#pinkleopardss

[buckyskorpion]

So I can’t remember exactly but I’m pretty sure you did a “what space picture is on my birthday” quiz and I did it too and I think I got the same picture... does that mean we were born on the same day 👀 (I’m April 3 btw)

omg yes i remember this and im born on april 3!! we got a pic of jupiter aka my favourite planet. aries babies UNITE 

what year if you dont mind me asking?? imagine if we had the same moon sign im a cancer moon

[winchesterprincessbride]

Whatever It Takes-Part 9

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Beta! Sam Winchester, Omega! reader, Beta! sister Terri (OC

Part 1        My Master List

Beta’d by the Girl with the Rainbow Tattoo, @kittenofdoomage

I didn’t even look at Dean as we walked to the car. I couldn’t stop seeing that woman with her hand on his arm and her eyes filled with longing.

“Would you stop for a minute? Can we talk about this please?” He asked tersely, reaching out to grab my arm.

I pulled away from him with a sigh.  “Just take me home, Dean.”

He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind.  I threw open the door and sat down, so overcome with fury and jealousy it was threatening to choke me.  Was this how it was going to be? Dean’s past coming back to haunt me just as we were starting to get comfortable?

“I’m sorry.” He said very quietly. “I wanted this night to be special.”

“You’re never going to be just mine, are you?” I whispered, glancing sideways at him. God, he was so damn pretty! Wait a second…. Where did that come from?  Then I noticed it. That itchy feeling beginning in my stomach, like my skin was getting too tight.  Then the familiar warmth bubbled up in my core, and I bit back a moan.

“Oh no.” I gasped.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dean asked his voice heavy with concern. He took in a breath, and his nostrils flared. I knew he could smell it.

“Great.  Just great.”  Whatever they had given me at the hospital to suppress my heat had obviously worn off.  Perfect freaking timing, as usual.

We pulled up at my place and I ran from the car, needing to put as much distance between Dean and me as possible. I was already starting to sweat, and I could feel my stomach twisting in knots.

Please, not now!!” I muttered as I threw myself on the couch and curled up into a ball.  

“Dammit, Y/N! Would you stop running from me! We need to talk about this!” Dean had taken off his jacket, and he was breathing heavily as though he had run from the car.  I could tell my heat was starting to affect him.

“She was so desperate, I could see it in her eyes.  How many other Lisas are we going to run into? How many other women are out there who want to lay claim to you?” I jumped off the couch and got right into his face, my heat fueling me with anger and aggression.

He grabbed my arms, holding me against him. “I can’t change the past, Y/N. But I don’t want any of them.  I just want you.”

I jabbed my finger into his chest.  “You’d better be sure Dean. because I don’t share.  It’s all or nothing with me.  I refuse to compete with every Omega you screwed while you were with Alpha4. What’s to stop you getting bored with me and calling one of your old fucks?”

Dean didn’t reply, but I could tell by the dangerous glint in his eyes that I had pushed him too far.  He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me off towards the bedroom.  When he threw me onto the bed and began taking off his shirt. I scrambled into a sitting position, shoving my hair out of my eyes, torn between annoyance and arousal.  “What the hell was that for?”  I demanded.

“It shut you up, didn’t it?” He said with a smirk.

My face softened. “Come here,” I whispered. He climbed onto the bed, leaning into me as I put my arms around him. “I love you, you know that, right?”  I whispered as our lips met in a breathless kiss. I could feel him tremble as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass and pull me against his erection.  

My head was spinning as we shared a hot, open-mouth kiss that was equal parts anger and passion. I had so many conflicting emotions fighting for dominance at the moment, I didn’t know which end was up.

“That dress has to go.” He snapped.  “Get it off or I will.” My nimble fingers made short work of the many buttons on the dress and slipped it from my shoulders, along with my bra and panties. I threw my clothes into the corner, the coolness of the room making me shiver slightly.

Dean’s eyes looked me over possessively as his hand reached out to caress my shoulder.  He loomed in front of me, large and dominating.  That apple-pie scent of him just washed over me, and I could feel the slick smearing against my thighs. My stomach clenched hard, and I whined with need.

“Lay down and let me take care of you, Omega.” He growled in that deep timbre that turned my bones to complete jelly.

I shook my head, holding my hand up against his chest.  “No, YOU lay down.”

His eyes flew to mine, surprised.  “You wanna take the wheel tonight, ‘mega?” He whispered in a husky voice.

I nodded slightly.  “That okay?”

His grin was instant.  “Hell yeah!’ He said with enthusiasm. I pushed against his chest, and his laid down on the bed, his thick cock standing tall and proud.  It made my mouth water. I scrambled into his lap taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately.  I rocked in his lap my slick allowing the head of his cock to slide through my pussy lips over and over, and he groaned as I teased him.

Pulling my lips from his to take a gasping breath my mouth latched onto one of his nipples and tugged as I continued to grind on him and he almost fell off the bed.  His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. His hands came up, tangling in my hair and he spoke, “Need you, Y/N”

I reached down and guided him to my entrance, impaling myself on his hard shaft and I gave a choked cry. I began to work him over, twisting my hips and sliding myself incredibly slow up and down on his cock, and Dean began to shake and curse. He wanted hard and fast, I could tell, but that just made me go agonizingly slower. I wanted him to feel every movement.

“Stop teasing, Y/N.” he warned, his hands coming up to rest on my hips and pull me down, harder and deeper as our hips smacked together.

I looked deep into his eyes as I raised myself up so that just the tip of him remained inside me.  “I  need you to be all in with this, Dean. 100%. I need all the Lisas of the world to know that you are my Alpha and no one else’s.” And with this, I slammed myself down on his cock and began to ride him with a bruising rhythm.

“Dammit!” He swore. “I’m yours, Omega. Always.”

My orgasm was approaching, and I could feel his knot swelling, making it more difficult to ride him. My pussy clamped down on him like a vice, and I started to collapse on his chest with a hoarse scream of pleasure. My lips were very close to his neck, so with a quick twist of my head I leaned into him and sank my teeth into his neck and bit hard until I drew blood.  

His eyes widened in surprise, and he hissed slightly in pain. I ran my tongue over the bite, lapping up the blood, the coppery taste of him filling my mouth.

“Now you’re mine,” I said smugly, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth.  Dean stiffened, and a roar of pleasure escaped his lips, as he came hard, filling me with his hot cum. He quickly pulled me down to him and bit me, his teeth marking me, binding us together forever, and triggering another smaller orgasm for me.  He poured into me for what seemed like forever.

I lay on his chest, small aftershocks running through me, trying to catch my breath.  When I finally had control of myself I slid off and lay down next to him. I didn’t move for a long moment because I was actually afraid to look at him. When I finally turned in his direction, his eyes were warm and he was smiling.  “So this happened,” I whispered with a small grin.

“You taking control like that was incredibly hot, Y/N. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He told me, his hand holding mine.

“Me too,” I whispered back. It just felt right. We fell asleep holding hands, knowing that when we woke up everything would be totally different.

My apartment was bigger and Dean’s lease was almost up, so we decided he would move in with me.  After much arguing and compromising we were able to whittle our stuff down to one home���s worth.  Believe me, it wasn’t easy.  Dean is very attached to his stuff.

Time flew by as he worked long days getting the garage in order, but he always had me to come home to.  Next week Sam is on spring break, and he is coming to visit, and I am finally going to get to meet him, not as Dean’s “friend” from Harvelle’s, but as Dean’s Omega and his mate.

Today is my one-year follow up with the Turner-Singer specialist.  Dean really wanted to be there, but there was some issue at the shop that he had to deal with personally.  “It’s no problem, babe.  Terri said she would go with me.”

“But I’m your Alpha, I should be there.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes at him.  “It’s no big deal. I’ve been feeling really good. I haven’t had any further episodes. I promise I’ll tell you everything.  Terri knows my entire history with this.  It will be fine.”

He pulled me to him, and hugged me, kissing the top of my head.  “Call me as soon as you are finished.”

“Yes, Mom. Now go to work!” I laughed, practically pushing him out the door.

He turned in the doorway before leaving. “I mean it, Omega. Call me.  As soon as you are done.”

Terri met me at the office since the hospital was close to her house.  This place brought back very bad memories for me.  They took a bunch of tubes of blood as soon as I got there, and then we sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity waiting for the doctor.

“So how are things with you and Dean?” Terri asked.

“Really good. He’s been working a lot.  Sam is coming to visit next week, so he’ll be home for that.”

Terri put her hand on my arm.  “It’s nice to finally see you two in a good place.”

The nurse called my name and we were escorted to the doctor’s office.  It was filled with books and leather and diplomas and just screamed pretension. His bedside manner hadn’t improved. “So Y/N. I ’ve had a look at your labs. Everything looks good, except for one thing. Your HCG came back positive.”

Terri and I looked at each other.  “And that means?”

“You’re pregnant.  Pregnancy is contraindicated for Turner-Singer patients. Given the difficulties you have had in the past, I don’t believe your body will be able to tolerate the hormone changes of pregnancy.  I suggest terminating the pregnancy right away.  Have you been using birth control?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “Well, there was one time, maybe two. But I wasn’t really worried about it because I was told a few years ago I most likely couldn’t have children.  I had some gynecological issues when I was younger……” My voice trailed off.

“You didn’t tell me any of this!” Terri snapped.  She was right. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me, so I hadn’t shared this with anyone. After Dean’s rut, I’d angrily told him I could have gotten pregnant because we didn’t use anything.  I said it more to hurt him than because I’d actually believed I could be pregnant. I still felt guilty about that.

“Thanks, but no,”  I said suddenly.

“Excuse me?” The doctor said, confused.

“I said no. I am not terminating this pregnancy.”

“Ms. Y/L/N….” The doctor began in a condescending voice.

“What she means is she needs to discuss this with her Alpha,” Terri said, glaring at me as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair.

“I want to see you back next week. The sooner we terminate, the better.” The doctor said, shuffling his papers.  I was clearly being dismissed.

“What are you going to tell Dean?” Terri asked me as soon as we were in the hallway.

I just stared at her, because I had absolutely no idea.

Part 10

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[agent-spidey]

Are you gonna do a part 2 to New Rules? If so can I be tagged please?? It was AMAZING

Yes there will be! and yes you can :) 

[kashimos-hajime]

aw thank you so much!!! im super glad you enjoyed the fic and that line especially since it seemed such an apt way to describe bucky in the moment. give your dog a pat for me ❤️❤️❤️

if the world was ending | b.b.

summary: bucky knows he’s still in love with you a year after the two of you mutually agreed to break up. when one phone call spirals into one plan being made and then another, and then suddenly he’s staying at your place, he wonders if there may be a chance to try again.

WARNINGS: small angst, a whole lotta fluff, literally fluff, swearing, mentions of s e x but they don’t do the do pairing: modern!bucky barnes x reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: inspired by if the world was ending by jp saxe (ft. julia michaels). a kinda real take on how sometimes the timing just isn’t right for a relationship and how sometimes it is.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

Your voice echoes in his car and he nearly shivers at how gentle, sleepy, you sound. He wondered where you’d be: at a bar or at home, working overtime or eating out after a long night, on a date. The thought had made him tired, sad, but it didn’t tear a hole through him as it once would.

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[alwaysimming]

Hey! I looked through your wcif tagged but saw nothing so I figured I'd just ask. I was wondering you knew what tag to use when look for mm build content? If not that's fine, thanks anyways! Have a great day :)

don’t tell kayla ;)))

[harleysarchive]

My True Soulmate - Avengers Soulmate!AU x reader oneshot (FINALE)

Fandom: Avengers, Marvel Warning: None Pairing: Avengers x reader Summary: The clock on you wrist stops when you find your soulmate.

Part one, Part two, Part three, Part four

A/N: Thank you so much for the love 😊

You woke up with a great sense of determination. You knew who your true soulmate was and today you were going to tell him. You had known for a long time, just like Tony said but you didn’t want to admit it to yourself. The self doubt became so much worse when you realized that you had to choose for yourself than fate deciding for you who you belonged to. Maybe that was a good thing? Because then you could truly choose the person you loved, without any consequences. 

You hurried down to the kitchen to get something in your stomach before you would tell him that you loved him. The thought of doing it made you nervous but also excited. Hopefully, did he have the same feeling towards you as you towards him. You really hope so at least, because you can never be sure. But if he was your soulmate then there should be a problem, right?

You had never heard about someone who had the opportunity to choose the person they wanted to be with. Fate always showed the matching pairs and then they lived happily ever after, but now… While you mind raced with a million questions you didn’t notice that Natasha and Wanda came into the room. They saw your troubled posture and decided to ask you what was wrong. “Hey, (Y/N), you okay?” Nat asked and poured a cup of coffee. She got no response from you. Wanda touched your shoulder gently and you woke up from your thoughts.

“Hey guys, I didn’t notice you coming in.”

“You didn’t need to be a super spy to get pass you, (Y/N). You were in some really deep thoughts there, what were you thinking about?”

You sighed. “You have probably heard about my clock and that everyone else’s clock has stopped right?”

“Yes.” Wanda said with a sympathetic look.

“Well, Tony said that I already knew who my soulmate was… Which I do, and today I’m going to tell him that I love him.”

“That’s great (Y/N)!” Wanda said.

“But why the sad look on your face then?” Nat asked.

“Because… I haven’t heard about anyone having the option to choose your lover, it makes me scared that I will be rejected.”

“You won’t be. I’m sure that once you tell the person that you love him, everything will feel right.” Nat said.

“You think so?”

“I’m positive about it. You have nothing to fear, I mean look at you. You are an amazing, gorgeous person!” Nat said. “But we won’t keep you occupied, you have a mission to complete.” 

They left you alone and you ate the rest of your breakfast and headed towards where you thought he would be. 

The love of my life, you thought. My true soulmate.

Pick one of the X’es to choose your true soulmate and the ending you’ll get together! 

                     X      X      X      X      X      X      X      X

A/N: This has been one of the most fun series to write and the trickiest to get a good ending on that I was satisfied with. I hope you all are too and thank you for all the love I’ve gotten about it. It warms my heart :’)

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[imagines-oneshots-blog]

Hello all my fellow American Gods fans!!! 

So a few days ago I heard the news that American Gods was being cancelled...

I was devastated, as I’m sure many of us are as well, though I can’t say that I’m all that surprised. The show has had continued turmoil behind the scenes since the very beginning. The treatment of Orlando Jones by the season 3 writers is reprehensible, and the AG fandom reacted strongly to it. And apparently viewership dropped as much as much as 60% (source) during season 3, so it makes sense that the network would elect to cancel the series.

BUT despite the sorrow we feel now I think there are multiple silver linings here!! 

For one, we will be getting some kind of closure from American Gods. Neil Gaiman himself tweeted that there will be more AG content coming, it just won’t be under the umbrella of the show itself. It might be a stand alone movie, it might be something else.

And also, this cancellation means that the plot is now completely in our hands! It’s ours to do with what we will and we don’t need to be as concerned with the direction the show will take. Now that, my good friends, means I’m bringing Sweeney back from the dead ASAP!

In an effort to soothe our collective sorrow over this cancelation I thought I’d give a little update on the WIPs I’ve got on the burner which star our favorite big, angry leprechaun, for anyone who is interested!!

SO, without further ado, roll the list!

All That Glitters - Despite the utterly embarrassing amount of time since I posted the last chapter, this fic is still active! I’d say this fic is about 65-70% done. I have about 5-7 more chapters planned, but as always I’m open to expanding and altering my planned story plot depending on feedback my wonderful readers! After the last chapter’s big reveal, suffice to say I have some awesome things planned for this story!! I’m going to aim for an update within the month.

Request from the lovely @raspberrymama - Sweeney x reader + sex pollen. Yeah fam, you heard that right. Sex pollen. This story is 60% written, I plan to post as soon as it’s finished!

Request from @shaw-2000 - Sweeney x Reader; pending

Request from freya - Sweeney x reader Reader is an artist with the Sight, she who makes a living drawing real fairies into illustrations, and one day she stumbles upon Sweeney! I’m super excited for this one, and it’s about 30% written. As with all requests, I’ll post as soon as it’s finished!

One Shot Idea (potentially for a monthly AG challenge?) - Sweeney x Reader + thigh riding!! Literally sparked by a random idea I got one day. I don’t think I’ve ever seen any Sweeney fics featuring thigh riding so I thought I’d take a stab at it! This one is in the early stages, but I’d love to know what you think - would you read this??

Potential Pablo Schreiber fic - Pablo x Reader; okay so I’ve never actually written fic for real people but I had an insane dream the other night that inspired this. It would basically be a short multi-chapter fic that details a hot and heavy relationship. Maybe you’re working on set and he notices you at a wrap party? There’d be potential pool sex and definite on-set shenanigans. Maybe some bar/house sex.... What do you guys think?? I haven’t really delved into the world of writing for real people so I’d love your feedback!!

I do hope that this helps soothe the hurt of the American Gods cancellation!! I for one an excited to take full creative license and run with the characters that this amazing show has fleshed out.

I’m gonna tag a few friends that I think might be interested in this, no pressure if you’re not into it!! 

@raspberrymama

@guiltgoldglory

 @shaw-2000

@symphonyofmars

@pinkleopardss

@beansidhefeatherfluff

@blog-lady-vi

@alexa4040

@hiddlebatchedloki

@chloe-the-fool​

Please don’t hesitate to DM me and let me know if you want to be added/removed to the tag list!! Love you all! 

[pagesoflauren]

Love & Brotherhood Epilogue (Steve Rogers x reader; cowboy!AU, mob!AU)

Summary: Sequel to Ride & Prejudice. Now that you’re married to Steve, ghosts from both your pasts are coming to haunt you. A power move by your brother-in-law sets off a chain reaction: many truths are uncovered and your beloved cowboy’s righteous nature may lead him to getting his hands dirty.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-con, gang/mob violence, gun violence, death, physical altercations, sibling abuse (mental/physical), trauma, swearing, major angst, smut. This will be darker compared to Ride & Prejudice.

A/N: And suddenly...this story has come to an end. maybe.

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The rest of September paints the leaves bright, warm colors. Sam delivers beautiful pumpkins for you and Nat to turn into various desserts. At night, when Steve breathes in your hair, he comments that you smell of cinnamon and clove. 

October brought plans to build an extension for your home, one that will allow Peter to have a more private space. Though, after some convincing, there’s a need to expand more. 

Steve, ever stubborn, refuses to leave your side unless it’s absolutely necessary. With Bucky and Nat taking turns going out with the cows to pasture with Thor and Peter, sometimes three isn’t enough to handle twenty cows. Above that, Thor still has the hardware store to run, despite his younger brother taking up some management roles in his absence. 

It’s then that Steve decides (after much persuasion from you) to post a job listing for a new cattle hand, bringing in one Carol Danvers into the picture. 

Tall, thin and blonde, the woman was truly a formidable goddess. She moved with an air that said “Don’t mess with me” and clearly possessed a domineering aura that competed with Steve’s. Completely adept, she’s the perfect addition, easily adjusting to life on the ranch. 

November brings many tasks. After plans for expanding the house were approved, Steve, Bucky, Peter, Carol and occasionally Thor got to working straight away. Setting foundations in what was formerly your backyard, they built a deck and started construction on a two bedroom casita. At the end of the days, you would patch up not only Steve, but Peter and Thor as well. Their construction was set to be finished by the end of your pregnancy if all went well. 

Just before Thanksgiving, Steve brings you to the hospital for an ultrasound. 

You change into a hospital gown, laying back and trying to get comfortable despite your nerves. 

“Hey,” Steve says, taking one of your hands in his, “Everything’s gonna be fine. Doctor said there’s no need to be worried.”

Exhaling slowly, you nod. Pulling your hand out of his grasp, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Back to its normal length, you smile as you continue running your fingers through the locks. The hand that once held yours gravitates to rest on your belly. 

There’s a knock at the door and you both look, seeing your OB/GYN come in.

Handshakes and pats on the shoulders are exchanged before she starts giving a quick rundown of items this scan will cover. Once everything’s been discussed, she puts on a pair of gloves and grabs a bottle of the infamous gel that is used during ultrasounds (infamous because you’ve seen it on TV and heard it from your friends back home...it’s cold). You do indeed flinch at the temperature, causing Steve to jump.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer, putting your hand up, “It’s just cold.”

He relaxes and chuckles, taking your hand again. 

The doctor smoothes the gel over your entire belly, a little swollen, and turns on the machine before retrieving the transducer to press on your belly. 

“I’m just going to push down slightly…” 

Once she gets a good placement of the device on your stomach, she turns her attention to the monitor. 

The black screen shows fuzzy splashes of gray and the picture changes as you feel the transducer move lower. You take a few deep breaths--it tickles a little. 

Suddenly, all the thoughts in your mind give way to dread when you hear something that sounds like an alarmingly fast heart rate. Concern curtains your face and your doctor furrows her brows. Fuzzy gray spots splash across the screen before you see it: a singular...wait...

“I think…! Hold on,” your doctor says excitedly, moving the transducer again, trying to catch the image from another angle. “Oh, look at that!”

“What?” Steve asks, completely in the dark, “What is it?” 

He frantically looks at the screen before looking at you, then the doctor.

“You’re having twins!” she answers, absolutely tickled pink. 

You remember what your husband had said to you months ago, when you decided to start trying for a baby.

“Well, I’m just thinkin’ if I’m a twin, we should probably be prepared for that. Genetics and all.”

He sputters for a moment, choppy “t” and “tw” sounds escaping his mouth before he gets up and leans in very close to the screen. A finger points to one gray blob and then moves to the other. 

“Twins?” he asks, “Two?”

“Yes,” the doctor smiles. 

“Two!!!” 

When he looks at you, you can see the exhilaration in his face. His whole body shakes with it and he almost looks like he’s going to explode. 

“Steve,” you laugh, “Calm down, I don’t want you to combust.”

“Oh but I could!” he nearly shouts, causing some chuckles to bubble from the doctor. When he sits down next to you, his momentum causes the chair to roll a little too far and you laugh. You’ve never seen him so spastic since your wedding day. 

The doctor timidly tells you she does still need to take some measurements and do a checkup, so Steve reins in his emotions to sit through the rest of the appointment. After ballparking your pregnancy at three months, she sends you home with more information packets and a list of recommended maternity books to pick up. 

After coming home, you share the news at dinner, drawing excitement from everyone around the table. Bucky grabs Steve by the shoulders and gives him a good shake to express his congratulations. Nat’s elation mimics what you saw when you first discovered your pregnancy and Carol gives you a light punch on the arm before completely socking Steve in the arm. He doesn’t expect it, flinching back and throwing her a glare while holding his hand over the now tender spot on his bicep. She just shrugged and returned to eating her pasta. Peter, who’s holding Winnie in his lap, makes her clap her hands as she giggles. 

From dinner to tucking Winnie in with Nat, she gushes about all the baby prep that she can’t wait to help you with. Steve holds your hand while you walk home with Peter and Carol, and you bid them goodnight before retreating to your respective bedrooms. 

You and Steve go through your bedtime routine, brushing your teeth and flossing and changing into pajamas because you ask him to braid your hair. Sat between his legs, you feel so relaxed as he weaves pieces of your hair into a neat plait and fastens the ends with a hair tie. He doesn’t give you a chance to move, wrapping his arms around your middle to rest his palms over your belly. You feel the prickle of his beard on the crook of your neck when he rests his chin there. 

“They’re in there,” he whispers. You can hear the smile in his voice. Resting your hands over his, you weave your fingers in with his as best you can. 

“Yeah,” you smile, “They are.” 

“My babies,” he mutters, sounding a little watery.

You giggle and pinch the back of his hand, “Our babies, you doofus.” 

He hums in agreement. “Of course,” he chuckles, pressing bristly kisses up your neck and into your cheek. More giggles bubble from you and you lean back to give him access to your mouth. His kiss is firm and says so many things without him needing to use words. 

You settle into bed, warm and safe in the corner, cuddled next to Steve. Looking into his eyes, you have no doubts that you will be able to weather anything the future holds for you as long as he’s next to you. One more kiss is placed on your forehead. 

“Goodnight, sugar cube.”

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Beautifully Unfinished - 1/8

Description: One foolish outburst, one moment of weakness at the worst possible time, and everything goes up in smoke. Who knew finally voicing your true, deep-rooted feelings, would lead to the complete destruction of your most cherished friendship?

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Word Count: 1,130 ish.

Pairing: Modern!Steve Rogers x Reader.

Rating: PG

Warnings: Swear words. Lots of angst. But if you’ve read my stories before, then you know how this will end.

A/N: I sadly don’t own any of these characters. And I have no beta reader either, so I do proudly own all the errors and this story, so there’s that.

A/N2: This mini series has been sitting in my drafts for months, and I think I’m finally ready to share it. It’s pretty much entirely written at this point, just have to finish up a few things, and it will be very angsty as it’s based off the Ella Henderson song Beautifully Unfinished. So anywho, I truly hope you enjoy this mini series! ❤️❤️❤️

The Present.

The Sunday summer shower pelts down against the living room window in front of you. The weather matching your eyes, your emotions and your life in this moment. The only sounds around you in the deafening silence of the room, is the tick tock of your wall clock and the rain tinging on the window.

Your heart is still pounding in your chest. Your lips still tingle from where his touched, the remnants of his kiss feeling like a bruise upon them now. You still feel like you can’t breath, but every time you are with him somehow you forget to breath, so that’s not a new feeling. Though this time, that feeling goes along with his touch, like his finger tips are tattooed upon your skin. The memory and feeling of his hands on you, replaying over and over in your mind. It had felt so natural, so normal, so right.

But it wasn’t. It was all in your head. Because this was it. This is what you asked for. This is how it would all end. Your life long friendship, your life long crush. Though it was always more than just a crush. He was your world, in every way imaginable. And that fact alone smothered you, nearly killed you.

How you could love someone this deeply, this intensely, and someone who never actually belonged to you, was crazy.

You felt like a rag doll, like a puppet, like you were always dancing on his strings. The stings that he controlled fully and entirely. Not in the sense that he did it on purpose, more in the sense of your own feelings. You’d do anything for him. When he called, you would go running. If he ever needed anything, you were there in a heartbeat, and with a smile on your face.

I mean, it wasn’t one sided, he did the same for you. Every time you ever needed him, he was there in minutes. He is—was your best friend. Your childhood crush. Your adulthood love. Though he never knew any of this. Not till tonight at least.

You had finally put it all out there. Yes, the timing was horrendous, but that seemed to be a character trait of yours. Poor as fuck timing. You always left everything to the last minute, and this wasn’t any different. Though maybe worse.

He’s getting married, and to the love of his life, in a week. Just 7 days until you lose any chance you’ve ever had at your one true love. At your happily ever after. At the life you’ve always dreamed about, the relationship you’ve always craved, and the man you’ve always wanted. The one all others are put up against, instantly, but never even come close.

But maybe you never actually had a chance to begin with.

You feel a tear slip from your lid and slide unchallenged down your cheek. Surprised you still have any tears left in you at all. You’d never cried this hard, or this much, in your life. You’d managed to hold it together until the door slammed shut behind him, and then you’d lost it. Truly and fully let it all out.

Your face is now slightly dry, as it had been a few hours since he left. A few hours since you placed a bomb in the middle of your friendship and then promptly hit the ignition switch.

You glance over your shoulder at your phone, still laying discarded on your couch. Where it had been forgotten in your efforts to destroy the one friendship that meant the very most to you, and then had been ignored during your breakdown, had been pointedly left there in your efforts to calm your quickly shattering heart.

But now you can’t pretend it isn’t there anymore. It’s jet black screen taunting you, mocking you. There is no change, no notifications, no incoming anything. But you knew he wasn’t going to love you back. He wasn’t going to change his mind. He wasn’t going to just magically start feeling the same way about you.

Just because you’d put it all out there, just because this is how you’d always felt about him, that didn’t change a damn thing. That didn’t instantly make you the one he’d want, the one he’d choose. He loved her. He always had and he always would. She was it for him. Entirely.

You numbly move towards the couch, picking up your phone and checking for anything. But there is nothing. No missed calls, no new texts. No nothing.

You stare down at it in your hands for a moment, your vision still slightly blurry from the tears. You stare at it until the screen goes back to black, just to click the unlock button so it lights it up once again, and instantly hate yourself for checking a second time for notifications. As if the first time you just hadn’t seen them. As if they had just been hiding originally, and now would be sitting there, waiting for your attention.

You come to the crippling realization that you’d had it right the first time. There was nothing, no missed calls, no texts. A loud sob escapes your lips as you chuck your phone across the room in a fit of anger, but probably more so in an outburst of immense heartache. Of paralyzing sorrow. Of embarrassment on a monstrous level. And of the body numbing emptiness you now feel consuming you.

In this moment, you hate him. But yet, you love him. Desperately. And even though you had wished he’d have gone away before you’d put it all out there. Before you’d opened up your soul to him. Once you had done that, and he’d then just left, all you’d wished for was that he’d have stayed. That he’d have picked you. Had chosen you in this, and in his life.

But he hadn’t. He’d picked her. Which you knew was going to happen. Deep, deep down you truly knew opening your mouth wasn’t going to end well. It wouldn’t accomplish anything aside from causing issues, aside from putting a riff between you and your best friend. The one and only person you truly can’t lose, because you will be entirely lost without him. The one person you can never win, no matter how much you try. How much you fight. How much you open up and put yourself out there. Put your heart on the line.

He will never be yours, and you will never be his. Because you can’t force someone to love you. You can’t push someone into being with another, especially one they don’t want to be with. But especially one they don’t love. He might be your first and only true love, but you aren’t his. And you never will be.

Because maybe all you’re meant to be is Beautifully Unfinished...

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Whelp, there’s part 1. I’ll be posting a new part every day till this story is finished, so if you don’t want to be tagged on this series, just tell me. And if you want to be tagged, then I can do that as well!

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[simsadventures]

After All: Chapter 1: New Beginnings

Summary: It is your first few days at the compound. You meet the team, but Bucky is the one who tries to integrate you the most. 

Warnings: none so far

Word Count: 1460 A/N: This is just a first part, I promise it will get better, I just needed to set the scene. 

This is an out of canon fic. I can’t even set the time in the MCU universe. Bucky is an Avenger, Tony and Natasha never died. Also, I did my research on prosthetic limbs, but I’m no mean an expert, so I apologise in advance if I messed up. 

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You couldn’t believe it. Your dreams were coming true faster than you thought possible. You were starting a new job at Stark Industries and couldn’t believe your own luck. It was a dream-come-true for every scientist around the world. You knew you were good at your job, having a PhD in physics and mechanics made you a perfect material for many tech companies. 

And even though you enjoyed your last job- creating mechanic prosthetics for athletes with disabilities, you couldn’t really say no to Tony Stark. He even visited you personally and tried to convince you that a better future awaits you in his company. 

What you didn’t expect was to be one of the lead scientists to work with the Avengers themselves. You thought you’d be more in a lab, working on Stark’s other projects. But he told you that your inventions and ideas were too good to be locked somewhere and wanted to use them to help protect the world. 

The idea of the world’s mightiest heroes surrounding you scared you a little. Let’s just say you weren’t the most outgoing person. You didn’t mind spending your time with people, but more often than not, you ended up on your couch, a good book and a glass of wine. 

You never were the popular girl at school, wearing glasses and braces was enough for the kids to call you a nerd and not really wanting to spend their time with you. You didn’t mind, though. Your parents taught you to be independent and not really care about other’s people’s opinion on you. It still stung a little sometimes, when the kids would call you names or make practical jokes on you. 

But you were a big girl now, and you wouldn’t let anyone treat you like that. You might not be Miss Universe, but you had your value, and you knew all about it. 

Your first few days at the compound were hectic, to say the least. You had to learn all the access codes, cooperate with Friday and meet the whole team. 

When you finally settled, you actually started to do your job. The first thing to look at was Bucky’s arm. You saw it on the television, but you needed to see it with your own eyes. You thought it was beautiful- old-fashioned, but very well crafted. Even if it was constructed by Hydra- the scientist might have been the bad guy and all, but he was good at his job. You could appreciate that. 

You asked Friday to let Mr Barnes know you’d like to see him when he’s got time. You didn’t think that’d be in 20 minutes since you made the call. He walked in all his glory, wearing sweatpants and tightly fitting shirt. You could see his muscles and your mouth watered a little just because of it. 

“Hi, uh, Mr Barnes. I didn’t expect you so soon.” You said and offered him a hand to shook, which he did. “It’s Bucky, love. And wasn’t it you calling me here?” He smirked at you, and you blushed. Great, now you were blushing like a teenage girl who never saw a guy before. “Uhm, yeah, I just- never mind. I would like to have a look at your arm if you don’t mind.” 

You could see he was a little reluctant, so you added, “I think I might make it more comfortable and overall better, Bucky.” He sighed and rolled up his sleeve to show you where his arm was attached to his body. You could see that someone tried to heal his skin and muscle as much as possible, but the weight of the arm was possibly still too much for his organism. 

Tony told you that he tried to make the arm better, but because it was literally a part of Bucky’s body, he thought he’d let you have a better look and find a better solution than Tony’s temporary one. 

“How often do you have to take it off?” 

“I don’t know, every few weeks because of the therapy I’m doing? My shoulder hurt too much after a few weeks, so I have to take it off, we do physiotherapy, and I’m good to go for another few weeks.” 

“Uh-huh.” You just hummed to show you were listening and continued to inspect the arm. Bucky was watching you with interest. 

“And you can do everything with that arm? No limitations at all?” 

“Depends what you mean, doll face, anything you want me to show you?” He smirked at you, and you just laughed it off. Gosh. He was such a flirt! 

“Ok, I think I know what I wanna do with that arm. Can you come in tomorrow morning, so we take all of the measurements and stuff so I can start working on it?” 

“You got it, and btw, don’t you wanna come to a movie night tonight? Most of us will be there, and you can see the arm in daily life,” Bucky winked at you and laughed when you rolled your eyes at him. “Alright, Casanova, I’ll be there.” 

Bucky smiled at you and left your lab. The rest of the day went by just like your morning, Sam and Natasha being the ones who you talked to and looked at their equipment, and made mental notes and preliminary blueprints of what novelties you wanted to show them. 

You loved the job already. The team was really easy to work with, and the resources you suddenly had were immense. You didn’t have to ask for grants and wait for months to be usually denied. Here you just told Tony about your plans and voila, you had all you needed. 

When you were finished for the day, you pretty much ran into your room to get ready for the movie night. You knew you didn’t have to do much, you never did (some mascara would be enough), but you wanted to take a shower and get changed from the lab coat to something more. At least a regular pair of jeans and a t-shirt. 

You were almost done when you heard a light knock on your door. 

“Hey, doll. Here to pick you up, you ready?” you heard Bucky’s voice from behind the door. 

“Yeah, just give me a sec, and I’m with you.” You hollered at him and looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time. Ain’t getting better, you thought to yourself and walked out of the room. You walked side by side, making small talk about your day and his day. Within a few days, you learned that all of the Avengers work out like crazy, preparing for the next possible mission. 

“And so I kicked Steve’s ass so much, you know? The punk was wailing like a little brat!” You had to laugh at his antics. You couldn’t really imagine Captain American himself “wailing like a brat”, but you let Bucky to it. 

When you reached the little cinema built in the compounds, most of the team, and some other agents and lab techs were there. You were happy it wasn’t just the Avengers, you’d probably feel a little out of place. 

Everyone greeted you with a warm smile, and for a second, you really felt like you belonged there. It was a nice feeling, for once. 

Bucky insisted on you sitting next to him, both of you covered in one blanket, popcorn between you. Someone picked the newest Mission Impossible, despite Steve’d loud protests, because he “wanted to watch a classic, these new movies are just a colourful nothing with a plot that could never happen in real life.” This coming from a superhero, mind you. You had to roll your eyes. Brat.

Bucky threw some popcorn in Steve’s direction, which almost resulted in a popcorn battle, has Clint not stood up and started pestering Steve, Bucky, and Sam like little children. 

The whole movie, Bucky kept whispering nonsense into your ear, on how it wasn’t that difficult to jump out of a plane, or how he would beat Tom Cruise’s ass in a battle, single-handedly by his human arm. “Of course you would, Bucky. You’re a freaking superhero, and he is just a normal guy, remember?” He smiled and scooted a little closer to you because “the popcorn’s just too far doll.” 

It was weird, but a good weird, sitting there, next to Bucky, with his hand constantly touching yours. Little butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you tried to shoo them away. Bucky was just being friendly, and there was nothing else to it. He was simply a nice guy showing the ropes of the compound and the team to the new girl. 

But the butterflies didn’t listen anyway. 

Next Chapter > 

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[alwaysimming]

Hi! I'm a recent follower and I was just wondering how long you've been playing the sims for? Also, is there a little background story about your I'm a Lover gameplay that I can read? If not that's not a problem, I'll still end up looking through all the posts about it anyways. (Yikes I didn't realize this was so long, sorry). Have a great day, Sam.

I have been playing since almost the beginning. Sims 2 was my first that I actually owned and actually loved. I’ve thought about Brynn’s backstory but I haven’t written anything on it.

Brynn has lived in Willow Creek her entire life. She was surrounded by love whether it was her parents, her neighbors, or someone in her books. She always dreamed of more and being more. She wanted that happily ever after she saw in movies and wanted to write about it more than anything. Windenburg was always just the town next over and so Brynn romanticized the idea. She was a hopeless romantic waiting for a story to write about and that’s how her story started.

[missdawnandherdusk]

Just A Kiss

Draco X Reader

Drabble Request: @gryffindors-weasley​: a first kiss with Draco

A/n: this is so cute, my lord. I don’t know where it came from but get ready for fluff and cuteness and ugggghhh. I’m also pretty sure that this is gender neutral but don't hold me to it if it isn’t.  I love you all! Let me know what you think!

“This is stupid,” Draco muttered as I dragged him up to the Astrology tower in the dead on the night.

“No, it’s not,” I argued, grinning. “It’s not every day that Jupiter and Saturn align like this! And on Christmas no less!” I couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled through my lips.

“Don’t see why that’s my problem,” He sulked as we entered the moonlit tower.

“Will you at least pretend to enjoy it?” A small pout fell on my lips as I took his hands, glancing up through my eyelashes.

“Fine, fine, let’s go see your Christmas star,” He dragged me to the nearest railing without my prompting, knowing exactly where it was in the sky. I caught the smile that played on his lips as we looked up at the stars.

“You’re excited about this as I am!” I accused, poking his side, eliciting a laugh from him.

“Am not!” He refuted, trying not to laugh further. “It’s late and cold and I’d rather be in bed right now dreaming of sugar plums,” He failed at scowling, the light in his eyes playing with the stars.

“I’m sure,” I rolled my eyes, standing at the railing again to watch the stars.

He came up behind me, wrapping me in his arms, his head atop of mine. I sought his warmth and leaned back into him, intertwining my gloved hands with his.

“Happy Christmas, darling” He murmured, warming me for another reason, from the inside. 

“Happy Christmas,” I turned, looking up at him.

His closeness caused my heart to patter in my chest, and my cheeks to flush red. Maybe he missed it from the cold that chilled our noses, or perhaps it was the same reason that he was flushed. I could see something in his eyes. Some sort of plan, a calculation. His eyes darted to mine, then to my lips and I had a good idea of what he was thinking.

We had been on this edge for a while. So close to a first kiss then one of us would back out, both too shy to act on it. But this was suddenly different. In the cold, not so white Christmas, under a planetary conjunction that only happened once every 800 years, it had to be different.

My tongue darted between my lips, pulling my bottom one back to catch between my teeth. Draco watched the entire action, his parted lips fanning my face with the warmth of his breath. Butterflies fluttered anxiously in my chest. The moment was suspended in forever.

“Are you gonna kiss me or not?” I blurted out, to both of our surprises. My eyes widened. “I—I only mean that—” I started to stammer out but not for long, because Draco found a pretty solid way to shut me up.

His lips pressed against mine, his hands cradling my face. I relaxed under his touch and the softness of his lips. I felt the chill of his nose against my cheek as we stood there under the Christmas star figuring out how to kiss. It was slow and languid. There was a pleasant twisting in my chest that begged for more. For warmth and him consuming every one of my senses. Pressed against him as one of his hands came to my waist holding me there, warmth spread through me from my toes to my fingertips.

We parted softly, just millimeters apart.

“Took you long enough,” I muttered playfully.

He laughed, mischief dancing in his eyes.

“I had to make sure it was perfect,” He noted, his gloved thumb stroking my cheek. “It’s not every day you get to do your first kiss,”

“So, you did want to see this star,” I grinned victoriously. “And you whined the entire way up here,”

“It wasn’t all about the star, love,” He mused. “But I knew you in the moonlight, pressed against me because it was cold, eyes shining like a kid on Christmas... it would be a moment I wouldn’t forget. A moment that I couldn’t say no to.”

“Sap,” I accused, nuzzling my nose to his.

“But it works,” His smile influenced mine.

“It does,”

“Now, as much as I’d love to spend all night up here with you under the stars, it is cold, and Christmas eve, so why don’t we head back inside?”

“Can’t handle a little cold Malfoy?” I smirked.

“You’re shivering, darling,” He raised an eyebrow at me.

“Just have to be right, don’t you?” I muttered, causing him to chuckle and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

Draco really must have planned the entire evening out, because in the common room a warm fire was in the hearth and there were two mugs of tea on the coffee table by the loveseat that was draped in blankets. The entire thing was lit by the crackling fire and the fairy lights that lit up the tree and garland about the room.

I paused, taking in the beauty of the room, my chill momentarily forgotten as Draco helped me out of my cloak.

“Are you coming?” Draco rose his eyebrow at me, offering my hand. 

“You... did all of this for me?” I was awestruck.

His gaze fell to the floor, as he smiled, embarrassed. “Might have been plan b,” He admitted. “If I lost my nerve in the tower...”

“Draco,” A soft laugh fell from my lips as I wrapped my arms around him. His hands reflexively went to my waist. “It’s perfect. Plan b or not, it’s still the nicest thing that anyone has done for me,”

“You deserve the world,” His earnest words made me melt. “I just want to give it to you. And I know it’s not much, and someone else could give you more but—”

It had worked earlier to shut up my doubting voice, and now with my lips pressed against his, Draco had no room to doubt himself. My fingers curled into the ends of his hair now that they were freed from gloves. The warmth that cradled me from the room met the fire that grew inside, wanting nothing more than to prove to Draco that I didn’t want anyone else and what he did was more than enough for me.

Our second kiss was just as memorable as our first one, but now that we were inside and there was no reason to stop, we didn’t. We were allowed to chase that feeling of want and warmth with soft purrs and gentle sounds. I ended up on top of Draco on one of the sofas, my senses now completely dominated by thoughts of him.

“Love,” He called, pulling away begrudgingly.

I hummed a response, my eyes staying closed, nuzzling my nose to his. Butterflies still fluttered happily in my chest.

“People will be down in a few hours for Christmas morning,” He sounded as disappointed as I felt. I must have made a face because he laughed. “Another time, I promise.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, “There’s no rush, I’m not going anywhere for a long time,”

I smiled at his words. “Thank you... for plan a and plan b. It was more than I could have asked for,”

“Not too overdone?” Doubt still seeded in his voice.

“It was perfect,” I affirmed. “You’re perfect,” I settled onto his chest, tracing abstract lines onto his cashmere sweater. Draco reached for a blanket and pulled it around my shoulders, covering us both.

“Goodnight my love,” He murmured softly.

“Night Dray,”

Draco had mentioned earlier of dreaming of sugar plum fairies, and now they led me into sleep. The security of his arms kept me warm. Thousands of stars danced in my dreams, and Draco led

the dance, pulling me into his arms, and deeper into the dream. A smile and kiss promised on his lips.

I was gently jostled, pulling me from the dream as my eyes barely fluttered open, somewhere between dream and reality.

“Shhh,” Draco hushed softly. “Just heading to bed, you’re alright,”

I smiled and closed my eyes, only clinging to consciousness long enough to curl into Draco’s arms as he tucked us into the comfort of his bed. I faintly felt a kiss pressed to my forehead before I slipped under again.

It was easy to say that Draco and I slept in longer than most that Christmas morning, already having the perfect Christmas the night before.

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Welcome back! Can’t wait to read beauty and the beast - I’m sure what you have planned is just as amazing as what you’ve written already. Have a good day :)

Aww! Thank you! I hope you enjoy reading it. I really did enjoy writing it. ❤️

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Chapter Fifteen: A Head Full of Sand, a Yearning Heart, and a Touch of the Sun

 “You’re a right fuckin’ idiot, Shuibhne.” The accented feminine voice came from somewhere in his vicinity, but the whiskey and shame slurring thick and cloying through Sweeney’s veins had him slightly baffled as to exactly which direction he should be scowling in. The shitty country music spilling from the jukebox in the corner pounded mercilessly at his frazzled temples, tempting him to order another Southern Comfort and Coke just to make that incessant knocking stop. 

For fucks sake, couldn’t a man wallow in peace? He’d royally fucked things up with you in the velvet strewn, sex drenched hallways of the club belonging to that damned overgrown hippy Cernunnos, and had thoroughly succeeded in pushing away the one person that meant more to him than life itself in the process, so in response Sweeney had done the only thing that he did best. He had gone on one hell of a bender. 

And according to the tale that the graveyard dirt caked beneath his finger nails, the tricky hint of Death Loa that lingered like smoke upon his skin, and the still very Dead Wife traipsing away with his coin locked away in her sternum would tell, his desperate attempts to flee from his shame had culminated in yet another fuck up just the night before. But for all his herculean efforts, he still couldn’t seem to forget the warmth that bloomed on your skin as he ran his palms hungrily up your thighs, the sweet sigh of your surrender like honey and springtime against his lips as you melted into his arms, the sharp, stinging hurt shimmering in your lovely eyes as they slashed up at him, the blistering rage that tempered your brow as you denounced him. No, it would appear that there weren’t enough fuck ups, or Southern Comfort and Cokes, in the world that could make him forget you.

 Sweeney sighed deeply and raked a split knuckled hand through the battered hair atop the crown of his head, preparing to tell whoever dared interrupt his poignant brooding to fuck right off, when he spied an all too familiar figure perched atop the barstool to his right. He could place the set of those dewy porcelain features that slanted up acridly at him from 100 yards away, could recognize that fiery fall of hair, tumbling like a lick of roaring flame bounding for fresh tinder, from his grave. And judging by the significant heft of heaving milky breast that was offered up to him above irately crossed arms, she was none too pleased with him at the present.

Brigantia. “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know, love.” Sweeney rasped, his voice heavy and worn from the combined weight of a millennia’s worth of regret and far too much whisky.

  But despite the bone-weary edge to his tone, his old friend wasted no time in reaming him well and good.

 “There was a time when the likes of us could toy with our believers and not worry one jot about the consequences, but that age disappeared when I took on the prefix of Saint. You have a rare treasure in that girl,” the green in Brigid’s gaze roiled dangerously as she pinned him with a sharp, knowing look, “And no, Shuibhne, I’m not talkin’ about the dead one sporting your coin in her belly.”

 “Ah fuck, I know I mucked it all up,” Sweeney groaned as the pounding in his temples strengthened at the onslaught of her words, his pulse fraying beneath the weight of a healthy measure of both noise and guilt, and he wearily placed a ring bedecked finger to his brow as he finally gave in and gestured to the bartender for that Southern Comfort and Coke after all, “I never meant to do the lassling wrong, Brig, that I swear. But my coin-” Brigid cut him off with an exasperated scoff and a roll of her piercing celadon eyes, “That’s a steamin’ crock of shit, Shuibhne. The coin might hold your luck but the girl-” Brigid paused, pinning him with a shimmering glance that held a staggering wealth of emotion, the depth of which surprised even Sweeney, “Your girl, holds somethin’ infinitely more precious than any blasted coin, no matter how special it may be.” Read on!  _____________________________________________________________

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COMING FRIDAY: Love & Brotherhood Ch. 1 (Steve Rogers x reader; cowboy!AU, mob!AU)

Summary: Sequel to Ride & Prejudice. Now that you’re married to Steve, ghosts from both your pasts are coming to haunt you. A power move by your brother-in-law sets off a chain reaction: many truths are uncovered and your beloved cowboy’s righteous nature may lead him to getting his hands dirty.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-con, gang/mob violence, gun violence, death, physical altercations, sibling abuse (mental/physical), trauma, swearing, major angst, smut. This will be darker compared to Ride & Prejudice.

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You were excited for the life you’d have with him, children running around and playing with Winnie, maybe working together to add an extension to your house if needed. You could imagine Steve teaching them to ride a horse and training them to herd cattle. 

Your reverie is interrupted by the front door slamming. You look at the clock; it’s barely been a half hour. You quickly slide the crepe in the pan onto the plate and shut off the stove. 

“Steve?” you call as you set the pan down. “Are you alright?”

You rush to meet him in the living room; he’d only come in this early if he was injured. 

Though, you don’t meet Steve. 

It’s a man who very much looks like him, brown hair and blue eyes, but it’s not him.

His hair is short, cropped, and styled neatly out of his face. He’s clean shaven and stands in a very dignified way. His clothes are not suited for a farm. You see the worn leather of his cognac-colored jacket, the tatter on his boots. His pinstriped pants are perfectly hemmed, though you notice there’s a coffee stain on the thigh, the same coffee stains on his white t-shirt. You recognize the signature shape of Ray Bans as they hang from his collar. In his hand is a weekender bag. He’s planning to stay.  

“Ah,” the man says, an arrogant smirk across his face, “I remember you.” 

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In The Works List.

This is just a small snippet into what’s to come from me in the future. Just a way for me to not only keep track of all my ideas and requests, but to also keep you all in the loop about them.

STEVE ROGERS X READER ONLY

CURRENT POSTING ORDER

- Perfectly Perfect. Smut. POSTED.

- Beauty and the Beast Chapter 5. POSTED.

- Beauty and the Beast Chapter 6. POSTED.

- Soon Enough. POSTED.

- Beauty and the Beast Chapter 7. Sneak Peek HERE.

- Beauty and the Beast Chapter 8.

CURRENT WIPS

1. Beauty and The Beast.

2. Fated. ON HOLD.

CURRENT REQUESTS

1. Angsty 4 part mini series from cbbreakerbraker - Sneak Peek HERE.

2. Haunted House O/S from chocolate-cutting

3. Endgame O/S from giggleberts

4. Self Doubt O/S from ruby-bloop

5. Halloween mini series from caps-lockdown

6. Mobster O/S from pinkleopardss

7. Disney O/S from chocolate-cutting

8. Mutual Pining O/S from queen-among-writers

9. Service Dog O/S from strawberry-gothchild

FUTURE STUFFS

Will have more on these once I finish the WIPs I currently have. So stay tuned for these!

1. A Motorcycle Club AU Series - Sneak Peek HERE.

2. A Slightly Canon AU One Shot - Reader is an Avenger who has her random and awkward pastime hobby shown to the team. Though they don’t actually know it is her behind it. Or at least most of them don’t know...

3. A Celebrity AU 10 Part Series - It’s your first time ever visiting LA, having learned of a distant great aunt’s passing, you decide to travel down with your mother and sister for the funeral. So naturally, because this is you were talking about, when you finally do take a day to just explore the city alone, everything that could go wrong, does. And you find yourself unlucky, lost and sitting on a bus stop bench with no idea what you are going to do next. And no idea how to get back to your car, which is currently parked at the Santa Monica Pier. But your luck may just be looking up when a handsome stranger enters your life, and offers to lead the way back for you.

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Will update with any new stories coming your way whenever I figure them out or they get requested!

Last Updated: August 28th, 2020.