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[taegyunie]

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[storiesfromafan]

Insecurities - Benny x Plus!Size Reader

A/N: I feel it was time I gave writing for a plus size reader a go. And Benny gives me the feeling he'd love a plus size girl 😅

Can say this was a small challenge. As when I write for a reader i usually lean for them to be smaller/thin. And i can honestly say I am a fat girly, who wishes I was how I described the plus size reader in this haha.

Hopefully this isn't too bad. I'm already working on a follow up, which will be steamy/smuty 😂😅

Also forgive if this feels like my other one-shots were the reader meets Benny 😅

Warning/s: reader is plus size, reader is down on themselves, low self-esteem(?), spelling/grammer mistakes

You’d always been treated differently due to your thicker build. As a teenager your frame was always different to the girls around you that were petite and slender, while you were curvier and stockier. Coming into womanhood you found you were thick, and not fat. With dresses you could blend in better, but jeans and slacks always showcased your wide hips, thick thighs but accentuated your smaller waist.

During your school days the boys, which is what they were, didn’t bat an eyelash at you. Opting for the smaller girls. With age, you found a fair number of men interested in you. But it never panned out. Either it was your own insecurities that held you back, or their insecurities arose, usually from their male friends making fun of you, or the guy for dating you.

Having moved to Chicago, you were lucky to find a place to live, becoming roommates with an interesting woman named Kathy. At first, you were unsure of her. As she seemed like a lot, but after weeding through her way of talking and her no beating around the bush approach, she grew on you. A week after moving in was when Vandals, men from a motorcycle club and their old ladies, started to hang out at her house.

Work had been stressful and disheartening, from the helping treat the sick and injured, to the few losses of life in the hospital. And knowing this, Kathy was persistent on taking you out tonight to Grand and Division. Not your typical haunt, but it was nice of her to include you. So with a little twist of your arm, you agreed to go with her. You looked forward to a few beers and being a wallflower, because rarely any man wanted you.

Arriving at the bar, you were greeted to the smell and sight of smoke floating around the bar. The space filled with bodies, but mostly men. Who seemed to notice Kathy and you, as you crossed the room to the tables at the back, you were surprised to have your behind slapped and grabbed. Of course Kathy said that was normal for these animals. She said to just ignore it as best you could. That was the worst they’d do, otherwise Johnny would have words with them. You figured this Johnny had to be high up or the head of the club.

Soon you both were joined by other Vandal women, which even brought you both beers. They were Betty, Gale and Debbie. They were warm in welcoming you, and had a blunt kindness to them. Just like how it had been with Kathy, you found them refreshing. A comfortable conversation surrounded the five of you. Each woman telling you an outrageous, yet true story. You were laughing and having a fun in no time with them.

You sat back, taking a moment to look around the bar as you took a sip from the bottle. The pool table caught your attention, and the group of men huddled around it in conversation and a game. You saw Benny for the first time standing with Cal, deep in conversation and taking a drag of his cigarette. His messy blonde locks catching every so often in the low light. He was pretty but rugged, like James Dean but with more facial hair. His muscular arms on display as the sleeves of his t-shirt were rolled up. He oozed sex appeal without trying.

It was stupid to stare at Mr Good-looking, but how couldn’t you? That was when you noticed the other women near him, doing exactly what you were doing, ogling at him. You didn’t stand a chance against most of them. They were thin and pretty. You couldn’t compete against them.

“Um, bathroom?” You asked, feeling the need to escape. Even for a few minutes.

Kathy gave you a look, which you just smiled at her, before she pointed towards the back. “Just past the bar, down the hall".

Nodding your head you got up and made your way to the women’s restroom. Once away from the people and majority of the noise, you took a few deep breathes. Settling your fast beating heart. Sometimes taking a moment is all you need to quiet your head. Looking over yourself, taking in the casual beehive do Kathy did for you. Paired with your light make up, you fixed your lipstick before straightening out the sleeveless button up shirt you were wearing. Along with dark jeans and flats, Kathy’s suggestion so that you’d fit in better. Though you wished you’d wore a dress, which would hide your body better.

But when Kathy said you looked perfect, you believed her. That woman always said the honest truth, even if it hurt. Exiting the restroom you straightened up before heading back to your table. You put on a smile as you took your seat. Questioning what you’d missed. Like those insecurities of yours never arose.

What you had missed was the moment Benny had seen you, walking back to your table. He was lining up his shot when you came into view. At first, he had seen your (colour) hair and beautiful face, before he noticed your body. Your curves were all he could look at. Your waist smaller which lead to your shapely hips and thick thighs. You had a womanly body that most men craved. And Benny was no different. When you smiled, he almost accidentally took his shot, but was able to stop himself. Fixing himself, Benny took the shot, sinking a ball and then moved to his next shot. All the while taking glances at you, the one he now had his sights on.

Benny had to play the game out. But he made sure to keep an eye on you. He watched how you drank your beer, how you laughed and smiled. You looked so sweet. But he chalked that up to this being your first time at Grand and Division. Kathy had told him about her roommate, that you were a nurse. How considerate and kind you were to her. As well as the ideal roommate. But not once did Kathy mention your heavenly body. The moment the game was over, Benny was off to introduce himself to you.

Kathy and Betty saw him before any of the other women. When he dropped into a backwards seat next to you, his arms crossing over the back of the seat, his stormy blue eyes were on you, and only you. And you were surprised to see Benny beside you. The way he smiled at you could have had you a gooey mess on the floor. But you kept it together, as best you could.

“Hey" came his gruff, deep voice. “I'm Benny".

You blinked a few times, trying to wrap your head around this gorgeous man sitting next to you and staring at you. “H-hi...”

The women around you all shared an amused look. Accompanied by a small laugh. “This is (Y/N), my roommate" Kathy informed for you.

Your face flushed as you turned to look at Kathy, who wore a smirk on her lips. She found your lack of words funny. As you generally never have an issue talking. But I guess put a good-looking man in front of you, and you are like the rest of the women who get tongue tied. Benny then noticed the other women, giving them a greeting. Yet his eyes landed back on you. He knew that the women around you knew why he was here. When he saw something, he liked, Benny would always come around.

Yet, you seemed nervous. And opting to look at the other women or your beer. Benny chalked it up to being shy. But really it was your self-doubt. Such as, why would Benny be interested in you? No man openly wants someone like you. Despite your attempts to not look at him, you kept taking little glances. Which Benny noticed, and would smile at. He even began to strike up a conversation with you, with the help of Kathy.

She had seen it coming. Kathy had seen the way Benny looked at you when he approached the table. And she was all for this pairing, so long as he didn’t hurt you. Kathy didn’t want to lose the best roommate she’s had, nor a dear friend who was like a sister. Plus she knew you needed someone. Benny could be that someone. He might look rough, but he had a good heart and cared about those close to him. You would be in safe hands.

“Wait" you piped up during Kathy telling you about Benny's recent run in with the law. “You’re the Benjamin Cross that caused the police chase through town!?” You were so surprised.

Benny smirked, “yeah".

You sat back in your chair, eyes locked with his. “Do you know how crazy that was? It was all the nurses were talking about for days!”

He chuckled. “Yeah”.

“Don’t be fooled by his bad boy nature" commented Kathy with a laugh. “Benny’s one of the good ones. He just can’t think right sometimes".

The other women laughed, but agreed he was a decent guy. Soon both Betty and Gale excused themselves, their partners were beckoning them over. And then Debbie left to see a few other girls nearby. Leaving just the three of you. With less people you felt more self-conscious. But you pushed through it. When you and Kathy had finished your beers, Benny offered to get the next round. Reluctantly leaving you to do so. As soon as he was gone you turned to Kathy with a worried face.

“What is he doing?” You quietly asked her.

She smiled. “What do ya think? He’s flirtin’ with you!”

You shook your head. “No, that can’t be. Men as good-looking as Benny, don’t go for women like me!”

Your roommate blinked, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. “Like you? (Y/N), you are gorgeous. Any man would be a lucky bustard to get you! And Benny, he knows what he likes. He will always go for it".

You didn’t believe her. How could you? Your track record said otherwise. You sighed. “Kathy, men might want me...but they don’t always want to be seen with me”.

Reaching over, Kathy squeezed your hand. “Trust me. Benny ain’t like the idiots you’ve dated. In fact, the Vandal men aren’t like those idiots. A man will always want to be seen with his woman, trust me".

With one final squeeze, Kathy withdrew her hand. While you were left with some hope, choosing to believe her. Even just a little bit. To be fair, when you entered the bar, you were groped and slapped on the behind, as well as the many looks you got. Maybe there was some truth to her words. These men were rough but they were just that; men. Sure many looked like they needed a good scrub, or had belly’s, they were a stark contrast to the squares and pretty boys you’ve dated.

Benny returned with beers, which he handed to both you and Kathy. You both thanked him, which he waved off. He sat next to you still, those blues of his still on you, while a thousand-watt smile crossed his full lips. The three of you continued to talk, many stories being told by Kathy of Benny and the Vandals. You were amused and laughed at some of the funnier and outrageous things that had happened. Benny defending parts of her stories. You could see their friendship in this moment, and it was nice. Being included felt good.

The night wore on, and the spark between you and Benny seemed to grow. He was so fixed on you, that you couldn’t believe how he ignored the other women around you both. Kathy’s words stuck with you, and you started to really believe in them. Benny moved his arm to rest on the back of your chair as he looked back to both Johnny and Brucie. It looked like they were silently communicating to each other, before he turned back to you with a smile.

“Looks like it’s time" he said with a bright smile.

“Time for what?” You questioned in confusion.

Benny didn’t say a word, just got up and went over to the two men. Leaving you even more confused, you looked to Kathy. She shrugged, not sure herself it seemed. Soon Vandals started to make their way out of the bar, women following with laughter and giddiness. That was when Kathy understood, she got up with her bag before telling you to follow.

“What’s going on Kathy?” You asked crossing the room.

She smiled. “They’re goin' on a ride".

You didn’t fully grasp her answer, but remained quiet and just followed. Exiting the bar you watched as the men took to their bikes, women getting on behind them. You saw Brucie and Gale get on his bike, they looked so comfortable and at ease. Then Johnny and Betty exited the bar, Benny along with them. Johnny looked to you and Kathy, saying something to Benny before leading Betty over to his bike. Benny then found you, watching you as he walked over.

He stopped before you, a small smile on his lips. “Come on sweetheart, let’s go for a ride".

Your heart skipped a beat at the nickname. Before reality sat in, and your insecurities came forth. You on the back of Benny's bike. You with him. You weren’t built to be on a bike. You stepped back from Benny, an awkward laugh leaving your lips while shaking your head.

“O-oh, that’s alright. I’m good” you managed to get out. “You should take Kathy. I’ll just get a cab home".

The smile dropped from his face, Benny's eyes drawing in on you. That was the first time he saw a flash of your self-doubt. And he didn’t like it. You had just as much right to be on the back of his bike, just like any woman. You were perfect in every way. Stepping forward, Benny grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards his bike, but you dug your feet down. Which stopped him. Kathy was doing everything to tell you to go, you’d be fine. But you weren’t sure of it.

Benny moved to stand before you again, never letting go of your hand. “What is it sweetheart? What’s stoppin' ya from riding with me?”

The way he looked at you, eyes honest and pleading. It almost had you tripping over your words, but you managed to quietly say, “wouldn’t I be too heavy for the bike? Wouldn’t I effect the ride?”

Benny couldn’t believe his ears. He figured you were self-conscious but this was more then he thought. Whoever did this to you deserved a serious beating, and he’d gladly put his hand up to do it. Squeezing your hand, Benny leant closer to you, never breaking eye contact.

“Sweetheart, hear me when I say this" he paused, making sure you were indeed listening. “You are perfect the way you are. Leave the bike to me, I want you and your arousing body on my bike. Up against me”. His tone was low and raspy, like Benny was holding himself back.

You blushed, your cheeks feeling warm at his blunt admission. Which no man had ever done before, not like Benny anyways. When you remained silent, he once more began to pull you towards his bike. And this time you let him lead you. Looking back you noticed Kathy wasn’t there, no doubt slipped away while you were caught up with Benny. You did eventually see her on the back of another Vandals bike, and she gave you a bright smile.

Upon reaching his bike, Benny let go of your hand before swinging his leg over the bike. He made quick work of starting it up, the roar of it coming to life made you jump, not expecting such a loud noise. Once ready, Benny looked to you, offering his hand. You hesitated a moment, before throwing caution and those damn insecurities to the wind. As soon as your hand touched his did Benny grasp it firmly, his way of saying he’s got you. You swung your leg over before resting behind him. There were cheers and hollering coming from around you. Other Vandals had been watching you both, enthusiastic about Benny's girl.

“Better wrap your arms around me, baby" Benny said with a gentle tone. “Don’t want nothin' happening to you".

Slowly you moved your hands to his waist, before sliding them around to rest against his toned stomach. Benny had to hold back the groan that rose in his throat. Just the feel of your hands against his clothed body was driving him crazy. He moved one of his hands back and grabbed your thigh firmly, he needed a moment to ground himself but he’s been wanting to do that all night. His touch seemed to relax you, and you moved closer. Front pressed against Benny's back. Which didn’t help him any more than before.

“You’ll be the death of me" he muttered to himself.

Pulling away from the curb, Benny followed Jonny with Brucie beside him. Gale shot you an enthusiastic smile and a chuckle. You only blushed more, even moving to press your face into Benny’s back. The denim of his colours rough against your face. But you still found yourself smiling. Picking up speed the group of bikes made their way through town, before hitting the expressway.

You pulled back when you entered the expressway. Looking around and behind you, you were amazed by all the Vandals and their bikes. The awe and amazement hit you in such a great way. The wind in your hair, and Benny's body, felt so good, so freeing. Riding around felt freeing. For it was something you never thought you’d do, and wouldn’t have done if Benny hadn’t been so determined.

The ride felt like forever. And you wouldn’t mind if it never ended. Enjoying the moments with the Vandals and Benny. How he took care of you. His gloved hand reaching back to grab your thigh from time to time, which only made your stomach flip. But it had to come to an end though. Separating from the group, Benny began the journey back to your house. The streets were quiet, the noise of his bike filling it nicely.

Pulling up out the front of your shared house, he cut the engine before putting down the kickstand. Of course he helped you off first, before following suit. Silently you looked at the other. You looked at him in curiosity, while Benny looked like he wanted pull you in close. But he was behaving himself, for now.

“W-well...thanks for that" you said breaking the silence. “And thanks for bringing me home...”

Looking down and then back up, a small smile on Benny’s face he said, “no problem sweetheart. With me, I’d always take care of you".

Your cheeks heated at the double meaning to those words. And the smirk to take over Benny’s face told you he knew it too. He stepped closer, moving some stray hairs from your face. His hand slipping to hold your chin gently. Then Benny leant in, his lips coming in contact with your own. His kiss was soft, closed lipped, just to get a taste. You of course were shocked and surprised, unsure what to do. Pulling back, Benny looked you into the eyes, silently hoping he could do that again.

You didn’t pull away or say a word, your eyes told him all he needed. Leaning back in, Benny’s lips collided with yours again. This time he pressed harder, hand moving to hold your neck. You closed your eyes, taking in this moment, the start of something. Benny’s free hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer. His tongue moving along your bottom lip. Without a thought in your brain, you opened your mouth. His tongue darting in, mapping out its new territory. Your tongues met, caressing the other, all the while Benny held onto you.

Finally he pulled back, you both breathing heavy while taking in oxygen. Slowly your eyes opened, brain trying to process what just happened, and why did it feel so good. Benny watched you, gaging your response to the kiss. His thumb caressing the skin of your neck, hoping to keep this soothed side of you. When you met his gaze, he could see this blank yet content look in your eyes. Which was better than panic or anger. One step closer to the bigger picture, you being his girl. And you would be his, he knew it. Even if he had to fight those insecurities of yours.

[dearsnow]

hi!! can i just request any two-bit fluff...like jus domestic warm fuzzy fluff ..maybe slight silliness...feel free to write whatever

AND YET

- you happen upon your very noisy “roommate” cooking away in the middle of the night (two-bit mathews x gn!reader, domestic fluff, lowkey so cute)

word count: 687

a/n - asther fulfilling a request??? within a reasonable time????? the world is turning upside down, y’all 🫡 i hope you enjoy 😭

“Keith, seriously?” Your voice is hoarse, a desperate whisper that borders on a shout. It is 2:42 AM, and your recently-moved-in, much-loved but forever annoying boyfriend is making a four course meal in your kitchen.

Surprisingly, this is the first time you have ever seen him cook more than microwaveable meals and the occasional pack of instant ramen. He looks up at you, clad in pajamas, fuzzy socks, and a shit-eating grin. “What, I was hungry!”

“You’re gonna be hungry when I kick you out.” You mutter. “Couldn’t you at least be quiet about it? I heard pots and pans and humming through our very thin bedroom walls.”

“You can’t kick me out, I’m too fun.” He smiles. He puts a lid on his pan of frying bacon and turns off the heat. “You love me. Admit it.”

You scoff, but when he takes your hands in his, your heart skips a beat.

“You looooooove meeeeee,” he sings, “c’mon, just say it.”

“I would love you so much more if you didn’t wake me up so early on a work day.” You say, trying desperately to hide the fact that the corners of your mouth are turning up. Like always, though, somehow he notices. It’s like every almost-smile from you is a win, one more thing to keep him going before he runs out of energy and crashes into bed, legs entwined with yours and mouth slightly open.

He spins you around, still humming a song you don’t think you’ve ever heard before. It wouldn’t surprise you if he had just made it up. “I love you, and you love me. That’s why you’re dancing instead of yelling.” You laugh. You’re supposed to be angry with him, but the tension between your eyebrows dissipates when you look at his smiling face. If Two-Bit had just one talent, it would be switching your mood to happy. No matter what, no matter how annoying he is sometimes, you’re happiest when you’re with him.

“Yeah, I love you,” you gasp as he dips you so close to the floor you can feel the cold tile sucking in your heat, “and I love that you can make me laugh,” he pulls you back up, “but really, what are you doing making all this food at such an ungodly hour?”

He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his head against your neck. He leads you in a few steps, his warmth smoothing the goosebumps on your arms. “I wanted to do something nice for once. You’re always making me breakfast, and you leave earlier than me, so I thought I’d make a bit of food that you can just heat up when ‘m dead asleep.”

“Really?” You move back to stare at him, eyes soft in the dim kitchen lighting. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Two. Thank you.” If you were being honest, you thought he barely noticed you taking care of him in that way. You figured that it’s just something that comes with dating someone who seems like they could burn water.

“Nah, it’s nothin’.” He turns his head, a blush creeping up his neck towards the apples of his cheeks. “I just want you to know I appreciate what you do. This whole ‘me movin’ in’ thing put a whole lotta stress on your shoulders, so some domestic effort from me couldn’t hurt. I’ll at least try be quieter next time, though.” He raises his eyebrows and presses a quick kiss to the back of your hand. You can feel your own cheeks heating up. “I don’t want you ruining the surprise again, hm?”

“Yeah, it sounded like an elephant was training to be a chef in here.” You tease. He laughs, the sound ringing in your ears like a sweet bell. It’s a sound you don’t think you could ever get tired of.

He slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. He would drop anything to have you pressed against him at all hours of the day.

“And yet you still love me.”

You grin at him. “And yet, my love, I won’t ever stop.”

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

A Little Goes A Long Way

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: not any real

Genre: fluff

Summary: You accidentally find out that Steve has a praise kink and take full advantage of it.

***

When you first joined the Avengers and moved into the compound you'd say you befriended most of the team pretty quickly, some you were closer to than others of course but still, you'd say they were mostly your friends. Now when it comes to the boys club consisting of two supersoldiers and a mechanically winged man, your friendships with them are surprisingly variable.

Sam, is the friendliest and therefore was the quickest for you to connect to. Bucky was one tough nut to crack but you'd say you've successfully done so. Which leaves Super soldier 2. Steve Rogers. He has this... commitment to professionalism. Not just with you, it's with pretty much everyone on the team besides Bucky which makes sense given their history, and Sam who could probably befriend a brick if he wanted to. It's not something that bothers you really, just something you've observed especially in comparison to your friendship with Sam and Bucky. He's nice and you get along as well as necessary.

You can't prove it yet, but you're sure Sam and Bucky, mostly Sam actually, are making moves to get him to open up around you. For example yesterday, kind of out of nowhere, Steve asked you if you knew how to cook because he was trying to learn and thought you'd be able to help. Why? Because Sam and Bucky 'rave about your cooking'. You've cooked for them like twice and you know Sam can throw down in the kitchen so why wouldn't he offer to help Steve? Instead, he sent him to you, and now you're helping Steve make breakfast.

"Breakfast feels like a very simplistic place to start." Steve says.

"It is simplistic. Consider it a litmus test. We're just gonna do pancakes and eggs and from that, I will figure out where to start with dinner meals and such." You say.

"What do you mean figure out where to start?"

"Well if you can't fry eggs I'm not gonna try and teach you beef wellington or pho in the next 24 hours."

"What's pho?"

"It's a Vietnamese soup, but do you get what I mean?"

"Yes! But I can fry eggs and make pancakes." Steve says with a nod.

"Then show me Stevie." You cross your arms.

"Okay, where's the pancake mix?" Steve looks around the counter.

"We don't have any. You're gonna have to do it from scratch." You smile.

"I've never done that before."

"That's okay. Here's a bowl. I'll walk you through it." You tell him. Flour, eggs, sugar, butter, milk, salt, and baking powder in appropriate proportions are mixed into the bowl with your instruction. You're not really a recipe user which, stresses Steve out just a bit, but you know what you're doing obviously and the batter turns out perfect. One at a time Steve cooks the pancakes, they're all pretty misshapen and a couple are a little burnt but overall they turn out alright. "Okay, time to scramble some eggs." You tell him grabbing another bowl. Steve cracks several eggs into the bowl with salt, pepper, and butter and pours the mixture into the frying pan.

"This I've done before."

"Good, don't burn them." You say with a pat on his arm before you start to clean up the island. A few minutes later, the eggs are done and everything is put away or in the sink to be washed.

"See? Eggs I can do."

"I gotta taste it first Rogers. I've learned not to assume that watching the process can prepare you for the final result." You say putting pancakes and eggs on a plate for yourself.

"I followed your instructions. How bad can it be?" He shrugs. You take a bite of the eggs first and they're as good as they should be.

"The eggs are good." You tell him.

"I smell breakfast!" Sam announces strutting in from the hallway with Bucky trailing behind him.

"Morning boys. Help yourself, there's enough to go around." You say.

"Morning y/n." Bucky says.

"Good morning Miss Thing." Sam winks. "Who made these pancakes they are mad wonky." Sam laughs as he grabs some.

"I did." Steve frowns.

"They might look a little funny but they taste good so I'd say you did a wonderful job Stevie." You say. You miss the way his cheeks tinge pink and the way Sam and Bucky exchange a look.

"Thanks." Steve mutters after clearing his throat. "So, you'll help teach me to cook better?" He asks.

"If you take instruction this well all the time, absolutely." You shrug. "You should eat, the spoils of your labor and all." You tell him and he's quick to make himself a plate.

And so, for weeks, you teach Steve to cook. He makes dinner almost every day to learn new things. Some days it's meals that he can do in under 20 minutes, others you pick more complicated recipes that take a couple of hours and he probably won't make them again unless he's asked to. He does better with some meals than others but he follows your directions. Honestly, better than you expected since he's so used to giving orders and not taking them. For Steve, it's about the reaction. He does like cooking with you definitely but the best part of your teaching is how you praise him every time he does something well. Apparently, your little cheers of 'good job Stevie' and 'you did so well' and whatnot are extremely good motivators.

It took even longer for you to pick up on his desire for compliments but once you did you had every intention of using it to your utmost advantage. Even outside of the kitchen, you start to slip in little approval comments where you see fit just to watch him blush and freeze up. Like tonight, during game night. The whole team is playing charades on two teams, you, Wanda, Vision, Peter, Clint, and Bucky on one while Tony, Natasha, Bruce, Thor, Steve, and Sam make up the other. The other team is up, with Bruce acting out something and everyone is shouting out answers. Eventually, Steve gets the answer, the first one he's gotten right.

"You got it! Well done Stevie!" You say leaning over the coffee table that separates you to ruffle his hair. It's an action that you've found usually results in a seemingly involuntary catlike nudging with his head.

"I'm calling a timeout!" Sam stands up. "You, come with me." Sam says to you.

"What? Why?" You ask but instead of answering Sam grabs your arm, forcing you off the floor and pulling you down the hall. "Hey! Sammy! Use your words!" You snatch your arm away from him.

"You are doing this on purpose!" He points at you with a glare.

"Doing what?" You blink at him.

"You know what I'm talking about." Sam's face scrunches up.

"It's easier to stay on the same page if you're direct." You tell him. Oh what an actor you are.

"You're distracting him!" 

"Distracting who?"

"Don't play dumb with me y/n."

"Don't mince words with me Sammy." You say with a smirk. This rapid-fire back and forth is pretty common for you and Sam so you know he's not seriously angry with you over a game of charades.

"Look I don't know what you did to Steve but he cannot focus with you around! You speak and he's redder than a tomato and ten seconds from giggling like an elementary schooler dealing with his first crush and you are taking advantage of that! Stop taking advantage of it he already sucks at charades."

"I didn't do anything." You shrug.

"I'm not buying it. You know I'm not buying it, right?"

"I'm not selling anything babe." You smile.

"I hate you."

"You don't. But we should get back to the game. Everyone's waiting on us." You turn and head back to join the rest of the team. And you'd better believe you spend the rest of the night taking full advantage of Steve's newly found little weakness.

~*~*~

"So what's the deal with you and Steve?" Natasha asks. You're hanging out in your room and she's tossing grapes into her mouth.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that you talk to him like he's your pet. Are you into him or what?"

"I don't treat him like a pet!"

"I don't mean it in the literal sense y/n. But! Not a day goes by that you aren't going 'good job Stevie' or 'that's wonderful' or 'you did so well' or something like that. Why do you do that?"

"Because his reactions are adorable." You shrug.

"Okaaay but- do you like him? Like is there something there? Does he like you?"

"I have no idea if he likes me." You tell her.

"You have no idea? You haven't asked? He blushes whenever you walk into a room." Natasha scoffs.

"I think he just likes the praise."

"Let's test it!"

"Test it how?"

"Well, right now Steve and Bucky are probably in the training room. Let's go down there, and I'll find a way to throw a 'good boy' at him and see how he reacts."

"That one in particular might be a little difficult to throw out casually. Even I rarely do that one. You can probably get away with a good job or well done." You say.

"I'll see what I can do. Let's go." Nat gets up with her bowl of grapes in hand and the two of you head to the training gym to find Bucky and Steve sparring just like Natasha said they'd be.

"Geez don't you two ever take a break?" You scoff and they both stop to greet you.

"Oh hey, guys. What brings you by?" Bucky asks grabbing a towel.

"Steve catch." Natasha says throwing a grape his way. His head snaps out to catch the grape in his mouth with ease.

"Nice one Stevie. Good job." Natasha says.

"Why did you do that?" Steve asks with confusion on his face. No blush, no stuttering.

"Told ya." Natasha looks at you.

"Told ya what?" Bucky chuckles.

"Bucky your turn. Catch." Natasha tosses a grape at him. Bucky catches the grape in his hand and fixes you both with a look. "Why are you tossing fruit at us like dog treats?"

"Testing reflexes based off of a conversation we were having. Thank you for your contribution, now if you'll excuse us, we have others to test." Natasha grabs your hand and pulls you out of the training room. She waits until you're back in your room to say I told you so. "I told you so! Has less to do with the praise and more to do with you. So what're you gonna do about it?"

"We work together Nat." You say.

"So did Tony and Pepper before getting married."

"That was- kind of predatory of him actually."

"Bad example. Wanda and Vision." She offers.

"Vision's basically a sentient computer."

"My point is; working together shouldn't stop you from being happy. Do you like him?"

"Do you think he'll make a move?"

"Absolutely not. You'll have to play the first card. Do you like him?"

"Well, I'm not doing that." You shake your head.

"Why not?"

"Why bother? Things are fine, you don't mess with things that don't need messing with."

"Chicken." Natasha says.

"Worry about your own love life Romanoff." You roll your eyes.

Unfortunately for you, Natasha was not the only person interested in meddling in your affairs, and the other party happens to be much more hands-on than Natasha was. So much so that a couple of weeks after Natasha tried to push for you to make a move, you find yourself all but barricaded in your room with one super soldier.

The incessant knocking at your bedroom door had pulled you, reluctantly, from the book you were reading, thinking there was an emergency only to find Bucky holding Steve hostage behind a smiling Sam.

"I don't think I want to know what the hell is going on here but you did interrupt my reading so you'd better have a good reason." You'd crossed your arms, waiting for someone to speak.

"You two need to talk. I'm sick of watching you dance around it. We all are." Sam told you and Bucky shoved Steve into your room, forcing you out of the doorway for fear of being knocked over.

"Excuse you?!"

"We aren't letting you out until you talk it all out so everyone can stop watching this weird flirting game you've got going." With that, they pulled your door shut, and sure enough, you couldn't open it. You sat in silence with Steve for a few minutes, contemplating your options.

"I'm sorry." He eventually offers awkwardly.

"For what? You didn't lock us in here." You say.

"Not technically but it is my fault we're in this mess."

"How do you figure?" You tilt your head at him curiously.

"I get so- awkward around you. It's to the point where everyone can tell and I'm an adult there's no reason I shouldn't be able to behave normally around you."

"And what constitutes normal? Sam and I bicker, Tony and I throw insults back and forth- we're basically frenemies, Bucky likes to just sit in the same space together, Nat and I mostly gossip, Thor is always just about to crush me, I babysit for Clint, and Peter turns 15-minute stories into 90-minute retellings because his brain is in a million places at once at all times. Maybe your normal with me is blushing whenever I speak."

"You noticed." Steve grimaces.

"I didn't at first but uh- you are not exactly very subtle."

"Well- now what?" He asks.

"Now what indeed." You hum. "What is it, Stevie? Why do you feel so awkward around me? Is it because I do things like ruffle your hair or say good job? Are you just, affection starved?"

"No." He pouts.

"Don't just pout at me use your words." 

"I like you." He says.

"There was that so hard? What are you gonna do about it?" You ask.

"What?" He blinks at you.

"You like me. What are you going to do about that?"

"Depends." He frowns.

"On?" You ask.

"If you like me back."

"And if I do?"

"Then, I want to kiss you." Steve says, albeit a little hesitant.

"Kiss me."

"You like me?"

"Just kiss me." You say. Steve pulls you forward and kisses you. It's soft but there's something intense about it as you drape your arms over his shoulders. Eventually, he pulls away with a content sigh. "Well done Stevie."

"Stop doing that." He groans.

"Doing what?" You step back to look at him.

"Complimenting me like that. It drives me crazy."

"I know, that's why I do it." You say and Steve fixes you with a look as he plots his next move.

"I'm- going to take you to dinner tonight." He says.

"Okay." You nod. It's then that your door swings open and Sam waltzes in.

"See how much nicer it is to just talk about things." He sighs as if he's just stepped into the sun after several hours inside.

"I'll see you at seven." Steve says. "You two are... the absolute worst together. I can't believe you." He practically drags Sam out of the room and then down the hall with Bucky in tow and you chuckle at the trio who you can hear for several minutes down the hallway. Who would've thought things could get here from a couple of compliments in the kitchen. 

***

[daydream-cement]

Hi, I was thinking about a Larissa x Fern fic where Larissa is trying to surprise Fern with a romantic dinner but, during the process, she accidentally sets one of Fern's favorite plants on fire. At first she tries to save the plant but when she realizes there's nothing she can do she decides to hide it. When Fern gets home she's like "Have you seen *plant's name*?" (Idk why but I think she would name her plants) and at this point Larissa has to confess what happened. (A fluff ending please 👉🏻👈🏻)

Mistakes Happen

Larissa Weems x OC (Fern Rogers)

Authors Note: This is such a fun idea! Thank you anon!

Finals week was stressing out everyone at Nevermore. You specifically were regretting the size of the projects you had assigned your students, regardless of how much you knew the students enjoyed it. It was an incredible amount of work to be graded. Three nights you had come home incredibly late which Larissa found to be strange as that was typically her MO.

Larissa had attempted to make you dinner while working on her report to the board of directors. More so, she forgot about making you dinner while working on a report for the board of directors.

Next thing she knew, the pan was on fire. Quickly the shapeshifter pulled it from the stove, dropping it in the sink. Before she could turn on the water to extinguish the fire, she remembered the fact that water is the last thing she should put on a grease fire. While she searched for a fine extinguisher or baking soda from under the sink to put out the flames, she hadn't noticed the way the fire licked at the sweeping tendrils of one of your plants.

It was only after the fire was put out that Larissa had noticed the charred remains of your hanging plant. Abandoning the mess in the sink, Larissa pulled the plant from the window with the intent to help the poor thing, but she soon realized she had absolutely no clue what to do. With a shaky breath, Larissa tried to gather herself.

She tucked the fire extinguisher and dead plant under the sink and began cleaning up the remains of the absolute mess she had made.

You noticed something smelled off as soon as you entered the home. Immediately you knew Larissa was trying to cook for you which brought a pained smile to your face, "What's going on in here?" You ask, turning the corner into the kitchen, eyes landing on your girlfriend.

"Nothing. I- I tried cooking dinner, but I seemed to have forgotten... Uhm, take out for dinner? Is take out for dinner okay?" Larissa wouldn't look at you as she shifted about the kitchen, instead she continued to put away the dishes from the dishwasher.

You laughed and took a step closer to her, pulling a glass baking dish from the wash before Larissa could, gripping it tightly so she would have to pause before taking it from you, "Yes, of course it is. What's the matter?"

"Everything is fine. Are you okay?" Larissa questioned you in return, her gaze not meeting yours as she took the dish from you and tucked it away above the fridge.

"I'm just fine. Why are you acting s-" You shook your head, not willing to give up on questioning Larissa's funny behavior quite yet. Beginning to look around the kitchen, you attempt to figure out what had upset her so. Your eyes sweep past the window sill, recognizing the significant lack of green, "Where's the philodendron?"

"The what?" Larissa hummed in response, pretending not to notice the absence of your houseplant.

"The heartleaf philodendron. The vine-y plant that sits here."

"Didn't you take that to work?"

"No. It sits right here in the South-facing window just like he likes." You turn to Larissa and fold your arms, blocking Larissa's path to the dishwasher, "Where is it, Larissa?"

"It was an accident... I swear." The platinum blonde opens the cabinet under the sink, pulling the charred plant for you to see. At the sight of the burnt little leaves that were once so dark green and glossy, you steady yourself with a deep breath. You had always taken pride in not using your powers to care for your interior plants. They stayed alive out of pure horticultural skill.

With a quiet nod, you move over the sink and begin tearing the dead leaves from the plant, dropping them in the sink as you worked. Larissa approached you from behind, arms wrapping around your middle as she offered you a steady flow of apologies.

With all of the dead leaves gone, you turn on the faucet, allowing some water to flow into the pot. You took a deep breath and cupped the flower pot in your hands, fresh green shoots beginning to flow from the soil and seconds later the plant was a similar density and length that it was prior.

You place the plant back on the sill and turn in Larissa's arms, eyes gazing into hers with a stern intensity, "Rissa, now, next time... Tell me if you almost kill one of my plants. There is a good chance that it actually isn't fully dead."

She nodded, still feeling incredibly guilty for almost killing one of your favorite plants, "Okay..."

"Give me a kiss and then apologize to the philodendron. He isn't happy with you for setting him on fire." You place a hand at the back of Larissa's neck, guiding her down to seal the ordeal with a kiss.

Keeping you in her arms, Larissa squeezes you a little tighter, pressing you against the counter as she looks over the top of you, "So sorry, Mr. Philodendron. Won't happen again."

"He forgives you. Now what do you want for dinner? I think we should get Indian food." You push you way from Larissa's arms, heading towards the bedroom to change your clothes. When you returned, both of you could figure out dinner and snuggle up on the couch when all was said and done.

[lucygraysboy]

“are you alright, lucy gray?” the cowboy inquires softly, affectionately tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, eager to comfort her now that his hands are no longer bound behind his back. ocean eyes gazing up, studying her features with tender concern as she pulls away from his embrace. he’s already got reasons to suspect that beneath this tough-as-nails, feisty exterior, there’s a much gentler interior, and can’t help but worry about her. learning that your friend is an outlaw can’t possibly be a pleasant experience, and he’s caused her so much stress just this morning. “i mean, with all this? having me here? being friends with me?” he wouldn’t hold it against her if she asked him to leave, and that’s what he’s attempting to communicate. nodding as he silently agrees to never hide anything from her ever again, to always answer her questions honestly, he can’t help but admire her more and more. not many people would like to hear the most horrible truth over a pleasant lie. “it suits you.” lucy gray bonney. it’s all fun and games, but his heart’s already begun to swell, loving the sound of her name and his last name combined. “oh, i hated every second of being billy antrim. if you’d met my stepfather, you’d know why.” but that’s a story for another time, he decides, pushing himself up and off the chair, stretching his long limbs.

“how do you take your coffee?” he glances around the kitchen, figuring he might make himself useful while she’s changing and fix them something to eat. he might not be as good a cook as lucy gray, but scrambling eggs doesn’t take much skill. “or do you prefer tea or…” he’s a little sheepish, going through cabinets to try and learn where all the plates, utensils, pans and other necessities are. “what what? no, i know exactly what i’ve heard. you have a crush on me,” he playfully teases, loving the color that blooms on her tanned skin. he leans against the counter, eyes glint with amusement, a boyish smirk playing on his lips. “lucy gray? will you be my defense attorney until death do us part?” a chuckle escapes him, but his heart still hasn’t stopped swelling, occupying so much room in his chest that he finds it impossible to breathe. butterflies dancing in his belly. she’s so kind to him, so sweet, that he doesn’t even want to think about the day when they’ll have to part ways. maybe he could stay in her closet forever. “there’s nothing to forgive, but you have to stop stealin’ my gun. i’ll get you your own one day, alright?” he promises, deciding he’ll have to get familiar with the area first but there must be some town with a gunsmith an hour or two away from here. “how about you go change and i make us breakfast and then we’ll meet and feed everyone?” what’s another fifteen or twenty minutes? besides, she’s so petite that he can’t help but worry about her — no one should work with an empty stomach and out in the sun, too, but especially not someone who weighs what? ninety pounds?

"so we've learned today." amusement finally etches back across her face after being so sour and mad all morning. "please, do that. don't hesitate. i mean that. always tell me, don't keep secrets from me. because like i said...i always want the truth. without trust, you might as well be dead to me." and he can clearly see how seriously she takes that, if he didn't learn today he'll never learn. then he was bringing up playing house again and a sweet smile lifted on her face, this boy wasn't dangerous for any crimes...he was dangerous for being a threat of making his way into her heart. he could wound her badly if she starts to grow attached.. which was far scarier. "sure, i'll take your last name next time. i didn't like antrim for a reason, now i know why cause you had a cute last name hidden. lucy gray bonney, see. it sounds real adorable." she babbled and voice takes pride in it, shoulders gently jumping as she beamed.

"what?" she shied up like a tomato right away, "no, you're twistin' my words. i said you got a crush on that girl, and it's alright to admit." quickly, she corrects as she feels flushed at this backfiring. "accident or no accident, that's still called fear. you did what you had to. you didn't mean to kill that man...isn't that right? so you're not a murderer. if anything, that man's the murderer. he was out to hurt you." he had no reason to attack another boy like that, even if he was a 'horse thief'. that man clearly had bad intentions and billy was the one just trying to survive. she knows what that's like... reacting out of fear. she's felt it before. scrambling in hiding spots so she didn't feel the wrath of the preacher, guilty of thinking of ways of taking him out before he could take her out.

"sometimes i think i can be." lucy gray amusingly smiles, it sure is nice to be compared to an angel again. "it's alright," she reassures, enjoying the hug a second longer in arms much bigger than her own before she steps back out of the comfort. "all's forgiven now. you forgive me and i forgive you. i'm happy we could finally be honest with each other." and again, no more secrets she hopes. "that's the easiest way to get on my good side." she playfully smiles, despite speaking the truth. "i'll go get dressed and then we'll go meet henry and start handin' out breakfast to everyone. you can sit out on the porch if you'd like to. or stay here, which ever you wanna do."

[7spawn]

𝟕𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐧. independent , private & headcanon driven interpretation of 𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝙲𝚄𝙽Í𝙽 of baldur's gate 3. 21+ only, minors & personal blogs will be blocked on sight. written by rosie , twenty7 , aest.

a study in : slavery, the corruption of man, sexual trauma & the healing process, ptsd, eat the rich, destroying the tormentor & somewhat redemption.

001. there will be very heavy & triggering themes in my portrayal of astarion. his backstory is horrific and includes not only sexual abuse, but physical and emotional abuse as well. i will tag everything accordingly but such themes will probably be mentioned or alluded to in threads or replies, so please keep that in mind when writing with me & look after yourself first ♥️

002. i would classify astarion as chaotic neutral, his choices and actions heavily benefit him most of time so don't expect him to make the morally right decision or have the correct ideals. he will absolutely try to manipulate your muse at some point so don't take it personally he's just baby.

003. i've finished the game & completed his story so there will be spoilers galore. while i will happily write ascended astarion, my default verse is where he remains a spawn. i have multiple verses that span outside of bg3 so if you don't have a bg3 verse or muse don't stress cutie we'll figure it out.

004. while i love shipping, astarion is hard to romance. he struggles with expressing himself in a healthy way and thinks people only want him for his body. while he starts to heal after killing cazador, its a long process so your muse is in for a rollercoaster of angst before the happy ending. astarion is pan-sexual with no leanings one way or another, he will flirt with everyone and everything.

005. as a former sex worker with sexual trauma myself**, smut will be handled differently than shipping. for 200 years astarion only had sex as a means of manipulation and never for pleasure or intimacy, so unless he is genuinely in love with your muse he won't have sex with them unless its for the reasons stated. so i will write smut, but it'll probably be rare.

006. i love everyones 'tav' but i want more information than whats in the game. i won't follow if there's no general backstory or personalisation. an exception will be made for durge characters as the whole point is the memory loss, but yeah lets get creative in this bitch.

007. i'll make better rules at some point i'm pretty lazy but this is all the important information. if you have any questions then lemme know, anon is open if you choose to send hate then i will assume you're a tiny little bitch who's never known happiness and will probably die alone.

** if there's one stigma i want to get out of the way, its the belief that if someone has sexual trauma then they never want to have sex again or are disgusted by it. i think this is a naive & uneducated way to treat victims of sexual abuse. of course there are people that feel this way but to assume every victim is the same is dumb. astarion wants to have sex, he enjoys sex but he doesn't know how to go about it without his ptsd taking over. i could actually go on a massive rant but i won't cause i doubt people are interested but yeah. surprise! people still get horny lol.

[perfectprettypisces]

The Princess and The Pilot • J.H.S • Sneak Peak

Synopsis: To be fair, Jake didn’t know Maya was the daughter of an admiral when they started dating. Or that her father was none other than Wilson “Hitchcock” Hayes, the legendary pilot famous for having a chip on his shoulder larger than the state of Texas and four sons who all graduated from the TOPGUN program. With her entire family set to come down to San Diego for her graduation, Jake enlists the help of his friends to woo his girlfriend’s family.

Warnings: swearing, angst(?), more to come

a/n: i have no idea if this series is going to pan out and i’m still writing my other story but i thought of this concept and i can’t let it go lol. also, i will be using a name because i don’t like using Y/N but i try to keep my characters as non-descriptive as possible because i want y’all to imagine her as whoever (whether it be yourself or a random face claim) :)

“So, you really had no idea?”

“No.”

“And you just found out today?” 

“Yes.”

“You had to have known–”

“For the last time, Phoenix; no, I didn’t know and no offense, but this is really not helping my case here,” Hangman groans. He straightens his posture from where he was bent over the pool table and runs a stressed hand over his face. “I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do?”

The group of pilots share a look before collectively turning their gazes to Bob, who’d been distracted by the cup of peanuts in his hand. He looks up to find them all staring at him expectantly, hoping he could provide a voice of reason. 

“Don’t look at me, I’m not the one dating the admiral’s daughter.”

Hangman’s shoulders visibly deflate as he sets aside his pool cue. He sits on the bar stool across from Coyote, downing his drink in one go in an attempt to ground himself. 

“I just don’t get it,” Phoenix says. “You knew her last name, she told you her dad was in the Navy, and yet you never made the connection?”

In hindsight, there were so many clues that could’ve told Hangman that her dad was not just an admiral, but the admiral. She’d briefly mentioned him being a Naval aviator when they’d first met, but the weight of his accomplishments didn’t strike her as something to mention off-hand. She rarely talked about him after that first time and Hangman never wanted to push, assuming that they probably didn’t have the best relationship.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“In my defense, it’s a common last name,” Hangman counters weakly.

“In the entire country? Maybe,” Rooster says, grabbing the abandoned pool cue and lining up his own shot. “In the Navy? You should’ve known, dude.”

“Thanks,” Hangman states flatly as he glares at his friend. He fiddles with the glass in his hands, wishing that if he stared at it long enough it would magically refill itself. He definitely needed another drink.

Payback, ever the mediator, chooses this moment to step in. “Look, man, I don’t know what you want us to tell you. If this were any other admiral, I wouldn’t see a problem, but this is Hitchcock. We’ve all heard the stories, his daughter’s like his pride and joy.”

Hangman knew his friend was right. Admiral Wilson “Hitchcock” Hayes was, in layman’s terms, a hardass. He notoriously ruled with an iron fist and anyone that stepped out of line under his watchful eye would have hell to pay. His ever-present scowl and booming voice were enough to make a grown man cry, as evident to the poor lieutenant who had gotten in his way on a particularly bad day. The one exception to his icy exterior was his one and only daughter, affectionately referred to as Princess by her father’s colleagues.

Princess, who also happened to be Hangman’s girlfriend of nine months. Go figure.

“Isn’t he stationed in Virginia? The hell is he coming to San Diego for?” Fanboy asks.

“Her graduation,” Hangman explains, but even the slight twinge of pride he got from the thought of his girlfriend completing medical school wasn’t enough to dull his anxiousness. “And it’s not just him, her entire family is going to be here.”

“You mean–”

“Yup.”

Payback holds out his full beer bottle towards Hangman. “I think you might need this more than I do.”

He mumbles out a thanks and takes a swig.

“If I were you, I’d worry about her brothers first,” Rooster says. “Because right now, you’re severely outnumbered.”

[starks-hero]

What He Doesn't Know Won't Hurt Him

Pairing: Loki x Stark!Reader

Summary: You and Loki had been doing a fairly decent job at keeping your relationship a secret from the other members of the team, specifically your father. But what happens when word finally gets out?

Word Count: 4,480

Warnings: fluff, implied smut, angst

a/n: This gif, that is all

You had your music playing at full volume as you worked your way around the lab, your latest suit laid out on the table. It was almost finished and you were more than impressed with how it had turned out.

Grabbing one of the many tools strewn out on the tabletop, you got to work assuring each circuit was in place.

It was fair to say that whilst you were in one of your zones, you could easily get lost in your work. Which was probably the reasons you hadn't noticed Loki make his way into the lab.

You jumped slightly when two slender arms wrapped around your middle. “Loki,” you scolded, not taking your eyes away from your work. “I'm busy.”

He chuckled. “I can see that, dove,” he purred. “But I'm bored.”

“You're welcome to stay here as long as you stay out of my way,” you offered, smirking when Loki rose his hands innocently.

“You won't even know I'm here.”

You managed to steal five minutes of peace. And then Loki's ability to sit still and not cause trouble seemed to reach its end. He started simply, standing ridiculously close, running his hand along your side. Your frustrated sigh and visible struggle to focus on your suit only egged him on. He re-positioned himself behind you, hands resting on your hips and lips finding your neck.

When one of his hands began to trace down your stomach and towards the waistband of your jeans you drew the line.

“Loki, stop.” you chided urgently. “Not here.”

“Why not?” he asked, nipping at the exposed skin of your neck. “It's as good a place as any.”

“Someone could see,” you pressed on.

Loki’s kissing ceased but he didn't remove his arms from around you. If anything he held you tighter.

“And would that be such a bad thing?” he asked after a beat of silence. You sighed and turned in his arms, now facing the god. His eyes said it all, he wasn't hurt, but he was tired of keeping up this charade.

He hated having to wait till you were both alone to show his affection, having to settle for stolen kisses and subtle glances all in an attempt to keep your relationship a secret from the rest of the team. Loki was growing sick of it. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, mark you, to show everyone you belonged to him. He hated having to hide his feelings as if they weren’t acceptable.

“Loki, we've talked about this. If the team finds out, especially my dad, it'll cause nothing but trouble.” You frowned at Loki's defeated expression. “I want to tell them, I do. I love you and I want everyone to know that. But only when the time is right.”

Loki nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. Slender fingers wrapping around your wrist and he placed a kiss to your hand. “As you wish, darling.”

Loki turned to leave but you gently grasped hold of his sleeve and tugged him back. “Where do you think you're going?”

Loki tilted his head. “You said-”

“I said I wasn't ready to tell them,” you clarified. “I never said anything about you leaving.”

A devilish smirked spread across Loki's lips as he stepped back towards you, hands grasping your waist. “Why of course, my dear.” He pushed you against the cool steel of the table. “How may I be of service to you?”

You pulled him into a hungry kiss and he practically moaned into your mouth. Grasping hold of your thighs, he hoisted you up onto the table and slotted himself snugly between your legs. Truth be told, this wasn't what you had in mind. You were serious when you said the lab wasn't a good place to start something but Loki was just too irresistible. His kisses trailed from your jaw down your neck and you couldn't help the whimper that left your lips as he sucked on the sweet spot just above your collar bone.

Your hand tangled in his raven hair and he laughed breathlessly against your skin as he pulled you closer to him. “That's it, pet.”

The sudden sound of someone clearing their throat caused both of you to almost jump out of your skin. You turned towards the lab door and found a rather unimpressed Natasha standing in the threshold, arms crossed and glare seething into a certain god.

Your heart jumped into your throat as you hurriedly pushed Loki away and scrambled to your feet.

“Oh, no. Don't stop on my account,” Nat snarled and the venom in her tone was enough to send shivers down even Loki's spine.

“Nat! We were just-”

“Don't bullshit me, Y/N. You know it doesn't work,” Nat stated plainly and you swallowed. She was right, it was near impossible to successfully lie to her. “Does your father know?”

“No, no, no. Nat, you can't tell him,” you begged. “He'll kill us.”

Natasha scoffed, pointing an accusing finger at Loki, who was still standing sheepishly behind you. “He's lucky I haven't killed him myself.”

Loki shifted uncomfortably. When it came down to it, he was a god and Nat was human. She probably couldn't do much damage to him. But she was certainly intimidating. Loki wasn't so much upset over the fact that you'd been caught, if anything Loki found it rather exciting. His only worry was how this situation would pan out for you. And your relationship.

“Natasha, please. You know how my dad overreacts.”

“I'm not sure I'd count ‘getting pissed that your daughter's dating a criminal’ as overreacting.”

You felt helpless. With Tony as your father, the team were the closest thing you had to family. Nat had always been important to you, she was an older sister, a cool aunt and in some cases, a understanding mother all rolled up into one. She wanted what was best for you, and you knew if that meant throwing Loki under the bus, she wouldn't hesitate.

Noticing your struggle, Loki decided to intervene.

“Agent Romanoff, if you'd allow us to explain. I-”

Nat turned to Loki with a glare that stopped the god mid-sentence. “I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to Y/N.” She turned back to you. “Tell your dad.”

“What?!”

“Tell Tony about this.” She clarified, gesturing between you and Loki. “Or I will.”

“Nat,” you started but as she raised an eyebrow you knew she wasn't bluffing. She was dead serious.

“Okay, okay, fine. We'll tell him. But just not yet-” you hesitated. “Just give us a little more time to figure it all out.”

Natasha seemed unconvinced, to say the least, but when she noticed the genuine worry in your expression she backed off and her voice softened.

“Fine. But if he finds out beforehand, I had no idea about any of this,” she ordered. “And you,” Nat glanced at Loki who was still standing behind you. “Are on thin ice.”

Nat turned to leave, shooting one final glare Loki’s way. “Oh, and a bit of advice. Next time lock the goddamn door.”

You both sighed in temporary relief as the door slammed shut and you were left alone.

“Well, that went well,” Loki commented sarcastically, rubbing at his temple.

“And that was only Nat. How do you think the others are going to react?” You took a seat on the workbench and Loki joined you.

“Were you serious?” he asked. “About telling them? Telling him?”

You sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “I suppose we don't have much of a choice now, do we?” You murmured and Loki chuckled slightly.

“I suppose not.”

“You're enjoying this.” You growled as Loki’s mood seemed only slightly diminished by the situation you’d just been landed in.

“Yes, I find being threatened by a world-class assassin immensely enjoyable,” he noted nonchalantly. Loki sighed when the fear remained evident in your expression. He gently caught your wrist and pulled it away from your face, lacing your fingers as he did so. “Honestly, my dear. There's no need to worry. It will be fine.”

“You sound awfully sure.”

“That’s because I am,” Loki smirked, his tone reassuring and soft. He placed a harmless kiss against your cheek, but couldn’t resist the urge to continue down to your jaw.

His nose grazed your neck as his breath fanned out over your skin. His voice fell to a low whisper. “Now, what was it we were getting to before we were so rudely interrupted?”

You couldn’t help but laugh in slight disbelief. “You never learn, do you?”

Loki flicked his wrist as he began to plant kisses down your neck. “Do you take me for a fool?”

 You glanced at the labs' door to find the keypad had turned red. Locked. Smirking, Loki pushed you down and picked up where he'd left off.

It had been a little over a week since Natasha had found out about your relationship with Loki and thankfully, she hadn't said anything as of yet. She was giving you a generous amount of time to build up the courage to tell both your father and the rest of the team, but it was courage you were yet to find. The stress of the whole situation had been getting to you, something that was becoming more and more apparent to Loki.

In some desperate attempt to help you blow off a little steam, the god had dragged you down to the training hall. You and Loki often trained together, though since the beginning of your relationship, training seldom actually took place during your sessions.

But you needed it today, and after less than fifteen minutes of sparring, you could already feel some of the stress dissipating.

“Let's try that again,” Loki stated, helping you up from where you'd fallen back onto the training mat. He steadied you before pacing back a few steps as you both prepared for another round.

You made the first move, Loki easily blocking your strike. He caught your other arm as you tried to hit his shoulder and he only barely avoided a knee in the groin by spinning you around and catching you in a gentle headlock.

“Fighting dirty today are we, darling?” He purred in your ear and you smirked. Leaning forward, you used the momentum to throw Loki over your shoulder, straddling him to assure he stayed down.

“Problem with that?”

Loki chuckled, staring up at you. “Certainly not.” Throwing his leg over and shifting his weight, he threw you off of him and you landed on the floor beside him. He then took up his position on top of you. “Two can play at that game.”

He used his new vantage point to lean down and kiss your shoulder. “And I do enjoy it so very much.”

You turned your head to the side to grant Loki better access as he kissed up your neck, but your blood ran cold when you noticed a familiar figure standing dumbstruck at the halls entrance.

“Shit, Steve!” You pushed Loki off of you and for a moment he thought it was an attempted diversion until his own eyes locked with the captains. “Steve, wait!”

He was already turning to leave and you took off after him, Loki right behind you. You barely caught him before he reached the door. “Steve, hear us out, please.”

He turned to look at you with slight disappointment, his cheeks still tinted red with embarrassment given what he'd just walked in on. “Why didn't you tell us, Y/N?”

“I swear I was going to. I should have sooner and I'm sorry.” You rushed. “But please, Steve. You can't tell my dad, not yet.”

Steve hesitated. He'd taken you under his wing from day one and he'd be lying if he said he saw you as anything less than family. He didn't want to put you in a situation where he knew you'd face hardship. But he also didn't want to put his relationship with Tony on the line. He knew what that could lead to.

“I won't lie to Tony.”

“Then just don't say anything!” You tried. “Not saying anything technically isn't lying.”

Steve sighed, glancing between you both, his eyes lingering on Loki a moment longer. Loki seemed to have read the captains mind.

“Captain, I understand your concerns. But I can assure you my intentions are completely good-willed.”

Steve shook his head, questioning his sanity. “Does anyone else know?”

“Natasha, that's it.”

Steve seriously pondered the dilemma he was being faced with. Part of him wanted to march off and tell Tony, part of him wanted to strangle Loki for even putting his hands on you and the other part was still hung up on how upset you’d be if he chose either of the latter options.

“Alright,” Steve said after a moment of silence and relief flooded your expression. “But if your father asks-”

“I understand.” You nodded, still breathing a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Steve.”

You counted your lucky stars as Steve left the training hall, the whole conversation having gone way better than you could have possibly imagined.

“You know, my dear,” Loki stated from behind you. “We really must stop picking the worst possible places in the compound to make out.”

You'd been peacefully working away in the lab, adding the finishing touches to the suit you'd been working on. A few more final touch-ups and a test run and it would be ready for missions.

The door slamming opened behind you immediately caught your attention as a severely pissed off Loki stormed in. His jaw was set and his hands were balled into fists. This couldn't be good.

“Loki, what's wrong?” you asked, rounding the table and approaching him. He was already pacing.

“Thor knows,” he growled and your heart stopped. “He was asking ridiculous questions about you and I and he knew I was lying.”

You inhaled sharply and did your best to avoid groaning in frustration, unable to grasp how Loki of all people had gotten caught out lying. “Loki, you're the god of lies.”

“And Thor's a persistent bastard!” He bit back.

You grappled with the little composure you had left and sighed. Loki was still clearly fretting and at least one of you had to start thinking straight.

“Okay, well what did he say?”

“That he wouldn't tell anyone,” Loki murmured, running his index finger along his top lip, something he often did when nervous.

“Alright then, what are we worried about? He said he wouldn't tell.”

Loki scoffed. “It's Thor! He struggles to keep the simplest of secrets, he's going to let it slip!” Loki took a seat and wrung his hands. “Your father is going to kill me.”

You stepped towards him and ran a comforting hand through his raven hair. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head against your stomach.

“You're a god, Loki. I don't think he could kill you even if he wanted to.”

“He'll find a way,” Loki moped, tightening his hold on you.

You huffed at Loki's dramatic antiques as you continued to run your hand through his hair. One thing was now painfully clear, you needed to tell your dad. Before anyone else found out.

It was all planned out perfectly. The team was set to have dinner together in an attempt to bring some normality to your crazy lives, and you figured it would be the best time to break the new. You'd wait until everyone had finished eating and you and your dad were alone and then you'd tell him.

Not only did you think it would be better to have the conversation one on one, but Loki not being there also lessened the likely hood of your father trying to kill him if he didn't take the news kindly.

The only major challenge now was making it through the dinner itself without losing your nerve. Loki assured you that he'd be by your side right up until the moment he had to leave, and he meant it. Your father sat at the head of the table, because of course he did, and you sat to his right. Loki was seated beside you.

Most of the dinner passed as they usually did when the team ate together. Clint complained about the take out choice, Nat downed an impressive amount of wine whilst somehow remaining sober and a philosophical debate had broken out despite their being no indication as to what had started it.

For once, you and Loki remained silent, too nervous to offer any input should your worrisome tone give you away. You had spent most of the dinner toying with the food on your plate with your fork.

Loki's hand gently held yours beneath the table. It was risky, but no one had noticed and it was currently the only thing keeping you sane.

“You alright, kiddo?”

You glanced up to find your dad staring at you. He motioned to your untouched plate of food.

“You haven't touched your take out. It's your favourite.”

“Oh yeah, I- uh,” you stumbled over your own words and cursed yourself for being caught off guard. Most of the team were still chatting amongst themselves, but Steve and Natasha were now watching the exchange between you and Tony attentively. “I guess I'm just not that hungry.”

He seemed entirely unconvinced and leaned in slightly, away from the prying ears of the table. “You sure everything's alright?”

You gulped. Your father was no idiot and he knew something was eating away at you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Nat nodding her head and Steve smiling supportively. This was the perfect opportunity to bring it up and you decided it was now or never. “Well, actually-”

“Nice going, Clint!”

Both your heads snapped up to see that a knocked over wine bottle had stained both the end of the table and Bruce's white shirt.

“Hey! It's not my fault. Who even drinks this stuff anyway?!”

“What the hell is that suppose to mean, bird brain?” Sam yelled, possessively grabbing what was left in the overturned bottle and dunking it into his glass. Bucky hid his smile behind his bottle of beer.

Everyone else's attention had turned to Bruce, who seemed to be doing an excellent job at not hulking out and sending Clint through the nearest wall.

You bit your lip.

“Dad, is it alright if I leave? I'm not feeling up to eating right now.” You asked. Now clearly wasn't the best time to bring something up and you decided waiting till after everyone had turned it in for the night was probably best.

“Sure thing, sweet pea,” he smiled as you stood and pushed in your chair behind you. Loki followed you, rising to his feet.

“I think it's time I also take my leave.” No one paid much attention as Loki mimicked your actions and prepared to leave the table.

“Leaving already?” Wanda asked politely and you smiled back, already prepared to answer with ‘Yeah, I'm just tired.’

“Of course they are! I'm sure my brother and Y/N have much to do and discuss,” Thor smirked, winking and raising his glass to the both of you in a not so subtle way.

Silence fell over the entire table and you and Loki grew rigid. Natasha and Steve turned to glare at Thor, who lowered his glass, realising what exactly he'd just said.

“What?” Tony said, turning to Thor with a shocked expression. Loki quickly stepped in.

“I think my brother may have had a tad too much Asgardian ale, I-

“No, what did you say?” He asked again, voice raising. All eyes were now either on Tony, Loki or you.

Thor seemed to shrink into his seat, taking interest in the bottom of his cup as he attempted to backtrack and fix his mistake. But it was too late.

Your father's gaze turned to you and then Loki, who was cautiously standing behind you. 

“One chance.” He was livid. “You get one chance to tell me the truth.”

“Dad, can we not do this now,” you asked quietly.

“The truth, Y/N.” You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen your father so angry. And as terrified as you were, you knew lying would only dig you a deeper hole.

“I was going to tell you,” you started, wincing as he ran a hand down his face. “I just didn't know how and then Nat told me I should just-”

Your father's glare turned to Natasha who choked on her wine at your words. You mentally grimaced as you realized what you'd just said.

“Oh, so you knew!” Tony yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Nat. He turned back to you. “You told Thor and Natasha before you told me!”

“I didn't tell her! She just sort of found out...” you fumbled and Tony laughed humorlessly.

“Did anybody else know besides Nat and point break?” he asked, addressing the whole table. Steve fidgeted awkwardly in his seat and Tony immediately singled him out.

“Steve.” He crossed his arms as he glared at the captain. “Something on your mind?”

Steve sighed. “Look, Tony I-”

“Don't bullshit me, Rogers.”

Steve nodded wordlessly and Tony bit the inside of his cheek, looking as though he was prepared to rip into each member of the team. You cowered back slightly and Loki stepped infront of you, shielding you from your fathers rage the best he could.

“Great! Awesome! Did anyone else know my daughter was dating a psychopath and just decided to keep that information to themselves?”

Everyone awkwardly shifted in their seats, some clearing there throats and others offering you sympathetic glances. Natasha mouthed a ‘sorry’ and Thor seemed to still be beating himself up for letting it slip in the first place.

Loki stepped forward. “Stark, I can assure you-”

“Zip it, Reindeer Games,” he warned and for once, Loki did as he was told. Tony pointed to you as if he were scolding a child.

“You are grounded,” he stated. “No more missions, no more lab privileges, nothing.”

You scoffed. “I'm not a kid!”

“Yes, you are! You're my kid.”

“Dad, will you please just listen to me.” You begged as you stepped towards your father in hopes of reasoning with him. He rose from his seat to meet you.

“No. This,” he gestured between you and Loki. “Ends now. End of discussion.”

You took a step back, feeling as though an arrow had hit you in the chest. Tears were brimming your eyes and you couldn't find it in you to meet anyone's gaze. Seeing how upset you'd become, Loki refused to bite his tongue any longer.

“Stark, with all due respect, I won't allow that. I understand your disdain for me and it's more than warranted but do not take that anger out on Y/N. You have no reason to trust me but I can assure you that my feelings towards your daughter and nothing but sincere and genuine.”

Loki's sudden statement seemed to have surprised Tony. He opened his mouth to argue but Loki didn't give him the chance as he continued.

“She has given me a second chance and I love her dearly for doing so. And I would never do anything to harm her. I love her unconditionally and all I ask is for a chance. Allow me to prove myself.”

Loki's speech had left you teary-eyed with a warmth spreading in your chest. A smile pulled at your lips as Loki turned to you. The genuine and loving look in his eyes spoke volumes and it took every ounce of control you possessed not to launch yourself into his arms then and there.

“Tony, I don't know about you but that seemed pretty convincing to me.” Nat voiced from the table and Thor immediately agreed.

“My brother may be the god of lies but he has spoken nothing but the truth tonight.”

Steve, ever the diplomat, offered Tony an encouraging nod. “All he's asking for is a chance, Tony.”

“It's pretty sweet if you ask me,” Bucky murmured from beside the captain, Sam and Wanda nodding in agreement.

Tony watched as the table seemed to take Loki's side and he battled with himself until his eyes landed on you. You were standing side by side with Loki, whilst he smiled at you in adoration. The glances you shared were nothing short of loving and Tony couldn't help but notice how genuine and mutual it truly was. Loki's hand was brushing against yours, desperate to grasp hold and comfort you but not wanting to overstep the line the tension had drawn.

Tony sighed as he realized what he had to do. You were his daughter, his everything. And he just wanted you to be happy. Even if it was with someone he didn’t initially approve of. 

“You love him?” he asked nonchalantly and you nodded.

“And you, Frosty,” Tony motioned to Loki who tried not to frown at the nickname. “You love her?”

Loki glanced at you, smiling softly. “Wholeheartedly.”

Tony swallowed down the lump in his throat as he watched the both of you, not completely ready to accept that you weren't a kid anymore.

“Well then, I guess that's that.” He smiled at you softly. “Leave it to you to fall for the God of mischief. You always were a troublemaker.” 

Your father pulled you into a hug, muttering a quiet ‘love you, sweet pea’, before pulling back to look at Loki.

“You hurt her,” he started and Loki cut him off with an amused chuckle.

“You'll kill me?” He guessed.

“Oh no, not just me. They'll kill you.” Tony smirked, pointing to the table full of avengers.

Loki nodded. “Understood.”

Nat sent you a wink and Steve and Thor smiled whilst the rest of the team seemed to congratulate you with supportive, and in some cases embarrassing, comments.

You and Loki smirked at each other, slowly turning to leave the dining room when your father's voice called you back.

“Woah, where do you two think you're going?” he asked. “Cats out of the bag now so no need to run off and hide. Sit.”

Seeing no point in arguing, you both took your seats, Loki holding your hand atop the table for everyone to see. Things quickly settled back into a comfortable conversation, you and Loki feeling freer than you had in months. The domesticity of it all was enough to make your heart burst.

“So,” Clint, who was slightly tipsy at this point, yelled. “When's the wedding?”

Tony turned red. “Don't push their luck, Barton.” He partially joked, glaring daggers at his teammate as the rest of the team laughed. As for you and Loki, you couldn't help but smile at the possibility.

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Seems like u r taking request! No.1 ur acc is amazing. No.2: Can u do Harry Potter×fem!reader where the reader is stressed about studies and has kind of anxiety and Harry helps her by talks and encourages her. Also plz add some passionate kissing and slight teasing, if u like,at the end! Thank u sm.

One more?

Pairing: Harry Potter x fem!reader

Warnings: none

GIF not mine! Credits go to the original creator!

A/n: No.1, thank you:)

No.2, here I’m doing the same. Hope you like it!

Thanks for the request xx

Advancing Christmas isn’t homey for the first time.

The reason- oh, don’t even get her started.

Sixth year turned out to be heinous. Snape, being their DADA teacher, had threatened to give them detention if they failed in performing the non-verbal spells.

Potter doesn’t have to stress about it, of course.

But on Merlin's other hand, she, who had got way better O.W.Ls than him, couldn’t help but dunk her head into 'How to Ace Non-Verbality' that Hermione picked up for her.

Oh, just hex her already.

Why?

She couldn’t concentrate.

You will ask the reason again.

It is because a certain raven-haired boy slumped in front of her, quietly fumbling and drumming his wand, quite restlessly though.

It wasn't obvious from his actions, but she knew- he was trying to catch her attention.

Pity, she isn't in a mood today.

"Harry, can you just stop that?" She snapped at him while shooting daggers from her eyes. "Why don't you just study?"

"For Snape?" He faked a sympathetic laugh. "He legit made me scrub the pans of the hospital wing. Without magic!"

"Doesn't help me concentrate."

He swore he could have snatched her books and alighted them on his Firebolt, only if he didn't mind the consequences. He knew, that would thing he would have done.

So instead, he did halt his ear-drilling drumming, and got to his feet. "Looks like you've got something to replace me," he deliberately shot at her and tip-toed into his dorms.

And for, maybe a second, she didn't mind the deafening silence, but, Merlin, the next second, she was already craving his presence. It was somehow tranquil for her, her anxiousness did vanish at his goofy smile.

She groaned in annoyance, and forced her attention back to her book.

"Funnunculus- boils, Homenum Revelio- Harry!"

Now, don't get her wrong this time.

This boy has got ways to make his presence felt. And now that he was nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, she found it hard not to lose her concentration.

"Close that," he mumbled, clearly referring to the stiff-backed book she had been inhaling.

Well, she had to sigh before giving in.

"Harry, I swear, I'm failing this time! You should let me study."

He ignored her pleadings as he nicked the book out of her reach, and whirled the chair. Without a further word, he settled himself on the rugged floor, resting his chin on her knees as a tingling feeling danced on her skin.

Not even once in the past two years, she had accommodated herself to his touch. It was...unsatiable.

"Look at me."

She couldn't help but stare into those lucious green orbs that were twinkling alongside the cozy fire in the common room, and gave him a twisted sort of smile.

Their journey hardly needed words...smiles and eyes conveyed every unspoken entity.

And she was grateful- to have him.

"Okay, just one more page?" She etched out the most innocent (and forced) smile she could afford. Only if that could melt his determination today.

"No, no! No luck for today," he quickly sat over the book, making his seated figure shot up a little.

Hah, smart.

"Look, if I fail, I know my parents are disowning me."

"Good. I'll keep you."

She couldn't help but huff out an irritated laugh. "Convenient."

"You know, you aren't failing this. You are better than most of us in studies (this earned him an eye roll)."

"I can't concentrate when you look at me like that."

"Well, you should be concentrating on me instead, so..."

And now, she had a greater urge to connect their lips, but, uh- she would fail tomorrow.

"Right now, I can't decide if I want to shove you off the tower, or kiss you."

He looked up from the meadows of her knees again, and found himself smiling like a fool.

A fool in love.

"Can I pick?"

And without another word, he pulled her head a little way to low as he rubbed lovingly on the lower petal of her lips. Just another hesitant glance and then, they started devouring each other, with all the love, all the resentment.

Not minding what will happen if Ron and Hermione turn up into the common room after their prefect duties...not thinking of the possibilities of failing or dying in the year ahead...it was just them in their safe place.

Hesitantly, she slipped her hand into his hair again, tugging on gently as his subtle fangs created peals of painful satisfaction on her lips.

The way his arm slithered around her waist and cemented her on her place, forced out a sound from her mouth into his, which she never knew she capable of making.

Oh, unfortunately, they did pull away at the end, eyeing each other's now swollen lips, and Harry's more than ever disheveled hair as hair-splitting pants rang the silent room.

But her eyes fell on the thick spined book he was perching on, and something clicked in her eyes.

"Okay, Harry, I still need to study- no! Just one more?"

[stockholmdolly]

Thank you for loving ME III

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern Au)

Warnings: Bucky being a jerk? kinda.

Word count: 1,986

Summary: Two people with nothing in common, one is a socially awkward Y/AGE years old who lives a content life, no friends and definitely no complications; the other one is a man running from his past, avoiding friendships and relationships for fear to being hurt again. They’ve been living next door to each other for 6 months and know nothing about the other, well, except her, who knows all about his sexcapades. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Who would've thought, it figures.

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. I just notice this took a turn, a very weird one, I managed to combine in this a part of another series that I’ve been writing, and if I keep this plot, I’ll go against everything I believe in, and that makes me so fucking confused and stressed lol I don’t know what to do anymore, anyway... Happy reading solecitos. English is my 4th language and all mistakes are my own confused mind hahaha

III. DESPERATE TIMES CALLS FOR DESPERATE MEASURES

My alarm went off at 4:30am, ugh, my head was throbbing. But I needed to see how James was doing. 

I went to the living room and found him sleeping. I could hear soft snores coming off him, it was cute, no, no, Y/N, you can't think like that, you know him, you're going to be another notch in his belt. But seeing him there lying on the couch, you could admire him up close for the first time. His face is perfect, kind of unfair, he seems as if it had been carved by the gods themselves. They have their favorites. 

I walk close to him and start caressing his face, "James, wake up, James" I only hear him mutter something I can't understand, and I try again pinching his cheeks this time, "Jamesy, wake up, or do you want me to bring my friend Mr. Frying Pan to wake you up?" I hear him groan but I can see him open his eyes.  

"Ugh, 6A, what time is it?" he says 

"Um, 4.45am, do you know your name?" I asked him

"My name? Are you crazy 6A? Of course, I know my name, it's James Barnes"

"Okay, and do you know my name?" 

"Yes, Y/N, I don't know your last name though, we are not that close… yet" 

"This is the closest we are going to get James, and I'm already regretting it" I try to say jokingly, though I'm saying it with a grain of truth behind it. 

"Straight to my heart Y/N" he replies with his hand on his heart in a tone of mockery and pain. 

"Okay, okay, that's enough, I'm going to bed again, it's too early to deal with my obnoxious neighbor"

"Sweet dreams Y/N, see you in a few more hours" he says waving at me. 

BUCKY’S POV

I woke up feeling disoriented, I didn’t know where I was, and then I remembered the events from before, damn that frying pan hurts so much, my head still hurts pretty bad, she gave me something for the pain yesterday, maybe she keeps the bottle in the bathroom, I need to take more.

I started looking for the bathroom, opened a door and saw a room, like a dance room, with a pole in the middle, damn 6A, I mean Y/N is a stripper? Well, you know what they said, it’s always the quiet ones, I walk into the room and see several pictures hanging around the room, damn, Y/N is really hot, how did I not notice that before, I mean, she’s always wearing big jumpers and leggins, there’s not much to see in those clothes. 

Suddenly, in the middle of the room is a picture of her with…Bruce Wayne? Is he, her boyfriend? Sugar daddy? As far as I know Bruce doesn't have kids or a girlfriend, but if Y/N is a stripper maybe they are keeping their relationship on the down low, I can do a lot with this picture, am I the kind of person who blackmails someone for… what, money? a job? of fucking course, I totally could get a job, they would want to buy my silence, no, James, your ma taught you better. you can’t do that to them, Y/N helped you without knowing you and without asking for anything in return…so far, well, just out of curiosity I took a picture with my cell phone and went to find the bathroom.

The bathroom is so clean, like hospital clean, where are the pills are, umm, the mirror cabinet, yes, there’s like tons of meds here, like wow, this is wow, I better take a picture of this too, I’m not sure if I’m going to use them, but I might find out later, when my head doesn’t hurt this bad. I took two ibuprofen pills and headed to the living room.

Y/N’s POV

Ugh, what time is it? I look at my phone, 8:00 am, I need to wake up James, I hope he is alive. I can't believe I hit him with a frying pan lol I should have recorded that and made it go viral. 

As I walked out of my room I ran into a wall of muscle, uff, damn, this guy is all muscles. 

“Are you okay?” he says

“Ugh, yeah, I’m fine, I was going to wake you up, how are you feeling?

“I’m fine, my name is James Barnes and my head doesn't hurt anymore, I hope you don’t mind, I took two more pills from your bathroom cabinet, you have a lot of pills for such a small person” 

“Umm, did you snoop in my medicine cabinet?” 

“Yes, I mean, not on purpose, I was looking for more ibuprofen, sorry, I didn't mean to”

“Don’t worry, I’m not hiding anything, it’s just not a conversation for a first meeting, you know?”

“Are you fine Y/N? that was a lot of meds” I wasn’t concerned about her; I need answers and the only way to get them is to pretend to be worried about her.

“I’m fine, I promise, just a treatment I follow for my health, nothing serious James”, Jesus Christ, that’s why I hate socializing, people and their questions. I don’t like this. I need to change the subject right now.

“Hey, do you want to stay for breakfast? I was planning to make chilaquiles” hopefully with the mention of food he can redirect his conversation

“Chila-what? Y/N I don’t know what that is, but I’m willing to eat”, that girl is obviously hiding something, she changed the subject almost immediately, but I’m hungry so I'll let it go for now. 

“Okay, you can go to the living room and lie down for a bit, I'll let you know when everything's ready”

“Don’t You want me to help you? I’m not useless, my ma would cut my head off if I let you do everything alone after everything you did for me” 

“Oh, umm, I can do it on my own, but that's okay, you can help me”, Christ this is a nightmare. 

I have to admit he’s a good helper, he caught on pretty quickly, it seems like we always did this, dancing around the kitchen, like a couple, ugh, Y/N don’t go there, you can let anyone into your life, is not wise, not right now. 

We had breakfast and it was almost 11:00 am so I decided to go to work so my dad wouldn't come to my apartment and worry. I don’t like that he worries about me; I feel like a burden. I know he’s my dad, but we suffered enough when mom left us.

“Sorry James, I don’t want you to think I’m kicking you out, but I have to go to work, I have an early shift today”, hopefully he doesn’t start questioning me. 

“That’s okay Y/N, I need to go to my apartment anyway, thank you so much for everything you did, I owe you a big one”

“You don’t owe me anything James, happy to help, please take care of yourself, no alcohol for today, and here” I give him the rest of the chilaquiles, he seems to like them, “I don’t think you’ll want to cook for the day, so enjoy it”

BUCKY’s POV

She gave me the rest of the breakfast and I walked into my apartment, I was intrigued by Y/N. She's a really nice person, but that room, that photo? She must have something going on, something bad, no one is that mysterious just because. She doesn’t seem to have friends or go out, always in her apartment or working. 

Damn, I need a job, I open my laptop and start looking for jobs in my field, I need something now, I send a lot of emails to try my luck, hopefully someone want to interview me, then, my phone starts ringing, ugh, who is it, I see the contact, my mom, I’ve been dodging her calls for a month.

“Hey mom”

“James, it's dad, my phone is at home”

“At home? Where are you guys? everything is alright?” I hear my dad sigh

“Your mom is sick James, she’s been trying to call you for a month, she’s in the hospital ever since, we don’t know what to do, the insurance doesn’t cover all the treatment” 

I was in a state of shock, many feelings invaded me at that moment, stress, despair, guilt and anger. My mom is an incredible woman, she doesn’t deserve this, I need to make sure she recovers from this no matter what. “How much do you need dad, I can’t go home but I can send you the money, mom will get through this dad, don’t worry, she’s strong” 

“We need $50,000 so far, but is only been a month, so I don’t know what we are going to do James, I’m working two shifts and Becca’s thinking about taking a semester off to help out too” 

He sounded helpless. I hate to hear him like that, one of the reasons for my sudden departure was so they wouldn't have to worry about feeding one more person. 

“Give me this week dad, I’ll call you on Saturday, okay? I’m going to talk to my boss and ask him for a loan, we are going to get through this” 

“I’m sorry James, I didn’t want to call, but mom want you to know and then with the cost going up I’m really overwhelmed” 

“Don’t worry, we will talk later, take care of ma, whatever she needs, let the staff take care of it, okay? I manage the payment later and tell Becca not to drop out school, she needs to keep studying, I love you dad”, I hang up and run my hand through my face, fuck, what am I supposed to do? I need that money, I have my savings, it is definitely not much, almost $12,000, I can send my dad 10 and live with the rest till I find a job. And then I remembered the picture in Y/N’s room, fuck, I can't believe I’m thinking about this, but my mom needs me, she'd totally flip out if she found out how I got the money, but I can worry about that later, I need to her to be healthy first.

I open my laptop again and start my research about Bruce Wayne, no kids, he had a wife but she left him because he was so immersed into work, he didn’t have the time to be with her, she obviously drain him in the divorce, but being one of the richest men in the country that didn’t make a dent in his wallet. No current girlfriend, just a lot of arm candies for PR purposes, if Y/N’s his girlfriend or sugar baby must be really private, she is not in any pics, but she said she had an early shift today, maybe he needs her early, my mind was racing, thinking how can I do this without getting caught, first I need a new mail and a VPN, I can let them trace my IP address, done, then send the mail, just a little sneak peak of the pic, but, I can’t show the photo without raising suspicions, I need to send an email first and if they answer I send the pic in the next one, hopefully is in one or two days and most importantly… I need to keep my “friendship” with Y/N, I need to make her trust me, maybe she could tell me the truth eventually and if Wayne doesn’t answer maybe I can make her fall in love with me, she totally could give me the money I need, PERFECT, let’s get to work.

A little footnote: chilaquiles are a Mexican dish, you can have them for breakfast or lunch, they’re made of tortilla chips, chicken, steak or eggs, green or red sauce, onion, cheese and sour cream- They are good for hangovers when you make them spicy. It's an easy Mexican recipe, if someone want to try them you can ask me the recipe or search for it on google.

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[babymetaldoll]

Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler (MGG / Reader)

(Not my gif, thank you to whoever made it! )

Requested: Yes :)

Vivir en cuarentena con Matthew, y él hace en vivos por Instagram con y/n respondiendo preguntas de fans

Category: Fluff

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader

Summary: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 💜

Warnings: Nope

Word count: 2,2K

Masterlist

A/N: I am so sorry this request took me forever!!  Hello guys!!  thank you for all your comments, and love 💖 You are awesome!! hope you have a great week!!

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Living in quarantine isn't as bad as many people think. It all depends on who you are spending your time locked in with. (Y/N) knew it pretty well, 'cos she had been locked with her husband, Matthew Gray Gubler, in their shared house for the last month.

And even when most people were sick and tired of being home, (Y/N)and Matthew managed to keep themselves busy and mentally sane. In fact, you could feel more stressed considering there was a pandemic and no one could see their loved ones and friends. But being with Matthew made it all so much bearable.

Considering Gubler's job kept him busy most of the time during a normal year and that he didn't have many chances to be home the way he was now, he enjoyed it.

Sleeping in was heaven. And the fact he could stay in, wearing pajama and kimonos, just enjoying his wife's company, was what he needed.

He didn't realize he needed to take a break after years of hard work until he was forced to do it. And god, it felt good.

(Y/N) would keep herself busy writing and reading while Matthew painted and draw by her side.

Their daily activities included: trying new recipes at least three times each week. Gubler would always come with some random exotic dish he always wanted to recreate. And six of eight times, he nailed it.

They would also spend a day in their pajamas doing nothing. Usually, it was Sundays. That was their official cuddles day. Just movies, ice cream, and cuddles.

Matthew also started teaching (Y/N) some magic tricks. She had insisted a few times, but he was very reluctant to do it at first.

- "A magician never shares his tricks, Bunny"- he argued for days.

- "Ok, but what if I am a magician too? Then it would be ok?"

(Y/N) was sitting on his lap, playing with some curls of his hair between her fingers. They were in their backyard, having a picnic. They had set a blanket and had some cookies (Y/N) had baked, along with two tall ice coffee Matthew had prepared, with an obscene amount of whipped cream.

- "And how are you planning to be a magician if you don't know any trick?"- he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

- "Just because you haven't taught me any trick doesn't mean I don't know any!"- she answered, pretending to be insulted.

- "My wife can do magic, and she never told me?"

- "There are a lot of things about your wife you still don't know"- (Y/N) teased and smiled at him.

- "Bunny, we are locked in this house until further notice. I think I have enough time to find out all those things I haven't seen in the last years."

(Y/N) had finally convinced him when she showed him a simple card trick her father had taught her when she was a kid. Gubler got so excited he even presided a ceremony to name her an official magician and invited their friends to be part of it via zoom. Everybody enjoyed their magic tricks and shared a good hour of fun and laughter with them, just like they would do live.

It felt good to be with their loved ones, even if it was just online.

That gave Matthew an idea.

- "Hey, Bunny!"- he walked into the kitchen holding his phone, scrolling down his Instagram feed.

- "What is it, honey?"- (Y/N) asked him as she kept chopping vegetables for dinner.

- "I was thinking maybe I should start doing Instagram live streamings with the fans. Maybe do some magic tricks, tell jokes. I don't know."- (Y/N) raised his eyes from the food and smiled.

- "Sounds awesome! when do you wanna start?"

- "Now?"- he answered a little hesitant

- "And what do you have in mind?"

- "Maybe answering questions and asking them if hanging out via Instagram is something they'd like to do."

(Y/N) chuckled and walked to her husband, pinching his cheeks, making him giggle.

- "You are so adorable, Gub. Like anyone wouldn't love to hang out with you."- he blushed and shook his head.

- "Ok, I'm gonna do it here anyway."

- "While I'm cooking?"- (Y/N) looked confused

- "Yes, I want you near so you can stop me when I start rambling"- (Y/N) laughed and kissed her husband's lips sweetly.

- "I can't stop your rambling, Gubler. But I can mute the video"- she teased, and he pecked her lips, chuckling.

- "Just stop me when I start saying anything embarrassing."

- "Deal."

No one could say Matthew Gray Gubler didn't care about his fans. He was committed to being always nice to anyone who would ask for a picture or an autograph. Why? Because nothing made him happier than making people happy. And if his job gave people joy, he honestly felt his life had a purpose.

That's why he enjoyed his improvised IG stream so much. He just sat on a couch nearby the kitchen and started talking with fans, answering questions.

- "Where am I spending my quarantine? Here is my hunted treehouse. I don't think I had ever been home this much, and it's been awesome."- Gubler stood up and started walking around the room.

- "Who am I spending it with? my gorgeous wife, of course,"- he said and pointed the phone at (Y/N), who was still cooking dinner. She simply waved and smiled

- "She is making sure I eat proper food now... Bunny, people are asking what you are cooking."

- "Pad thai"- she answered with a huge grin- "Gubler's request for tonight's dinner."

- "Maybe we could make a cooking class one day,"- Matthew suggested, and the screen started filling with "YES!!" immediately- "I could teach people how to burn every pan in the house, and you can cook."

(Y/N) nodded, laughing.

- "You can teach everybody how to make the best hotcakes."- (Y/N) answered and walked away from the phone.

It wasn't that she didn't like being part of her husband's activities, but she figured she wasn't really that important. Fans were there to see him, not her.

But Matthew followed her.

- "Yeah! I'll make my famous chocolate chip hotcakes, and you will have to top them!"- (Y/N) laughed and looked at her husband, raising an eyebrow.

- "Battle of the hotcakes?"

- "Yes!"

- "Set a time and a place, and I'll be there"- (Y/N) put her hands in her waist and raised an eyebrow, looking as serious as she could fake it.

- "Tomorrow, noon, here in our kitchen, because we can't leave the house,"- Gubler answered and mimicked his wife's attitude, still streaming everything.

- "Bring it, Gub."

And just like that, another livestream was scheduled.

The next day, at noon, Matthew streamed the funniest hotcake competition there had ever been seen by humankind. At least that's what he described.

- "Let's say it's a tie"- Gubbler decided and finished the last piece of hotcake in his dish- "I'll leave a poll in my stories so you can decide what you wanna see in tomorrow's live."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) asked, surprised- "Which are the options?"

- "Magic tricks or... I don't know. I didn't think this through"- he answered, making his wife giggle.

- "Maybe you could make a Rumple reading"- and Gubler's eye brightened at the idea

- "With my Rumple costume?"

- "I don't see why not"- Gubler looked at the screen and grinned like a kid.

- "Ok, you'll decide, magic classes or Rumple reading."

It was a draw. That's why Gubler did a Rumple reading the next day and decided to prepare a magic class with his wife for later that week.

His followers were having a blast with each one of their streams. Matthew would always try to take a step back and let his wife shine in front of everybody. He thought she was so funny the world needed to see more of her.

And (Y/N) always tried to be the best sidekick for her husband. Helping him make his streamings as fun as possible.

For the Rumple reading, Matthew sat in an armchair by the fireplace, dressed like Rumple, and read the whole book, impersonating voices and everything. Then, (Y/N) read the questions from the fans, and Matthew answered everything.

Gubler dressed like a classic magician for their magic streaming, and his wife was his assistant, helping him with each trick.

And by the end of the week, the people picked Q&A streaming with the two of them. It was the Friday "Chilling with the Gubs special."

- "Your girl is about to steal the whole show"- Shemar called Matthew that week and made him laugh- "She's the best part of the whole stream."

- "Don't flirt with my wife!"- he answered and chuckled.

- "I'm just saying she has a lot of potentials. She should try to do some stand-up comedy."

Gubler loved that comment, though. He knew his wife was awesome, and he wanted the world to know. As simple as that.

- "Ok, Bunny, ready to answer some questions?"- Gubler set the phone in front of them as they sat in their backyard. One more time, they had set a blanket in their favorite spot. And they had cookies and coffee.

- "Hit it!"

It was fun to do those things together. (Y/N) had never been one to be in the spotlight, but she loved being with Matthew. And if he was happy, so was she.

And it took only a second to see how happy Matthew was. He beamed each time he looked at his wife by his side.

- "Ok, this is a good one. What did we have for breakfast today?"- (Y/N) read and chuckled.

- "Good question. Waffles. (Y/N) made waffles, and I ate five, with ice cream. I'm gonna get so fat in quarantine"- the actor answered and felt his wife's hand in his hair.

- "What's your next project"- (Y/N) read- "Oh! that's a good one!"

- "But I won't say anything about it,"- Gubler answered and chuckled- "You'll have to stay tuned."

- "But I can assure you, it's amazing,"- (Y/N) added smiling- "How did you two meet"- the couple looked at each other and giggled.

- "At a party in my best friend's house"- she answered- "She was dating one of Matthew's friends, and they had a huge celebration when they moved in together."

- "And when I saw her, I knew I had to talk to her, but her friends didn't leave her alone."

- "Why didn't you just walked over and talked to me anyway?"- (Y/N) asked and crossed her arms on her chest

- "Because they were intimidating! and I am a shy guy!"- he explained- "I had to wait until you walked away to get yourself a drink to talk to you finally!"

- "You literally appeared by my side as soon as I walked away from them"- (Y/N) laughed, remembering the moment- "It was so funny!"

- "Hey! it might have been my only chance! I needed to take it!"- Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers, thinking he was glad non of that was in the camera angle.

- "And it worked"- (Y/N) answered and smiled at her husband, thinking as soon as that livestream was over, she was going to have a serious make out session with him

- "I'm glad it did. Quarantine would suck without you."

Gubler answered and smiled, thinking as soon as that stream was over, he was going to jump on her and kiss every inch of her body, just because she looked so beautiful that day.

- "Are you guys planning on having kids?"- (Y/N) read and turned all kinds of pink. There was a silence between the couple as they just looked at each other and shrugged.

- "We'd make cute babies"- Matthew answered- "And we could clearly keep them entertained."

(Y/N) laughed and shook her head.

- "We are not streaming that!!"

- "What?"

- "The baby-making part!"- she joked, and Gubler blushed, laughing and falling back on the blanket.

- "That idea never crossed my mind!"

- "I had to say it! Just in case"- (Y/N) argued and chuckled.

She had thought about having babies in the last few months. But getting pregnant during a pandemic didn't sound like a good idea.

Or was it?

- "Ok, everybody. We are signing out for today"- Gubler announced and waved at the camera- "Take care, stay in your house this weekend, and we'll come back maybe next week."

- "Maybe people can suggest what they'd like to see"- (Y/N) said and looked at Gubler, smiling back at her.

- "I'll leave the option in one of my stories so that you can leave your suggestions. See you!!"

The livestream was over. Gubler left his phone aside and looked at his wife. She was sipping her coffee and fidgeting with her fingers on the fabric of her jeans.

- "We would make cute babies, though,"- Matthew whispered and watched her beam at those words. That was all he needed to know.

- "You would spoil them so much"- (Y/N) replied, giggling.

- "Only because they will be just like you, and I love to spoil you so much"- he opened his arms, and (Y/N) leaned in, resting her body against his.

- "So... do you wanna have a baby Gub?"- she whispered against his chest- her voice was muffled, but he heard her clearly.

- "I think I do. You?"- Gubler answered, feeling his heart beating faster.

- "Me too."

(Y/N) muttered and giggled. Matthew looked at her and leaned in a little closer, kissing her lips sweetly.

It was a massive step for them, and they were very excited to do it.

- "Do you wanna start now?"- Matthew suggested, and (Y/N) blushed immediately- "I mean... I was going to suggest sex before, but now..."

- "The sooner, the better, Gubler,"- (Y/N) replied and bit her lips- "After all, we are gonna have to do a lot of practice before we succeed."

[golden-barnes]

First of many

Summary: This is your first anniversary with Spencer. And it’s nerve racking.

Pairing: Spencer Reid X GN!Reader

Content/Warning: Just fluff cause I’m a softie. But a few curse words and mention of anxiety.

Word Count: 2,021

Author’s note: I wrote this for @homoose​ ‘s creator challenge because I love her Spencer fics. I am so happy that you reached 2k, you deserve it and more. 

Spencer was, scrolling through Netflix, while you were getting some snacks. He came across Pan’s Labyrinth, which was the first movie the two of you had ever watched. 

Very early on you had realized that Spencer hasn’t watched a lot of pop culture-relevant movies and that’s when you decided that they would have mini movie marathons to get him caught up. Spencer smiled at the memory that was in the first months of your relationship. And then it hit him, like a bag of bricks. 

Their first anniversary was coming up. Real soon. Like in two weeks soon. How could Spencer forget? He had an eidetic memory. It’s just that everything was just so fast and nice, that it seems like time passed him by and he didn’t even notice. He didn’t have to stress about anything, everything came naturally between you two. 

Yes, there were ups and downs. Spencer is a stubborn man and you can be even more stubborn. He would try to protect you by closing off, you would call him out on it. He had his bad days and you had her bad days too, but would always talk it out and resolve it.

He loved you with all his might and you had made this year incredible. He felt at home when he was with you. He never imagined being able to feel this love for a singular person. And he was excited to show you. 

One problem though; this was the first time one of his relationships has lasted more than a few months. He didn’t know how to start. He didn’t know the proper etiquette for anniversaries. Hell, he had never read any literature about how to celebrate an anniversary. Fuck, what was he going to do? 

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, while waiting for the popcorn to be done to get back to cuddling with your boyfriend, You had an inkling that you were missing something. It was like an itch you couldn’t scratch. You grabbed your phone to see if there was anything that would help you remember. But nothing. You still felt something wasn’t right. That’s when you saw it.

You knew you weren’t going to remember, you didn’t have Spencer’s memory. You wrote it on your calendar that was on the fridge. It was right there, with a red heart around the day and everything. Fuck.

Your anniversary was coming up. And you had no idea what to do. But that wasn’t the most stressful thing about the entire thing. It was that it was a reminder that you were Spencer’s longest relationship and this was the first time he has ever lasted a year with someone.

Spencer told you in the beginning about his woes and struggles with dating and being in a relationship. You found it adorable how nervous he was trying to figure out how to manage these relationship things. You even heard him talking to Derek and Luke one night to get advice. 

Thankfully, he was much more comfortable now and realized that he just had to be himself. But those first months were filled with you reassuring Spencer that he didn’t have to change or anything. That you loved him just the way he was.

That’s why you wanted to make this day special for Spencer. To celebrate that you have overcome multiple obstacles and are still together, one year later. To show him that he was the best boyfriend you could ever wish for. But, how can you do that? How can you make this the perfect day for the certified genius that was sitting in the living room? 

Out of all his friends, he knew only one of them could help him. Someone with the creativity, the passion for love, and the knowledge of you and that was Miss Penelope Garcia. Before he could even finish his sentence, she already knew what to do. 

She grabbed a piece of paper off her desk and started to scribble some words down. 

“Okay, boy wonder, you will meet me here after your last class. I will not accept any excuses. ” She gave Spencer a piece of paper. He smiled at his friend.

“Oh, I’m not done yet, mighty professor. How do you feel about shopping?” Spencer’s eyes widened. Shopping with Garcia wasn’t an easy thing, or so he heard from JJ.

“Hey, Reid! What are you doing here?” Luke said, poking his head from the door. 

“I- uhm. My classes are later in the day and I wanted to ask Garcia something.” Spencer told his friend, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Luke smiled at the brunet and turned his attention to Garcia. 

“It’s Spencer and Y/N anniversary in a couple of weeks and we are gonna help our beautiful genius.”  She said with the biggest smile. Luke laughed at Spencer’s confusion.

“Oh, this gonna be so much fun.” Garcia clapped.

You, on the other hand, were on a phone call with Emily ranting about it. You had no idea how to start. You knew what you were going to get him, sorta. Okay, you thought about one thing. But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel like enough.

“Y/N, calm down.” Emily laughed.

“Emily! Please, I need your help.” You groaned while Emily let another laugh. 

“How about a picnic?” She suggested.

“I don’t know. He probably won’t like the grass being close to the food. And then there’s all the people at the park. I don’t think Spencer would enjoy all the germs there must be. ” You rubbed your eyes, stressing out.

“Well, picnics don’t have to be in parks.” And that, folks, is why in Emily Prentiss we trust. You both started scheming to make this the best anniversary ever.

It wasn’t a competition but not even an unbiased jury of profilers and behavior specialists can decipher which one of you two was more nervous. 

On one hand, we had Spencer checking his gift that he put in the backseat so you wouldn’t be able to peak. His head wasn’t even in the conversation you were trying to form, keyword trying. He just felt his hands getting clammy. His heart was in his throat, not literally but he felt it. He had never done something like this.

Then, on the other hand, we had you. Gripping the steering wheel as if someone was going to rip it from you. You were trying to calm yourself down by talking with Spencer but he kept looking over his shoulder, staring at the gift he got you. He said he wasn’t gonna show it to you till you reached your destination. The minute you saw a big purple gift bag, you felt your heart stop. But also your brain starts to run. What if he didn’t like your gifts? 

You parked in front of the location and turned off the car. Spencer gave you a soft smile and grabbed your hand. He kissed it and rubbed the place where he planted the kiss.

“What was that for?” You giggled. 

“No reason. Just because I love you.” He gave you a wink. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a soft kiss.

“C’mon, sweetie. Let’s go.” You opened your car door and headed out. You entered the place, trying to set out everything.

“You can do this, Reid.” Spencer took a deep breath, grabbed the gift, and headed to where you were. 

Spencer knocked on the door and quickly you opened it. You gave him a smile and let him in. Spencer gasped.

“Ta-da!” It was an art gallery, filled with brand new paintings and unknown artists. But in the middle of the room, there was a blanket, a light candle, and a picnic basket. 

“What? I- How did you do this?" Spencer couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was just too overwhelming.

"Well, Emily Prentiss has friends in high places. And one of them just so happened to own this gallery." You explained, grabbing his hands leading him to the blanket. "So what do you think?" 

"I love it so much! It's- Woah." Spencer was speechless. His eyes were sparkling with love. He couldn't believe it.

"Did I just render doctor Spencer Reid speechless?" You joked, Spencer rolled his eyes.

"You know it's not that difficult for you." You smiled at his words. Spencer remembered his gift and started to scratch his neck nervously. How could he top this? What he didn’t realize is that you are still nervous.

"Do you- uhm- want to have your gift right now?" He grabbed the purple gift bag, clenching it close to his heart. 

“Well if you want to.” You said, trying to ease his discomfort. 

“I mean you already gave me my present and it was spectacular. It’s only fair and just that I give you yours. Obviously, if you want to wait it’s fine by me. Or if you don’t want it till we get home, I understand. I-” Spencer rambled, before being cut off by you.

“Spence, hey, calm down. First of all, this isn’t your only gift.” You stated. Spencer looked at you strangely. 

“Woah, it’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but this is enough. I mean look at this. This is incredible. I can’t believe you did this. I love everything about it. It’s the best way to have a picnic. ” He exclaimed. You chuckled at your boyfriend’s excitement. 

“It’s just a small thing. Don’t worry about it. Now.” You made grabby hands at him, and he laughed while giving you the gift. You opened the bag to see a familiar color purple ball of yarn, a box, and a little book.

“I know you like my purple scarf and since I take it to cases sometimes, so I made you one.” You pulled the scarf out of the bag.

“How?” You gasped. 

“Garcia took me to this recreational center she volunteers at and they had a knitting class. I don’t know, it just made sense.” Spence explained. 

“It’s even warmer than yours.” You said putting it around your neck. Spencer’s heart clenched. “Wait, there’s more. Right.” You pulled the box out of the bag and opened it. It was a simple gold necklace with an S on it. You gasped at the gift. 

“Spencer, I-” “That’s not all. Look at the book.” It was a simple leather small letter notebook. You gave Spencer a look, to which he responded by giving you a reassuring smile.

You opened it to see Spencer’s writing on the first page. 

Whenever you are feeling sad, lonely, or need a pick me up, read a page from this book.

With love, Spencer 

“They are a collection of love letters. Or messages meant to be in love letters, to you.” He said softly.

“Oh, Spencer!.” You pulled into a hug. He gripped you tightly. You pulled away and started peppering kisses all over his face.

“I love you so much.” You said, grabbing his face. He smiled. Something Spencer loved was when you hold his face in your hands. It made him feel safe and loved.

“And I love you.” He leaned in and kissed you. You pulled away first and gave him a smile.

“‘Now time for your present.” You opened the basket to pull out a box. Spencer grabbed the box out of your hands and started to take off the gift wrap. Spencer gasped, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

“You didn’t.” He said his eyes never leaving the book in his hands. You chuckled. Spencer had recently been going through all of his mom’s scrapbooks. And you would sit in his lap while he explained every picture and every article. It was like a therapeutic thing. So you decided you wanted to make one for you guys. 

“Oh but I did.” You winked at him. He went through the pictures with tears in his eyes. A year’s worth of memories, right there. He noticed there were a couple of blank pages.

“For the years to come.” You said softly. 

“For the years to come.” Spencer repeated.

[shinescape]

Extra Affection

Idol Taeyong x Fem Reader

Requested!

note: anon i hope you like this! Thank you for requesting. Enjoy <3

After finding out about the two new members in NCT, you were as excited as everyone else. Even when your boyfriend is in the group, he never told you anything about it. Sungchan and Shotaro were introduced during a special live event and that’s when your eyes sparkled more than ever.

Taeyong had texted you a few days before asking whether you could come to the company on Friday because he knew you’ve been dying to see the new members face to face. He texted while you were having dinner with your family and they got startled when you suddenly jumped out of your seat and started squealing.

“What is wrong with you? Sit down and eat quietly.” Your mother scolded you but you were too busy replying Taeyong to respond to her. “I’m going to see Taeyong this Friday, he’s introducing me to the new members!” You happily said as your father shook his head at your excitement.

“How did you make him date you is still a mystery. I won’t if I was him.” Your mother then added, “He has so many members to take care of and now you’re in the picture. I feel sorry for that boy.” You had a dead-pan look on while listening to their replies. “Thank you for being concerned. Our relationship is doing just fine.” You proudly said and continue to eat.

“Says the one who is not in a boy group of more than 20 people.” “Dad! Do you have too?” You rolled your eyes and started thinking of what outfit to wear on Friday, totally ignoring your parents blabbering about you being full of yourself.

Friday arrived and you had to discreetly make your way inside the building, making sure you blend in with everyone. It has been awhile since you last step into the huge entertainment building and it still awed you every time.

Security was sure tight in here but luckily you have the privilege to access the floors like all the other staffs. After walking through the long hallways, you finally found the practice room Taeyong had told you in his message.

He was currently practicing with the Make A Wish unit that he strictly told you to keep quiet about which you swore to keep your mouth shut. The muffled sound of music could be heard from outside as you rocked on your heels wondering if it was okay to barge in.

Right when you heard loud claps, you slide open the large door handle with your elbow since your hands were full. Obviously you can’t come empty handed, it felt wrong visiting without bringing anything. Especially when it has been a couple of weeks since you last met up with your boyfriend.

The moment you stepped in the room, all heads turned and only one came to greet you. You had a huge smile on when you finally saw his face up close. “I thought you weren’t coming.” He puckered his lips at you forgetting that there were other people in the room. “Taeyong, not now. They are watching.” An awkward laugh left your lips as the other just watched their leader being all sappy when earlier he was so serious trying to perfect the dance steps.

He pouted and took the paper bag in your hand. “You came with your car right? These look heavy.” “I took the train today.” You replied before going to greet the others. “Here, I bought drinks for everyone and some snacks.” You passed the drink carriers to Xiaojun who seemed extra happy that you were there.

You had met the other members except for Shotaro so you could recognise which one was him. The boys weren’t exactly close to you but they were accepting of your relationship with Taeyong and that’s enough to make you feel comfortable.

You were nervous but so was Shotaro, he didn't know who you were and suddenly everyone was around you talking and getting their favourite snacks from you. You walked up to him and saw how he smiled at you, unsure of what to say. “Hi, you’re Shotaro right?” He nodded shyly unfittingly for his tall figure.

You introduced yourself and passed him a different paper bag. “I bought Green Tea Latte and some cake for you. You like them right?” “Ah yes. Thank you.” He nodded again and took the paper bag from you. You couldn’t help but smile adoringly at him.

“How is he so adorable, Taeyong?” You turned to find your boyfriend but all eyes had been watching you since you secretly went to Shotaro. “How come he gets an obviously different drink then all of us?” Some were sipping their Iced Americano or Iced Peach Tea that you hastily bought. “I was in a hurry that’s why. Next time I’ll buy specific orders, alright guys?” You tilt your head innocently which they didn’t buy easily

“You weren’t in a hurry if you even got him a cake!” Doyoung said and the others nodded. You glared hard at Doyoung who obviously was up to fight you for your obvious favouritism. Taeyong was just there sipping his drink that you somehow remember and had no complaint about it. But your next words caught his full attention.

“Guys, you’re making Taro uncomfortable.” Taeyong had to make a double take at your words. “You’re giving him nicknames already? I’m leaving.” Taeyong pouted and walked to the doors, the other members were taunting and teasing how you’re done for.

You ran up to him and slung your arms around his. “Is someone jealous?” He looked at you and shamelessly nodded. You had the nerve to laugh at him and went to kiss his cheek. “Don’t be. You’re still my most favourite person.” A smile was slowly forming on his face as he turned back to the others with you.

“Well, that’s easy.” Lucas said when he saw both of you walking back to the circle they formed on the floor. “Of course, we love each other.” You said as a matter of fact which made the others gag and continue to eat as if they didn’t hear you say anything.

“I was planning on introducing Shotaro to you but you beat me to it.” He sighed as he rested his head on your shoulder, tired from dancing and practicing. “I’m sorry I was too excited that I can’t wait for you.” You patted his head. “I hope you like her Shotaro. She seems to adore you already.” Taeyong tiredly said to the younger boy.

Shotaro didn’t say anything and just smiled at both of you. “Just look at him. So cute.” You felt like pinching his cheeks or even hugging him but that would scare him. It was the first meeting after all and you don't want him to dislike you already even when you know he’s not capable of that.

Taeyong would be lying if he said he’s not slightly jealous at what’s happening in front of him. But seeing you smile and enjoying yourself around his members made him feel at ease. With the upcoming comeback, spending some time with his lover like this helped reduce his worries and stress from all the workload.

“Can you stay longer...just you and me later.” He whispered when the others were having a heated conversation among themselves. You took his hand and intertwined your fingers together.

“Of course. That’s why I’m here in the first place.” Both of you were already in your own world, sharing the events of each other's life when you suddenly asked him.

“When can I meet Sungchan?” He pulled away from you and groaned.

“When I say you can. Now let me hug you quietly.” Taeyong wrapped his arms around you as he listened to the other members talking and laughing.

Life may be hard at times but everyone he cared about were around him, especially you. And that was enough for him.

[ruthoakenshield]

Thorin, Fili, Emma and the Unusual Arrangement - Part 11

[Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10]

This tale is for 18+ readers only.

If smut, angst, fluff, backdoor entry, oral (m&f receiving), and threesome offend you, do NOT read below the cut!!!  

In this Alternate Universe Hobbit tale, Thorin and Company find an injured Dwarrowdam in the wild who is alone. They take her into the company and heal her, insisting that she stay with them so she stays safe. During  the quest, Thorin, Fili and the Dwarrowdam find themselves  in an unusual  arrangement out of necessity and by the will of the  Dwarven god, Mahal.  What is the unusual arrangement? Will the arrangement work out? Will the line of Durin survive the Quest and reclaim Erebor?

(I  do not claim ownership of any of Tolkien’s characters, languages or  places, nor do I claim ownership of  Tauriel’s character. )

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Balin sat on the bench watching you fighting Dwalin and Beorn stood in the doorway. “The little female is a feisty and quick little thing, isn’t she?” Beorn says chuckling as you get another hit on Dwalin. “Yes, she’s incredibly stubborn as well.” Balin replies.

The other Dwarrow are placing bets as they congregate on the porch to watch, making Beorn chuckle.

They both chuckle watching Dwalin get frustrated as over and over he disarms you and you seemingly as if by magic have another weapon in that hand. “How is it she has so many weapons, but still ended up being hurt with all of you around?” Beorn asks as he watches. Balin explains to him a little of what happened, leaving out certain details. Beorn nods. “Oh, I see.” He laughs when you pin Dwalin against the tree and make him drop the axes.

Fili and Thorin come around the corner of the building and see you and Dwalin fighting and see you pin him against the tree with your quick move. They decide to sneak up on you to see if they can capture you and take you off to talk someplace on the property. Thorin tries first, but you hear him coming and whirl around with Dwalin’s axes and hold him at axe point, surprising him.

Thorin sees the fury in your eyes and sees how angry you are with him. He raises his hands, and you growl. Thorin sees Dwalin get up and quietly as he can move behind you intending to pick up your sword to ‘rescue’ Thorin. Fili and the other Dwarves, Bilbo, and Beorn all watch eager to see how this pans out.

“Don’t even think of it, Dwalin.” You say as he starts to bend to pick up your sword. Thorin sees Dwalin freeze and look up at him shocked. Thorin smirks and tilts his head away to the side, letting him know to back off.

Thorin starts to slowly shift to your left, trying to distract you so you don’t see or hear Fili coming. Just as Fili swings trying to catch you by surprise, Thorin sees you duck. What he doesn’t see is that when you do so, you also swing low. Suddenly Thorin’s feet are swiped out from under him and continuing the motion, you catch Fili’s as well. Dropping them both in seconds. They both lie there on their backs stunned. “How did you do that?” Fili asks.

You explain about your Father training you, and hand Dwalin back his axes as he is roaring with laughter. Thorin gets up and helps Fili up while you and Dwalin both pick up all your weapons and you re-sheath them into your hidden holsters.

Thorin sees you pick up your sword last and look at it and sigh. “I miss using the Axes, I’m not as good with the sword as I was with the axes.” You say. “Then we help you get better with it.” Thorin says, happy to find something the two of you can do to spend time together and to help you get better at it. He is surprised and puzzles when you growl and snap at him, “I did not ask for your help in the matter.”

Thorin frowns and looks from Dwalin, who is also frowning and puzzled, to Fili who has the same expression. Thorin says, annoyed, “I am your Husband, it is my job to do that.” You growl and storm off around the side of the cabin, leaving the three of them and the spectators all standing or sitting there puzzled.

“What… is… her… problem?!?” Thorin growls. “Beats me, Thorin. But whatever it is she’s not happy with you.” Dwalin says, slapping Thorin on the back. Thorin rubs his face and growls. “How am I supposed to fix what’s wrong if she won’t let me talk to her?” he asks. “I haven’t a clue, Thorin. You’d have to ask someone who’s Married.” Dwalin tells him.

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Balin watches your reaction to Thorin and Fili charging in and frowns. “Oh, Lass, when are you going to forgive them and talk to them instead of pushing them both away?” he says quietly.

“What do you mean, Balin?” Bilbo asks, suddenly standing beside Balin. Balin sighs. “Something happened to Em when Thorin and Fili were with her and they did something that hurt her emotionally. It was unintentionally done and neither understand what it is that they did to upset her, and she is struggling to figure out how to deal with it, and is being stubborn. You have to remember, Bilbo, they all are new at this. Em and Thorin have only been a couple for a month. They haven’t had the time to get used to each other and haven’t learned to communicate yet in a healthy way. Sometimes Thorin has a short fuse and will say things that hurt people and not realize it.” Balin explains to Bilbo.

“Fili, is just getting started in this relationship and just did what Thorin had shown him. He didn’t realize how it was grating on Em’s nerves and she didn’t want to say anything since it was his day to learn. She didn’t want to spoil it for him. But he kept doing it apparently last night and this morning and she finally had enough. It sounds like she tried to talk to them and Thorin didn’t understand and reprimanded her. She let them finish but then locked herself in the bathroom till they left the bedroom, then has locked herself in the bedroom for the morning trying to work things out. She kept getting pestered by both Thorin and Fili knocking at the door, so she refused to answer.

I think she isn’t sure how to explain to Thorin what the problem is for fear of being reprimanded or disciplined again.” Balin explains.

Bilbo’s eyes open wide, “Ohhh!!!” he exclaims. They walk to the end of the porch and see you storming off to the far end of the property to the grove of trees. Balin also sees Fili following at a distance. “Be careful, Laddie.” He warns quietly. Balin and Bilbo watch as Fili follows you and you don’t seem to notice. He hides about a couple yards away and leans against a tree, watching you.

Balin sees you pull the necklace off you were wearing and you begin to spin it like a propeller. His eyes open wide when it slices off the tall grasses and also a few new tree branches. “How’d she do that?” Bilbo asks bewildered. “I’m not sure, Bilbo. Perhaps she’ll show us the necklace later on.” Balin replies.

They continue to watch you with the necklace and see Fili pull out his sword and disappear into the grove of trees. “What are you doing, Fee?” Balin says frustrated. They watch as you continue to spin the necklace and just as they see Fili step out next to you with his sword pointed up, they also hear the ‘clang’ of the necklace hitting the blade and wrap around it.

Balin sees Thorin and Dwalin start to move to see what made the noise. “Stop, you two. Let her be. She’s fine.” He warns. They look up at Balin and frown, then head back over to the Oak in the yard and continue to talk.

Balin goes back to watching and frowns. “Bilbo, where did they go?” he asks.

When Fili caught Em’s necklace on the sword, he yanked on it hard, and she went flying into his arms. He grabbed her free hand and she started to struggle. He pulled her over to the tree and backed her against it, then shifted over so I couldn’t see them.

Balin frowns for a moment. “Well, he is her One, and I don’t think he’ll do anything on purpose to hurt her. He’s of age, so there’s nothing we can do. Hopefully he can get her to calm down and finally talk to her and get this mess cleared up.” Balin says.

“Are you sure, Balin?” Bilbo asks, worried. “Yes, Bilbo. Fili loves her and he’s much better at dealing with upset and stubborn people than Thorin is. Fili just has a natural ability to be patient and calm in stressful situations. If anyone can get her to calm down and talk, it’ll be him. It takes a lot to make Fili lose his temper. Don’t worry, Bilbo. Em’s safe with Fili.” Balin assures him.

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About an hour later, Fili comes walking back up looking incredibly sad. “What’s the matter, Laddie?” Balin asks, seeing his face. “I just feel bad for Em.” He says sitting on the step next to Balin. “Did you get her to talk after ye pinned her to the tree?” he asks.

Fili chuckles. “Yeah, it took quite a while though, to get her to calm. She would calm for a few moments, then start to struggle again and I’d have to try to calm her again. I felt like I was trying to tame a wild beast who didn’t trust me.” He explains. “I didn’t dare let my guard down with her, knowing she was heavily armed and upset.” He says quietly.

Balin chuckles. “Fili, if anyone could tame her, it’d be you. You have more patience than any of the Durins alive.” Fili grins. “She finally let me take the necklace from her so she couldn’t use it and let me hold her. As soon as I sat down behind her and held her, she just broke down and bawled. I just held her and let her cry, then she was able to finally talk, and I asked her why she was so upset with us.

She explained what happened and why she was so upset. I feel so bad, Balin! I didn’t realize it was bothering her so much! She said she didn’t say anything cuz she knew I was supposed to be exploring and learning. I wish she’d have said something though. I know I was supposed to be giving her pleasures, but I also wanted it to be special for her too, not just for me.” He says sadly.

“Lad, you need to remember that she’s fairly new to this too. Both her and Thorin. She’s still learning to communicate her feelings regarding sex and intimacy. She said when I talked to her earlier, that she was just kind of ‘Dwarfed out’ and needed some alone time. I don’t blame her. She’s been stuck with us non-stop for nigh on 6 months now, with hardly a break. Even when she would go to bathe or freshen up, I suspect Thorin was following to keep an eye on her and keep her safe.” Balin says.

“And then all this with the dream from Mahal and Thorin’s quick courting of her so they could be married and learn what they could to teach you, it’s been an overwhelming lot for her to try to deal with in a short amount of time.” he explains.

Fili sighs and nods. “I gave her my courting beads and my first courting gift and asked if she’d be alright with me sharing with Uncle what she told me, so he’d understand why she’s acting like this. I told her we’ll give her some space and when she’s ready for us to sleep with her again, to come to us and let us know. She said she was fine with that and would let us know when she wanted to sleep and be intimate with us again.” He explains to Balin.

“That’s good of you Fili. You have more of a level head than Thorin does about these things. You may have to do this from time to time to smooth out squabbles they have. They both are stubborn Dwarves with short tempers.” Balin says chuckling. Fili sighs. “I know, Balin. I don’t mind if it helps to keep the peace.” He says. “I’m just worried about Uncle. Do you think the Dragon Sickness will affect him like it did Thror?”

Balin sighs and shrugs. “I don’t know, Lad, IF it does, we may have to hide Em away from him. We don’t need him getting her pregnant before you do. The first born she has will most likely be a male, and that needs to be yours, if you are to keep your place as Thorin’s heir. We’ll just have to keep a close eye on Thorin and Em. If we notice his behaviour changing, then we’ll have to put our heads together with Dwalin and come up with a plan to keep her safe.” Balin says quietly. Fili sighs and nods.

“Balin, where’s Uncle?” he asks. “Thorin, Beorn, Kili and Dwalin went off that way I’m not sure what they were doing.” He tells Fili. Fili stands and nods. “Thanks, Balin.” He says, then heads off in the direction that Balin indicated.

Fili found his Brother, Dwalin and Thorin talking with Beorn in his forge about making a pair of axes for you after seeing that demonstration. Beorn agreed to forge them and asked if Thorin wouldn’t mind him giving them to the “Little Female” to help keep her safe. “If the King of Mirkwood dares to take them from her he will have my wrath to face.” Beorn growls.

Thorin tells Beorn that is fine and asks Kili and Dwalin to help Beorn with designing it. Thorin sees Fili standing at the entrance to the forge and comes over. “Were you able to talk with her, Fee?” he asks. Fili nods and motions for Thorin to follow him. They go over by the fence where the ponies were grazing. Fili tells Thorin what all he had to do to get you to talk and Thorin’s eyes open wide. Then he frowns when he hears Fili say you broke down and just bawled. He feels bad hearing that you were so upset.

Fili tells Thorin what you had explained to him and Thorin drops his head, “Ohh, Em!” he exclaims and rubs his face, groaning. “I didn’t realize that she was getting upset by that! I’m sorry, Fili.” He apologizes. “I know Uncle. I didn’t realize it either. She didn’t say anything about it cuz she didn’t want to hinder my exploring and learning, and didn’t want to ruin my special day and discourage me. I get it, it’s understandable.” Fili tells his Uncle.

“But you giving her that swat on the rear and the reprimand after she tried to tell us what she was feeling, made her feel like you were treating her as a impudent pebble and not as your Wife. It hurt her a lot emotionally, and made her frustrated that she didn’t communicate it right, so we could understand. I think she felt like we weren’t listening or paying attention to her needs and only seeking ours. That’s why she’s so upset. She tried to tell us how it was making her feel and tried to show us how frustrating it was for her, but we didn’t understand that was what she was trying to say and do. She was trying to remind us that we’re not giving and taking, we’re just giving it to her. When she’d give it back to us, we’d get upset.” Fili explains.

Thorin groans, nods, and sighs, “I owe her an apology.” He says. “Where is she, Fee?” She’s over by the grove of trees at the corner of the property. Uncle, she asked if we’d just give her some space for a while. She said she’s needing a break from being intimate, that she’s sore and just needs a break from the constant attention. I told her we’d give her some space and let her come to us when she’s ready to be intimate again. I don’t blame her, it’s been a lot of constant ‘practice’ for her and then all the sex yesterday. I’m sure she’s still reeling from it all.” Fili explains. Thorin looks sad, but nods. I will let her have her space. I understand what you’re saying, Fee.” He says. “Thanks for talking with her and letting me know.”

Thorin walks back to the forge and asks Beorn if he would mind letting him pick a small bouquet of flowers to give to Em. “Go ahead, Thorin, I do not mind.” Beorn tells him. Thorin goes and picks some flowers for you and takes a cloth and gets it wet in the bucket at the well, then he ties it around the base of the flowers with some twine and goes to find you.

You’re sitting against the tree, looking sad and staring off into nowhere. Your eyes were red-rimmed and there were tear tracks down your cheeks. Thorin saw Fili’s courting braids next to his marriage ones and smiles. He slowly comes up to you and you glance up and see him.

It makes his heart ache seeing the sad look in your eyes. He kneels down and offers you the flowers. “Fili told me he talked with you and informed me why you were so upset.” He tells you. “I am incredibly sorry, Sweetheart. I did not understand what you were trying to tell us. I am sorry I reprimanded you and swatted your ass like I did. Will you forgive me?” he asks.

Your eyes will up with tears, and you nod. He places the flowers against your lap. “Love, what can I do to make things right between us? What do you need?” he asks. “Just hold me for now.” You say quietly between sobs.

Thorin comes over and sits beside you, his back to the tree. “Come here, my Love.” He says quietly and you crawl over into his lap and cuddle against him and quietly cry. “Honey, if something we do from now on, is bothering you, please, tell us right away. Just say, “Thorin/Fili, please stop doing that” and tell us what we’re doing that is making you annoyed or whatever you are feeling. We can be a bit dense, as you can see. I’m sorry we got upset with you when you tried to tell us before. And I’m sorry we were not receiving what we were giving out. I did not realize it was bothering you that much.” He murmurs and holds your head in his hand as you tucked it under his chin.

You nod and sigh, feeling better that you finally were able to make Fili understand, and that he could make Thorin understand what you were feeling.

“We will give you your space, Love and will let you rest in peace tonight. If you change your mind and get too cold or lonely, we will be in the barn or wherever the rest of our company decided to sleep.” Thorin says. “We love you Em. I Love you more than anything in this world. You are a treasure and a rare gift. I am incredibly blessed to have a part of it. I am sorry I hurt you with my words and actions and am glad that you forgive me. We are all still learning, Sweetheart, please be patient with us. Just remember we love you and do not wish to hurt you or make you do anything you do not wish to do.” Thorin coos.

“Fili and I will do our best to keep you safe and happy. I look forward to the time Erebor is ours, and is cleaned and put back in order and we stand at the gates and welcome our Kingdom back into their rightful home.” He murmurs. “I look forward to the day I can place a golden crown on your head and introduce you to our subjects as my Wife and our Queen.” He purrs and kisses your forehead, then rests his against it.

“I am sorry I got mad at you after I got done ‘practicing’ with Dwalin. I should’ve asked you, but I was still mad at you and needed something large to pummel. I figured Dwalin was the only one who could probably take it and not get upset; and I didn’t want to fight you yet. I wasn’t ready to deal with you.” You say quietly and look down.

“Hey,” Thorin says softly, tilting your head to look at him. “It’s alright, Love. Dwalin didn’t mind. It amused him greatly that you were able to pin him to the tree like you did. He kept saying, “I’d disarm her and think I had her finally, and then ‘poof!’ she had another weapon in the hand that I just had disarmed, as if it were some magic trick!” Thorin mimics. You giggle, “Did you see what Fili, Elladan and Elrohir did to the staff you and Fili made me?” you ask.

“No, I don’t think I did. What did they do to it?” Thorin asks. You giggle and say, They cut it in half, then made long gaps in it and inserted blades into it so when it’s pulled apart I have two long, thin blades that will never need sharpening.” You giggle. Thorin laughs and asks, “So how many weapons now do you have, between those on your harnesses, boots and inside you plus what the Elves of Rivendell gave us?” Thorin asks.

He grins, seeing you counting them in your head. You giggle and reply, ninety-eight.” Thorin’s jaw drops and he just laughs… hard… “Oh, Sweetheart, you are definitely Fili’s One! I’m going to have to start calling you my little bodyguard once we get back to Erebor!” he exclaims. You grin. “Did you see what Elrond and Arwen gave me?” you ask. Thorin shakes his head.

You take off the flower necklace and let Thorin look at it. He examines it and hands it back to you. “It’s pretty.” He replies. You grin and stand. Thorin watches as you start to spin it over your head like a slingshot, and walk over to the tree and let it lob off one of the young branches. Thorin hears the humming and his eyes open wide when he sees the branch fall and you slow the swing of the necklace and it finally stops. “How did you do that?” he asks. You toss the branch to the side and then sit back in Thorin’s lap. You show him how it opens, and his eyes open wide. He can tell the blades are razor sharp.

You close the flower back up and explain that as you spin it on the chain, the momentum opens it and allows you to slice through anything that gets in it’s path, and that Elrond showed you how to use it for fighting or for protecting yourself. Thorin nods. “A weapon hidden in plain sight.” He says with a smirk.

Grinning, you nod and hook it back around your neck. Then you carefully lift off the other necklace and show it to Thorin. “DO NOT touch the white claw part. It WILL freeze you to death if you do. If the runes on it glow red, it’s warning you not to touch it, if it glows blue, it means it accepts the person holding it as it’s owner.

Fili said Arwen and Elrond told him that only females may wield it and that it chooses who can touch it and who cannot. They told him that if anyone tries to take it from me by force, it will anger the dragon in the necklace and it will instantly freeze them to death through the gold sheath when they grab ahold of the necklace, without them even touching the dragon’s claw itself.” You warn.

Thorin’s eyes get wide. Where did they get a Cold-Drake’s enchanted claw? Those Dragons no longer exist!” Thorin exclaims, looking at it in awe. ‘Arwen’s female relative killed the last one and took it’s claw and enchanted it, then made this necklace. It’s been passed down through the females in her family. They gave it to Fili go give to me saying that I’ll need it to help kill the Dragon should it still be found to be alive in our mountain.” You explain.

Taking the claw from Thorin, you show him how it opens, and he sees it glow blue when you open it. You run your finger along it, caressing it and he sees it does not harm you. “How are you able to touch it and not be frozen?” he asks.

“It will never harm it’s owner. Neither the enchantment nor the weapon itself.” You explain. But do not EVER touch this part of the weapon and DO NOT ever let anyone else touch it either. I do not need to lose my loved ones because they mistakenly touched it.” You warn and close it.

You put it in his hands and tell him to carefully open it. He does and sees the runes immediately glow red in warning. He nods and closes it back and carefully drapes it over your head. “Keep this on you at all times once we leave these walls. Do not take it off for any reason other than to fight. And immediately put it back on when you finish.” He warns. You nod.

“Thorin, Arwen and Elrond warned Fili that I am never to give this weapon up to anyone other than whatever Daughter of mine it chooses to be it’s next owner. If we get captured by Thrandy, and he or his Elves try to make me give it up, I won’t be able to, not even if he threatens the company’s or your life.” You say quietly and look down at it.

“I understand, my Love. It is a very rare weapon and there are few left like it. Always warn someone if they reach out to try to take it from you. That way their blood is on their own head and not yours. Unless it is an orc or goblin, of course.” He amends. You giggle and nod. “Thorin, what do you want me to do if you start to suffer from the Dragon Sickness and you try to take it from me? It’s coated in gold!” you ask quietly.

Thorin sighs. “I cannot promise I will not try to take it from you, my Love.” He says sadly. “If you notice my attitude changing towards you and Fili, I want you both to flee. Go away as far as you can, unless Mahal tells you otherwise, then go where he directs. I do not wish to hurt either of you. You are as much his One as you are mine. If I begin to slip into the madness, flee until I either succumb to it or defeat it.” He says, caressing your face. “Promise, me you both will do that!” he says urgently. “PLEASE, EM.” He demands. You look sad and promise to do as he wishes.

“Thorin, tell Balin, Dwalin and Fili that too before we leave these protective walls, so it’s not just me keeping watch over you.” You ask. He cups his hands around your face and touches his forehead to yours. “I will, my Love. I will tell the entire company. No matter what happens from the time we leave Beorn’s walls on, know that deep down in my heart, I will always love and cherish you, despite what the sickness may make me do or say. I will try to fight it, but I cannot guarantee that it will not overcome me.” He says sadly.

You sigh and look sad. “Thorin, can we join and just sit and rock for a little bit. I just need to feel you inside me gently rocking once more before we leave.” He nods and shifts further back into the tree line and bushes to give you more privacy. He leans against a tree and undoes his laces and pulls out his member then strokes it till it’s hard. You take your hidden flap on your pants and undo the tie, flipping it open. You tie it to your other thigh.

Thorin’s eyes get wide. You giggle, “What? How else did you expect me to go to the bathroom without having to completely undress my bottom half with all these harnesses on!” you exclaim. He chuckles and you come up to him and lower yourself slowly onto his member. You both groan as it slowly fills you.

Sighing, you rest against Thorin’s chest and he wraps you in his arms. The two of you rock and you feel him shifting inside you. You smile and the two of you just stay like that for a while. “Em, when we leave these walls, will you hide my dagger inside you again, like you had it when we first met? If the Elves discover your harnesses and make you remove them, I want you to still have this one if possible, just be careful how you bend and move, I spotted it when the light caught the gems on the handle and could see it when you knelt at the lake as you washed your clothes.” He warns. You nod and let him hold you.

“If you have to leave because I am being taken by the sickness. Give the dagger to Dwalin and tell him to leave it in my chambers. If I succumb to the sickness, tell him I told you that I wish to be buried with it in my hand, as it was your gift to me on our wedding night and is precious to me.” He tells you. You nod. “I love you, Em. Always remember that.” He says and hugs you tightly.

“Thorin, will you cum inside me one more time? Then I will need a break for a while, I’m needing a breather after this. I’m kind of ‘sexed out’. Give me a few days to just be, and rest from it all.” You ask. “I will do whatever you need, my Love.” He tells you.

Thorin holds you and shifts onto his knees. You wrap your legs around his hips, and he rocks and picks up the pace gradually, until you both cum with a soft moan in each other’s necks. He rocks a little as he holds you while you both come down, then he slows to a stop. “Is that what you needed, my Love?” he asks. You nod. “Thank You,” you say and caress his beard. You kiss him softly and he moans quietly. “I love you Em. I love you SO much.” He says as you slowly pull off and he cleans you up then himself while you readjust your flap.

Thorin stands and pulls you to his chest and holds you, leaning against the tree. You let him hold you as long as he needs. He kisses the top of your head and sighs. “It’s getting late, I’m sure Bombur will have supper ready soon.” He tells you. You nod and Thorin takes your hands and kisses them both. Thank you for letting me talk and apologize and make love to you one more time before we must leave here.” He tells you. You reach up and caress his beard “Thank you for coming and apologizing I felt so empty being mad with you and Fee. Like a huge chunk of me was missing.” You tell him. “It feels better now that we’ve made up.”

Thorin smiles and nods. “Come, grab your flowers and let’s go and eat.” He tells you. You nod and walk to them, pick them up and take Thorin’s hand and you follow him back to the house.

Everyone smiles seeing you two come into the house holding hands and getting along. “You two made up?” Bofur asks. You nod. “Good.” He says and you chuckle.

It is crowded with Bombur moving around trying to get supper made and Bofur helping to keep him on track. Thorin tells you he’s gonna go see what everyone is up to. So, you climb up into Beorn’s chair and enjoy smelling your flowers while you watch Bofur and Bombur. A few little white mice come join you on the chair and you squeak at first, seeing them; but they look at you with such an adorable face that you gently reach out a finger to them. One brave little one scampers over and takes it in his hands and looks all over for food, when it finds none, it rubs itself against you and you grin at how soft it is. “Oh! You are so soft, little mousie!” you exclaim.

Bofur grumbles how they keep coming on the table looking for food. “Well, it is their home, Bofur. It won’t hurt to give them a little of the food. I’m sure they are hungry too and think your cooking smells delicious and want a sample.” You say, stroking his ego a little bit with some flattery. He pauses, looks at you and chuckles. He gives you some cheese and bread that you share with the little white mice. You are immediately their friend, and they spend the rest of the night following you around to everyone’s amusement.

Beorn comes in when supper is ready, and he chuckles seeing you sitting in his chair with his little white mice crawling all over you and you’re giving them little bits of cheese and bread as you nibble on the food yourself. “Ohh, little female, now you’ve gone and done it. They’ll be following you around for the rest of the night!” he says with a grin. You giggle. “They are so soft and cute!” you say. And he chuckles. “Here, little Lass, I have a gift for you.” He tells you as he comes over.

You hop down off of his chair and come over to the footrest where he set the bundle so you could open it. You untie it and giggle with glee seeing two sharp axes. They are carved with a roaring bear’s head on both sides of each of them, and the Durin border down each side of the handle. “If anyone east of here tries to take these from you and I find out, they will have to answer to me and face my wrath. I have made these for you as a gift of friendship. You are always welcome here. I know you have many weapons, but these you seem to fight better with than with your sword. May they serve you well, little female.” He tells you. You giggle at his name for you.

Picking them up, you feel they are well made and perfectly balanced. Grinning, you crane your neck up to him and give him a beaming smile. “Thank you, Beorn for the wonderful gift! They are perfect for me!” you tell him and hug his leg, since it was all you could reach. He chuckles and reaches down to pat your back gently. “I am glad you like them. Perhaps after supper you can give them a try.” He suggests and you grin and nod. He picks them up and sets them aside, for now. “Let us eat now, you all I’m sure have packing to do. Is there anything else you need, little female?” Beorn asks.

You think for a minute then say, “Herbs for the morning tea Oin gives me, and sturdy cloth to make patches with on my new clothes. The Elves didn’t realize the holes were supposed to be there, so I have to cut holes in the new clothes they made for me, and sew fake patches on top to keep the flaps down, so it doesn’t scream, ‘hidden weapon located here’.” You say. Everyone giggles. “I will see what I have for you, little female.” Beorn tells you and you all sit and eat.

Once you all are done eating and have rested your bellies for a little bit, Beorn hands you your new axes and you grin, spin them in your hand and march outside to the cheers of the Dwarrow. It was getting dark out and was going to make it a bit more challenging for you, but you didn’t mind. Your Adad trained you well.

[miyanom]

Sweet Tea in the Summer

MASTERLIST | REQUESTED BY: @goodandevil18 

GENRE: fluff

PROMPT: “Did you seriously just climb through my window?”

NOTES: I’m so sorry for the long wait! But here is the Zuko oneshot that was requested, I’m hoping to be able to get the Sokka one out soon, but the words for this were just flowing out. 

Zuko sat in front of the pond, though his back was turned to the turtle ducks that usually took up all his free time in the afternoon. Instead, his attention was entirely focused on the girl sitting across from Aang and Katara as they all drank tea together in the garden.

During the war, when he was training Aang, it was easier to ignore his blossoming feelings for his old friend as she spent most of her time with Katara or Sokka. But now that she was practically living at the palace with her father as one of his council members, it was harder to ignore that she existed.

Y/N threw her head back in laughter, but Zuko couldn't hear what Aang said. Not that it mattered much to him, not when Y/N looked like an absolute angel with the sun shining down on her like that.

"Zuko, why don't you come join us?" Katara called out, finally snapping the boy out of his thoughts. The Water Tribe girl - who had refused to call him by his official title ever since his coronation - stared at him with a knowing look in her eyes.

"I-" His voice came out fairly squeaky, causing him to quickly avert his gaze as a blush crept onto his cheeks. He cleared his throat with a quiet cough before attempting. "I can't. I have a meeting to get to."

"Oh, come on," Y/N rolled her eyes, a grin taking over her features. "You're Fire Lord Zuko. I believe that means you can stay for one cup of your uncle's new Tea, without your council getting too annoyed."

Zuko's eyes flickered to her for just a second, before he stood up and turned around to head inside. The simple phrase "I'm already late" leaving his lips as he left.

Y/N stared at Zuko's retreating figure with a frown. A sigh escaped her lips as she lifted her cup back up, taking a small sip of the sweet tea Uncle Iroh had prepared for them.

Katara crossed her arms. "I seriously don't know how you put up with him all the time," she grumbled. "I've only been here for two days and I already-"

"Sweetie," Aang spoke up sweetly, his soft smile immediately relaxing Katara.

Y/N's eyes flickered between the young couple, they had been dating for 2 years now. Ever since the war ended. Y/N found their relationship cute, even if Sokka had gotten to the point where hearing "sweetie" one more time would make him jump into Unagi infested waters.

"I don't understand how it was so easy for you two," Y/N muttered. "Going from friends to- to this!" She waved her hand in the direction of the couple who had just shared a kiss right in front of her. "I want it to be that easy for me and-"

Y/N suddenly cut herself off with a fake cough, looking down in embarrassment.

"For you and Zuko," Aang finished for her. "Is that what you wanted to say before you coughed?"

"Yeah, thanks, Aang," Y/N rested her forehead against the palm of her hand, not wanting to look at her friends.

"Oh, come on, Aang. Who else would she be talking about?" Katara giggled.

"I can't believe you two are making me wish that Sokka was here right now."

"What would he do that we can't?" Katara asked, sounding annoyed that her best friend would even suggest wanting her brother's company more than her own. "Sokka gives the worst relationship advice! Just ask Zuko!"

"Zuko asked Sokka for advice?" Y/N lifted her head. "Why? About who?"

"Sweetie!" Aang glanced at Katara, whose eyes widened as she realised what she had said. "No one, Y/N. It was a looong time ago. Right, Katara?"

"Right!" Katara squeaked, nodding her head a few times.

Y/N stared at the two with a raised brow, not believing them for even a second. "You two are the worst liars I have ever met. And I know Sokka!"

"We aren't supposed to say. I'm sorry, Y/N," Aang frowned. "He made us promise."

"Why though? Please, give me something to work off here," Y/N begged.

Realising this might be the only chance she had to convince Y/N to say something, Katara quickly spoke up. "You should tell him how you feel tonight! Before he gets advice from someone better than Sokka."

Y/N visibly deflated at that. "Why would I do that if he likes somebody else?" She let out a sigh as she stared down into her tea cup. "I guess it makes sense, he has been avoiding me recently, and just brushes me off when I do get the chance to speak to him."

Aang and Katara shared a look. Y/N wasn't just overthinking things here. Zuko had been brushing her off recently, but that was because of Sokka's stupid advice. It had nothing to do with Y/N.

"You have to try, Y/N," Katara told her. "You'll only be more heartbroken if you don't. And... and if it doesn't work out, then I guess you can come live with me in the South."

Y/N let out a quiet laugh. She had been pestering Katara about that for weeks now, saying that if her best friend in the Fire Nation had gotten sick of her then perhaps it was time to go visit Katara and Sokka's home for awhile. It didn't hurt that it was currently summer in the Fire Nation, and a refreshing break to the snow would be nice this time of year.

"Okay, but when he rejects me and tells me he never wants to see my face again, then I hope you know that I will never leave the South Pole."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," Katara smiled softly.

Zuko sat his desk, his head in his hands. He didn't even have any meetings today, he didn't know why he said that. Honestly, he would've loved nothing more than to join them for tea, to hear Y/N's laugh up close. But Sokka's squeaky voice had weaselled its way into his head, telling him to play hard to get.

So now here he was, wasting the evening away in his office in an attempt to avoid Y/N's judging eyes. Surely by now she would've realised he was lying about the meeting.

Maybe she was too busy with Aang and Katara to remember that she practically had his entire schedule memorised like the back of her hand - he had forgotten one meeting with one of the Fire Nation officials, so Y/N had taken it upon herself to make sure he would never do it again. When he had asked her about it, she told him that it was so he could have at least one stressful thing taken off his shoulders.

It meant more to him than he would ever admit.

Zuko's eyes widened as he lifted his head just in time to see Y/N halfway through the window, obviously having climbed inside.

When their eyes met, a sheepish smile appeared on the girl's face. "So... you come here often?" She asked awkwardly.

Though her stupid question wasn't what he was focused on. "Did you seriously just climb through my window?"

With her feet now touching the ground inside the office, she dusted off her pants. "Yes..." She noticed the dead-pan look her was giving her. "But you gave me no choice!"

"I gave you no choice?" His brows furrowed in confusion as he stood up and pointed at the door. "There's a door right there, Y/N!"

"If the guards announced me, you would've come up with a stupid excuse to leave," Y/N pointed out.

Zuko went silent at that, knowing she was probably right. "I-"

"No. Stop talking," she held her hand out in his direction, signalling for him to stop. "I need to talk. And then I'm gonna climb back out the window and we'll pretend this never happened-"

"Okay?"

"Zuko, what did I just say?" She whined. He couldn't help but smile, though instead of replying, he simply nodded. "Thank you. Now, anyways... Zuko, I think - at least, I hope - I'm not the only one who feels this way. But I really like you, okay? Wait, no... No, I mean I do but it feels like more than that! Maybe- I think I'm in love with you. Wow was that weird to say, how do Katara and Aang do it all the t-"

"You love me?" Zuko stared her in shock, only able to watch as Y/N stopped rambling and took a hesitant step back toward the window.

"Y- yeah, so... so I think I'm gonna climb back out now," she whispered. "Sorry."

Just as she was about to throw her leg over the side of the railing, he quickly rushed forward. Taking her hand into his own, he effortlessly pulled her away from the window until she stood facing him.

They both stared at each other for just a moment, before Zuko whispered. "I love you, too."

Without a second of hesitation, Y/N slowly pulled Zuko's face down closer to hers, their lips pressing together gently as they kissed.

Zuko was beginning to realise something else, he should have never listened to Sokka's advice. If he hadn't, then maybe he could've been kissing her for much longer.

As they pulled away, Zuko found himself saying the first thing that came to his mind. "Is that Uncle's new sweet tea?"

Y/N blinked, before letting out a laugh. "Yeah, I had more before I came. Surprisingly, it helped my nerves."

Zuko smiled softly. "Good. I'm glad you came and told me."

"Me too."