#sobbing into her lap/belly while she strokes his hair n reminds him it's over n it's ok n shes fine n theyre both here and alive

[solasan]

i do think it'd be sooo funny 🤪 if alarice and astarion had actually met in a tavern in baldur's gate like a year or 2 before canon i wont lie. alarice doesnt remember it but astarion does n when they meet on the beach hes like 🤨 why do i know u. they flirted terribly before one of the other people in the guild came to grab her for a job and astarion went to find a different mark. mostly he remembers thinking it was a shame someone so funny was going to be ripped open so terribly by cazador. i think also he remembers feeling a kind of annoyed relief that she got away; annoyed bc now he has to start again with someone else and he doesn't have much time, but relieved bc he liked her and it's good she gets to live another day??? n that conflict rly weighs on him once he starts 2 Care About Her lol

[muffindaddystyles]

Summary: Y/N's feeling icky about her body, but Harry loves her to bits and pieces, through thick and thin, in health and sick — and he always waits for her to come back to him.

TW: Body dysmorphia.

Y/N's healthy.

All she sucks in is having a sane sleeping schedule due to her UNI otherwise she eats natural goodies, cook and bake home because it comforts her more that way and she works out every evening to stay fit.

Sometimes though, she’s lazy and lacks behind which’s proper humane but deep down it effects her and her mental health more than she admits and she isn’t able to start over again – it mostly happens after her periods.

Harry loves her the way she’s.

Even if she’s clumsy, bumbling, procrastinating, overly enthusiastic to mend her life at 3 am, snotty and sloth-y in her periods, confident and positive around people, kind and loving whenever she comes to meet him, whiny and cuddly when she’s sick, jealous and grumpy with his attention not on her —- he loves her in every way possible, to rivers and to sea his love could never stutter for her ever.

He loves how she’s not overly toned, having soft squishy spots which Harry undeniably wants to admire and kiss shamelessly amount of times -- like -- her plummy pretty thighs that Harry likes to nestle his head in-between making her wriggle and squirm under his grasp, her overly cute tummy that Harry dies to pepper sweet adoring kisses and petal his lips round her belly button, everytime they’re cuddled up his bicep’s always looped her around her tummy to feel it rising up and down in calm rhythm, and oh! her tender titties, they’re actually his favourite babies and he loves to fondle them in his big calloused palms brushing his thumb over the sensitive perky nub and basks in the glittery whimpery mewls of hers.

He loves that she’s curvy and gives zero fucks if she’s skinny or not.

He thinks his baby’s perfect.

So perfect he actually feels the bubbling of devotion and affection filling to the brim of his heart’s chambers and leaking out and upon his ribs tickling him.

Y/N's his person and he worships her with his whole heart.

From some days though, she’s feeling devastatingly insecure about all her things Harry’s in love with and she has no-control over it how much she tries.

Harry’s observing that all with optimism (one of his great quality's that like a lion sly about his prey, he keeps an eye on everything but pretends otherwise). He has his intense gaze fixed on her when she’s taking a look of herself in the mirror for rather too long, running her hands down her body and practically shuddering.

He glances from over his laptop and drops everything he's doing watching her go monkies, sweating buckets and over exercising than her usual time.

He brings her closer and infront of him, pressing her to his chest and coiling his forearm around her shoulders whining a, “Baby..!” when they were brushing their teeth and despite of standing beside him and teasing him occasionally like she usually does she stuffs her face into the crest of his back and hides herself there to have minimal contact with her reflection in the mirror.

Her body dysmorphia spiking dangerously high.

“Deprived me of your cuddles. woke me up so early, granny.” She huffs lying through her teeth and how much his embrace was strong enough to keep her in place she still managed to wiggle out taking her previous cosy position, but he could feel her muscles tensing and an awkward silence falling over them.

He didn’t pry much. He wants to give her as much space as she requires to come back to him hale and hearty, as she always does and whatever happens he never forgets to remind her how much he loves her every night.

..

They were watching rom-coms on Netflix back to back with her curled up into his side with a spongy white wool knitted blanket thrown over them and his cheek was smashed atop her head popping in peanuts every now and then when out of certain she spoke pointing at the actress, “You know she got her ribs removed to get that shrinky waist.” Harry frowned at that. His face itching into disbelief and concern under the bouncing glow of telly.

He affixes his gaze down at her trying to read what’s cooking up in that genius brain of her's which isn’t being very rational and genius right now, they immediately turns soft and caring when she blinks up at him purely.

She squeaks, nose crashing against his collarbones when he scooches her up in his lap grabbing onto her knees to make her straddle his torso and he grumbles cutely when she tries not put all of her weight on him and doesn’t melts into him as his sweet lovie would used to do receiving a smack on her bum on his end.

He’s afraid that an evil version of her chomped onto his dear baby alive.

“Nothing else matters if all ye’ organs are packed safely and healthily inside you,” He tells her brushing loose frays of her hair behind her earlobe and rubs his thumb in gentle strokes over her treacly pulsing point, “Was just telling you ...” She mumbles, dotting touches on his knuckles and playing with his bare cold fingers.

It’s true, she was rambling out facts about the movie and cast out of habit because no-way she’d ever go through any surgeries to change herself to become someone she isn’t.

“Swear!” She yawps out in convincing high pitch when Harry squints down at her with his lips scrunched, one eye twitching in doing so.

“Alrighty. I believe you.” He cradles her cheeks in his palms and brings her mighty close to him to peck her cupid bow, then her bottom lip and the corners of her smiling mouth to suckle generous amount of whines from her and then kisses her lovingly – hands streaming down her spine and then resting atop her dip.

He thought she was ready to come back to him, to share her problem with him and Harry really wanted to bug in, to not let her fight her battle alone and take half of her hardships from her fretting self but guess not.

They were about to have sex when panic seeped in Y/N's eyes and her cheeks blazed up in that of embarrassment as she rushed to switch off the lamps that were the only source of light in their room.

“Moppet.” Harry sighed, knowing exactly what’s happening and she isn’t as foxy in covering it up as she’s thinking herself to be.

“Why wouldn’t y'want me t'see gorgeous self of yours?” His tone punctured and hurt, feeling useless for not knowing how to cheer her up and break her worries down. He smoothens his hands behind her to lock his arm around her waist, fingertips making grape sized indents into the flesh of her hip-bone as she streaks the tip of her nose up and down the crook of his neck, murmuring meekly against his salty skin while he hugs her warmly.

“’M just feelin’ shy.” He giggles at her response puckering his lips against her hairline to pet tiny, tiny kisses there as she fists her hands against his taught chest.

“Not somethin’ I haven’t seen before, love bug.” He blows raspberries against the underside of her jaw and their mouths meet into a messy, giggling, teeth clanking kiss when she sinks into pillows allowing him to cocoon her in his heat.

“I love you, Y/N. No matter what.”

.

The last dam breaker for them was this little get together at Sarah and Mitch's baby shower.

She matched her outfit with Harry. Cute lavender coloured little sweater blouse that was familiar to the baggy baby yarn cardigan Harry was wearing, it accentuated her curves and her bosom so prettily -- her midriff peeking from where the buttons weren’t closed and their jeans were painted (they did it themselves one Sunday when it was extra boring and inactive).

Y/N felt uncomfortable in her own clothes. A bitterness spreading inside her for herself and all she wanted was to escape away from her own skin.

She knows she’s loved and welcomed and cherished by her friends and family and the love of her life, most importantly. Then why was she feeling so icky about herself? Why everything's draining her and exhausting her?

Harry obviously could see through the gloomy tenebrous energy overshadowing her as he stood in the corner of the room grabbing the sorbet he poured in two glasses for them.

A sour guzzle of tears choking his throat and his limbs weakening letting the painful heartbreak seep into him when he watches her being fidgety and fiddling with the loops of her jeans, tugging her blouse every passing second and he’s sniffling a hiccup deep in his lungs when she shrinks into herself in dejection staring out of the window without any purpose.

Harry feels awful to startle her when he plops down beside her, coodling her closer to himself and tucks her head beneath his chin subtly and cups his palm under her jaw to make her look in eyes his eyes.

“Hi beautiful,” His tone had a saddening waver in it and his irises mossed bleak when Y/N remains unresponsive, zoning in and out of her own head feeling herself prisoned into her own invasive thoughts.

“You w'na go home darling?” He gives her a wet smile clearing his throat and blinking the stubborn moisture in his eyes away when Y/N nodded without any vivid expression.

All the way back home he denounced himself of not making her feel loved enough, to not to pest her soon about what she’s feeling and letting her slide deeper into the dark hole.

He thinks he’s a piece of shit.

.

Y/N wanted to dig the earth with her own nails and hide into it and never show her face again, she was overly ashamed of herself.

His hand was holding onto hers tightly, never letting it go as he led them through the hallway and his head perked up in confusion when she stopped them abruptly and lunged to wrap herself around him like he’s the last silver of her hope and the reason to live.

“I’m so sorry, so sorry.” There comes the first sob after ages of suffering and bottling it all in, not shocked at all he was expecting it to happen. Gently he picks her up and wraps her legs around him, keeping his support firm under her bum as she cried into his soft white t-shirt.

Carefully he sits them on the edge of the bed and tries to pry her soaky flushed face in his cradle but she refuses to show him, clutching onto his cardigan and whimpering brokenly.

“I just feel so disgusting,” Her sob scratches out of her throat and for a second he thought he heard her wrong, that her feeble crying’s playing some kind of a sick game with his heart.

“Harry do something I don’t want to feel disgusting.” But, when she pleaded helplessly a cold shiver settled in his bone marrow spreading an agonising burn in his stomach.

Gently he stirs her away from his chest to look at her, meeting their foreheads together while his thumb wiped her tears away and smoothed over her wabbly lips in profound tenderness.

“My beloved,” He whispers fondling his nose against hers and her eyes flutters into realm of calms, shaky breath falling over his lips as he brings her trembling fingertips towards them and pecks them feverishly.

“The love of me life, me heart.” He continues, “Shhh. Shh baby ‘s okay to cry but don’t tire y'self.” He hushes her when she whimpers loudly at his coy affirmation.

“I’m here with you, waiting f'you, watching y’goin’ through a stony path so I could be there to hold you whenever you trip –-,” He pets her hair, cupping the back of her neck to plant his lips bitten red from worry to her puffy damp eyelids and Y/N becomes a gooey lax of candle that’s been burning for tiring amount and finally her lover came to blew the agonising flame away putting her to peace as he coos snuggling her in his cordial embrace, “You’ve been so strong to yourself and ‘m so proud of me baby.”

“I’m always here. Never away from you, always right by y'side.” His palms bending around her ribs to smush her as intimately close as possible.

“How d'ya want your huggies babylove?” He simpers down at her darlingly, huffing out in relief seeing her relaxing -- her shoulders sinking from him massaging the knots in them.

“Tight.” She mumbles timidly. The gleam in her glossy eyes returning when Harry hugs her as she wished, squishing her in right places and not suffocating her at all – their breaths in sync chests flushed against eachother.

“I love you cuddly, and care f’you.” He kisses her on lips then goes to hug her right back.

“I love you too, Har. Thank you.” She sniffs in his woodsy scent grazing her touch up and down his back, smooching a soft kiss at his cheek.

[imagine-that]

Rough days

Pairing: Andrew Deluca x pregnant!reader

Warnings: mentions of death, lots of fluff

Requested by @mayascorner

AN: It’s been a while! This one is short but I loved writing it (even though I’m not the biggest Deluca fan lol) and I hope you guys like reading it. Catching up on some requests, as you can see so probably more to come soon!

You carefully walked through the hospital, practically waddling with the size of your belly. The baby kicked again and as overjoyed as you were, you just wanted it to stop.

“Morning y/l/n. Sure that isn’t twins? The bump is definitely big enough.” Alex teased with a smirk as you waddled over to him, swaddling your belly with your arms.

“Ha ha. Don’t even joke about that Karev!” You warned, continuing on your way. Your appointment with Carina was in a few hours so you had enough time to scrub in on at least one case.

Though many surgeons often decided to stay all the way up until a few weeks before they’re due date, Andrew had insisted you take early leave, knowing you would over work yourself if you didn’t. He was definitely right because you’d been taking every spare moment to jump on a random case and wanted to continue to do so until your last day.

“Y/n! You’re supposed to be resting!” A voice scolds from behind you and you mentally curse your slow walking.

“Andrew, I was just going to scrub in on Karev’s service. It’s just a simple bronchoscopy to get a toy car out of a kids throat. I’ll be in and out, I promise.” You groan, turning around to face him.

“Fine but afterwards you go to your appointment and then home to rest, ok mi amore?” He says, raising an eyebrow at you as he speaks. You smile goofily at the way his voice accents in Italian.

“Yes baby, I will do just that. Now go. You’re on the board with Grey. Good luck with that.” You giggle, pushing him towards the board to get him back to work.

He turns back to you and gives you a quick peck on the lips, smiling down at your large bump once more before he rushes off, muttering facts about the patient under his breath and making you giggle.

“Coming y/l/n?” Karev calls after you, making you rush over as quickly as you can.

“Sorry Karev.” You mutter sheepishly, following him into the room and continuing on with your patient as per usual.

———————————————————————

That night...

You shove your face into a pillow closest to you, groaning into it as you feel tears pouring from your eyes.

“Mi amore, I’m home!” Andrew calls from the living room. You carefully wipe your eyes, trying to stop the staggered breathes and sniffles you’re having.

“In the bedroom baby.” You shout back as evenly as possible, not wanting to worry him.

He enters the room and smiles at you but his smile drops when he sees your puffy eyes.

“What’s wrong mi amore?” He asks, sitting next to you, his face one of pure concern.

“N-nothing. Just a f-few mood swings is a-all.” You stutter, sucking in your quivering bottom lip and avoiding his eyes.

“Y/n...” Andrew says, obviously knowing your lie.

“Fine. Karev and I lost the little girl for the bronchoscopy. It was such a simple procedure but- but she didn’t make it. She was doing perfectly fine! But then her toy fell farther because my hand moved and she choked more and-and I don’t know what happened next because that’s when Karev k-kicked me out. All I know is that they lost her after that and that I shouldn’t even be in medicine.” You cry, letting your head fall against his chest as you began to sob.

“Sshhhh. It’s ok baby. It’s ok.” He says soothingly, rubbing in circles around your back

“What if I do the same to our daughter Andrew?” You murmur miserably into his chest.

“Well unless you’re going to be your own doctor, which I don’t see working, I don’t see how that would be possible princessa.” He says with a smile, but you let out a sigh, resting your head in his lap as you lay down.

“I mean what if I do something wrong that could risk her health?” You clarify. He frowns down at you worriedly.

“Darling have you been having these thoughts a lot?” He asks, his eyebrows knit together in concentration.

“No...” You say, wondering where it could possibly be going.

“Then you have no need to worry about it now. You’re a doctor, you would know if you did something wrong.” He assures you, looking you square in the eye as he speaks.

“Not according to Karev.” You mutter.

“Well Karev is a tool and everyone knows it. But he loves you, you can’t worry too much over this. Stress is bad for the baby mi amore.” He reminds you, stroking your hair gently. You hum in approval, shutting your eyes in exhaustion.

“She kept me up all night kicking last night. What if the exhaustion is how I messed up? Or how I grabbed the wrong lunch?” You suggest.

Andrew chuckles. “My love, you grab the wrong lunch everyday.” He reminds you, making you smile up at him softly.

“Right.” You giggle. You snuggle in closer to him, holding his hand in your relaxed state as he rubs one of his hands over your back in circles.

You slowly let yourself cuddle into his lap, eyes still shut and body completely still other than your breathing.

After a few minutes, Andrew lifts you gently, moving you over to one side of the bed and tucking stray hairs behind your ear.

His voice starts to fill the silence but you don’t stop him, listening to his words in curiosity.

“My princessa, we love you so much. Please stop giving your madre such a hard time. She loves you more than anything in this world, she can’t wait to meet you. Try to go easy on her.” He hums, stroking your stomach lightly.

You try your best not to smile, not wanting him to know you’re awake to hear.

He sings in Italian for a bit, something he rarely did, even if you begged him to. It made you want to giggle but you resisted, not wanting him to stop.

“I can’t wait to hold you in my arms princessa. I’m already in love with you. We don’t have a name for you yet but whatever it is, it’ll be perfect for you. Especially if your clever mom thinks of it. Let’s hope you look like her.” He says in a husky sweet voice.

“I’d much prefer if she resembled her dad.” You giggle softly, turning your head to face him. His brows raise in surprise as he moves back a bit, his cheeks tinged pink in embarrassment.

“Mi amore, I thought you were asleep.” He says sheepishly.

You shake your head, smiling to him.

“No and I’m glad I wasn’t. You just reminded me why this is all worth it. She keeps me up now and soon she’ll be keeping both of us up but she’s ours. We’ll get through all the sleepless nights the way we do everything else; together.” You promise, wrapping your little finger around his tightly.

“I love you Andrew.” You whisper to him, nuzzling up to him on reflex.

He beams, glad to be able to call you and the little baby girl growing inside you his.

“I love you too mi amore.” He says back, pulling you closer into his chest, never wanting to let go of moments like these.

[mermaidxatxheart]

Better Together Chapter 4

Okay, y'all. I'm posting this just before I go on vacation. If you want to be added to my tag lists, send an ask. My work is not to be reposted anywhere. A big thank you to those who have proof-read this for me. I don't know what I would do without you.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: language, violence, angst. This is where it gets rough.

Chapter 3

Chapter Four

You sit up violently with a scream, clutching at your chest, but it’s not really your chest you’re worried about. You scramble for your friend, but he’s not at the edge of the cave, it’s still dark outside. You’ve probably been asleep for an hour, no more than two.

“Poe!” You call frantically. “Dameron!”

He skids back into the entrance, back into your blessed view, buckle undone on his trousers. “Hey, I’m right here. What happened?” He asks, reaching for your arms.

Your hands press shakily against his chest, desperate to feel his solid heartbeat. “I—“ you stutter.

It was just a dream.

“You’re freezing.” He comments, rubbing your arms to get you warm.

“Wh-what were you doing outside?” You ask, teeth starting to chatter as the shivering hits you.

“Taking a leak. I was just outside.” He leads you back over to the fire and drapes his jacket around your shoulders. “Here, sit in front of the fire, sweetheart. Let’s get you warm.” He builds the fire back up, and while the heat of it dances across your skin, it never goes any deeper.

He starts to stand up but you grab his wrist pleadingly. “Don’t leave me?” You whisper. He seems taken aback by the sheer desperation in your voice, so he nods and settles behind you.

“Close your eyes. I’m right here.” He says softly and you pull his arm around you, needing him close. He presses his forehead to the back of yours and you can feel his breath on your neck. You can feel your hands trembling as you clutch at his and he holds you tighter.

“Do you think,” he starts, lifting his head to speak softly into your ear. You start at the noise and turn to listen better. “Do you think Leia is sobbing uncontrollably right now because of how much she misses me?” He asks quietly and your lips pull up at the corners against your will.

“I’m sure she’s managing somehow. It’s difficult, but I think she can hold on.” You reply, shifting to lay your head back down.

“I hope so. I’d hate to be the reason she suffers so.” He says dramatically and you snort loudly before you can stop yourself. “Bless you.” He adds, his voice dripping with a grin.

“You definitely cause her to suffer.” You mutter and he squeezes your side, exactly where you hate. You squeal and squirm, trying to get away, but he grabs you and presses you flush against him.

“You’re so mean to me.” He sighs, dropping his head against your shoulder, but his nonsense worked, you feel a little better as he holds you so you can sleep.

***

Poe Dameron is…. confusing. And soft. Big giant Ewok. Ever since you woke up this morning, he’s been gentle. Cracking jokes to get you to smile, walking next to you instead of in front of you, taking your hand more often.

About mid morning, you stop for a break. Your legs don’t feel any better and you almost wish you had taken Poe up on his offer to massage them. You ease down onto a log and he hands you some food from his pack.

You close your eyes against the light, sweat trickling down the back of your neck. No matter how many times you wipe it away, more takes its place. You can see Poe in your mind’s eye, leaning against the trunk of the tree across from you, legs crossed at the ankles. You can hear him chewing on the snack he noisily unwrapped.

You can hear a strange noise, almost like a whooshing, or a whistling as something big moves through the air. You try to open your eyes to look around, but your lids won’t cooperate. You feel something swing past your ear, rustling your hair into your face. A big spiked log heading straight for Poe. You scream his name, trying to move to get to him. The spiked log flattens against the tree and you see his legs go slack. You scream, the sound ripping from your throat in anguish as you struggle against whatever is holding you in place.

“Y/N! Y/N!!” Poe’s voice reaches you. He’s shaking you roughly as you fight against his hands. It takes you a minute to realize he’s the one holding you, and another to pry your eyes open and look at him. He’s blurry, confusingly so, until you realize you’re crying. “Hey, you’re okay. I’m right here.” He says, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m right here.” The tears spill over and he brushes them away with his thumbs, searching your face. “You fell asleep on me.” He says, half a smile on his face. It doesn’t reach his eyes.

“I don’t like it here.” You whisper, throat sore from the scream. “I don’t like it.” You shake your head, dropping it against his chest. His big hand cradles the back of your head, stroking your hair softly.

“I know. Just a couple more days and then we’ll go tell Leia that this planet won’t work.” He promises.

“Except it’s almost perfect.” You groan.

“Not if it’s doing this to you. Hey, look at me.” He says gently, guiding your head back. “Wanna leave? We’ll go back right now.”

You want to. You want to take him up on it so badly. Your hands twitch towards his, but you force them to stay still. “No. We have a mission to complete.” You mumble and he sighs.

“Alright. Just say the word, sweetheart, and we’re gone.” He assures you and you nod.

***

“Know what I would kill for right now?” He huffs, lifting you over a log.

“A more capable partner?” You mutter dully.

“Ice cream. Cold, sweet, melty, chocolate, beebleberry, denta bean.” He hums, wiping his face. “Mmm. Denta bean.” He licks his lips and your eyes are suddenly drawn to them. He’s hot. His face is flushed from sweating and so much hiking. He needs to take a break.

“Hey, hey. Poe.” You grab his arm and he spins into you abruptly. “Sit. You need water.” You tell him, pushing him down onto the ground. He pulls you into his lap with him and you can’t stop the smile that cracks through.

“Are you okay?” He asks, tucking hair behind your ear as you fumble for his canteen.

“I’m fine. I promise I won’t fall asleep this time.” You say.

“You can sleep on me any time.” He huffs. You pick up his canteen and frown.

“Drink.” You insist, holding the skein to his soft lips.

He parts them, allowing the cool liquid to flow in. His dark eyes never leave you as he drinks. After a few seconds, he captures your wrist and lowers it.

“We either need to find a safe water source, or head back to the ship.” You say after a minute. “We’re almost out of water.”

“You’re the boss.” He cracks a smile, adjusting his head against the rough bark.

“Technically, you’re the commander on this mission.” You remind him.

“Oh yeah? Well, technically, you’re smarter.” He admits shamelessly and you roll your eyes.

“Ever have fried ice cream from Corellia?” You ask, shifting to sit back next to him.

“No. Is it delicious? It sounds pointless. Wouldn’t it melt?”

“Nope. They do this thing to it that super freezes it so it only gets a little soft in its crispy shell.” The taste of it, salty and sweet ghosts across your tongue and you clamp down on the sound wanting to escape. “After this is over, we’ll go and I’ll buy you some.” You promise.

“It’s a date.” He says, dropping his hand onto your thigh in the absolute most friendly way possible, but your stomach still flip-flops in your midsection.

“You know, this is the dumbest mission ever. We’ve been sent to a planet that’s never been explored and we’re wandering around aimlessly trying to map it in just a couple days.” You groan.

“Know what I think?” He says, turning his handsome face to look at you.

“That Leia must have been desperate to get you out of her perfect hair? I just don’t see why she had to drag me down with you.” You sigh and he drops his head forward, chuckling.

“You’re so funny.” He says and then lunges, capturing you around your waist and rolling you both into the ground as you shriek. You cling to his shoulders as you land on your back, his hands cradling your head to protect it from the hard ground.

“Jerk.” You huff. Then you blink, seeming to realize just how close his face is to yours. His soft brown eyes are searching yours, his charming smile slowly fading.

Bryce’s smiling face flashes in your mind’s eye and you twist your face away with a groan. He blinks in confusion.

“You weigh a ton.” You protest and a soft chuckle skates across your cheek.

“All muscle, sweetheart.”

“Sure. If muscle here means bantha burgers.” You tease, but it’s fake. Regret settles low in your belly and you’re absolutely not sure if it’s regret at not kissing Poe, or letting it go so far. Unfortunately, Poe Dameron is literally the easiest person in the galaxy to be around.

“Maker, you’re mean when you’re—“ he cuts off and pushes himself off you.

“When I’m what?” You prompt.

“...camping.” He says finally and you know that’s not even close to what he was gonna say.

“We should keep moving. Find some water.” You mumble, pushing yourself up and gathering your things.

“Yeah. ‘Course.” He joins you once more, but this time in silence.

***

His shoulders are tense. Pulled almost all the way up to his ears. His shirt catches at his spine, bunching at the gap at his neck and sticking to the rest of him. He hasn’t spoken in over an hour and you’re terrified that he’s mad at you.

You follow dutifully behind him now, no longer next to him as you were this morning. A dozen times, you’ve opened your mouth to call his name. But then you shrink back, hiding in your own cowardice.

The image of that knife plunging into his chest slams into you full force and you squeak, mouth opening, his name on your lips before you can catch it this time.

“Sh, you hear that?” He asks, holding up his hand to stop you in your tracks.

Bubbling, the sound of a river flowing swiftly. Water. He turns to glance at you before his hand latches tightly onto yours and then he’s pulling. He drags you along, hardly able to keep up. You round the base of a tree and there it is, crystal clear, blue, fast enough to be safe. You quickly mark it on your holopad, noting the direction it’s flowing in. Poe steps forward, but you pull him back, fear twisting you.

“Let me test it first.” You say quietly, avoiding his eyes. You dig into your bag and pull out your kit, dipping it into the water at the bank’s edge. You fill a small vial and dump the tester chemicals into it. You swirl it around as they change colors and you hold it up for him.

“Is blue good?” He asks warily.

“Blue is good.” You confirm and he drops his bag, giving a loud, echoing whoop that disturbs a butterfly resting nearby. He scoops you up in his arms, pulling your bag off and swinging you around as he walks you into the freezingwater.

You shriek, holding onto him as it stings your legs. “Poe!” You protest and he laughs, sinking down to his waist, and Maker, it’s even fucking colder.

“Fuck, it feels so good.” He moans loudly, sinking in up to his shoulders. After the initial shock, you do have to admit that the cool water is lowering your body temperature considerably. You duck under the surface, holding your breath and getting your sweaty hair wet.

You come back to the surface to see him watching you. “Better than ice cream?” You ask and he tips his head back, laughing jubilantly.

“A million times better.” He agrees.

“We should refill.” You say, thinking again. You head for the shore, grabbing both of your canteens and holding them under the water. They fill to the very brim and you screw the lids back on, enjoying the heavy feel of them once again.

“Are you done?” He asks from directly behind you and you jump.

“How do you move so quietly in fucking water?” You ask, turning to face him.

“Special skill.” He says shortly, a toss away answer.

“Poe,” you start. You want to apologize for this morning, the abrupt shut out.

“Sh.” He says, applying just a little pressure to your shoulders until you sink to your knees, shivering in the frigid water. He moves behind you, tipping your head back gently until your neck is stretched as far as it’ll go.

“I’m sorry,” you start again.

“Sh.” He hushes you again, his big hands fill with water and he lets it flood your hair. The cool water instantly dispels the heat in your scalp and it feels so good. Your eyes flutter shut as he keeps doing it. He guides you to lean forward slightly as he pulls your hair out of the way. More scoops of water splash over your burning neck, sending chills down your spine.

You stare at your rippling reflection in the water, Poe behind you, taking care of you. Always fucking taking care of you.

Oh.

Oh.

Maker, you’re blind.

You blink the tears away, choosing to pretend that it’s the river water. You grab his hand awkwardly from behind you to stop him and you stand up, turning to face him.

Your best friend, probably the only person you’ve ever cared about more than yourself.

“Poe,” you breathe, your fingers curling into the front of his soaked shirt.

Why fight it?

“Y/N?”

You tug, just hard enough to let him know what you want. He moves forward, closing the distance and then your lips are on his. They’re soft, and currently immobile under yours as the shock settles in. But that’s okay. Your hands slide up to hold his face, curling around his ears. You shift, lips moving against his, and he snaps out of it, opening his mouth for you. His hands blaze a trail down to your waist as he pulls you closer, pressing you against his chest. You lick into his mouth as he moans, fingers twisting into your shirt. He kisses you harder, more urgently than you’ve ever been kissed by anyonebefore. Your fingers card through his hair, holding him as close as you can. Your heart is slamming against your ribs at the taste of him.

“Well, what do we have here? Two resistance rats.” A voice says and you jump apart, your heart coming to a dead stop in your chest.

Three StormTroopers stand on either side of the bank, blasters aimed directly at you. Poe reaches for his own blaster, but a laser pointer trained right over your heart stops him.

“Try it. Please. I’m begging you. I haven’t been so bored in ages. A little target practice would be great.” One of them snarks.

“You could probably use it, too.” Poe says before he can stop himself.

“Out.” Another one orders, waving his gun and gesturing.

Poe hesitates. He wants to fight, it’s what he does. There’s only three of them, after all. But then, you’re there, in harm’s way. You think back to your comment this morning about him getting a more capable partner. You’ve never wished for anything harder.

One of the troopers pulls the hammer back, leveling the blaster at you. Poe looks at you, gritting his teeth together before trudging to the edge of the water. You follow, hating that he’s giving up because of you, because you’re so weak. You hate that you got him caught, because you distracted him with a kiss.

And then guilt floods you as your hands are handcuffed behind your back roughly. The kiss. You wonder if it even matters now, you probably won’t make it home to tell Bryce the truth anyway.

But that doesn’t stop the guilt from filling you. You wish you had taken Poe up on his offer to leave this morning. Now you’ve gotten him caught. They nudge you in the direction of the river, downstream and Poe glances over his shoulder at you, his usually warm eyes cold.

You’re a terrible friend.

Chapter 5

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[velvetthunder1999]

All the time on Earth

Part 38 - New Beginnings

Summary: As time goes by, you and George start your new life. Just the two of you. Until you have a surprise for him.

Warning: None, Fluff

Word count: 1.3

George Weasley x Reader

Masterlist

“Your total is five galleons and three knuts,” you said and took the coins that the young witch gave you. “Here you go, have a nice day!”

She took the package and waved goodbye. It took her a while to reach the entrance because the shop was flooded with people. All around kids were looking at products, laughing at each other, trying out magic and muggle cards, or just racing each other to the higher floors.

“Tough day?” came a kind voice from behind your back.

“Ron!” you said with a smile. “What are you doing here?”

“Just came to say hello.”

“Have you really?” you raised an eyebrow.

“Actually, I came to talk to George. Is he around?”

“Oh… Wait a second, will you? Verity!”

The witch from the other side of the store turned to you. You waved and watched as she started moving towards you, carefully making her way in the crowd.

“Verity, could you take over for a bit?” you indicated at the cashier. “I need to take care of something.”

“Of course!” she said and you nodded towards the stairs.

“Thank you. Come, Ron.”

You made your way to the upper floor which was a bit less crowded, then continued on the corridor towards the back, where the door lead through to your flat.

“So, what brings you here?” you asked once there were no people around. Ron looked around nervously.

“I was thinking about leaving the office.”

“Really?” you said while turning the key in the door. “How come?”

“It’s just… not for me I think. Harry’s all for it, but I was thinking about — woah! I’ve never been in here!”

He looked around in surprise, seeing the inside of the flat. You laughed.

“I guess the renovation really did the place justice.”

“You renovated?” he asked.

“Yeah… it was… it reminded of… you know,” you said dully. “George is in the office. He’s a bit quiet, this time of year, you know. It’s almost May.”

“Sure,” said Ron huskily. You cleared your throat.

“I’ll tell him you’re here. Be back in a sec.”

You walked past him, and knocked on the door which used to be Fred’s room. A muffled ‘come in’ came and you stepped inside. George was sitting at the table, papers and unfinished drawings all around him, but he was clearly not working. When he looked at you, a kind smile appeared on his lips.

“Hey, is everything all right?”

“Sure,” you said and walked over to him and sat in his lap. He welcomed you with a soft kiss. “What are you working on?”

“I was thinking about some new products.”

“Really?” you said with joy. He had not invented anything for years. “And what will they do?”

“Well…” he said lowly. “Maybe they’d ease tension. After a nightmare or something. I thought about them yesterday, when… you know…”

“You woke up?”

“Yeah,” he nodded and you saw him glancing towards the window, where a photograph of him and Fred stood. “What do you think?”

You stroke his hair kindly.

“I think it’s phenomenal.”

“You mean it?” he said, looking into your eyes again. “Or are you only saying that because you love me?”

You snorted with laughter.

“What a ridiculous question,” you kissed him. “By the way, Ron wants to see you.”

“Ickle Ronnie?”

“He’s here right now. He’s outside.”

“What does he want?”

“I think he might want a job. Here.”

“Does he?” he looked at the closed door. A sudden idea seemed to come him. “What if I hire him?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, maybe you can apply for that job in the Ministry again. If you want, of course.”

“At the Ministry?” you said in disbelief.

“Well… You always wanted to work in trade… Maybe this time they actually look for qualification instead of blood,” he said in an annoyed tone. You looked at the floor, thinking.

“Yeah, maybe… Can we talk at dinner?”

Now he was the one who snorted.

“Weren’t we supposed to?”

“I meant… I just need to tell you something.”

“Oh…” he looked concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly, standing up from his lap. “I’ll send in Ron.”

The rest of the afternoon flew by quickly and once you looked at the clock it was already seven o’clock. You were heating up some leftovers from yesterday, when George exited the bathroom, his hair still a bit wet from the shower. You smiled at him; he looked incredibly handsome.

“So, what are the big news?” he asked and your heart jumped.

“What big news?”

“You wanted to tell me something, did you not?”

“Oh…Oh! Yes. Er —”

“What is it, then?” he came closer. “Is everything —”

“Stop asking if everything’s okay,” you snapped. “Sorry. I don’t wanna sound rude.”

“Okay, love…” he said, looking puzzled. “You’re starting to scare me so say it please.”

You stomach was in a knot. You had been thinking about phrasing the words in your mind the whole afternoon, but no solution came. You swallowed.

“You said I should apply for a job at the Ministry.”

“Yeah.”

“Well… I can’t really do that. Not now.”

“What?” he said. “Why?”

“Remember when I ate that fish and then threw up?”

“What, like — two weeks ago?”

“Mm. And I didn’t tell you this but I threw up yesterday, too.”

“Are you sick or something?” he asked, dumbfounded.

“Well, I thought… So I went to St Mungo’s for a check up…”

“Okay...” he said slowly. “What did they say?”

You took a deep breath.

“George… I’m pregnant.”

A silence fell over the room. George’s face was stuck in shock. His eyes were the only things moving; they slowly made their way down your chest and stopped under your stomach.

“W… What.”

It was not a question. You sighed again.

“I’m pregnant.”

“What.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“Wh —”

“George!” you said, your laugh shaky from nervousness.

“Merlin… Are you really?” his mouth fell open.

“Yes.”

“Oh, my God,” he fell onto his knees and touched your belly as if it was made of glass. “There’s a baby in here?”

“Yeah.”

“Hah… hah,” he laughed weirdly. You were not sure he understood the situation.

“George… You know what this means?”

“What?”

“You’re gonna be a dad. We’re gonna have a baby.”

He looked up at you, his eyes wide.

“A baby?”

“Yeah.”

“Our baby?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, my God… Oh, my God!” he exclaimed and stood up. “Oh, my God, Y/N! You’re pregnant, you’re… Oh, my God!”

He shouted and lifted you from the ground. You laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

“I can’t believe this…” he said, now grinning from ear to ear. “We’re gonna have a baby! Oh mum… Mum’s gonna freak!”

“I know,” you said, also smiling. “But there’s something else.”

“Something else?” he said and looked at your belly again.

“Yes. So… While I was there, there was a witch who told me about these charms that would help me know more about the baby… And…” you laughed as tears started falling from your eyes. “She asked me if I wanted her to do those charms on me, and I said yes…”

“Why are you crying?” George asked in fear.

“Because…” you chuckled with tears. “Because I don’t think we’ll need to think about names…”

“What do you mean?”

“Because… it’s a boy.”

He reacted faster than for the first time. His hands flew over his mouth, his eyes watering already.

“Are you… Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you nodded while crying and he broke into sobs as well. He hugged you again, holding you close, occasionally laughing, then crying again.

“You are my everything,” he said, whispering into your ears. “You and… him.”

He looked down at your belly again, and with a smile on his face he gently touched you where he imagined his son to be. You were shaking with joyful anxiousness, but were grateful as well; grateful for him, grateful for your happiness, and grateful for the amazing life that was about to come.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

The Matchmaker: Nineteen

“Jeeze, Bucky,” Sam said poking the brunette’s abs teasingly, “Are you sure Y/N is the one that’s pregnant?” Bucky snorted. He knew his abs were less defined than they had been, but he also didn’t care.

“Have you seen her lately?” he said, smiling a little. Your tummy wasn’t so easy to hide under your favorite t-shirts anymore and your shorts and a few pairs of jeans had had to be replaced. You’d protested that you had leggings and stuff but Bucky hadn’t listened. He wanted you to be comfortable and with summer here, at last, leggings were not going to cut it. 

Steve laughed and took a drink from his water bottle, “You getting nervous yet?” he asked. Bucky wiped the sweat off his face and sighed, “Sometimes,” he admitted, “mostly I’m afraid I’ll hurt them.”

Steve sobered and Sam winced just out of Bucky’s line of sight. They’d had this conversation before. It was how Sam had even found out you were pregnant. Bucky had had a bad night. He’d woken up screaming, scared you to death, and then had almost broken your hand when you’d reached for him. 

It had been a reflex. He didn’t want to do it. He never would do it. For a moment he hadn’t known where he was. Your little cry of pain and terrified sob had snapped him back to the present, quickly. Bucky had gone cold all over and snatched you out of bed apologizing and trying to explain as he carried you to the car to take you to get your hand looked at. 

Once he knew it was just a sprain, that he’d not hurt you on purpose. After hearing you through the door explaining to the nurse that no, you really weren’t being abused and it really had been an accident, he’d taken you home, gotten you comfortable, and left. 

Steve and Sam had found him where he’d been for the last 12 hours. He was exhausted and trembling. At first, they had thought that there’d been a fight. But Bucky told them that had happened. How scared he’d made you for a second. How scared he was that he might hurt you worse the next time. Or hurt the baby. He’d managed to talk himself into leaving. Convinced himself that it would be best if he kept his distance to keep from hurting you. 

Steve had smacked him in the head then, “If you leave her I’m gonna kick your ass, Buck.” he’d threatened gently. 

They’d talked him off the ledge. Reminded him that he had stopped, as soon as she cried. As soon as he remembered who she was and that he hadn’t, probably wanted to hurt her to start with. Reminded him that you’d be heartbroken if he left. Reminded him that you needed him, for once, now that there was a baby coming, probably more than he needed you. 

Bucky came home with flowers. Ready to plead with you and apologize for hurting you. When he found you snuggled up in bed, face buried in his pillow for comfort, his heart lightened. He’d curled up around you gently and hugged you close. Burying his face in your hair until he fell asleep.

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“You’re not going to hurt them,” Sam said after a long moment. Bucky half turned and Sam smiled a little, “Do you know how soft you are with her? Dude. You went full Winter Soldier mode mid-fight once and you know what Steve did? He fucking played a clip of her talking. Just talking. And you snapped back so quick I think you gave yourself whiplash.”

Bucky remembered that. Well. Parts of it. He remembered the red haze and your voice bringing everything back into focus. Steve smiled a little, “Shuri might have de programed you, but she brought you back, Buck... You’re the most like you when your with her.”

“That might be more terrifying than when you ripped the steering wheel out of my car,” Sam added, “Was he really that much of a marshmallow?”

Steve chuckled and nodded, “Bucky, Y/N and the baby are perfectly safe with you. You’d rather die than hurt them, she knows that. Just let her love you, you punk.”

Bucky nodded slowly, thinking of you at home with Becky, making dinner. Apple pie, special, just because he’d mentioned earlier in the week that it sounded good. Even though you’d had something else planned. The simplicity of it. The warmth that spread through his chest listening to the soft feminine chatter in the kitchen.

Steve clapped him on the shoulder, “C’mon,” he said, “Your missus promised us dinner if we got you out of her hair for a little while.”

_____________

“Becky,” you sigh, “I’m fine. Honestly, if I sit down for a minute all that’s going to happen is this is going to take longer. The boys will be hungry when they get here.”

The older woman frowns at you, “Sweetheart you’ve not slowed down since I got here,” she tutted. Nat smiled a little and helped herself to a cookie, “Seriously Y/N come sit and have a cookie at least.”

“I don’t like that kind,” you tell them politely, “And I have at least one more pie to make.” 

“I don’t understand how you can bake all this stuff and not eat it all,” Becky said looking around at the kitchen. 

You laugh and pause for a moment to stretch a cramp out of your back from working in the garden earlier, “I guess it’s because I grew up eating it. Like it was always there... so now it just doesn’t phase me.”

Nat took a bite of cookie and sighed, “Is this all your moms recipe?” 

You shake your head, “This is my great-grandma’s. At least for the cookies. The pie is all my mom’s stuff.”

Becky nodded happily, “At least it’s good to know Bucky isn’t starving. Or living on take out any more.”

You smile, “He does eat better now, kinda.”

You hear the door and nod to yourself, applying your self to rolling out a pie crust. 

“Hello, ladies!” Sam said leaning over to snag a cookie. Steve kissed Nat hello and Bucky brushed a kiss against the top of his little sister’s head before crossing the floor to greet you. 

“Hey, doll,” he said wrapping his arms around you and letting his hands rest on your belly. You smiled up at him and he felt himself melt.

“How was work?” you ask. He smoothes circles into your stomach with his thumbs and drops a kiss hello on your forehead, “Fine,” he said softly, “Just glad to be home. Happy to be with my girls.”

You let him linger for a minute, letting him be comforted and enjoying the feel of him touching your belly so lovingly. He kisses the back of your neck happily and lets you go once he feels centered, his hands lingering on your hips for a moment before he goes to steal a cookie. 

________

Bucky takes the stack of plates out of your hands and sets them down. “Sweetheart,” he said, “Please sit down. Your ankles are getting swollen.” 

“I’m fine,” you protest quietly. 

“Please?” he murmured, touching your stomach tenderly, “I know,” he said when you open your mouth to answer, “You feel fine. But I’d feel better if you sit down and rest for a second.”

You sit down reluctantly and Bucky kisses your hair, “Good girl,” he murmurs against your ear as he laid plates out to set the table. 

Becky pushes your water bottle towards you gently and pets your stomach affectionately. “I don’t understand why you don’t want to know what you’re having,” she pouted, “I wanna know what I should be buying.”

You shake your head, “We’re having a baby,” you laugh, “But Bucky swears we’re having a girl.”

Steve smacked him on the arm, “You were supposed to give me a nephew I could train to be my sidekick,” he teased.

Bucky snorts and drops a kiss on your head as he lays dinner out on the table. 

“Hey!” you tell Steve as Natasha smacked his arm, “Yeah, damn it.” Sam took a pull of his beer and smiled, “Yeah, Steve.”

Bucky makes your plate, fussing quietly as you and Natasha continue to make Steve regret his word choice as Becky sits on your other side and giggles.

You nibble on your dinner and Bucky fusses quietly and keeps water in your glass. 

________

Everyone is lounging in the living room, Bucky has your feet in his lap and strokes them idly, rubbing where he knows they’re sore after you’d spent so long on them. Nat is sitting on the floor by the couch, scrolling through baby things on her tablet. “I like that one,” you tell her thoughtfully, “Send it to me?”

She nods, “It is super cute,” she said, “And it’ll work even if Bucky is wrong.”

“He’s got a 50/50 chance of being right for once,” you say stretching.

Bucky smacks the bottoms of your feet very gently, “I’m not wrong, Doll,” he said, before working on the arches of your feet, easing up when you jerked.

Nat turns and smiles at him, “I dunno,” she said, “Either way, this baby is gonna be so spoiled.”

“So very spoiled,” Steve seconded. 

“And what’s wrong with that, I’d like to know,” Becky said from her chair, “Babies should be spoiled.”

__________

Later that night, Becky asleep in her guest room downstairs and the rest of your guests gone home for the night, you snuggled into Bucky’s chest and he wrapped his arms around you sleepily.

“I love you,” he murmured, petting your tummy drowsily, comforted by the warmth. 

He sighed, content and happy. “Apple pie knocked you out huh?” you tease.

“Guess so,” he said, yawning. You poke his stomach teasingly and smile, “You and your sweet tooth,” you tut.

He smiles, “Not sorry,” he said, “It’s delicious.”

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[revengeworld]

My King IX

Kylo Ren x Reader

Words: +2.800

Warnings: Just pure Fluff this chapter MY MASTERLIST - Can be found in my Bio if you´re interested in more of my work! 

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As soon as Kylo stepped out of his Ship he knew something was wrong. Knights were running around the palace while he made his way to his room, not even being noticed by anyone.

Entering the empty and dark room, Kylo was more than confused. He had expected that Y/N would rest in bed with a book if she really wasn't feeling well what Indo had reported.

When he wanted to turn around to look for her, Hith was already standing in the doorway.

“Where is she?” Kylo growled while Indo and Lydie appeared behind the other Knight.

“She disappeared on us and we can't find her.”

“For star's sake... Are you force users or what?!” shaking his head, he was already pushing his way through them while searching for Y/Ns live force.

With quick steps, he was walking down the stairs to the cells while his cape was waving behind him.

She didn't know why her feet had brought her here, but now she was quietly entering the solidarity ward.

Every Knight on this floor had disappeared, probably because they were searching for her in the wrong areas.

Stopping in front of the last cell, the young man on the cold floor almost didn't believe his eyes, quickly making his way to the glass door.

“Y/N… what are you doing down here?” not answering his question, she looked into the eyes of the man who had left her behind, who had traded her suddenly for someone better even after all his promises. The man who had brought her in this situation in the first place and all of a sudden demanded her back.

“Why? Why did you leave me behind? Even though you promised me ...” her voice broke.

“I had no choice, Y/N! No choice at all!! When Charvi found out that I wanted to escape with you, she threatened to tell the Masters about it unless she would come with us. In the end … I couldn't get to you in time, but now I'm here! We could still go. It's not too late for it Y/N...”

Kylo, who stood in the shadows and listened to their conversation, felt a sharp pain in his chest. What should he do if she said yes? Should he just let her go? What would be the right thing to do? But in the end, it wasn't his choice to make. He couldn't keep her here against her will, even if he wanted nothing more than for her to stay by his side.

For a while, the silence in this room felt unbearable for him, until Y/N spoke up again.

“I can't …” unintentionally she let her hand run over a stomach, a small gesture that Anwir almost didn't notice until he realized.

“You're carrying his child? But that other women...” he whispered shocked. Slowly she looked up at him with a sad smile, the hand that was gently resting against her stomach dug into the fabric of her dress before she nodded slightly.

“And even if I wouldn't, I couldn't come with you. No matter which woman would be his wife or no matter how many, I would be always right beside him. For him I would always be glad to be his second choice.” quickly brushing away the tears that tried to roll down her cheeks, Y/N slowly began to shook her head.

“I'm sorry… The only thing I may be able to give you is your freedom, but I will be staying here by his side where I belong.” turning around, she made her way back, not noticing the dark figure in the shadows who wasn't able to move, too shocked by what he had just witnessed. Not only would she stay with him, but there was a child growing inside of her. His child.

Quickly following her back to their room while defusing the situation with the distressed Knights, making sure nobody interrupted her walk.

When she entered the room, Y/N almost run into the mountain of presents that were stacked in their living room.

Surprised she brushed her tears away until something small rubbed itself against her legs with an excited chirp. Taking a few steps back confused she looked down at the cat until she collided with someone behind her.

When she met Kylos eyes, Y/N immediately embraced him and he pulled her into his arms.

“You're back...” he could hear her muffled whimper against his shoulder and calmingly started to stroke over her trembling back.

After a while where they stood there in silence, Kylo slowly separated from her. “Is it true?” Slowly reaching out for her belly to feel the live energy from his child, his hand suddenly was slapped away.

Y/N had instinctively protected her unborn child while laying her arms around her stomach. Shocked how he could even know about this. She just knew herself since yesterday, so how could he possibly gather this information from? It didn't matter, what mattered now was to ensure her childs live, not knowing what Kylo might do to it now that he would have a wife.

“Please… Don't hurt it. Don't take it away from me.” she whimpered, not daring to look into his eyes.

Confused the Supreme Leader furrowed his brows before his outstretched hand slowly sunk.

“We can just say it was from someone else. Nobody needs to know just … don't take it away from me.”

The words reached his ear but somehow they made no sense to him.

“Y/N what are you even talking about...”

Surprised she looked up into his face before Y/N glared at him. Grabbing the next best thing she threw it in his direction.

“What I'm talking about?! Your goddamn future wife!!” grabbing her pad, Y/N searched quickly for the picture before throwing the device at him. With one movement of his hand, it stopped mid-air and he looked confused at the picture. Kylo knew Hux had told the King of Guaru nonsense about a marriage alliance, but he never would have thought it would spread through the galaxy. Looking down at his chest where Y/N had started to hammer against, while tears were streaming down her face.

“You could've just told me! Why did you leave me in the dark!”

Gently grabbing Y/N by her wrists, Kylo pulled her into his arms to calm her down.

“Shh… everything is okay...” he whispered in her ear.

“No … nothing is okay....” muffling her sobs against his chest, her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt.

When she heard a soft chuckle from him, her head immediately shot up to glare at him, while he gently leaned his forehead against hers.

“Did you really think I would even consider looking at another woman when you were waiting for me?” he spoke with a smile and her eyes slowly softened.

“There will be no marriage. It was just a miscommunication with the Planet. I promise you… everything is fine...” leaning closer, Y/N let Kylo pull her into a soft kiss, which made both their hearts flutter.

Gently brushing her tears away, Kylo waited until she had calmed down and they took a seat on the couch in their living room.

“So … since when do you know?” laying his hand on her stomach, Kylo could feel this tiny little life force inside of her.

“Since yesterday, just before Hux showed me that stupid… But when it was just a stupid misunderstanding, why are you embracing her?” he could hear from her voice that she was still angry and jealous, which was understandable.

“She was about to fall if I hadn't caught her, that clumsy oaf probably had split her head open. You can thank this little creature for that. She wanted to make her fall.” looking down at the striped cat that was standing on her hind legs to find a way on either of their laps.

“So there was really nothing?” Y/N asked while picking the feline up and petting it gently.

“I swear. I couldn't care less about her.” looking into her eyes, Kylo placed his hand against the side of her face.

With a small nod, she cuddled up against his chest.

“I missed you so much.” Y/N admitted.

“I missed you too, believe me. But now I'm back and I won't ever leave without you by my side.” brushing through her hair with his fingers, she finally started to smile.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?” he asked after a little while, now that he knew that she was pregnant it made him even more protective of her.

“I'm fine. I just need you right now...” feeling a little nudge against her hand, the small feline looked disappointed up at her.

“And you too.” Y/N corrected and just now really noticed all the small packages and bottles.

“What is all of that anyway?”

“Presents for you. Dresses, Books and other … stuff” looking around he didn't even know what half of it was himself. He just send someone away to get everything that would be suited for his lady.

Hearing her sudden laughter he looked surprised down at her.

“You can be so sweet, my King.” pulling him down into a loving and soft kiss he could only smile. Now having him finally back made her feel so much safer, even after the unnecessary little heartbreak.

“Do you know what it will be? Did the Doctor say anything? When will it arrive?” Kylo couldn‘t keep his hand away from her stomach, his head automatically sinking down onto her chest where she started to play with his hair.

„I‘m just 6 weeks along. Nothing much to tell for now, but it will take a while until we can finally meet it.“ she chuckled softly until the door to their room was pushed open. Lydie, Hith and Indo were standing in the doorway before they almost choked Y/N with their hugs.

„We were so worried!“ her handmaiden sighed relieved that nothing happened to her.

„I‘m sorry…“ hugging all three of them back, Kylo loudly cleared his throat. In their haste to embrace Y/N, all three of them had pushed Kylo and a hissing cat aside.

„I see I‘m already expendable.“ he grinned into their scared faces and they quickly hugged him too.

„That‘s not what I meant!“ he shouted and Y/N only laughed at them.

After this whole situation calmed down and the two women were playing with the wild cat, Kylo turned to his Knights.

„I want you two to bring me Hux. It seems like he needs a reminder where his place is.“ seeing the sinister grin on their leaders lips they only nodded and left the room to find the General.

Leaning back on the couch, Kylos eyes were now fixated on Y/N. He had made his decision, now he only needed to make his plan reality.

„Would you help her with her presents?“ looking at Lydie, she quickly nodded.

„Of course, Supreme Leader.“

While the mountain of presents decreased, Kylo got rid of his cape and slipped into something more comfortable, Y/N sneaking a few kisses in between as thanks for all these things he had brought along with him.

A knock on the door announced the arrival of the General. Kylo waited until Y/N sat down next to him, his arm wrapped around her while he let his fingertips run along her side before he called him in.

„I see you returned earlier than planned… Supreme Leader.“ the Ginger spoke, obviously displeased with this development.

„Yes, then I heard a few interesting things. Would you care to explain to me why the King thought I would be marrying his daughter?“

„That is what he thought? I only mentioned that your current status is unmarried.“ Hux explained himself.

„That you actually might consider it, that I really didn’t expect.“

„Oh because I didn‘t consider anything, General. Besides that a month in a nice cell would be a good opportunity for you to remember your place.“ Kylo spoke calmly but cold.

„You can‘t do this! I had nothing…“

„Nothing to do with this? Oh, General, I thought you would be more clever. I‘m actually quite disappointed in you.“ glancing at his Knights behind the General, the Supreme Leader only nodded.

„Bring him in his cell. Solitary.“

Escorting a cursing General out, Kylo only shook his head.

“Well, then I will bring you two some breakfast. It was a long night for everyone.” Lydie announced while taking care of the last dress.

“Thank you. Would you be so kind and help Y/N later with her luggage? I think a week or two away from the palace would be a good idea after all this.”

Surprised Y/N looked up at him, but he already had his head buried in the crook of her neck.

“Do you really think this is a good idea? Nobody would be in charge. The villagers need you.” letting Kylo slowly press her down into the couch, he soon laid his head onto her stomach.

“We can be away for a bit. You did a great job, so there is not much trouble at the moment. I read the reports on my way back.” he only mumbled, before closing his eyes.

“Alright, everything my sweet King wants...” pressing a kiss onto his scalp, she gently brushed through his hair.

“But… you still disobeyed my orders...” Kylo suddenly growled and she froze in her movement.

“Sneaking into the cells and leaving the palace in chaos. That means you need to be punished too...” pushing himself up, he let his lips lightly graze against hers before he sat up.

“No Kisses and Cuddles for you.”

Laying one leg over the other, Y/N only scoffed superior.

“That means no Baby Bonding for you Mister.”

“You wouldn't dare….” he hissed low, but she only grinned at him.

“Don't underestimate me, my King. The one on the throne right now is still me at least for the next three days. Your own fault for giving me too much power.” very slowly she brushed up his neck with her finger to push his chin up a little.

“I see, I taught you well.” Kylo suddenly grinned and leaned over to her, silencing her sweet chuckle with his lips, this time not letting go of her until Lydie came back with their breakfast.

“For what occasions should I pack your things, my Lord?” the handmaiden asked after placing the tablets with food down on the table in front of them.

“For the Island Estate. I rather not want to fly with you, especially with our baby inside of you.” he explained his choice to Y/N, who nodded with a smile.

Both of them flinched when cutlery suddenly landed on the ground with a loud clank.

“You… You are pregnant?” Lydie and two other voices suddenly asked. Hith and Indo were back from imprisoning the General.

“I haven’t told them yet… I wanted you to be the first to know.” Y/N explained to Kylo while she chuckled lightly before the three hugged her a second time on this day.

“You understand that we can’t leave you alone on your little vacation. Then now we need to protect the little prince-”

“-or princess.” Lydie ended Hiths sentence and nodded with determination.

“Besides I need to take special care of Y/N now.”

“Fine, as long as you little pests stay on the other side of the estate.” the Supreme Leader rolled his eyes with a light smirk, too happy to be really grumpy at them.

In just a few hours they were already on their way to the island estate.

While Y/N was standing on the front of the ship, gushing over the waves, Kylo sat in the shadows just watching her.

After this little vacation, he would go through with his plan and he hoped everything would play out like he hoped.

“Kylo! You need to see this!” she suddenly called over, the skirt of her dress flying in the wind while she tried to hold on to her summer hat.

Standing up from his chair he rolled his eyes at the two knights and Y/Ns handmaiden who was just grinning at him. He was still a bit disappointed that he couldn't be completely alone with Y/N, but he knew it was better like this.

Lydie would take the best care of Y/N especially now that she was carrying a baby in her belly.

Laying his arm around her waist, Kylo pulled her closer while she was just smiling up at him, so much excitement glimmering in her beautiful eyes since it was the first time she left the palace and the city.

“Are you alright?” he whispered while placing a gentle kiss against her temple.

“Yeah … I… We’re completely fine.” watching how her cheeks blushed a little while she was gently stroking her stomach, Kylo could feel his heart flutter in his chest which only strengthened his decision. She was the woman he wanted to marry, the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

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[badwolf-in-the-impala]

~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 7~

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Image Credit: Me. Pictures not mine obviously, but the collage is.

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

Chapter Warnings: PTSD, anxiety attack, suggestion of past abuse, some sexy/suggested sexy time.

A/N: A HUGE shout out to @jacksonroth for being my saving grace and giving me hand with this chapter! I love you to pieces!

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Teagan drew in a deep breath as she tried to steady her nerves; hands trembling as she lifted the cigarette to her lips and inhaled deeply. The smoke billowing up into the evening air as she exhaled it past her pursed lips. She had gone out back on break to grab a few more cases to restock the bar when the feeling hit her...that familiar flutter of anxiousness starting in her belly and spreading through her, followed by the tightness in her chest that spread up her throat; leaving her gasping for air as the panic attack slammed into her like a tidal wave.

She had been trying to bury her anxieties ever since the recent incident with Darby’s crew. Putting on the facade that everything was alright when in reality, it was far from it; and while her injuries were nearly healed, her mind was crumbling under the immense amount of stress. These moments consuming her more frequently now, especially with the return of her night terrors. Her past replaying like a broken record in her mind every time she closed her eyes.  

She could barely sleep, even when she was too far gone with drink to form so much as a coherent thought. The whiskey doing little to stave off the demons that slipped in through the cracks of her broken mind; wrapped tightly in their grasp as they tried to drag her below the surface...leaving her to battle alone against the tides of despair.

Fighting for air.

She had been in the midst of sobbing into her hands when he found her; curled on the storage room floor as she trembled with anxiety. Chibs knelt down beside her, reaching out a careful hand to brush back the dark locks that fell across her hidden face, withdrawing it when she shied away and sat up abruptly; green eyes wide with fear and confusion as she pressed her back into the shelf behind her.

The sight of her as she stared up at him, made his heart feel like it was being torn in two. Her lower lip quivered lightly; tears and mascara staining her cheeks as she wiped at them with the back of her sleeve. Turning her gaze away from him as she tried to get a hold on her emotions. Chibs frowned, reaching out to gently grasp her chin and turn her back to him.

“What’s botherin’ ye, Love?”

“Nothing.” She snapped, pulling herself from his grasp as she stood to push past him. Stopping when his large hand closed around hers gently. “Please don’t…” Her voice wavered as she closed her eyes to stave off the tears that still threatened to fall. She hated to show emotions like this...it made her feel vulnerable.

So it came as a surprise to her when he remained quiet and pulled her from the store room. Sitting her down at one of the benches he handed her the pack of smokes from his pocket before gathering up the cases she had pulled out before taking them inside. He returned quickly, still remaining silent as he waited patiently for her to finish her cigarette. Holding his hand out for her to take once she had snubbed out the last of it against the sole of her boot.

Teagan was reluctant but took the hand that he offered anyway, allowing him to lead her back into the Clubhouse and down to his room. She pulled away to sit on the edge of his bed...the silence between them thick as she stared blankly at the floor, ignoring his presence as he came to stand directly in front of her. Only looking up when his hands cupped her face gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“Ye don’ have to tell me Lass…” He shook his head, his warm gaze filled a mix of understanding and concern as he studied her expression carefully; right thumb stroking her cheek gently. “But I need to know yer alrigh’...ye haven’ been yer’self and it’s scarin’ the shite outta me.”

Her lip started to quiver as tears welled in her eyes again, several escaping as her shoulders shook with silent sobs. Chibs sat beside her on the bed, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he pulled her against his chest; Teagan burying her face against his Kutte as he stroked the back of her hair as she clung to him; allowing herself a brief moment of weakness before she pulled away.

“I’ve spent years, burying my past in the bottom of a goddamn bottle...trying to forget.” She huffed out a laugh, swiping her sleeve over her face as she shook her head; the sound void of any real humor. “And now--?” She gestured to the last of the healing bruises on her face.

“I can’t fucking close my eyes without feeling like I’m gonna drown…” Her voice trailed off as she turned away, fidgeting nervously with the rings that decorated her fingers as she chewed the inside of her cheek. She had never really talked about her past too anyone. Not even Tig. So admitting that it was still something she battled with? Felt almost -- foreign...

“We all have a past, Love.” Chibs stated gently as he lifted her right hand to trace over the scar on his left cheek. Teagan’s gaze lifting to watch as he did so; her left hand absentmindedly lifting to press against her ribcage; against her own scars, as he continued. “Some of us have permanent reminders tha’ we carry with us, forever...but tha’ doesn’ mean we have to bear our burdens alone…”

A tear rolled down her cheek, followed by another, as she leaned forward, placing a kiss to the scar on his cheek before resting her forehead against his for a moment. A small sigh leaving her lips as his arm slipped around her waist, pulling her to lean against him; resting his chin atop her head as she leaned it against his shoulder.

“Thank you…” She whispered softly before things fell silent between them for a few minutes as Teagan closed her eyes. Enjoying the warmth of the Chibs’ embrace as he stroked her dark hair gently.

“Ye should take the res’ of the nigh’ off.” He suggested.

“I can manage…” Teagan sat back up, trying to wave off the suggestion.

“Och…” He scoffed in return as she shifted to stand up. Teagan frowning as she stared up at him. “Ye’ll do no such thing...besides, that Prospects gettin’ to soft any way.” Teagan rolled her eyes in annoyance, but cracked half a smile at the last comment.

“I’ll let let the guys know ye need some time.” He added as he started towards the door, pausing with his hand on the door handle as he saw her expression fall a little. Raising an eyebrow in question.

“Will you come back?” She asked quietly, avoiding his gaze as she feigned interest in the fraying cuff of the old black hoodie she wore. Chibs crossed the room again to stand in front of her, tilting her chin up as he placed his lips to hers gently.

“Of course Lass.”

~

Teagan sighed as she looked in the mirror of Chibs’ bathroom, frowning at her mascara stained face as she turned on the faucet. Splashing her face with warm water in an attempt to fix remove the mess from her face; her frown deepening when it only accentuated the dark circles beneath her tired green eyes.

Sneering at her reflection she turned, shutting off the light before returning to sit on his bed. Tugging her hair up into a messy ponytail before stripping off her boots and hoodie in an attempt to get comfortable as she laid back on his bed. Burying her face against the pillows as she inhaled deeply; the familiar scent of him relaxing her as she waited for him to return. Nearly a half hour passing before she finally heard the knob of the door turn.

A deep chuckle filling the room as turned on the lamp beside the bed, taking in the sight of her sprawled across his bed; face buried in the pillows.

“Comfy?” He inquired sarcastically as he slipped off his Kutte and draped it over the back of his chair. Grinning at the muffled ‘Hmm’ that emanated from his pillows as he propped himself against the headboard on the opposite side. Lifting the pillow her head was under, grinning when she groaned in disapproval at the sudden invasion of light.

“No offence love, but ye look like shite.” He chuckled softly, holding a mug out to her in his freehand.

“I’m a functioning alcoholic, running off nicotine and no sleep...cut me some slack.” She grumbled crankily as she sat up. Pushing back the stray pieces of hair that escaped her ponytail and fell into her eyes as she inspected the contents of the mug.

“Tea...really?”

“Jus’ try it.” He replied, taking a pull from his own mug before returning it to the coaster on his nightstand. A satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he watched her brows shoot up in surprise as she took a sip.

“The whiskey’s a nice touch.” She replied, sputtering a little as the unexpected burn of the liquor caught her off guard. But she didn’t protest any further as she sat with her legs crossed underneath her, sipping at the contents of her mug a little more before moving to place it beside his; straddling his lap in the process as she leaned over.

His right hand moved up to settle on her hip instinctively as she leaned forward, hands coming up to caress the sides of his face as she placed her lips against his gently. His free hand sliding up into her hair that had fallen loose, leaning forward as he reciprocated. His lips moving against hers slowly as he deepened the kiss; his tongue slipping past her lips as they parted to dance with her own as she granted him access.

That familiar spark ignited between them, just as it had before; only this time around it was filled with passion and -- 

Teagan pulled away suddenly and stared at Chibs for a moment, blinking a few times. Chibs' eyebrows furrowed as he watched her, suddenly worried he’d done something wrong. "Are ye okay lass?" He asked, relieved when Teagan smiled and gave a small nod.

"Yeah.” She replied. “I’m fine.” Chibs chuckled softly, his thumb massaging lazy circles against her hip bone as he stared back at her.

“Then wha’s wrong?”

"Nothing.” She shook her head, the action causing a few more strands of dark hair to fall loose; framing her face. “Everything...everything just feels, right." She said, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper; a grin tugging at her lips as she slowly leaned back down, sealing her lips over his again as they dove back into the kiss.

Chibs shifted beneath her to sit up more, pulling her closer as his hands slipped beneath her shirt and trailing it up her body slowly before tugging it over her head and discarding it onto the floor. The sensation of his calloused fingers trailing back down her sides sent a shiver down her spine as she gave a breathy moan into the kiss. Her hands sliding up the back of his neck into his hair, tugging gently as he pulled away to trail his lips along the curve of her neck down to her collarbone. Biting down gently as he sucked the sensitive bit of flesh between his teeth; marking it.

A low growl rumbled through his own chest as Teagan gave another moan, fingers tugging at his scalp again a little harder as she pulled his lips back to hers. Chibs grasped her waist firmly and flipped her; a small squeak escaping past her lips as he pinned her down to the bed, his knee nudging her thighs apart so he could lie between them as his lips slipped back down to nip and kiss across her chest.

Teagan’s hands dropped from his hair to grab at his own shirt as she yanked it over his head. Chibs chuckling lightly as her hands dropped to fumble with the buckle of his belt; pausing to help her with it before discarding his jeans -- leaving him only in the pair of black boxer briefs he wore -- and returning his lips to her skin; venturing down her stomach slowly until he reached the waistband of her jeans, fingers popping the button loose with ease before he tugged the fabric down her legs.

His lips returned to hers as he settled himself between her thighs, groaning against her lips as he pressed himself against her-- her hips rolling to grind against him slowly as she shifted to wrap her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as her hands tangled in his hair again; kissing him hungrily as his tongue explored her mouth.

His fingers trailed up her to hook into the waistband of her lace panties as he readied to tug them down, pausing when Teagan broke away from the kiss as she grabbed his hands; stopping him.

“Ye alright, lass?” He asked curiously, brows furrowed slightly as he studied her expression carefully. Teagan gave a nod, face buried in her hands as she tried to catch her breath. Her mind still a whirl from the heated make out session that she had just so abruptly ended...chastising herself mentally for her sudden shift in morals.

“I’m sorry, lass…I dinna mean to pressure ye.” Chibs apologized with a sheepish grin as he sat up, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly as he stared at her; waiting for some kind of reaction or response to reassure him he hadn’t just fucked up. A serious look of confusing taking hold of his features as she started to laugh into her hands.

Chibs cleared his throat lightly and shifted off the bed to retrieve his pants. Pausing when Teagan reached out a hand to grasp his arm gently; green eyes apologetic as she stared up at him.

“It’s not that, I promise...I really want to.” She finally managed to get out as the random fit of giggles finally tapered off, her face scrunching up a little in confusion as if shocked, even by her own conclusion. “It’s just-- for once, pity sex feels...wrong.”

Chibs’ expression softened into that signature dimpled grin of his that made her heart skip beats, as he watched the blush creep up her chest; tinting her cheeks and ears pink as he let out a soft chuckle of his own.

“There’s nothin’ to be embarrassed abou’ love.” He replied. “I understand...an’ despite wha’ everyone else thinks; I’m not jus’ tryin’ to get in yer pants. I respect ye a lot more than tha’.”

A coy grin creeping onto her own lips as she tugged him back down onto the bed as she placed a gentle kiss to his lips before she pulled away, taking the old SAMCRO shirt from his hands as she tugged it over her own head. Moving to undo her bra and strip it off through one of the sleeves; tossing it at him.

“That doesn’t mean pity cuddles are off the table though.” She glared playfully as a small growl rumbled within his chest.

“They are if ye keep doin’ things like tha.” He joked lowly as they shifted to crawl beneath the covered; pressing a kiss to her neck as she settled into his side, resting her head on his chest with a contented sigh as she closed her eyes.

~

It was still early the following morning when they were both startled awake by the sound of someone banging repeatedly on the door to Chibs’ room. Giving them both just enough time to sit up before Tig came barging in on a mission.

“Chibs! Wake the hell up man, we gotta-- ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!” Tig exclaimed with a look of absolute horror; one hand flying up in an attempt to shield his eyes. Teagan scrambling to yank the covers up over herself -- forgetting she still wore Chibs shirt -- still half asleep.

"Christ, Tiggy, I promise ye it's nothin' like tha’. We jus'--" Chibs spoke up in their defense as Tig shook his head furiously; turning to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger with an exasperated sigh.  

"Nah! Nuh-uh...I don't wanna hear what you been doin' with my Goddamn sister, alright man? Just-- Just put your fuckin' clothes on! Clay’s sendin’ us on a run..." With a final aggravated sigh, Tig turned on his heel and slammed the door behind him so hard that it shook several pictures that hung on the wall.

“Well, that was awkward…” Teagan grumbled as she flopped back into the pillows. Her voice still thick with sleep as she rubbed a hand over her face; Chibs giving a small laugh as he gazed down at her.

“Aye...I’ll talk to him.” He replied as he placed a kiss against her temple. Teagan giving a whine of disapproval as he climbed out of bed to grab clothes from the dresser, her hand trailing after him; falling against the mattress with a thud as she pouted up at him with a grumpy expression.

“Sorry lass...orders are orders.” He chuckled softly as he leaned back over the bed, capturing her lips in a quick kiss before disappearing into the bathroom. The sound of the shower starting up filling the silence his absence left behind only a few minutes later.

Teagan sighed as she sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed and shuffled her way into the bathroom. Chibs throwing a confused glance in her direction as she casually stripped off the panties she still wore before tossing them at him as he raised a brow in question, moving to stand in front of her; skimming a hand up her right thigh, bunching the fabric of her shirt up, before settling it on her hip.

“Tig’s already pissed...another half hour won’t kill him.” She shrugged as she looked up at him with a roguish smile. Cocking her head to the side as she guided his left hand up the opposite side as she helped him push the shirt up; discarding it as she walked backwards into the shower.

“Besides...sex might not be on the table yet, but that doesn’t mean the morning can’t still be enjoyed.”

~

“Jesus Christ, it fuckin’ took you long enough.” Tig exclaimed with an irritated expression when Chibs finally appeared beside the bar; Teagan in tow. Ignoring the judgemental glare she was receiving from her brother as she slipped behind the bar. Attempting to conceal the smug smirk that was threatening go full blown.

She knew he was still beyond pissed at the situation; but she knew that look in his eyes. That defeated look of, ‘I fucking hate you, but you’re still my sister…’

The look she received from Gemma however, was far more scrutinizing as she watched the tension between the three unfold from across the room. Teagan ducking her head as she pretended to busy herself with putting away glasses.

“You’re gonna give that brother of yours a goddamn coronary.” Teagan’s lips twitched at the comment, but she managed to keep a somewhat straight face as Gemma approached the bar; the guys disappearing into the Chapel to finish discussing their business now that everyone was present.

“Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done something that Tig doesn’t approve of.” Teagan shrugged with half a smile as she turned to face Gemma, who now had an eyebrow raised in question as she stared back with that knowing look of hers.

“You really like him...huh?”

“I guess you could say that…” Teagan replied hesitantly as her gaze dropped to the bar-top. Her brows furrowed together in thought as Gemma fixed her with a curious look.

“Why Chibs though, Sweetie?” She questioned, genuinely curious. “Ain’t you worried about this ended the way it did last time? With Kozik...C.J.?” Teagan’s gaze snapped up at the last name mentioned; her gaze narrowing a little at Gemma.

“C.J. wasn’t a fling, Gem.” She replied in an irritated tone. “So don’t you dare throw him in the same category as Kozik.” Teagan ran a frustrated hand through her dark hair as she turned her gaze to the door of the Chapel as it opened; the guys filtering out a few seconds later. A smile quirked at the corners of her lips as Chibs shot her a grin on their way past the bar.

The subtle exchange between the two telling Gemma everything she needed to know.

“I know baby.” Gemma replied with small smirk as she pulled Teagan’s attention back to her, reaching across the bar to pat her cheek gently before nodding her head in the direction of the door. “Now...go say goodbye to your man.”

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[buckybbfics]

For Science

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Inspiration: (Fuck A) Silver Lining by Panic! At The Disco

Warnings: Smuuuuuut.

A/N: Back on that smutty train. Enjoy!

The lingering gazes between the two of them were becoming just a little bit too much for Y/N to handle. Everything had started out innocent- Bucky stealing glances from across the table where all of the Avengers were sat for dinner, Y/N watching him laugh at something during movie night.

Then it turned into longing glances- he watched her lips close around the glass as she took a sip of wine, she purposely walked behind him on their way to the conference room for their post-mission briefing just to remind herself just how beautiful his back muscles were.  

And now they were practically eye-fucking each other from across the room at Tony’s “small” get-together, waiting for the other to make a move.

Tearing her eyes away from his, Y/N’s lips sunk into a frown and quickly found the straw of her drink. She could be ballsy, but this was something that she wouldn’t budge on, fully knowing just how bad of an idea sleeping with Bucky was.

But, Jesus, those jeans he wore hugged his ass in all the right places and that shirt, if you could even call it that, was stretched over his bulging pectorals.

“Y/N,” his deep, gritty voice interrupted her thoughts. In an attempt to act cool, she looked over her shoulder at him.

“Yes?” she breathed, smirking inwardly as his eyes darkened.

“What’re you doing right now?”

“That’s kind of a dumb question. I’m mingling…” she motioned to the empty space around her. Natasha and Maria had abandoned her about twenty minutes earlier, grumbling something about her being completely distracted. Bucky rolled his eyes, running a hand through his long chestnut locks.

“So sassy. Wanna get some fresh air?” he asked quietly, only for her to hear. With a slight nod, she followed him out of the room, ignoring Steve and Sam’s knowing looks. They snuck through the dark corridors and out to one of the only existing balconies, just down the hall from their rooms.

Cool air tousled their hair and she wound her arms around herself and her teeth began to chatter. Bucky immediately wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his warm chest. “Wh-why’s it so cold?!”

“It’s March in Upstate New York, Y/N. What did you expect?” he teased, resting his chin on top of her head. “I know you just rolled your eyes at me.”

“You rolled your eyes at me earlier so I think it’s only fair.” She buried her freezing nose in his neck, laughing as he shivered. Slyly, his lips found their way to her temple to press a gentle kiss there. Y/N held her breath and allowed her eyes to flutter closed, skin burning in the wake of his lips. When she exhaled, Bucky tightened his arms around her.

“’s on your mind?” he asked quietly, fingers splayed across her lower back.

“You,” she said before she could stop herself. Both sets of eyes widened at her admission.

“In… in what way?” his voice was deep and dark, sending chills racing up her spine.

“You know what way, Buck.”

Before she could continue, his metal fingers caught her chin and tilted her face toward his. Her chest heaved and her hands settled on his chest. Blue eyes danced frantically over her face.

“Do you want this?” She almost didn’t catch it, fingers digging into his pecs.

“Yes,” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, devouring her whimper of desperation. Arms wound around each other; he backed her up to press her into the railing, groaning as she pliantly hooked her leg over his hip.

“Back to my room? Little bit of privacy?” Her nod was instant and he pulled her back the way they came, lacing their fingers together.

The second he got her through the door he pushed her onto his bed. (Y/N) brought herself up on her forearms, smirking at him as he yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side.

So many times they had been in the same vicinity when he had his shirt off, whether it was post-mission or right when he woke up and stumbled into the kitchen to get his morning coffee. But never had she been able to lock eyes with him and drag her tongue over the corner of her mouth to tell him just how much she approved of that specific look.

“Your turn, Agent.” He grinned, falling onto the bed beside her and motioning to expanse of the area at the foot of his bed.

“Might need some help, Sergeant.” With a small smirk, she slid from the bed and kept her back to him. Bucky licked his lips and sprung to his feet again, nimble fingers unbuttoning the top of her lace dress. A few deep breaths passed between him as he dragged the zipper to her lower back, gently pushing the material from her shoulders. He sighed happily when she pushed it to the floor, glancing over her shoulder at his frozen form.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He murmured, landing his bearded lips against the soft slope of her shoulder.

On a dime, she spun and pushed him back onto the bed. He bounced briefly and grinned up at her, giggling uncharacteristically. “Thought you were going soft on me for a sec, Barnes.”

“Only for you, doll.” He murmured, holding his breath as she popped the button on his pants. Her lips pressed to his, tongue sliding into his mouth and finding him like she had done it a million times before. Desperately, she kicked off her heels and clambered into his lap, needing to feel him beneath her.

They pulled away just a bit and his eyes fluttered open, taking in her swollen lips and rouged cheeks. Her fingers unthreaded from his hair and her hands slid to his shoulders. Bucky grinned up at her, hand coming down on her ass with a sharp “smack!” Fingernails digging into his back with a moan, she ground down into his lap.

“When ya gonna say my name?” The growl escaped his lips while he held her hips in place and he bucked his hard cock up into her.

“When you earn it.” Y/N whispered, her thumb wiping her red lipstick from his bottom lip. Suddenly, she was on her back and her lips were being devoured once again. The metal of his arm whirred as he effortlessly yanked at her bra, destroying the clasp and flinging it across the room.

He dragged his mouth from hers, landing his teeth at her pulse point and applying the simplest of pressures. “God,” she breathed, constricting her legs around his strong thighs.

“Not my name.” he teased. With determination, he headed further down her body, flicking his tongue over her nipple, dropping a hickey on her hipbone, nuzzling his nose into her soft belly. It was driving her insane, but not quite enough.

Until his tongue found her clit through the soft lace of her panties.

“Shit!” Her back jerked off the bed and she twisted her fingers into his long locks. The desperation to taste her became overwhelming and he pulled the last of her clothing down her legs, tossing it in the pile they’d created.

“Mmm,” Bucky was devouring her, licking a stripe through her folds and dancing his tongue around her sensitive bud. His metal arm locked over her hips, keeping her in place as he led his assault on her body. Her cries filled the still air of the room as he sucked, pulling her closer to her high.

“God-fuckin’-damint!” she moaned, her painted fingernails digging into the soft flesh of his back. “I’m gonna come, B-“ and her orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

“You almost said it.” He teased, crawling back up her body. A breathless laugh was shared between them as she leaned up to press a kiss to the tip of his nose, making him scrunch up.

“Let me take care of you,” Y/N leaned to drop a kiss on his collarbone, her fingers popping the button on his jeans. His metal hand caught her, intertwining their fingers and brushing his lips over them.  

“Later. Wanna be inside you.” His growl reverberated through her and she gasped. As quick as she could, she pushed his jeans down his hips, eyeing the bulge in his boxer briefs. “Gonna make you scream my name.” Her palm closed over his cock, stroking him slowly.

“We’ll see,” Her challenge egged him on and he took back to the task at hand, pushing his underwear down his legs and kicking them away almost violently.

“Y/N,” he breathed, pumping himself a few times while he gazed down at her. She squirmed beneath him impatiently… until he steadied himself and pushed into her slowly. “Jeeeesus,” he groaned, bottoming out inside of her. “You’re so tight, baby.” A whimper filled the still air between them as he stretched her, slowly gliding out and back into her shallowly.

“Fuck. Me.” She pleaded through gritted teeth.

“Let me just…” Bucky trailed off, his metal hand pulling at her thigh to hitch her leg over his hip. “God, you feel so amazing.” The veins of his thick cock pulsed against her walls deliciously, making her arch into him.

“Please,” she moaned and he complied, giving her a sharp snap of his hips. Again and again and again, he was relentless, alternating between fucking her roughly down into the mattress and grinding his pelvic bone into her clit.

“Bucky,” her breath tickled his ear as he wound his arms around her, almost completely settling on top of her. Y/N gripped his shoulders- one metal, one skin, burying her face into his neck. If it was even possible, the sound of their bodies together spurred him even more and he sunk his teeth into her pulse point.

“Again,” His whisper was shaky and she turned her face towards his, pressing their foreheads together.

“Please, Buck.” She cried out. He worked faster, pounding into her with everything he had. A sob ripped past her lips from her pleasure and pain.

“Give it to me.” Their lips were brushing against one another, begging each other for their climax. He unwound from her just slightly, pressing a metal digit to her sensitive bud.

“James!” There was the scream he wanted. Smirking triumphantly, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and gained a new angle to that spot she wanted so desperately for him to hit. The coil wound and wound until it was too much and she snapped, body writhing up into his.

Her body settled back into the bed and she brought both hands up to cup his cheeks as he continued to thrust sloppily, about to find himself. “Come for me,” His lips trembled into a silent prayer, hands anchored on either side of her head. “Don’t stop, baby. Let yourself go.” With a final stroke, his head snapped back and he spilled inside her.

Bucky rested the rest of his weight on top of her, pressing an exhausted kiss against her cheek. They breathed in time for a moment, her hands wandering up and down his spine. “You okay?” he murmured.

“Better than okay.” Her lips upturned blissfully and eyes fluttered open to meet his. “You?”

“Wayyy better than okay.” He dragged out, pulling away just slightly so he could pull out. Y/N winced at the loss, flinging a leg over him as he rolled onto his back. His arm wrapped around her shoulders and his hand pressed her head against his chest.

“Should we go back to the party?” she asked quietly, pulling the soft royal blue blanket from the foot of his bed over their clammy bodies.

“I think…” he trailed off, fingers twirling through her hair, “we should stay here, take a nap, and try again… you know, for science.”  

“Peter needs to stop teaching you pop culture references and memes.” Y/N sighed, burying her face into his strong chest. Laughing happily for the first time in a long time, he pressed a kiss to her forehead.