves his hotel room, he is lucky enough to have both Morgan and Rossi out so he won’t be asked to explain something he hasn’t finished understanding. 

The address you gave him is quite close to the hotel he is staying in so he decides to walk, the city is nice and he can see why do you like it so much, sooner than he expected it he finds himself in front of the apartment complex that you indicated, he builds himself with courage and he rings the bell, the gate opens and he enters and calls the elevator on the fourth floor he gets down and knocks on your door.

When you open he is astonished, you look incredibly beautiful, you are wearing your hair down and curled, and the blue dress you are wearing hugs your body perfectly, and just like that he confirms one more time how much he likes you.

“Spencer! Hi, come on in.” He enters, closing the door behind him and you give him a smile.

“I-I got you these.” He gives you the bouquet of gerberas he bought in the way and he sees your eyes sparkle as you receive them.

“They are so pretty! Thank you.” You head to the sink, fill a vase with water and then you place the flowers on the kitchen bar. “Please take a seat, can I get you anything to drink?” 

“Water is fine.” He answers admiring your house, it’s small and cozy and all the pictures on the walls make it feel like a home. “It’s a nice place.” 

“Thank you, I owe it to Dean, like pretty much everything in my life.” The timer rings, giving you the cue to turn off the oven and take out the lasagna, you put on your gloves and take it, and then put it on the heat proof mat you had placed on the table. “I hope you are hungry.”  

“Starving.” He replies with a soft smile. 

You cut the lasagna and serve it on both of your plates, Spencer gives you a soft smile thanking you, you sit in front of him and raise your glass.

“To us.” He imitates your action and clinks his wine glass with yours. “Cheers.”

“Did you know that “Cheers” originated from the old French word chiere which meant “face” or “head.” By the 18th century, it meant “gladness,” and was used as a way of expressing encouragement.” He rambles. “And toasting is thought to come from sacrificial libations in which a sacred liquid was offered to the gods in exchange for a wish, or a prayer for health. It was Greek and Roman tradition to leave an offering to the gods, including alcoholic beverages, during celebrations and commonly after a death. In Greek mythology, the god of wine, Bacchus, was often toasted.”

“I did, and did you know that in Medieval times, glasses were clinked and people cheered loudly to ward off any demons or evil spirits? And that there are theories that say that it was done to avoid poisoning?” You reply, and he is fascinated to be able to talk with someone that is actually interested on this kind of facts and willing to talk about them with him. 

You take a sip of your wine and smile at him, and he could swear his heart jumps every time you do it.

“Bon appetit.” 

He takes the first bite and then looks at you with his eyes wide open.

“This is really good.”

“Thanks, it’s my mom’s recipe. She used to have a restaurant and people would make lines to try her food.”

“Are those your parents?” He asks pointing to the picture of your parent’s wedding, it was your favorite photograph of them, your mom looks beautiful in her white dress and she seems so happy and your dad is looking at her, and you can see the love in their eyes. 

“Yeah.” You reply, nostalgia running through your veins. 

“It’s a nice picture, do they live in Kansas as well?”

“No.” You take a deep breath and then continue. “They are gone.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, it has been a long time.” You sigh and try to keep your emotions on the line. “They died in a car crash when I was eleven.”

“That’s why I owe Dean so much, when the accident happened Adam was already in college, but I was still little, and my aunt Sabine tried to take me back to Minnesota, but Dean wouldn’t have it, he filled to be my legal guardian and he went to trial against my aunt and he won, then he sold his bachelor’s apartment and bought a house for the both of us and he became both my mom and my dad.”

“He sounds like a great brother.”

“He is, I’m lucky to have him, and Sam and Adam, they are quite amazing.” You take the picture from your first competition and show it to him. “These are my brothers, Dean is carrying me, Sam is on the left and Adam is on the right.”

“You look really happy.”  He comments.

“Yeah, I was, it was probably one of the best days of my life.” You reply, filled with joy of reliving the memory, the moment when your team was announced champion, the proud looks on your brothers’ eyes, the screams of excitement coming from your teammates, and the intense feeling of joy running through your veins. “It was my first all star competition, man, you should've seen Dean, he bragged about it for months.”

“For how long have you been a cheerleader?”

“I started with ballet and gymnastics when I was 3 and I joined the squad at my elementary school as soon as I got in.”

“What do you like about it?”

“Well, I love dancing and I love sharing joy, cheerleading lets me do both.”

“Are you planning to do it professionally?” He asks.

“I don’t think so, to be honest I think I would rather develop my career as a psychologist, I would also like to have a dance academy, but I think that would be an extra.” You take a small pause to admire the soft color of his eyes and then ask. “What about you? Did you always know that you wanted to be an FBI agent?”

“Not really, I knew that I wanted to help people but I wasn’t sure how, then when I was 22 I decided to join the FBI.” 

“Have you ever considered doing anything else?”

“A part of me would like to teach, but I don’t think I do good in front of many people.” 

“Well being honest, I loved hearing you.” You see his cheeks blush and he looks away for a moment.

“Thank you.”

You finish eating while doing small talk, you ask him about his career, his team, you see how enthusiastic he gets when he talks about them, when he tells you how they became his family.

He also tells you about his mom, about how she slowly deteriorated and how much it scares him to get sick like her. When he is speaking you place your hand on top of his, he gives you a small smile and then changes the subject. 

“Tell me about your brothers.”

“Well, Dean’s the oldest, and he has always taken care of all of us, he is the most loving person I know. He taught me how to ride a bike and helped me to do my homework every day until highschool. 

He is a mechanic, he has his own workshop where he does restorations on vintage cars, he was also a soldier, he enlisted after 9/11, that’s where he met Castiel, he was an army doctor, he crushed on him but he was already married to Lisa, and she was expecting Ben, my nephew, then he came back home but he and Lisa didn’t work together as a couple anymore, they tried to stay together for Ben, but they weren’t happy, so they got divorced and stayed as friends, then like fifteen years later Dean got in a small car accident and the doctor that got his case was Castiel, they started dating very little after that, and they got married three years ago, this year they adopted a little boy, Leo, he is the love of their lives.” 

While you are talking Spencer looks at you with attention, and your hand never leaves his. 

“Sam’s the smart one, he studied law at Stanford and he is now a junior partner on one of the biggest firms on Kansas, he is married with Jess, they have two daughters, Marie and Elizabeth, and Adam studied Mechanical Engineering at KU, he works on the workshop with Dean, and he is expecting a baby with Jo, who is basically my sister, they used to hate each other they were always jumping at the other’s neck, so it was definitely a surprise.”

“Do you miss living in Kansas?”

“Yeah, I do, sometimes I get very lonely here, I have friends and all but, it’s not the same as having my family here, that’s why I love vacations so much, because I can go back home and see them.”

“Yeah, I get the feeling.”

Talking to him is easy, when you are with him you don’t feel the need to keep your guard up, you feel like you can trust him with anything, when you talk he listens with attention, he actually listens, not like other boys you have met, that only wait for you to stop talking so they can focus the conversation on them, and when he talks you are fascinated, he is insanely smart and well educated, you have the most interesting conversation you have had in your entire life , and time seems to fade away, when you notice it, it’s already past midnight.

He helps you to clean, after you finish you walk him to the door, you are standing under the threshold when you both start to speak at the same time, you chuckle softly and then let him start.

“Thank you for having me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

Then you stay in silence, and you allow yourself to get lost in his eyes, slowly you get closer to him, so close you can feel his soft breath over your mouth, he hesitates for a minute but then he places his hand on your waist and then you close the distance between your lips and his. 

Kissing you has to be the most exhilarating feeling he has ever had, it is like his lips were meant to be in yours, you run your fingers through his hair and then he pulls you closer to him, making your chest rest on his, your lips move softly and in synchrony his his. 

He wonders if you can feel his heart beating, because it seems like it may abandon his chest at any moment.

Every shadow of doubt fades away, at that very moment he makes the decision that he is not willing to let you slip away from him, he will fight to keep you next to him, he will do whatever it takes.

“Good night Doctor Reid.”

Tags: @that-aesthetic-wannabe

[odinsonsobsessed]

Cozy Cabin

Pairing: Steve x Reader || Word Count: 1.2k || Rated: T 

A/N: What a way to get back into the swing of things than to write something with my favorite holiday in it! It's just a bunch of fluffiness, but it's a start!

Christmas Eve saw you and Steve relaxing together on the couch. Snow was falling quietly outside, visible through the window of your shared cabin, the one Steve wanted to retire to after everything happened with Thanos. You didn't blame him for wanting to take a step back, he'd been through a lot and you supported his decision to hand over the shield to Sam. Though Steve shed the famous persona he'd gone by since the 40's, he would always be your Captain. As everyone went their separate ways after everything that had happened, they still decided to get together the weekend before Christmas, to celebrate and remember Nat and Tony, who were greatly missed after their heroic sacrifices to save them all. The planned event allowed you and Steve to spend time alone together on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day which was long overdue. There wasn't a lot going on that quiet evening, to which neither of you were complaining. The fire was snapping and crackling in its place underneath the chimney, the clock ticking softly on the shelf above it, and the Christmas tree tucked in the corner was shining from the lights strung around it. Steve was sitting on the couch with his feet resting on the coffee table in front of him as he slowly drew one of his latest pieces of art in his sketchbook. Your back was resting against the armrest of the couch, your calves draped over his thighs as you read a sweet Christmas romance novel. Things were peaceful, the two of you doing your own things yet being together at the same time. Others might say it was boring, but after everything, after living in fear and sorrow because of Thanos, they could finally relax. It was finally over. Most of the world was put back the way it was. Most people got to spend the first Christmas in over five years with their families because of them. As Steve completed his drawing, he looked at it with an approving hum as he always did if it was something he was proud of and intended on keeping. You felt him lean over your legs to set the sketchbook down on the coffee table, his feet sliding off and resting on the floor. Steve's hand began to absently rub your leg over your comfy flannel pajama pants, the motion soothing and the gesture leaving you feeling content. You felt his gaze on you causing you to look up to indeed see him staring at you. "What?" You asked sweetly, smiling at him. God, he was gorgeous tonight. He was always gorgeous, but the cozy cabin setting looked really, really good on him. His thick grey sweater and blue jeans only complimented him further. The corner of his mouth upturned into a soft smirk, "What? I can't admire my girl while she reads a book?" His voice dipped a little and a jolt of heat rushed through you as his hands slid up your legs. "Did I ever tell you, you look sexy in flannel?" "Steve!" You laughed, watching them in anticipation as they moved higher up. His eyes swept across your body, appreciating the way your clothes hugged your body before his eyes returned to yours. "You know what it makes me wanna do?" You bit your lip, shaking your head to play along even though you knew where this was heading. "It makes me want to…" He began to slowly slide his touch toward the outer edge of your thighs, "Tickle you!" Steve exclaimed, beginning to squeeze your sides suddenly. You squealed and your knees went up, your stomach clenching with laughter as your first instinct. "Steve- Ahahaha- Steve!" A low rumble of laughter sounded from him as he tickled you, the light yet relentless digging of his fingers driving you crazy. You began to push at his arms, trying to get them away from you as he began to lift your top to get to your bare skin which would intensify the silly gesture. "No!" You squealed again through your giggles, desperately trying to stop him but he was much too strong. You could tell he was holding back to be somewhat fair, but you knew he wouldn't let you win this round as his hands barely budged. "S-Stop! Steve- Ahahaha- C'mon stop!" You realized he'd sat up on his knees between your legs, towering over you with a wide smile, laughing along with you as he assaulted you with the tickles Your thrashing calmed after another minute or so after he relented, panting as you laid there looking up at him. He'd collapsed on top of you, his cheek nuzzling against your chest with pleased hum. "Punk." You scolded softly, fighting back a smile. Remnants of your giggles still working their way out of you. Steve's chest vibrated against you, his arms wrapping around underneath you as he wriggled down your body. "What are you doing now?" You asked, watching him with amusement in your eyes as he nestled his head onto your stomach this time. "Gettin' comfortable." He mumbled, placing a kiss onto your skin and closed his eyes. He exhaled contentedly and you relaxed, resting your hands on his back, rubbing it gently. He said your name after a moment and you hummed in acknowledgement.  "Nothing can possibly top this. Being here, with you. Like this. I-" Steve suddenly stopping mid sentence sent a mild sense of panic within you as his eyes shot open to look at you with an unreadable expression. "Steve? What's wrong?" Your heart began to pick up a little as he placed his head back down a little more firmly this time. "Babe?" He shushed you again and you fell silent as you awaited him to tell you what was going on. "Nevermind." He said, a smile spreading generously across his face. Steve began to chuckle, nuzzling your stomach once more. Frowning in confusion, you shook his shoulders. "What the hell is going on? What's gotten into you?" The supersoldier picked his head back up, joy lighting up his eyes. "It's not what's gotten into me. It's what's gotten into you. Well… not what, but who." He laughed at your still confused expression, you still didn't understand. "We're gonna have a baby!" Steve blurted. Your face softened as you processed his words. "What? I'm…" "You're pregnant! I heard its heart beat!" He watched you, waiting patiently for you to realize what he was saying to you, though you could see he was itching to become excited with you. A smile formed on your face, "Oh my God! Steve!" You shot up and he scooped in his arms, sitting up on the couch with you. Your chest swelled with happiness as you held onto him, tears welling in your eyes. Steve pulled back to look at you before your lips met, kissing each other with as much passion as you could muster as tears rolled down your cheeks. The way he held you to him made you feel loved and cherished, like you'd just made him the happiest man alive. The way his arm wrapped around your lower back and his other hand cupping the back of your head. When the two of you broke apart, his wide smile returned as his forehead rested against yours. "You're really happy about this, huh?" He laughed with you, swiping your tears with his thumbs and brushing the hair out of your face affectionately. "Of course I am!" Steve looked down, sliding a hand onto your stomach that would soon grow as the baby did. "Honestly, I couldn't be happier. I love you so much." "Neither could I… I love you too, Steve. Merry Christmas."

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11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

10. How do you decide what to write?

I generally start with a question or a concept--I do a lot of canon-divergent AUs and/or backstory fills and/or adding OCs for fanfic, and a not-insignificant chunk of my original work started as a wildly AU fanfic that I decided actually worked better when separated from its original roots, lol.

So, like, if it starts with a question. "What if Baltar was on Pegasus instead of Galactica." "What if Anakin didn't follow Mace Windu and was still in the Temple when Order 66 went out?" "What if Mordred was a daughter instead of a son?" and then it tends to spiral from there.

Or if it starts with an OC and/or Backstory Fill. "Who are [x character]'s relatives who are either implied to exist by That's How Biology Works (i.e., parents) or could exist (i.e., siblings/childhood friends/etc.) or I think it would be Interesting if they existed (often children)?"

And, like...a lot of these pop into my head? Some of them work better in different formats than Actually Writing them for whatever reason, some of them just grab onto me and refuse to let go. So when it comes to deciding which of these threads I'm going to follow...it's sort of an 'I know it when I see it' type thing? It's basically a...what has the Right Level of focus/awareness/etc. And sometimes I write these things for an audience of one, or divert them into freeform/casual RPs with friends, or get it out in like an outline format as opposed to a fulltext fic.

...yeah, I don't actually have like. a Process, lol. It's pretty intuitive and comes from me poking at 'what-ifs' 99% of the time. Sometimes I do one-shots that are missing scenes, but those are pretty rare.

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

Yeah, I'd probably have to say I am? But it's usually not just one character, and I tend to prefer writing gen fic with pairings as backgrounds?

So, for example, my Star Wars home tends to be the PT/Clone Wars era and characters, up through Rebels/Rogue One/basically the inter-trilogy period. The characters I tend to write most often/got the most invested in/flow the easiest are (in no particular order) Anakin, Ahsoka, Padme, Obi-Wan, Rex, Kallus, Zeb, Sabine, Bo-Katan...

For pairings, I tend to write Anidala/Obianidala or Kalluzeb; most other things are either situational or involve OCs or both.

AtLA, I was (and am) pretty invested in Zuko, and also Long Feng fascinates me, and I adore Toph; Ty Lee has always been a draw for me as well. I do have a preferred pairing in that fandom (Zuko/Song), but that's a particularly gen-focused fandom for me.

And for BSG, there are just. So many to choose from XD As I'm getting back into the fandom, I'm drawn to some who have always been my favorites (Gaius, Caprica, Helo, Athena, Kara, Felix) and a few who I'm way more interested in this time around than I was before (primarily Sam and the Tighs; although Fleet!Cavil is kind of a joy to write in his own special way--Palpatine is, too, to backtrack; something about digging into their heads is just. kind of fun???).

As for shipping...honestly, apart from Roslin/Adama (who I love, but I find both of them kind of hard to write, so I haven't done as much with them as I'd like), my favorite 2000-year-old robot drunks in love, Helo/Athena, and Gaius/Caprica, I don't have super strong opinions? I prefer Kara/Sam to Kara/Lee, and there was one AU I was working on (that will hopefully get picked up again at some point?) where the goal was Zak/Kara/Sam. And also, like, these are endgame pairings? As other partners along the way, I can get invested in a lot of different things. (I lose patience with the Quadranagle of Why very quickly, though.) ...that also goes for Star Wars, incidentally, though to a lesser extent. And all of this is leaving out how OCs affect shipping dynamics.

...right, there was another part of this question, lol.

Why do I think I'm drawn to these characters/pairings? Uh, well I know I'm invested in complex loyalties/morality. I've said before that I have a Thing for that, and for double-agents. So a lot of the characters I'm drawn to are very shades of grey, depending on the point in the storyline and/or whose perspective you're looking at. But...not all of them? So that's a starting point but not the only thing.

As for pairings...I do like a good enemies-to-lovers that's handled well; the personalities that go into it also matter, they have to fit with each other in some way. Other than that...I'm not sure there's a whole lot of commonality between the pairings I like. Like I said, I mostly focus on gen fic with pairings as a background/fact of life when applicable?

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Fandom  Meme replies

Since I took forever to answer this meme, I’ll do it all in a single post to avoid flooding anyone’s dashboards

@jaune-chat asked: 9.  Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

I’m gonna assume you mean my main tumblr fandom - MCU.

Positivity!!!! Less discourse!!!! People getting along!!!

On a less serious, note, though, probably…

1. Things that have nothing to do with shipping - I’m not very into shipping, so I wish we could produce more content about friends, family, teams, etc, as well as more meta that isn’t linked to relationships

2. Howling Commandos. I love ‘em. I need more of them. Where are my Howlies at???? (Also: Rhodey.)

3. Remember how in 2011-ish the fandom was full of the all-the-Avengers-are-kind-of-a-family-but-kind-of-poly-(it’s-complicated)-but-that-is-just-a-background-characterization-in-a-fic/post-about-a-completely-different-thing-so-you-can-interpret-their-dynamics-however-you-want-provided-that-you-accept-they’re-all-close-af trope? I want more of that, but including the new Avengers and the Avengers to be (such as Peter, T’Challa and Bucky, who aren’t officially Avengers yet.) It’s a very specific dynamic/trope, but for someone who grew up reading comics in which the Avengers always seem one panel away from starting an orgy or filling adoption papers - at the same time, somehow - that’s a mood I miss. The MCU fandom used to go with this comic canon before the MCU actually showed us Avengers dynamics (that are more co-workers than family), but now we rarely see this kind of thing. Or at least I don’t see it.

@buckbuckbuck asked:  12. Your most scandalous headcanon for your current –OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)– BROTP bucky and steve

This one is hard!!! Scandalous BROTP headcanon for Steve and Bucky… hm… Well, actually, what comes to mind may be the opposite of scandalous, but… Much as I tease them about their need to protect each other, I don’t headcanon Steve and Bucky as being particularly affectionate in conventional ways. I can’t really headcanon them as being touchy-feely friends or all “LET’S TALK ABOUT OUR EMOTIONS” like fanon usually is, and I definitely can’t imagine Bucky being overprotective or Steve being overindulgent. They certainly care about each other, but I headcanon them knowing this……. and leaving it as an unspoken knowledge. At best, some remark hidden under 10 layers of jokes and sarcasm. An exception may be made for particularly dangerous moments, but I think their threshold for “particularly dangerous” is very unlike that of fanon, too, so there’s that. Look, don’t get me wrong, I love BROTPs that melt around each other (the most obvious being - in another fandom, but… - the book version of Lord of the Rings, where Frodo and Sam can’t go a couple of pages without melting like ice in the Sahara Desert; in the MCU, a good example might be, weirdly, Nat and Steve, or maybe Tony and Rhodey, and possibly Thor and Loki before the first Thor movie - but the MCU tends to dislike this kind of relationship for some reason), but I think Steve and Bucky don’t fit well in this category. I think even if they had a very uneventful life, their relationship would be more like the fandom sees Bucky and Sam - more playful than emotional. Add danger to it, and you’ll probably get more emotional constipation than heartfelt speeches and dramatic hugs, even of the bro sort.

@heartsforbuck and an anon asked: 7.  Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

Supernatural, for sure. It’s currently in my to-watch list for next year. I couldn’t care less about it, but the gifs have been convincing me otherwise, and lots of nice people have been kind and talked to me about it and it seems like the kind of thing I’ll enjoy (up until Season 5, at any rate), so yeah. Supernatural.

@heartsforbuck also asked: 11.  A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Oh my god, what actually came to mind is, weirdly, Sabine and Franz Faber from the Canadian TV show X Company. I wasn’t even aware that I shipped them, but it’s what my brain screamed at me. (Probably because I’m eating eggs and I have a favorite joke about them involving eggs….) I mean, everybody accepts this pairing, but I don’t think people actively have Feels about them. Do they? Let me know, XCampers!

In the MCU… Well, I don’t ship a lot, so I’m not sure I can think of one?? One relationship I’m very interested in and nobody else seems to even consider - which baffles me - is Thor and Frigga. It’s always Odin & the boys, Thor & Loki or Loki & Frigga, but people never talk about Thor & Frigga and that’s a relationship I’m very curious about and that probably will never be explored in canon (I don’t hink flashbacks or even references are likely going forward.)