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taehyungsgrowl · 3 years ago

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Illicit Affairs IV - Duncan Shepherd x Fem!Reader

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hey babies! it has been a while! but i have finally gotten enough brain cells to write part four of illicit affairs!

big thank you to @desertsunflower00 for pointing me in the direction i wanted the story to go to after being stuck ily amiga!

also.... this was not the ending i thought i was gonna give when i started writing it but my heart led me to this so

i hope you all enjoy!!! and thank you so much for being so patient!

I've had so so much fun and heartache writing for this story.

please let me know what you think!!!

the first 3 parts are linked here!

Illicit Affairs Part I

Illicit Affairs Part II

Illicit Affairs Part III

word count: 5.9 k

as always! not proofread! italics are for memories!

(also really hope the italics copied correctly from google docs!)

Emma’s head was pounding. With each sob she felt the pain strike her heart.

Duncan was her world. She couldn’t imagine… couldn’t even think of what her life would be like without him. He was the one who lit up even her darkest days - always being that rock that held her together.

All the years they’d been together, she never had reason to think Duncan didn’t feel the same way. She thought he was enough for him…

A message from her friend pinged her phone, making her acknowledge the time.

God, she wanted to scream again. She didn’t know whether to believe if he was really at his office.

Lost. Alone. She didn’t know what to do. The one person she knew could make her feel loved was now the person causing her the most pain.

Emma tried to get herself off the floor, but what was the point. She didn't see a rhyme or reason to it when she didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know where he was.

She didn’t know what she’d say to him if he was.

And she felt like she had nowhere to go.

So she laid on her closet floor, clutching the nearest shirt of his she could reach and stained his shirt with her tears. Her tears would soon dry and disappear from the fabric, but the lip print on his collar would be painful to remove both from his shirt and her mind.

While Duncan waited for Y/N to finish in the bathroom, he checked his phone and saw a message that had come in from Emma. Guilt clouded every emotion he had. It overtook the anxiety he felt of the what ifs with Y/N. It encompassed him completely.

Missing you x, she sent with a picture of their dog.

He’d been gone for longer than he anticipated and knew she must be getting worried. He took a deep breath, trying to ease himself.

He was doing this for her.

Y/N’s nerves bubbled up in her stomach, but she couldn’t stall much longer.

“Are you okay?” Duncan asked right at the door.

She knew looking at the results would then seal her fate with Duncan - one way or another.

“Yup! Just a minute.” she got up and held on to the edge of the sink before splashing her face with cold water. “You can do this,” she whispered to herself.

Y/N picked up the test and held her breath.

Not pregnant.

As relief washed over her she couldn’t deny the tiny part of her that hoped she was -- as selfish as it was, she didn’t think Duncan wouldn’t leave her if she was.

Y/N walked out of the bathroom, negative test in hand, to a Duncan who nervously paced her living room.

“It’s fine, Duncan. I’m not pregnant.” She pretended not to care when she saw his shoulders finally relax since he’d heard of the possibility of it being true.

He clapped his hands together nervously. Duncan hadn’t realized how sweaty his palms were in the short time waiting. “Okay,” he nodded. “Okay - I… How are you feel-”

“Stop.” she interrupted him. “We don’t have to do this.” Although normally seeing Duncan in her apartment always filled her with a sense of warmth - it was the illusion of having a life with him - when she saw him now, he seemed out of place. He didn’t belong there no matter how much she wanted to force that piece there.

He frowned, studying her expressions, “I came because last time we spoke -”

Y/N interrupted him again, “I know why you’re here. You think you can clear your conscious by telling me how fucking special I am,” she rolled her eyes. “We don’t need to do all that.” If she had any doubts about the way he felt before - they were made clear now.

And while she felt she had a million things left unsaid to him, she didn’t feel like she owed him that. “You’re good. We’re good. I just want to shower and move on. So I’d appreciate it if you quit calling and showing up.”

Just let me go.... She wanted to scream.

Duncan was driving back home from Y/N’s apartment and while he had so many thoughts racing in his head - for the first time in a long time, he felt lighter. As difficult as it’s been to part ways with Y/N, he knew that it was the right decision. He’d finally have a chance to do things right by Emma.

“I’m home, baby!” Duncan called out, hanging his keys by the door. The house felt cold and a shiver ran down his spine.

He walked into their bedroom looking for his wife and saw the door of their walk-in closet jarred open. When he opened the door he saw Emma curled into the fetal position asleep, holding his shirt with Captain snuggled up on her side.

She had tired herself out from crying and fell asleep waiting for his return.

Duncan’s heart rate spiked, thinking she’d been hurt or something happened. “Emma!” he fell to his knees, placing the back of his hand on her forehead, feeling for a temperature. “Baby, wake up,” he cooed, until he saw her eyes flutter open.

And for the fraction of a second between unconsciousness and consciousness, she got lost in the blue of his eyes all over again. For that fraction of a second it was like waking up to him that very first night they spent together.

“Hold still,” Duncan laughed, his fingers delicately brushed over Emma’s face until he got the eyelash that was in danger of going into her eye. “There,” he showed her the lash stuck to his thumb.

“Thank you,” she licked her lips, her eyes glancing down at Duncan’s pink lips.

“Wait,” he grabbed her wrist with his other hand, “Press your thumb to mine - and whoever the lash sticks to gets to make a wish,” he explained the silly ritual. It was something one of his nannies had taught him and it always stuck with him. He loved how he could be like this with Emma… soft… vulnerable. He’s sure very little people actually knew this side of him.

Sure, they’d only been dating for a little bit now, but Duncan was more than sure that she was the love of his life.

“What?” she laughed, her voice like music to his ears.

“Trust me,” he smiled when she pressed her thumb to his. “Okay, ready? One… two… three.” They each pulled their digits away from each other and took a look. The lash was gone from Duncan’s thumb and Emma was smiling like a child with it pressed on her skin.

“What do I do now?” she giggled.

“Make a wish and then drop the eyelash into your shirt.”

“Okay.” She closed her eyes trying to keep a very serious face, but Duncan could see the smile tugging on her lips. “Done.” she dropped the lash into her shirt.

“Well… what was the wish?” he asked.

“I can’t tell you that!”

“I never said that was a rule!!” he argued back.

“That's a basic wish rule,” she rolled her eyes, crossing her legs criss crossed on his couch. “You can’t say what you wished for!”

“I’m taking the wish back if you won’t tell me,” Duncan tried to look stern, but his lopsided smile gave it away. He adjusted on the couch and pushed her down until he was hovering over her. His fingers started to tickle her sides, making the bottom of her shirt ride up.

She was in a fit of laughter begging him to stop. She found herself grabbing the back of his head and tugging his hair down to have his face just inches away from her own. Duncan’s fingers stopped tickling her, but his hand snuck inside her shirt, feeling her softness.

Everything froze for a moment when she stared into his eyes that way. He looked at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars. She never wanted to stop looking into the safety of his eyes.

She blinked a few times, her eyes adjusting and focusing back on Duncan’s. After that split second had passed, she sat up and shoved his chest, trying to make him give her space.

Duncan furrowed his brows, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Emma backed away from him, eyes prickling with tears again. She picked up his stained shirt - what once was her favorite, got closer to him and shoved it into his chest, “F-fucking asshole!” she finally let herself sob again. She felt so weak when her forehead fell against his chest and her balled up fists rested against him.

Entirely confused, Duncan wrapped his arms around her waist, trying to get her to look at him. He hadn’t gotten a chance to examine the shirt she handed him.

Emma felt herself melting into his hold, but stopped herself. She took his arms and removed them from her waist, taking a step back, “Don’t touch me.”

“No…” Duncan let out under his breath, seeing the lipstick mark, “No,” he said louder, “No, honey, I can explain.” He reached his hand out to touch her but she flinched at his approach.

His warm “honey” had a cold stare behind her tears. He couldn’t imagine what she could be feeling… She was never supposed to find out.

A single tear rolled down his cheek. “I love you. No one else but you.” his voice cracked.

“Get out.” she sniffled, wanting so desperately to be strong.

“Let me explain!” he felt his knees wanting to give out and his head started to spin. This couldn’t be happening. He asked her to let him explain but he didn’t know if he even had a good reason to give her.

For a moment, he saw her face soften. A result of seeing the sick look on his face - she still felt the urge to hold him, to kiss him.

He took the chance at her moment of softness and continued, “It’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Maybe we should back up for a minute if you really want to explain.” she wiped her cheeks, “Let’s start with an easy one, no? What’s on that shirt, Dunc?”

“Baby…” it felt like a kick to the gut.

“I’ll help you out,” she continued, “Who’s lipstick is on your shirt?”

“It was a stupid mistake, Emma. I promise.” he pleaded.

“No, Dunc. A mistake is when I accidentally add too much salt to a recipe or leave my coffee mug on top of my car before I pull out of the driveway.” her voice lowers again, “I trusted you.”

“How long?” she took a deep breath. “And please don’t bother lying.”

“Six months.” he hung his head in shame.

No. No. No.

Emma thought she wanted to know the truth but… hearing it from his voice that this had been going on far longer than she imagined broke her heart all over again.

“Six months,” she repeated. “You’ve been fucking some whores for six months. God I’m so fucking stupid,” she groaned. She raised her hand to the pole that held all of Duncan’s clothes in the closet and slid them off, throwing them to the ground in frustration.

“It was never more than one.” he tried to defend himself.

“Because that makes it so much better!!!” she laughed humorlessly. “Get out! Get out!” she tossed his clothes at him until he backed out of the closet.

Even if it broke her again, she wanted to know the reason why. But it couldn’t be today. She could barely stand to look at him and with everything that came out his mouth - just ending up cutting her more and more.

“I love you,” Duncan dropped to his knees and crawled to her until he could wrap his arms around her legs. “If we can both calm down and talk-”

“I don’t need to calm down,” she cried.

In all his years spent with Emma - he’d never seen her so upset and it killed him to know he was the reason for it. Maybe it was his selfishness taking over again, but he couldn’t lose her - couldn’t let her go.

They’d almost been inseparable from the moment they met. Attached at the hip. Always in sync.

Duncan was in his home office, typing away on his laptop. His glasses were low on his face and he wore a white t-shirt and his plaid pajama pants.

Emma had been trying to get him to bed for the past hour, but he was really busy with the project he’d been working on.

She came back into his office ready for bed. She wore one of his old college sweatshirts and rubbed her eyes. “Almost done?” she yawned.

“Almost,” Duncan didn’t look up from his screen.

Emma lingered by the door, not wanting to go to bed without Duncan by her side. Duncan felt her at the door and looked up, pushing his glasses back. He knew how much she loved sleeping in his old sweatshirt at this point he considered it hers.

“C’mere,” he rolled back his chair, “You can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” he smiled, patting his thigh.

She hurried to his desk and curled up on his lap. She loved being close to him. Just feeling his breathing, taking in his scent, feeling his hands absently wander up and down her body.

Her legs hung off the side of his chair and her face was nestled in the crook of his neck, but Duncan kept her steady with his arm around her waist.

And he could stay like that for hours - feeling her close as he finishes reading over reports for his app. She was like a life size stress reliever for him. Just by having her touching him, pressing little kisses along his jaw… melted away his stress.

When she looked down at Duncan on his knees for her, she still saw the man she loved. She wasn’t sure she’d ever feel that way about someone again.

“Baby, honey,” he cried, “I’ll never stop making it up to you just please,” his forehead pressed into her thigh, “Don’t leave me.”

“I-if you won’t leave - I will,” she stepped out of his grasp. “I can’t think straight right now. I… I’m so hurt,” her voice broke with the last word.

“I’m going to my moms house…” she spoke out loud, guiding herself through the plan. “I can’t be here. I can’t even look at you.”

Duncan begged her to stay. He told her if anyone should be forced to leave the home it should be him - he was the one who screwed up. But she couldn’t stand being in the place that has brought them so many happy memories.

That night, Emma stayed in her childhood room. Although she had outgrown it over the years, the whole situation made her feel small. She curled up under her yellow bed sheets and stared at her phone each time it lit up with another text from Duncan.

Duncan tossed and turned in his empty bed. In his sleep, his arms searched for his Emma, coming up empty every time.

“Em?” her mother woke her up gently, “It’s been five days of just sulking around and ignoring calls. You need to get up, sweetheart.”

Her mother softly pulled her covers down. “Maybe you can get dressed and we can go for a coffee,” concern clouded her voice.

Emma didn’t say anything - just stared at her ceiling. “Duncan came by why you were sleeping,” her mom continued. His name was the only word she’d responded to; she looked at her mom with tears in her eyes.

“I told him you weren’t available to talk…” She handed her daughter her glasses off the nightstand.

She put her glasses on her face and slowly sat up in the bed. Her mom was right - she’d been avoiding everyone; avoiding Duncan for too long now. She slowly nodded, feeling her body drag out of bed.

The hot water that almost burned her skin in the shower suddenly turned frigid. The warm embrace evaporating away. Her heart was growing tired of the things she loved leaving her reach.

After a day of blurred nothingness, her heart was finally pounding a million beats per second, staring at the door of her home. As familiar as it was, it didn’t feel like home anymore.

With a shaky hand, her fingertip pressed deeply into the doorbell.

12:46 am - Although Duncan should have been asleep he found himself the same way he had since Emma left; sad and alone.

He pulled on an old pair of sweats, his hair in messy curls with a few strands in his face - even his stubble had gotten a little scruffier.

“Emma,” his eyes twinkled in the moonlight. Seeing her again finally made him feel like he could breathe again. “You’re home,” he tried to reach for her, but saw the way her entire body tensed up at his advancement.

“Stop,” she shook her head, her heart couldn’t handle having to reject him. She was holding on by a thread. “We need to talk.”

Four months later:

Y/N smiled in the sleepy state between dreaming and being conscious as she felt strong arms pulling her closer. His large hands pressed on her stomach, slowly inching up her shirt. At the same time, she felt his lips softly pressing into her shoulder.

“Morning,” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed.

“Morning, princess,” he rolled over and pinned her below him. She met his kind, unclouded gaze. Not a trace of guilt behind his eyes - he was solely happy to be hers.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “You want chocolate chip or blueberry pancakes today?” he nuzzled the tip of his nose with her, making her break a smile.

“Both?” she bit her lip.

“Oh my god,” he playfully rolled his eyes before kissing her, “You’re absolutely spoiled, darling.” He started getting out of bed, pulling his sweats that were discarded on the floor. Y/N stared in awe at the strong muscles of his bare back. She loved running her fingers over the smoothness of his skin, leaving invisible idle patterns or semi-permanent marks of her fingernails scratching down.

There was peace knowing she never had to share him. With him, she didn’t have to sacrifice bits of her happiness.

With one last kiss, he stepped out of the room to take a quick shower before starting breakfast. It’d become sort of a ritual for them; Sundays were for Y/N to sleep in and for him to make her breakfast. They’d later fold their laundry together and watch movies.

Her phone buzzed too loudly on the nightstand for her to ignore. “Hello?” she picked up the call, her eyes still closed.

“Y/N?” her heart came to a halt. She’d recognize that voice anywhere. Her name dripped from his lips like molasses; warm and sickeningly sweet.

“Y/N, it 's me, Duncan.”

After a brief pause, Y/N let out a deep breath. She was fine. When Duncan left her apartment almost five months ago, she didn’t know what it would be like the next time she saw him. They’d left so much unsaid, but it was better this way. She wanted to be done. And while there were nights she thought she’d never stop missing him, the soft ache in her heart started to fade.

She was relearning what it meant to love someone who could give her what she wanted; what she deserved. No longer did she feel shameful - kept like a dirty secret.

Late night meet ups in dark parking lots with Duncan turned into proudly holding hands with someone who wanted the world to see the way he felt about her.

Quick fucks that left her feeling empty as Duncan hurried to leave her apartment to go home to his wife turned into her boyfriend spending the night to make her breakfast in the morning.

Things were never as bad as she anticipated. There was a part of her that was proud of not feeling fazed by Duncan’s call.

“I…” Duncan continued when she didn’t speak, “I mi- I’m sorry,” she could picture him pinching the bridge of his nose as he stumbled over his words, “How are you?”

“I am doing really well, Duncan,” her tone was sincere without a trace of bitterness. If there was one thing Duncan did right, was give her his final piece of advice - when he told her she deserves someone who could make her happy.

“Emma… filed for divorce.” he coughed to cover up any anxiety in his voice.

“We need to talk,” Emma told him before stepping into the house. Duncan still replayed that night over and over in his head wishing and attempting to bargain with anyone that would listen to turn back time.

Duncan sat beside her at their small kitchen table; they always talked about getting a bigger one when they’re little family started to grow, but it was perfect for just the two of them. Countless mornings sipping coffee with the comfort of the other’s company were spent at their little table.

“I need you to know how much you hurt me, Duncan.” Duncan couldn’t recall the last time Emma had called him Duncan. He was her babe, her baby, her honey, her Dunc. A few nights ago, when she left - as angry as she was, through all the tears and screams she still called him Dunc. Hearing his full name fall from her lips with distaste made him realize things were changing.

The more Emma listened to Duncan recounting his inexcusable reasons the more upset she became. Silent tears strolled down her face as he explained over and over that he didn’t even have a real reason why because that meant there was nothing she could have done to keep it from happening.

“Do you love her?” Emma interrupted him. If there were any hope for them, Emma knew it would be in his answer.

“Baby - that’s over. I’ll never see her again,” and with the absence of a ‘no,’ Duncan sealed his fate.

She winced, internally accepting the end.

Duncan had a harder time really accepting it was over. A few weeks after that night, Duncan was served with paperwork for the divorce. He hated the word; it felt heavy on his tongue.

He didn’t want to make the process miserable for Emma; the least she deserved was to be able to leave him without so much legal jargon in the way, entangling an already large mess.

But lawyers do what they do best.

His attorney ‘friends’ squeezed pretty dime after pretty dime out of Duncan.

“She found out. About us,” Y/N imagined all of the awful things his life must have thought about her. “A couple months ago, really,” Duncan couldn’t stop talking.

“Why are you telling me this? And why are you telling me this now?” her boyfriend’s shower was still running and she was thankful to have the privacy for this conversation.

“She’s really left. I don’t know what to do. I miss her. I miss you,” he looked out at the skyline from his downtown condo; a place that could never feel like a home. A bachelor pad with a sad bachelor. Could a divorce candidate be considered a bachelor?

“I’m sorry,” she didn’t know what else to offer to that, “I did what you said,” she continued after a moment of silence. “I found someone who could give me what I needed. I’m happy, Duncan. I didn’t think I’d ever be happy like I am now after you - and I don’t mean this to rub it in, I just mean,” she searched for the right words, “I know it feels like you’ll never be happy again without that certain person, but there will be time when you will. I know you love her a lot. I can see that now and I could see it then. I’m sorry for the part I played in all this.”

They were both moving on without him. Not that he could blame them; he’d made them both sacrifice parts of themselves so he could be selfish.

“I’m sorry for calling,” Duncan grimaced. “I really hope he treats you well, Y/N.”

“Thank you,” she sighed, “And Duncan,” she chewed on her bottom lip, “Take care, okay?”

“You too.”

One year later:

A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead as she huffed, setting the last of the boxes down by the front door. An entire year had passed and Emma had clung on to the final memories of her marriage. Things were different now and as much as she still found herself yearning for what she once had, she knew this was how things needed to be.

“Think we’ve got most of it now,” he came around the corner with a bottle of wine and two glasses in his hand he kept from being put up.

“How are you feeling?” Duncan asked, pouring her a generous amount before handing her the glass.

“Nervous,” she laughed, “scared,” she admitted.

Her bottom lip was caught between her teeth in the way it always was when she had more to say. Duncan couldn’t help but smile until his eyes crinkled; as happy as he was for her, he couldn’t wrap his mind about her leaving.

He wrapped one arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head, “You’re gonna do great. I don’t know anyone smarter, more qualified, more perfect for the job,” he encouraged.

“Not just about that,” she admitted. She sat on the floor of her empty living room and Duncan joined her, filling his own glass. “Moving. Being so far - starting over,” she sighed and took a long sip of her wine.

“Dunc,” she shook her head, “We grew up in this house. We loved in this house. Fought and made up,” she laughed.

“What’re we doing?” she kissed him as he pushed her into the house, hands fumbling all over each other.

“Don’t think about it,” he groaned against her lips, pressing her against the wall and hiking her up. “Just.. don’t think,”

“Mm, not here,” she sighed, feeling his hand wander up her dress, caressing the inside of her thigh. “The bed.. Our bed..” her voice was shaky as his skilled fingers brushed over her panties. She missed this. Missed him.

With signed divorce papers forgotten, Duncan tossed her on the bed and climbed over her, never letting his lips leave her skin. Savoring every moment she let him have with her. He didn’t know if she’d regret it in the morning. If she would hate him more than she did before, but she was giving him this now and he wanted to take it in. He wanted to memorize her taste as if it would be the last time.

He kissed down the hills of her breasts and hiked her dress past her thighs, dipping his head down to kiss along her inner thighs. “Emma,” he breathed her name like it was his final breath.

Duncan hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, “Up.”

She raised her hips and he slid them off her legs in one quick movement. He wasted no time - he swiped his tongue along her wetness, immediately moaning at the feeling of having her on his tongue.

Two of his fingers plunged into her, slowly pumping in and out of her while his pouty lips wrapped around her clit. Those lips she loved. The same lips that formed into her favorite smile; the ones that kissed her like the most delicate flower in the world; the ones that held his tongue that massaged her just like that.

Like muscle memory taking over her, her fingers laced themselves in strands of honey brown hair - pulling with the way he was making her feel.

“Dunc!” she almost screamed, feeling his dexterous curl and brush against her g-spot.

“Gonna cum,” her legs wrapped around him, her thighs closing around his face.

Duncan didn’t stop. He kept going. Wet open-mouthed kisses on her pussy, letting a trail of saliva and cum drag from his lips. He peeked up to watch her with a wet mouth before licking them clean.

He tried to hold her still as she finished, not letting his lips leave her center. He cleaned up every bit of cum with his tongue before he sponged kisses along her twitching thighs as she came down from the high he’d given her.

Duncan climbed on top of her again, hiding his face in the crook of her neck. There was comfort in the scratchy tickles of his beard on her soft skin.

She held him, softly running her fingers through his hair until she was ready.

While she didn’t plan on thinking that night, there was a part of her that knew this would be the last time they’d ever be like this again. She shook the thought away. For selfish reasons, she didn’t want it to ruin the night.

“Fuck me,” like it’s the last time, she thought.

And he did.

Their teeth clashed together with desperate kisses as he buried himself inside of her. As close as they were - they wanted to be closer.

Duncan’s stomach tightened, feeling himself twitch inside her. Her walls clenched around him, milking his cock for his cum.

“Fuck,” she sighed against his lips. “Feels so good.”

“Missed this… missed you, baby,” he rut his hips against hers. He took her hands and pinned them above her head, staring into her eyes with a dazed out smile.

Duncan didn’t dare think about it the next morning. He wished it’d never come.

But it did… it always did.

By the time Duncan woke up from his Emma filled dreams, she was lying awake with nothing but the sheet covering her.

“Uh hey,” Duncan offered, trying to get a feel of the room. Maybe he was still in a blissed out state of mind, but he didn’t feel a sense of regret lingering between them.

“Hi,” she laughed, turning to face him. “About last night…” she tried to read his expressions.

“I missed that. In all honesty, I miss you.” Duncan couldn’t dare to move, afraid if he did he would wake up from a dream. “I don’t think… we need to stop being friends. You’ve always been my best friend.” Which was true. The months leading up to the divorce were miserable - for both of them. “I… don’t think we can continue doing this,” she gestured between their naked bodies. “I don’t want that - I can’t handle going back to how things were, but I miss my friend.”

Duncan would take having her in his life in any capacity she allowed.

Of course, what they had couldn’t be recreated. But they did their best to be good friends to each other. Emma was tired of feeling like a victim of betrayal. She wanted to move on and not feel heavy from that anymore.

Duncan would come over on occasion for dinner or they’d go for a walk. As much as he wanted more, he wouldn’t push her - he couldn’t.

And like a good friend, Duncan was helping her pack up her belongings from the house they called their home so she could move hours away from him. The small sliver of time he’d see her was now being taken away, but he couldn’t keep her from going.

“I’m scared of being away from you,” she looked over at those familiar eyes that would always be home to her. “You’ve been the one constant in my life - good or bad - and you’ll be so far,” her eyes started to wet with tears.

Duncan took her hands in his, “I won’t ask you to stay. As much as I want you to stay with every fiber of my being - I can’t ask that of you. What I can ask is this,” he paused and looked into her eyes, “do you want to go?”

“Yes,” she answered, keeping his stare.

He smiled and hoped it met his eyes, “Em, I’ll always be here. Near or far. I’ll always love you. You know that.” And he meant the words in ways she didn’t know.

“I know,” she whispered, “I love you too.” Duncan wanted her to mean it in the way he did, but he knew better.

“Change is good, right?”

“Change is scary - but good,” Duncan tried to affirm her.

As much as everything around them could change, one thing would remain true; Emma was the love of his life. There would always be a part of him that wished he didn’t mess up the best thing that happened to him.

But there was a time he thought she’d never speak to him again and they found themselves back to each other. He wasn’t holding his breath for more to happen, but wishful thinking kept him going.

Duncan hoped she wouldn’t ask him to take her to the airport because he knew he wouldn’t be able to handle that goodbye.

Her last few days in town were so busy, Duncan hardly got a chance to see her. He poured himself a glass of whiskey and stared out his view.

Emma was leaving the next morning and he hadn’t had a chance of a real goodbye.

What he didn’t know was that Emma found herself at his apartment door. Her stomach was tied in knots over the anxiety of it all.

Duncan opened the door after a soft knock.

Emma.

“Hi,”

“Hi” as confused as he was, he was also so happy she came.

“I just came to say bye,” she bit her lip in that way Duncan was too familiar with. He waited for her to say more, but she didn’t.

“Do you want to come in?” he moved out of the doorframe to let her in.

“I shouldn’t,” but she took a step forward.

“Tomorrow’s the day,” she sighed, nervously fidgeting with her clothes.

“Getting cold feet?” he joked.

“Didn't have cold feet when I married you, not getting cold feet now,” she laughed, cheeks burning hot.

“I just really came to see you before I left,”

“I’m glad you did. I have something for you. Wait here,” he rushed to his bedroom to get his college sweatshirt she loved. She made him take it when they split up. He’s never worn it since she used to - that was hers and she should have it.

“Dunc,” she smiled, taking the sweatshirt he handed her. “Thank you,” she hugged him.

She hugged him and didn’t let go. He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, breathing in her familiar scent, and just held her.

“I have to go,” she mumbled against his shoulder without making an effort to move.

“I know,” he squeezed her harder, making her laugh.

They eventually let each other go for their final goodbye.

“Promise you’ll call?”

“Of course,” she promised. She reached up to grab his face, giving him a kiss on his cheek, “Bye, honey,” she said softly in his ear.

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tamcitrus · 4 years ago

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Experience.

pairing | Kageyama Tobio x f!reader

genre | smut, friends to lovers?

warnings | smut

words | 2.6 k

anon request: could i request a nsfw fic with kageyama, where y/n is childhood friends with him and they start to ✨experiment✨? thank you !!

Kayegama and you had been friends since elementary school. You watched each other grow through the years, through heartbreaks, hobbies and passions. You had been there for him when he didn't make it into the elite school he wanted and he was there for you when you got your heart broken by going into different high schools. But that didn't avoid the two of you meeting each other and talking now that you were almost adults.

"So, you have a crush on him," Kageyama said.

"No! I just want him to give me a kiss," you laughed.

"I don't know what the big deal is," your best friend huffed.

"That's because you never kissed someone," you joked. But then, silence. "Kags, did you ever kiss someone?"

"I don't have time for that," he said.

You crawled to him from the other end of the couch and sit really close to him. The game you were watching was forgotten.

"Would you like to try?" you whispered.

"What are you talking about, dumbass?" his cheeks were red as an apple.

"Kissing," you insisted. "You'll like it."

"I did kiss someone before, shut up."

He pushed you away from his body but miscalculated where his hand would land, so he ended up pushing you away and touching your boobs.

"If you're gonna touch me like that, kiss me first," you laughed.

"Whatever. I'm going home," he was flustered. He stood up and looked at you, he was waiting for you to say something.

"Ok, don't forget we have a study session tomorrow after your practice. Good night," you smiled at him.

He huffed again and exited your house to walk the few meters that separated your entrance from his front door. In moments like this, he hated to be your neighbor.

He took a shower that night and tried so hard not to think about how soft your breasts felt on his hand, even with clothes on. Also, he tried not to think how pink and fluffy your lips looked and how you always smelled like cinnamon and coffee. Well, that not thinking thing wasn't going well.

He couldn't focus the next morning. His tosses were accurate but not 100%. He kept losing track of the explanations his professors did. And in the afternoon practice, he missed a serve.

He walked home with his teammates. He took a shower and grabbed his backpack to go out and knock on your door.

"Hi grumpy!" you said to him. You were still in your Seijoh’s uniform.

"Hi," he walked in and followed you to your room.

You were nervous. Even when Tobio was your best friend, the way he accidentally touched you made your stomach flip around. Maybe you could act like a experienced girl but in reality, you weren't any better than your experienceless volleyball-obsessed childhood friend.

"Hey, y/n, I'm talking to you," Tobio waved his hand in front of your face.

"Oh, sorry. Let's get started!"

You opened your books and started reading and asking questions to each other. After a solid two hours of studying, you let your mind wander again.

"Have you ever thought about it?" you inquired.

"About calculus?" he looked unamused.

"No, dumbass. About… being with another person."

"W-why would I think about that?" he blushed. His mind was filled again with his thoughts from last night.

"I don't know. Curiosity? I'm curious about it. I mean, come on, we're 18 already."

"What does that even mean?"

"I don’t know. Would you like to try it?" you said without hesitation.

"I don't know…" he put his book down and looked at you.

You moved until you were side to side with him. You grabbed his hand and put it on your thigh, just below the end of your skirt. You mimicked the motion with your hand and squeezed his thigh.

"So many volleyball years made you look good," you whispered.

Both of you could feel the tension in the air but you were so afraid to talk or even move and make this weird moment to end abruptly.

He tried to remember how you approached to him last night, you face so close to his he could smell your perfume. He did the same but he didn't stop until his lips met yours. It was a shaky kiss, full of doubt, but also decision. This was him telling you yes, let's go for it, let's try. You deepen the kiss and shyly pushed your tongue through his lips. This was easy, kissing was something you did before, so you could guide him through it. Your hand found its way to his silky hair and tangled itself in it. You pushed your body up with your knees and straddle his legs. He rested his back on your bed and awkwardly posed his hands on your lower back.

"Don't be shy, do it," you whispered against his lips.

He let out a shaky sigh and let his hands go down to your ass. You cried when he squeezed your flesh and he felt an unfamiliar warm and tickles on his lower belly. Oh. You could felt it too. He had an erection. You separated your lips from him and smiled. He didn't know how to gently ask you to get off of him so he pushed you aside and gathered his stuff to leave.

"I'm sorry, did I…?" you tried to apologize. Maybe you've gone too far.

"I ha-have to go!" he stuttered. "See you later."

He walked out of your house as fast as he could, always holding his backpack in front of his legs to cover his problem.

He needed to think but he felt too hot and bothered to do it, so he took a cold shower. He needed to vomit his thoughts or he would go insane. But, who could help him? Surely not his dumb teammates. Well, maybe there was one or two people who could help.

"I'm so sorry to bother you," he bowed to his former captain. Daichi could make a little break from his study to meet with his old friend after classes.

"It's not a problem! So, what did you want to talk about? It must be a big deal since you're asking for help," Daichi smiled.

"There's this girl…" Tobio whispered. Daichi choked on his drink but he hoped the younger guy didn't notice. "And she… and it felt good but then I… panicked and I- I ran out of there!" he ended his sentence with a bit more of energy than he intended.

Daichi didn't have words. "Did she said something to you?" he tried to keep his composure.

"She tried to apologize when I was leaving," he nodded.

"And what did you said?" Daichi felt like a deja vu, like Kageyama was a first year and just got there wanting to play.

"No-nothing," he tried to sound confident.

Daichi slapped his own forehead and sighed. "Do you want to do that again with her?"

Kageyama thought for a second and then, he nodded.

"Ok, they like when you're straight forward. And leaving without saying a word it's not good, you should apologize. And just do what feels right or ask her what she wants… And don’t forget to use a condom," as Daichi talked he lowered the volume of his voice. He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation. He should’ve call Suga to come with him.

“Oh, you're right,” Kageyama nodded. He should buy one on his way home.

“Oh my god, here,” Daichi took his wallet and gave his friend a condom. “Just in case.”

Tobio was surprised. Daichi really was prepared for anything, he did the right thing when he called him.

After he got his senpai advice, Tobio felt a little bit better. But also, he had to talk to you and he had no idea how to start that conversation. He decided to start with a message.

Tobio: Are you free tonight? I don’t have practice tomorrow.

y/n: Yes! You can come after practice and maybe have dinner with me? My parents will be out.

That wasn’t so hard, he thought. He walked back to his house at the end of his day and got ready for your meeting. You welcomed him on your sports uniform. You were already preparing dinner. He never had a problem to talk to you before, what was wrong now?

“How was your day, grumpy?” you asked. You were nervous too, but you were better at hiding it.

“Normal,” he said. “Do you need help?”

“No, it’s all done, it’s just ramen,” you smiled. “Do you want to watch something while we eat?”

You ended up watching a random volleyball game that was on tv. The atmosphere felt the same as the day before when you were all over each other. But nothing was happening.

“I’m sorry,” he said out of nowhere.

“What?”

“You heard me, I’m not saying it again,” he looked aside. “I ran away and it wasn’t nice.”

“No, it wasn’t. I thought I scared you off,” you smiled. “Do you want to make up for it?”

Tobio looked at you, the slightest blush on his cheeks, and nodded.

“Do you want to continue where you left yesterday?” you asked and he nodded again.

You got up and straddle his legs again, this time you didn’t hesitate and just kissed him. He returned the kiss with energy, sucking on your lower lip and he smirked when you left a little moan escape your mouth. You rocked you hips in response and he gasped. You pulled the end of his shirt and he helped you to get it off his body. He did the same with your blouse, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air in your living room.

“Why you’re not…” Kags started asking but you interrupted his dumb question when you grabbed his hands and put them on your tits.

“Like this, gently,” you whispered as you squeezed your soft flesh with his hands. His jaw dropped and he nodded.

As he was busy with your boobs, you unbuttoned his pants and pumped his dick over his boxer.

“Fuck-” he said. His breathing was heavy and his blue eyes looked darker than usual.

He pushed you aside to make you lay on the couch. He took the hem of your shorts and pulled it down. He froze for a second but then he thought it would only be fair to be in the same state that you were so he took off his pants too. It was his turn to straddle your legs. He leaned down, his arms at each side of your head, and he kissed you again. The feeling of your nipples touching his chest was driving him crazy. He guided his mouth down to your neck and slowly made his way to your breasts.

“Can I… uhm,” he looked at you and you just nodded.

He licked his lips and sucked at your nipple and the skin around it, releasing it after a few seconds with a loud pop. The way you moaned at his action clouded his mind with lust. He just wanted to hear you like that again and again. So he repeated his ministration in the other nipple. You pushed your hips up to met his erection and he moaned on your skin. You tangled your fingers on his silky hair and pulled from it. His mouth on your skin felt so good, better than the other guy who tried to hook up with you, and you were sure that no one else would make you feel this good. You took his hand and guided it to under your panties to your clit. You moved it in circles over it, until he got the message and move it on his own. He sat on your legs for a second and used his free hand to pull down your underwear. When you were finally naked, he blushed. He guided his hand back to your clit and the other to your boobs, to massage them in the way you showed him. After a few minutes you were trembling under his body.

“Kags, please…” you begged. He stopped and leaned down to kiss you again, that way he gave you a minute to get yourself together and explain what you wanted. “I want you inside of me,” you whispered on his ear.

“Wait,” he kissed you again and walked to his pants to take the condom he brought with him. He took his boxers off and opened the little package to finally roll the latex on his cock. He kneeled between your legs and looked at you again.

“It’s ok, just do it,” you smiled.

He aligned his dick with your entrance and slowly pushed himself inside you. You shut your eyes immediately and moaned. Once he was deep inside you, he carefully leaned down to kiss you. He could feel your pussy throbbing and adjusting to his size and it was an amazing sensation. He was so tempted to just move but he would wait until you said something, you were the one that guided things through, it was always that way. He trusted you that much, to the point to put himself in your hands and let you guide him through life.

“Mo-move, please,” you whispered.

And he wanted to please you, so he did. He moved his hips back, until he was almost out of you, and then forward again. He repeated this, thrusting again and again. You moved your hips up to meet him halfway and cried out loud when his dick hit your g spot. But that didn’t last long.

“Y/n! Are you ok? Did I hurt you?” Tobio pulled out the second after he heard your cry.

“That felt so good, Kags… I’m fine, do that again, please,” you were panting. “Or, even better, let’s switch places.”

You pulled him down from his arm at the same time you stood up. Then, you straddle his hips and leaned down to kiss him. Your hand took his dick and aligned it with your entrance, then you let your body fall down on him.

“Y/n, shit!” he moaned and watched you bit your lower lip as his dick disappeared under your body.

You placed your hands on his chest for support and started to ride him in a slow rhythm. You rocked your hips back and forward and observe him shut his eyes or bite his lip in response. You thought he look beautiful, even more that when he put that scary face when he played volleyball. He used his hands to massage your breasts again, his cold hand made you shiver and you moaned his name.

“Y/n, I’m about to-”

“Shh, me too, just- fuck,” you bounced on his dick again and finally felt your release.

Your walls clenching violently around Tobio’s cock sent him to his climax too, and he took you from the waist to make you move off of him before he came inside you. He knew that with a condom and all, it wasn’t the best.

“Are you ok?” he said as he sat by your side.

“Never been better,” you smiled. “What about you?”

He kissed you and smiled in response.

“I’m… uh I’m tired. Can we go to your room?” he said as he got dressed.

“Yeah, sure,” you took your panties and his shirt to dress. “Bring some water on your way,” you smiled at him.

You took the rest of your clothes and walked to your room. The futon where Tobio always slept was set already, but maybe you should ask him to shared your bed with you. Even if he said no, it would be nice to see him all flustered for it. Maybe you needed to have a talk after what happened, but that probably could wait to the next day.

"For the record, when I said being with someone, I referred to being with you," you said when he entered your room. "Do you want to sleep with me?"

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oddsnendsfanfics · 4 years ago

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Sparkle

Genre: Fan Fiction (Sand Castle)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: It’s so fluffy!

Rating: G

Length: Drabble

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: thank you @rmtndew for the edit of Sy in glasses :D More Sy and Wispy? Why yes!

Henry Cavill Master List

“Uncle Sy,” Annie giggled at her uncle, as he pulled a face. “Sit still.” Her voice going firmer.

Beside her, Willow had her hand on her hips shaking her head at their uncle. “Uncle Sy, we need you to stay very still.”

“Fine, fine.” He gave in sitting statue straight, still as could be.

“Close your eyes, please.” Annie instructed.

Doing as he was asked, Sy closed his eyes and leaning against the couch to support his back. Cross legged on the floor, a mound of pillows under him, he fought the smirk that kept threatening to creep onto his face. The two little girls painting the floral scented mud, clay, paint? Whatever the cool, thick stuff was onto his face. Around his beard, across his cheeks and forehead. Sy felt the soft brush that Aimee had handed them against his skin.

“You know Sy,” Aimee's voice greeted him, yet his eyes remained closed, “this stuff is actually pretty good. It might even help brighten that complexion of yours. Tired and sunburned was so last year.”

Snorting, Sy shook his head, both nieces scolding him for moving while they tried to apply the mask. Directing him to pucker his lips, Willow stood in front of him, a glob of lip moisturizer on her brush, she slapped it on spreading it thickly against his red chapped lips. The girls were taking good care of their Uncle Sy.

At least they wanted to do it at home this time. Sy was unsure of the product quality, but the service was far better and cheaper than when he'd taken them to an actual spa. Now that had been a sight, the look on the woman's face when the giant, bearded man in boots strode into the salon with the two little girls in tow. Despite the initial shock, Sy had to hand it to them, those ladies were magical.

He'd left feeling like his hands, feet, and face had been kissed by angels and butterflies. Hell, he'd even let Willow and Annie pick out a polish for his toes. Sitting in the chair chatting with the woman painting his toes, while his nieces had watched from their own pedicure chairs, Sy learned that men coming in to dote on their daughters and nieces wasn't really all that uncommon. He, however, was one of the first to ask for Pompeii Purple toes. The shade had really brought out his eyes.

In his sister's living room, Sy chuckled when Willow announced that he absolutely needed to trim that scraggly beard of his. In their life time, neither of his nieces had ever bore witness to their uncle without his beard. He liked it too much to part with it. Besides, the women loved it. Clearing his throat, Sy opened his eyes, a mocking frown on his face.

“Don't you dare touch my beard, understood bub?” He smirked. Willow nodded and Annie, standing just out of sight giggled. “There will be no cutting of my beard, until I say so.”

“Oh come on, Sy.” Aimee teased from the kitchen. “You could use a trim,” she winked at Annie.

“I would prefer to do it myself, thank you sister dearest.” He winked at Willow, a near impossible task with the clay beginning to set on his face.

“What if we just make it pretty?” Annie piped up, shuffling into the room with a hairbrush and bows in her hands. “Can we?”

“Please, Uncle Sy.” Willow pulled out the puppy dog eyes. Bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Playfully grumbling, Sy waited a minute or two. Letting the little girls get antsy before agreeing. Under some conditions. Nothing but a comb and some pink sparkly bows went into his beard. If they so much as tugged the wrong way, Sy was combing it himself. His beard was his pride and joy, right after his Wispy. He'd worked hard over the years to grow this bad boy.

“Gently,” He reminded them, lifting his chin for Willow to gingerly take the comb through his thick beard.

Climbing onto the couch behind him, Annie sat with her legs crossed gently rubbing a hair brush through his growing curls. A full out pamper day wasn't entirely bad. Enjoying his “spa treatment”, Sy winced when he heard Aimee giggling like a child on too much sugar. He knew his sister well enough to know that this was not going to be good.

“Aim, what in the hel-ck are you doing?” Sy asked glancing at his sister. Her phone poised as she giggled and shrugged.

“I thought ma might like to see. Maybe fire one off to the boys. You still in touch with the Major? Show him what retirement does for ya?”

“You wouldn't dare,”

“Send one to the Major? No. But I would send it to ma and everyone else we know. Come on Sy, you're adorable. You should let me share this on that mommy blog, it would be a hit.” She laughed. “Former Army Captain attacked by Girl Scouts.”

Sy replied with a grunt. More than one single mother, and a few not so single, on that damn blog Aimee was part of had themselves hot and bothered for the youngest Syverson. Every time Aimee mentioned her brother, at least one woman would ask if he was seeing somebody or how he liked children, who weren't his. Sy liked children fine, but he had no interest in taking on any to parent.

“Leave Uncle Sy alone,” Willow pouted, as she put the last bow into his beard. “Don't be mean, mommy.”

“I wasn't being mean, baby girl. Uncle Sy and I were teasing. Now, why don't you finish up those bows and help him wash his face. You can't leave the mask on too long, remember.”

“Oops,”

“It's okay bub,” Sy pulled away from the hair styling by Annie. “You ladies clean up a bit out here and I will go clean my face off.”

Striding down the hall, Sy could feel the clay on his face hardening and drying. If nothing else his pores would be flawless for a few days. Chuckling as he went, he could hear Annie and Willow in the living room. No doubt discussing their next plan for their uncle's beauty treatment. If he had to, there was a lovely yellow nail polish that he'd been eyeing in the box of tricks. It may not be the right season for yellow, but it would surely make the hair on his big toes really pop.

In the bathroom, he grabbed a wash cloth and turned the taps. Allowing the water to reach a nice, warm temperature he began scrubbing the dried clay away from his face. The bows in his hair and beard were a sight to behold. Admiring the handy work, Sy stood for a few seconds looking at the man in the mirror. The one grizzled, gruff, hard as nails and fearless Captain was reduced to a soft and gentle giant.

He loved spending the time with the kids, allowing them to have their fun, before Uncle Sy packed up and drove back across town. It was no wonder people were forever asking him when he'd have his own. Ah well, it was better this way. Sy enjoyed the company of the kids, but all the time and he would be even more grizzled and cranky than he was when he was stationed over in the desert.

Being home had it's perks, like getting to be with his family whenever he wanted. Having sleepovers with the kids, whenever Willow decided that he was lonely in his house. Or how she was forever trying to set him up with any woman they came across, while he had her out. That one was less and less cute, especially as she had somehow been targeting only married women lately.

The last thing Sy wanted was to get his ass kicked by some woman's husband or wife, for hitting on their wife because some kid said she was pretty. Shaking his head, he finished checking himself in the mirror to make sure he had all of the clay off.

Cleaned up and refreshed Sy joined the girls in the living room.

“Ladies, what's next?”

“Lunch!” “Make up!”

Laughing at their very different ideas, he nodded to Annie. “I agree lunch is the much better idea, make up can be after.”

“But mommy said we could go out for lunch. You can't go out unless you have a proper face on.” Willow pouted. Annie sighed. Her cousin had a point.

“Girls,” Aimee spoke, she was about to do everything in her mom power, to get Sy out of this one. As amused as it would be, seeing her brother go to lunch in a full face of make up.

“No, no she's right.” Sy nodded in agreement. “Aim, why not let Annie do your make up and Wispy can do mine. Then we'll all be ready for lunch, hel-ck, I'll even pay. Treat all of my girls.”

“Yeah!” The cheers went up from the girls.

Aimee, rolling her eyes and making a mental note to kill her brother later on. She would never forgive him, nor forget. Some day, she would get him back. This is when she should suggest wearing their best dresses – Sy included. Instead, she'd pay him back when he least expected. Maybe the next time, she'd insist they go for lunch wearing some over the top princess costumes.

Sy chuckled, what did they have to lose? At 11 years old, Annie was more than capable at putting together some make up. Willow was eccentric with her colour palate, but Sy wasn't worried much about that.

“Mommy, please. Please, we can all do our make up and go for lunch.”

“I hate you,” Aimee whispered passing her laughing brother, sitting down on the floor. “Okay, girls, let's get to it. Then we can make Uncle Sy take us for the best lunch, we've ever had.”

“Drive thru at Burger King isn't that fancy,” laughing, Sy nudged his sister with his elbow.

“Oh, but Sy if we have our best faces on, we need something better than cheap burgers in a bag. I was hoping maybe we could go to Janet's.”

It was Sy's turn to roll his eyes and stifle a groan. Of course Aimee would insist they go inside to eat. Saturday was the busiest day of the week for the small diner. Whatever, Sy was man enough to take it. With more confidence than anyone had ever seen, he would walk into that diner, head high, and his beard bows sparkling. The things he did to keep these children happy.

If it meant buying a hundred ponies, wearing full make up, and walking across a floor of legos – Sy would do it all to see these kids smile.

“I love Janet's!” Willow squealed dancing on her tiptoes, nearly poking her uncle in the eye with the eye shadow brush she was using. The hot pink creme shadow she had chosen for him was really going to pop with his dark beard. “Uncle Sy, please. Please can we go? You said that you would take me there the next time we went for lunch, you said that I could have a big sundae and...”

“Sy?” A sideways glance at her baby brother, Aimee puckered her lips for Annie to apply some lipstick. Offering the kids ice cream as a meal wasn't a crime, but it would explain why they sometimes came home bouncing around like mad hornets in an old coke can.

“Wispy, you're not supposed to tell your ma that I let you at ice cream as a meal.”

“Sorry, but can I?”

“Maybe for dessert, you can Annie can shade a giant sundae.” Aimee reasoned.

“Fine, but the next time we go....” Staring at her uncle, Willow pouted.

“Whatever you want, bubs.” Smirking at his sister, Sy conveniently pointed to the blush in the bag, asking Willow if she thought the orangeish colour would work for him. “Whatever you want.”

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfic #henry cavill

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redhairedfeistynerd · 4 years ago

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Captain McHippityHop

A/N: A long lost piece that I forgot to post last Easter! Another part of my ‘Seasons of Bucky’ series. Loosely edited, all errors are my own. Enjoy and have a great long weekend everyone.

Don’t not copy or redistribute any of my pieces.

Summary: It’s finally Spring and the Barnes family is ready for some Easter fun. Uncle Steve has something to hop on about.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 2200+

Warnings: kissing, nudity, sexual situations, implied smut, teasing, cautious Bucky

No bunnies were harmed in the making of this fic

“We’ll be there at 10, okay? Don’t worry, they’ll be up and ready.” Bucky rolls his eyes while he listens begrudgingly to Steve as he carries on about the importance of being on time.

Y/N sits across from him on the couch, her left elbow resting on the arm and her hand folded up, flapping open and closed as if it were Steve’s big mouth. Bucky is trying to control the look on his face, if it cracks, he is likely to burst out laughing. And IF he laughs, y/n will follow and they both know that Steve will not be impressed.

Bucky ends the call and looks to y/n. “You’re a pain in the ass. I was TRYING to be serious and keep a straight face but you kept smirking and your eyes brightened up like you were going to laugh. I can’t stop myself when you do that, I want to laugh with you!”

He lunges towards her and tackles her into the soft cushions of the couch. He knows that it’s finally ok to kiss her and he attacks her neck as she tries to curl into herself; he attacks the left side, kiss by kiss. Her giggles have turned into shrieks and he knows that she is enjoying it. He can’t get over how playful she is, he could drown in her laughter and happiness. It fills all those empty places inside of him, all the places he closed up when his marriage ended all those years ago. They’ve be silent and dark for almost a decade and then she came along and into their lives.

She crept in slowly, a hot chocolate date here and there with his girls, a walk in the park and then a stop at the playground, a rare night at his house when the girls were able to visit their mom. It had taken years for him to build up the courage to talk to her about how he felt but she was the first one to move her lips to his. Soft, tasting of vanilla and beeswax, everything he thought it would be, was everything that he received. Her arms wrapped around him first and she whispered in his ear that it was ok for him to do the same. His arms went around her softly but he still had a thought in his head the he could crush her, that all of the years without holding a woman meant that he was going to use all of his force at once and hurt her.

“Barnes, you aren’t going to crush me, don’t hold back. You hold your daughters every day, I know you’ll be gentle with me,” she said as she kissed his forehead softly.

“It’s just… I don’t,” he fumbles with his words and y/n brings a finger to his lips.

“Less talk, more kissing, Barnes.” She pulls his face back to hers and kisses him with a bit of force, trying to encourage him to be forceful. He does try to pull back but her hand is in his hair and she uses it to pull him back in. “No way Barnes, I’m not letting you back out after all these years. You’ve told me how you feel, let me show you how I feel.”

He really likes her and he has told her how he feels but hell, he loves how she is showing him. Her mouth is warm and incredibly soft, the sweet taste of her lip balm is swirling around inside his mouth. How can someone be so sweet, both in life and in her delicious mouth. Pulling back slowly, he looks into her eyes, admiring their colour before he whispers “Will you stay?”

“Why are you whispering, no one is going to hear us and it’s not as if I haven’t spent the night here before. The girls are with their mom tonight for Easter dinner. We are alone, my sweet,” she whispers into his hair and kissing his ear.

Bucky’s cheeks are slowly turning from pink to red, he can’t look her directly in the eyes. “I mean…” he chokes a bit on the words, clears his throat and begins again. “I mean, I want you to stay with me, in my room. Not the spare room like when we have sleepovers with the girls. You with me. In my arms. I would really, more than anything, like to have you in my arms tonight.” He can’t meet her eyes and curls into himself a little with the embarrassment he is feeling.

“Don’t you dare shy away from me, Bucky Barnes,” she gently scolds him as she crawls into his lap. She brings a hand to his chin, and pushes up so his eyes meet hers. “You don’t need to hide from me, ever.”

He can’t help but be nervous about this. A woman in his bed after all these years. Forget the quick one night stands he rarely had at someone else’s apartment after a night at the bar. This meant something. He had never been more aware of the carpet beneath his feet as y/n pulled him down the hallway to his bedroom. Each step sinking into the carpet, pulling him into the plush fibers, and releasing him.

“Help me,” he thinks he, hears her say as she pulls him closer. He hasn’t moved and her eyes are wide and staring into him. “Bucky,” his name softly escapes her mouth and she brings his right hand the front of her dress, guiding him to the buttons. “Help me,” is whispered into his ear and he freezes. Her hands have moved over his, picking one up and gently placing it on her breast. “Start here, this button first,” she coaxes him, “you can do it Bucky. You aren’t going to hurt me. I trust you.”

It’s as if it finally makes sense in the darkest pits of his mind. One by one, he pushes the button out of the holes and pulls the dress away and down her body. He can’t help but stare and before he makes her feel comfortable with his eyes looking her up and down in awe, he brings her closer, wrapping one around her and pulling her into a deep kiss. Bucky pulls away first and brushes her hair back, “I think you said something about showing me how you felt?”

The girls are dropped off early the next morning as y/n is starting to make breakfast. Bucky is quietly sipping his coffee and staring out the window. He’d woken y/n up early, soft kisses up the back of her neck, trying to enjoy her warm body that had curled into him during the night. He fell asleep soon after and awoke to an empty bed. He found her the kitchen table, pink sparkly rabbit ears on and placing chocolate eggs into baskets.

“Did you, did you make the girls Easter baskets?”

“I sure did, I thought we could say our good ole bunny friend popped by your house too.”

Bucky leaned over to give her a quick kiss, “it makes me incredibly happy that you think about them. It makes me feel so fulfilled that I’ve met someone that considers my daughters.”

“They’re part of you Bucky, why wouldn’t I think of them? Besides, I remember loving baskets like this when I was a kid and I want Riley and Piper to enjoy them too.”

The girls had squealed when they saw the large baskets on the kitchen table and ran to y/n, smothering her in kisses. Bucky’s ex-wife watched from the doorway and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to y/n. Once the girls had hugged their mom goodbye and wolfed down a breakfast of French toast and fruit, Bucky packed the girls in the car and they headed off to meet Steve.

It’s 10 a.m. and it looks like the Easter bunny and friends exploded pastel colours everywhere. The girls run into the kitchen, where Pepper is placing cupcakes adorned with mini eggs and Peeps on a tray.

“Hey you two, are you ready for some Easter treats and crafts? I hear the Easter Bunny will be here as well! Why don’t you take a look out back and see if there’s someone hopping around?” Pepper hands the trays of cupcakes to Bucky and pushing them towards the patio door.

The two of them head out towards the picnic tables, Bucky placing the cupcakes down before he turns to see a 6-foot-tall bunny out of the corner of his eye.

Bucky bursts out laughing before he can get a hello out. “Oh… my…” he keels over, his laughter so powerful that he has to hold onto the picnic table to stabilize himself. He can hear y/n ask what’s so funny and Bucky points over to wear Steve was last standing. He hears a little snort and it’s not long before she has fallen to the grass in a fit of laughter. Bucky can’t help but laugh louder at y/n’s display.

“What the hell are you wearing, Stevie?”

“It’s for the kids, you jerk. I have ears on, a cute little nose, and a bunny tail,” he says and wiggles his behind. “Obviously, I’m the Easter bunny.”

Tony saunters by, a mimosa in hand “why don’t you ask Rogers how “America’s Ass” ended up with a bunny tail.”

“Stevie, what did you do?” y/n laughs

Steve is between blushing and looking furious at Tony. “You just had to open your big mouth.”

“Rogers here thought it was a smart idea to make a bet with Pepper. This ancient idiot thought he could have a bake off with Pepper and win,” Tony snorts and take a sip of his drink.

“Oh Steve, you should have known Pepper would kick your ass,” y/n says, wrapping an arm around his waist, trying to comfort him. “I know for a fact, that the second the girls see you, they’ll jump all over you and tell you how much they love it. So, enjoy that it will be a hit with them.”

Bucky could hear their giggles coming from inside, Pepper, holding their hands, led them out to the picnic tables where the egg decorating had started. Y/n leaned into him a pressed a quick kiss to his cheek, letting him know that she was going to paint some eggs with his daughters.

“Come on Stevie, bounce away and introduce Cap McHippity Hop to the girls,” Tony teased.

“If those kids weren’t here Tony, I’d be kicking your f-”

“Now, now Cap, language,” mocked Tony, a sly smile forming across his face.

Steve muttered something unintelligible and made his was over to where Bucky’s girls were sitting with Y/N. His girls were so preoccupied with dipping their eggs in the coloured pots, that they didn’t notice Steve peeking over their shoulders. It wasn’t until Y/N started up with her giggling again, that Riley and Piper looked up to see what was so funny.

“Uncle Stevie!!! You have fuzzy ears AND a bunny nose!! Are you the Easter Bunny?” Riley asked loudly, jumping up to stand on the bench of the picnic table, now eye to eye with Steve.

“I’m your very own bunny, princess. Looks like you are doing a fabulous job with those Easter eggs. How about you and Piper come with me once you’re done and you can look around the yard for all the candy I hid?”

“Uncle Stevie, you’re the best!” Riley squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “But don’t tell daddy that, ok?” she whispered into his ear.

With a smile, Steve squeezed her once more before heading over to where y/n was sitting. He sat beside her and smiled.

“Those girls sure love you, Steve. Thanks for doing this for them, even if you did lose a bet and had to wear a cute little bunny tail,” she said as she peeked over to see the fluffy white ball attached to his pants. “I think the tail suits America’s Ass,” y/n laughed, pushing against him lightly.

“Ya, ya, keep laughing. I’ll have you know, that I had already planned all of this before I lost the bet, the outfit only adds to the festivities. I wanted to make this day special for Bucky’s girls, they’re my family too.” He looked at Y/N and pulled her into a hug. “I hope you know that you are part of my extended family as well, I love all of you.”

The girls finished quickly and made their way around with baskets, collecting jellybeans and bunnies, the smiles are their faces making Y/N smile. Bucky made his way over to her, once they had finished with lunch and the girls were slowly slipping into a sugar coma from all the treats their Uncle Steve had bought for them.

“Hey Barnes, before we get out of here, I think you need to take that tail and ears from Steve; I’ve always wanted to be a playful bunny,” she winks at him and walks towards the girls. She watches as Bucky picks up his pace, going after Steve as he headed inside with empty platters from their lunch.

“Come on girls, let’s get everything together and head on home.”

“Hey Y/N? Thank you for coming with us and helping us keep daddy happy,” Piper says, her big eyes staring up at Y/N.

“You’re welcome sweetie, l love seeing your daddy happy too,” Y/N replied smiling. She was more than happy herself and glad that she had this little family to love.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky banes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #steve rogers #single dad!bucky #easter fic #redwrites

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captainsassmanes · 5 years ago

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For Malex: angst/fluff #52 "i wouldn't change a thing about you"

Things had been going pretty well.

It had all started with the fight to end all fights. Declarations were made, housewares were thrown, accusations were cutting and, at the end of it, they still stood, completely in love and together.

Starting from scratch had been more challenging than either of them thought it would be. The dates were easy, full of laughter and smiles, so warm and light. The sex was spectacular, each time its own revelation.

The talking was hard. The honesty was hard.

As much as he figured he’d struggle, Michael surprised himself by taking it all in stride. He told Alex when he was pissed, scared, overwhelmed. He shared more about his time in the system through screams or tears, depending on the day. And Alex, well.

Alex was perfection.

He’d let Michael yell at the walls, voice ricocheting and furniture shaking. Other nights he’d hold Michael tight in the dark, rocking gently back and forth, whispering that he was safe and loved. He understood when Michael would drive off for hours at a time and come back, head hung in sadness, and welcome him into waiting arms without question.

But Alex wasn’t as willing to break apart.

Michael tried. There were significant gaps of time that Alex simply wouldn’t reveal, dodging questions with meal prep or a movie or kisses that made Michael’s knees give out. Stories he told, situations he relived, he did with a blank expression and a calm voice. Alex never wavered.

But tonight had been different.

Michael was resting on the couch, Buffy sprawled across his lap sound asleep, TV on quietly in the background when Alex had flown through the front door, cursing and throwing his jacket to the ground.

“Whoa, what’s wrong?” Michael stood so quickly, Buffy let out a startled bark, legs stiff and body on high alert. Alex had his back turned to Michael, leaning on the kitchen counter. His back moved with his deep breaths, muscles shifting beneath his t-shirt.

Carefully, Michael approached, hand outstretched. “Alex?” When his hand touched the soft cotton, Alex tensed for a moment before collapsing into himself just a bit more.

“C’mon, you’re scaring me now.” Michael took hold of Alex’s bicep, spinning him in place. Alex released a hiss and gripped his right hip.

“Fuck, Michael! Just back off!”

Through the guilt, Michael noticed Alex was covered in dirt, with a red tinge mixed in. Blood. Alex limped off toward the bedroom, grumbling under his breath with Buffy hot on his heels.

“Hey! Don’t walk away!”

Alex sat on the edge of the bed, pulling off his clothes and angrily throwing them on the floor. With a huff he said, “I just wanna take a shower, Guerin.”

“Guerin?” Michael couldn’t help the anxiety that squeezed his chest. He was only Guerin when Alex was about to shut him out.

“Can you give me some privacy, please?”

Michael considered it. Clearly something had happened and Alex wasn’t taking it well. But this, he decided, was exactly where their problems were born.

He shook his head and moved slowly into the room, kneeling at Alex’s feet. “No.” His eyes searched for Alex, longed for the warmth of his gaze. “Look at me.”

Alex bit his lip but didn’t move.

“Alex, look at me.”

With a shaky sigh, Alex eventually looked up. His watery eyes met Michael’s and he melted. The love he had for Alex would only ever grow.

“I’m gonna take off your leg and you’re gonna tell me what happened. Then you’ll have the best shower of your life.”

Michael started to slowly work on the prosthetic, taking more time than was necessary to touch Alex’s thigh, move his fingers over the downy hair there, hand moving lower, skimming over metal.

Alex crossed his hands over his stomach and stared blankly at his lap. He waited.

“I fell.” Michael knew that was coming. As soon as Alex’s clothes were off he noticed the scrape on his knee and the redness on his chest.

“I wasn’t paying attention and tripped. I was fine, just embarrassed. But it was like all of Roswell was outside at that exact moment. People were pulling me up and putting the shit that fell out of my bags back.”

Michael laid the prosthetic down on the ground and started working on the sock. “Sounds like they were just trying to be nice.”

“It was pity, Michael. Ten people pitied me this afternoon in front of another ten people who just stared. I was the sad, handicapped boy today.”

Shifting closer in between Alex’s legs, Michael leaned his head on Alex’s thigh, rubbing his stubbled cheek on the soft skin turning it a blushing pink.

“What do you need?”

With a sigh, Alex rested his head in one hand, his other moving unconsciously into Michael’s curls, massaging his head. Michael couldn’t help but close his eyes against the feeling.

“I wanted my leg back today.” Michael knew how hard that was for Alex to admit; his vulnerability taking up space in the small bedroom. Michael sat up tall and took Alex’s face in his hands.

“We all fall sometimes. But you got back up.”

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, physically willing tears away. When one escaped, Michael wiped it away quickly without a word. Alex let out a small breath and leaned into Michael, their foreheads meeting.

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.” Alex opened his eyes and Michael shrugged. “If that means anything.”

A small smile appeared and Michael felt a warmth spread through his belly.

Rubbing their noses together, Alex whispered, “it does.”

After a few soft kisses, Michael finished getting Alex ready for his shower, sock in the dirty clothes and a quick massage to the overworked stump.

“I”m sorry I hurt you.” Guilt still gnawed at Michael for adding insult to injury in the kitchen.

“You should be.” Michael’s head shot up, panic clawing up his spine. “You’re gonna owe me big tonight.”

A wicked grin spread across his face. “Whatever you need, Captain.”

Standing, Alex tapped Michael on the ass with a wink. “Damn right.”

#Roswell New Mexico #Malex #Malex fic #prompts #my fic #thank you for the prompt #angst with a happy ending #slightly edited #guest appearance by Buffy Manes

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pwclark · 4 years ago

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My Choice

Bucky Barnes x reader (post Endgame)

Y/N and Bucky handle the aftermath of Steve leaving to return to Peggy.

Warnings: anger, language

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Something was wrong.

Bruce had returned to the compound in alarming silence, carrying his equipment alone. I knew what had happened as soon as I saw it. The brown bag slung over Sam’s shoulder. My heart clenched.

How could he? Of course I knew why, I just couldn’t believe he’d actually done it. Suddenly fear krept up my throat. What if... It was quickly forgotten as Bucky walked through the door. His head hung low and his brow was pulled together deep in thought. The pain of loss etched into every angle of his face. I couldn’t stop the anger that began to boil inside of me.

“Steve, uh. Steve’s gone.” Bucky mumbled barely raising his head. His eyes dare not drift from the speck of lint on the blue carpet. I couldn’t stand the sight of his saddened face anymore. Without a word I turned and stomped to the gym, my nails digging into my palms.

It has been about 2 hours since the boys returned sans one Rogers. My knuckles are bruised from the rage filled punches I have been throwing at the swinging bags. Every punch is harder than the last as my arms begin to feel like jelly. With a final sad jab to the bag I flop down to the mats and stare at the white tiled ceiling. My head spins with thoughts. Hurt. Betrayal. Confusion. Sadness. No single emotion sticks out and I close my eyes to silence the storm. A shower- I need a shower. As I stand to head to the locker room, Sam opens the door.

“Hey” he takes a seat at the bench.

“Hi.”

“I figured I’d find you here. Tin man told me you left all pissy.” He looks at me expectedly. My knuckles are starting to throb now. All I can focus on are my shoe laces. “So that’s it then. You’re not going to talk?”

“What do you want me to say Wilson?” I look at him now, throwing my hands in the air.

“Well for starters you can tell me why you’re-“

“You know damn well why.” I snap. I’m stopped from turning away by Sam’s hand gently grabbing my wrist.

“C’mon Y/N, you can’t honestly tell me you’re surprised. We saw this coming a mile away.” He had a point. The thought had crossed my mind atleast once before today. But I never expected him to actually do it.

“He had a chance to go back. To go home.”

“He was home Sam. We were his home, his friends.”

“I know but-“

“No. You don’t get it.” I can’t help but laugh bitterly “I suppose you’re just happy he’s gone. Don’t think I didn’t notice that fancy toy you brought back with you. So what you’re the new captain america now? Geez Wilson”

“Hey woah. That’s enough. I know you’re hurt. Believe me I am too, really I am, but I’m not the one to start blaming.” Sam’s tone is gentle but firm. I sigh and take a seat on the bench next to him.

“Yeah I know I’m sorry. I’m not sure why I’m even acting so angry. I’m personally not that hurt. For us it’s not so bad. We and Steve were close, but I get why he did it. But for him to do this to Bucky. I can’t forgive him for that Sam. How can he just throw away everything they had? Did the last seven years mean nothing? I mean he went from fighting his own comrades for Buck to leaving him without even a heads up??? How could he possibly do that?!” As I talk my anger grows. It only intensifies as I hear the man beside me laugh.

“Oh man. You really like him don’t you?” I blush. After being recruited to the team a few years back, Barnes and I grew close and I developed a crush on him. In order to save myself the embarrassment I hid it as best I could. Between the late night talks, recon missions, and lazy days off my crush had grown into serious feelings for the sargent. It was awful when I lost him in the snap. I thought I’d never see him again. I turned to Steve for comfort during that time. He knew how much Bucky meant to me. When I saw him after five years, I swore my heart was going to burst. Yet still these feelings had never been addressed out loud.

“Oh come on it’s not like it was a secret. We all practically knew you had feelings for the guy.” I shrug might as well tell someone now.

“Yes. I do. I suppose that has something to do with my pissy attitude.”

“You should talk to him.”

“Maybe. But right now I need a shower and sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow Wilson and hey, I’m sorry. For what it’s worth I think Steve made the right choice. You’ll be a great Captain. I’m just not sure I’m ready to see a different face behind the shield yet.” He nods with a soft smile on his lips. He leaves as I head to the showers.

I lay in bed trying to force my mind to sleep. Every muscle in my body is exhausted but my brain cannot rest. As I try to fathom the fact that I will never see Steve again tears fall down my face. As pain siezes my chest, I can only think of how much harder it must be for Bucky right now. Oh Buck, I’m so sorry.

(Bucky’s POV)

It hurt like hell. I gave up on sleep hours ago, and instead let my mind wonder to the painful memory of this morning. The look on her face. Her brokenness and anger. It just about killed me. She ran off and I didn’t see her for the rest of the night. I thought about trying to go talk to her, but I didnt think I could face seeing her so upset again. So I ate a few things and then came to my room.

Steve leaving had been hard. But I wasn’t shocked in the slightest. I got to say goodbye, and that was it. The walk back to the compound was quiet. My stomach felt uneasy as I tried to face the fact I’d have to tell Y/N. It had been hard knowing the pain she went through during the - what did the kid call it oh yeah- during the blip. But now this. This would destroy her, and the thought of her pain alone made me sick to my stomach.

I give up on sleep, and I make my way to the kitchen. I open the fridge door and idly scan the shelves. I hear the floorboard creek and turn to see her standing there in her black cotton shorts and Central Park zoo T-shirt-specifically bought 2 sizes to big for sleeping. Finally my eyes make it to her face and- She’s been crying. The end of her nose is pink, and her eyes are still glossy. Son of a bitch. The sight almost makes my knees buckle and my stomach turn. I have known Steve all of my life. On many occasions I’ve stepped in to save him from the messes he got himself into, but right now in this moment I could kill him. I could never forgive him for the pain he brought to the beautiful girl in front of me.

(Reader’s POV)

Bucky’s eyes hold mine for a second until I look away at the empty space in the dark room.

“Can’t sleep?” I ask in a shaky voice. I miss the small step he takes forward as if to reach out to me.

“Nope, and I take it you can’t either.” He pauses for a moment before he grabs two glasses, the milk and a package of cookies. “C’mere.” I follow him to the couch that faces the floor to ceiling windows and sit down. He hands me a blanket and I wrap it around my shoulders. A small smile dances on my lips as he sits beside me and pours the milk for each of us.

“Thank you.” I say as I take my cup form him. For a while we eat our cookies in silence. I stare out the large windows at the stars shining outside the compound. I can feel his eyes on me. His emotions roll off of him in waves. Hurt and anger.

“You have every right to be angry at him.” I say turning to catch him give a puzzled look before turning his pensive gaze to the crumbs on the table. His eyes meet mine again before he asks,

“Why do you think I’m angry?”

“I know you well enough by now to know when you’re angry James.” I say. His mouth turns up into a smile at the mention of his real name. “He deserves every ounce of your anger for leaving.”

“Well you’re right I am upset, but it’s not for my sake. I’ll miss him, but I understand why this is how things had to be.” I search his eyes for answers as he chooses his next words. “Those tear stains on your cheeks should never have had to happen, though. I hate to see you hurt like this.”

I shake my head at his words. Of course Bucky would be thinking of others even while going through this great loss. “He left you Buck. After all you all have been threw. After everything he did to bring you back and then he leaves you. Just after you get back from.....” I trail off and a shiver rubs up my spine. “He betrayed your friendship. With no warning. How could you not be upset.”

The metal in his arm whirs as he fiddled with his fingers.

“He told me he was going to do it.”

“What?”

“A few days ago. He came to my room and wanted my advice. He talked about how he never adjusted to this life. How he longed to be back in his own time. With her. He saw her, ya know? When he went for the stone. And he couldn’t stand to stay when he knew he could have her.” He continues his story as I sit with my mouth hung open in shock.

“He still shouldn’t have left you behind. I’m sure you are longing to get back to your time too. You could’ve gone. He’s not the only one that was lost in the 40s. How selfish could he be to leave you here like that.” I turn to face him completely on the couch. He is staring at the stars again now when he tightens his lips and shakes his head.

“He offered.”

I stared at him in awe. The anger inside me suddenly deflated.

“He wanted me to go with him. But I chose to stay. Y/N he didn’t abandon me it was my choice.” He glances at me, then turns to face me as well.

“Steve never really left the past. Not completely. But I’ve been modernized wether I chose it or not. There’s no place for a metal armed war vet like me there. I’d be an outcast and even more of a freak.”

“Oh don’t say that. You’re not a freak.” I reach and grab his hand. His thumb rubs the back of my hand.

“But th-that’s not the main reason I stayed.” I wait patiently with his hand in mine for him to continue. He takes a deep breath to calm himself before he looks into my eyes. His beautiful eyes. I get lost in them searching for any possible clue. I see his nervousness, and something more. Something familiar that I can’t quite place.

“It’s you.” Tears begin to fill my eyes as the soldier in front of me pulls my hands up to his mouth to kiss each one. “Steve found the love of his life at the beginning of the war. Fate ripped them apart and he found a chance to go back to her. So he took it. But I don’t have to go back. I found mine right here, doll. So I’m staying” he looks at me with one of his classic Sargent Barnes grins. My heart leaps out of my chest and butterflies flutter in my stomach. I grab his face and crash my lips onto his. We pull away breathless as our foreheads rest together. “I don’t want to be in any other time or place if it’s not with you.”

“James Buchanan Barnes, you never cease to amaze me.” I giggle as he wraps his arms around me. We sit there in each other’s embrace watching the stars.

As my eyes start to close he leans down to plant a kiss on the top of my head.

“This. This was my choice.”

#marvel #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #cute #post endgame #bucky x reader

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jewels2876 · 5 years ago

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Sweet Success - BONUS

A/N: I couldn’t leave it there! I have to give you this last BONUS chapter that I hope you all love - thanks again for the love & comments/reblogs & support!

Square filled: Bakery AU - @star-spangled-bingo

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, kids Isabella and Rebecca and James, Loki mention

Word Count: 1176

Warnings:fluff, see tags for spoilers

Pics are not mine!

Chapter Ten

Epilogue

Isabella stood over her cake and gently laid the fondant over the chocolate cake. She grabbed the smoother and glided it, laying the fondant flat removing any annoying hidden bubbles. She mentally patted herself on the back for remembering all the little tricks you taught her. While you had been baking most of your life, it was only in the last few years since graduation that Isabella had turned her love of sweets and family and poured it into the business you had started. It allowed her to stay close to Rebecca before she headed off to college. Of course, business hadn’t always been easy, especially when you had to deal with the baker to the stars, the one and only Steve Rogers. This time it was a little different, Isabella thought with a chuckle.

The kitchen door slammed and she jumped, causing a deep gouge in the fondant. “Damn it!”

“Language!” James teased.

Isabella stuck her tongue out at the guy standing in front of her. While they had become best friends, he still acted like the cocky 17 year-old she remembered. “You sound like your dad,” Isabella sassed.

James held a hand to his chest in mock horror. “You wound me with your words, Izzy.”

A deep male voice sounded. “And you need to back to drama class with that horrible performance. Honestly, you really should consider coming to London and studying instead of that dreadful…”

“Loki, I’d stop there if I were you,” you joked loudly from the living room.

“Darling, please! If I’m going to be here to help you pull this off, I need at least one of us to tone down the dramatics. And I prefer that it not be me.”

You chuckled under your breath as you thought to yourself, just one more day. You did a little shimmy on the couch cushions as you stared at the tv, trying to distract yourself. One more day.

Two Days Earlier

The graduation anthem played; Rebecca stood in front of her class and gave the valedictorian speech. You mouthed the words along with her, even though she didn’t once glance your way.

“You’re gonna make me cry!” she had whined in the car.

“Bec, just… flash her a smile at the end,” Isabella suggested. “No one has to know it’s your mom supplying the rain at that point, and your class will think you’re emotional about them.”

“Isabella! When did you get so good at this?” you had quipped.

Steve grasped your left hand with his right and gave it a gentle squeeze. His attention was on your beautiful profile the entire time, graduation be damned. He loved watching your little micro-expressions of pride and sadness and love. He took a swipe at a tear that escaped. You had turned to him then, all teary-eyed, and kissed his cheek softly in a quiet ‘thank you.’

Before long the graduation was over and the kids threw their mortarboards in the air with a series of whoops and hollers. You had already made Rebecca promise to call any time, or get an Uber, for the graduation party after. She found you in the crowd, watery smile on her face, and flash you a thumbs up. You brushed away a tear with a chuckle.

“You ready Mom?” Isabella asked. Steve squeezed your hand one last time and blew you a kiss as he headed to his car. You blew him a kiss back. “Mom!”

You turned to Izzy with a huge grin. “What?! I can’t moon after…”

“Not legally,” she deadpanned. You both laughed at the movie reference as you got into the car.

Present

You took a deep breath before staring back at Steve. He looked so handsome in his navy suit, white shirt bright underneath, and pink rose pinned to his lapel. The suit made his eyes look that much bluer, the tears brightening his eyes. You felt your own tears threatening to escape; you pinched a small corner of the handkerchief Isabella had pressed into your hand and dabbed at the corner of your eyes.

“You look incredible,” Steve whispered.

You blushed as you answered him back with a loving grin. “You look handsome.”

A throat cleared and the small group gathered chuckled.

“Would you like to add anything?”

“Sorry,” you and Steve apologized in unison.

“Thankfully it’s over so I can say: you may now kiss the bride!”

Steve took you in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to your lips before dipping you. The crowd hollered in appreciation. Isabella and Rebecca pretended to cover their eyes in mock embarrassment while James playfully grabbed Steve’s arm to pull him back up.

The party after had been a roaring success. With the help of Loki and your daughters, your backyard had turned into a wonderland: tented tulle, twinkling lights, and candles lit on every table. The cake was a three tiered creation of Isabella’s; plenty of people raved about the navy, pink, and white tiers, flavored to perfection.

“It’s time for the best man’s speech,” Loki announced. James stood up, with Isabella and Rebecca flanking him. You and Steve looked at each other, wondering what the kids were up to.

James started. “When Isabella and I were in high school, we always thought our parents should get together.”

Your face flushed as Isabella continued. “As much as we love, and miss our dad, we wanted our mom to be happy again. Baking seemed to be one of the two things that ever did that.”

Steve squeezed your hand under the table as Rebecca went next. “No matter what the three of us tried to come up with, they always seemed to avoid each other. Not on purpose either. The stars just never aligned very well.”

“Until our bake sale,” James continued. “Isabella, Rebecca, and I knew this was our one chance and things had started out ok, but Tony Stark had other ideas.” People giggled as Tony threw his head back and laughed. You and Steve both grinned at Tony.

“We all know Mr. Stark, and his penchant for wanting to be big and bold, and all five of us delivered on that,” Isabella held up a poster board with an image of the cake. Everyone nodded, remembering both the cake and their original reaction at its unveiling.

“I delivered on that, everyone else just helped,” Rebecca teased. James and Isabella both groaned good-naturedly, as you took a playful swat at your daughter. “But in the end, it was that cake that started this family’s newest chapter and all three of us are very blessed to be part of this awesome new family.” Rebecca’s voice wavered. Isabella squeezed her shoulder and took the mic.

“Please raise a glass and toast our parents, who taught us that love is worth waiting for, fighting for, and is never-ending. To the bride and groom!”

Glasses raised and clinking sounded as you leaned over and kissed Steve. “We have some pretty awesome kids,” Steve whispered as you pulled away.

You chuckled and pressed your forehead to his. “Yeah we do.”

FIN

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y-not-loki · 6 years ago

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Mischief | Loki L.

A/N: Hello, this is probably going to be the longest one-shot that I will ever upload, but here it is, my submission for @bucky-at-bedtime‘s writing challenge. It is as fluffy and sassy as I could make it. I hope it’s up to standard. (prompt is after the cut)

Genre: Only the fluffiest. Well, there’s no angst, and it’s sorta just romance with the enemies-to-friends-to-lovers trope.

Warnings: Misunderstood phrases/innuendos (some people just have dirty minds), swearing, mentions of torture/maiming.

Word Count: 10 101 (I got carried away)

Blurb: (Y/N) ends up befriending Loki when he is dragged into the mess that is the Avengers by Thor and Odin’s orders. Queen of Pranks and Mischief on the team, Cheshire Cat lives up to her name, causing chaos on the streets and in the Compound. (Y/N) never expected enemies to friends to lovers to be so competitive and banter-filled, but caring and soft.

Prompt: “That was ONE time”

*DISCLAIMER: I DON’T OWN ANYTHING IN THIS BUT THE PLOT*

The Compound has never been so hectic, Tony and Bruce were rushing around Loki-proofing and checking everything, the bird bros were perched high up, ready to snipe/knock out trouble when Thor and Loki eventually arrive, Rhodey and Vision were flying around, doing a perimeter check that the force field that Doctor Strange and Tony had created to protect against magical and technological attacks was holding up well, the super soldiers, excluding Natasha, were waiting near the Bifrost depot (T’Challa was with them, Shuri was in charge of Wakanda for the day that he was here reinforcing the image of the Avengers). This left the women to wander around and show Doctor Strange the inside of the Compound, as he had only been there once, and that was to help out with the force field.

The Bifrost lit up the sky, shooting towards them, and all the Avengers dropped what they were doing, and headed to the Bifrost, forming a ring around Thor and Loki. Everyone was armed and ready.

Loki was in a muzzle and chains connected at his neck and hips. Thor was in his usual Asgardian warrior’s armour.

“Friends! This is my brother, Loki of Asgard.”

“Ah yes, gold-green-black with the mind washing sceptre from New York. I think I’ve heard of him.” (Y/N) immediately responded, her mind not even registering what she was saying before she heard it. Oops. “Thank you for your clarification.” All eyes were on her. Double oops. The only person who looked mildly amused was Tony, Loki just looked like he was analysing every part of her, even though she was wearing her suit and her helmet over her head she felt like she was getting picked to pieces.

Thor ignored her comments, continuing an introduction. “In the ring are, by aliases, Black Widow, Iron Man, Black Panther, Captain America, White Wolf or Winter Soldier, Hawkeye, Falcon, Cheshire Cat, War Machine, Scarlet Witch, the Vision, and the Hulk.” Loki almost imperceptibly flinched when Thor pointed at Bruce, and apparently (Y/N) was the only person who picked up on it.

Good. Black mail. (Y/N) thought to herself, an amused smirk on her lips underneath the helmet she wore. It was very similar to the Black Panther helmet, only it had a big, white, sharp-toothed smile along the bottom that looked almost like a muzzle, making her seem more feral.

With introductions done, Thor lead Loki inside the building, and the Avengers fell into rank, oldest members to newest, meaning that (Y/N) was at the back of the procession. She wasn’t happy with it, but she already had revenge planned out. Individual pranks for all.

The bedrooms had been planned out, a few people had to be kicked out of their original rooms, so that Loki’s room was in the centre of all their rooms, that way he was in the middle of it all. (Y/N) had ended up with a room right across from his, which meant that she had the perfect vantage point for messing with him.

And her ability made everything easier for her pranks. When you could phase through reality to turn intangible and invisible, but still see and hear things in the real world, it was kind of over-powered. And annoying for everyone who knew her.

But it made her the perfect spy and assassin, she could phase parts of her or things into this different reality and vice versa.

Thor was showing Loki to the interrogation rooms. It had been decided that Bruce was to interrogate Loki, because the Hulk was the only known person to be able to take Loki down, and by the looks of it, Bruce was the only one who truly scared Loki.

(Y/N) was to be the security, because with her super senses and enhanced physical attributes, she was stronger, faster and better than all the super soldiers put together, even though her lack of training was a huge disadvantage against someone who had clearly been trained.

Thor shoved a reluctant Loki into the room and filed into the room next door, which shared the left wall that was made entirely of one-way glass. Bruce followed Loki into the room, holding a file, and they immediately wordlessly took a seat, which was surprising because (Y/N) was almost certain that he would fight back. But she had seen the footage, and had to agree with Thor that Loki was under mind control and torture, but that didn’t mean he was problematic.

She might even lose her title as Queen of Pranks to him. She had to be careful.

The interrogation went peacefully, and (Y/N) removed Loki’s shackles and muzzle, using her ability to phase through existence to take them off him, before placing them on the table silently, and ushering him out of the room.

Thor got him to his room, and made sure he was as comfortable as a prisoner could be, before leaving.

It was time for first impressions. In a more relaxed environment.

First, (Y/N) consulted with Strange, asking if Loki was putting up wards and shields around his room like how they had expected him to, and Strange confirmed it.

Which meant that (Y/N) had to wait before the fun could begin.

Which prank would suit the god of mischief? Which prank would mess him up but make sure he doesn’t break? Which prank has she not implemented on the others?

Everyone saw the pensive look on (Y/N)’s face, and chose to avoid her, in case they were the target of her next masterpiece.

The prank was done and ready, Loki having left to explore the areas he could with Thor, (Y/N) had phased into the In-Between, where everything was grey and sound was warbled, and set up the prank, having by-passed the wards and shields by only phasing parts of herself in at a time.

The door slid open silently, and (Y/N) watched from the corner she hovered in, still in the In-Between. The prank was set into motion almost immediately, and nothing could stop the fact that a pie had been launched into Loki’s face, sprinkles had been released from above him and pink powder had been sprayed at him at all sides, sticking to his Asgardian garments.

(Y/N) had come prepared, with a camera, and phased through quick enough to catch a few pictures before Loki registered what had happened and went full-on rage-god mode.

He stormed out, the pie in hand and his face completely red.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!” He scream-yelled, and (Y/N) phased her mouth through, rather like the Cheshire Cat, and let out a cackle, chasing after him, mouth still phased through and body still invisible.

Everyone had gathered in the common room, wanting to see what sort of mischief and chaos (Y/N) had caused and who the victim was this time.

When it was Loki, everyone paled and Thor approached Loki, who had calmed down slightly. (Y/N) phased back into reality, casually sauntering into the common room as if she had been somewhere else the entire time, clicking through the photos on the camera.

“You.” Loki snarled, storming towards (Y/N), regardless of Thor’s attempts to stop him (which just earned him a few knives to the chest). “You think yourself bold when you challenge a god? You think yourself strong when you manage to humiliate a god? You foolish child, I will-” (Y/N) slapped him, phasing him into the In-Between before he could finish the sentence, then continued over to sit on the couch, flicking through the few photos.

“FRIDAY, put the photos up on a hologram.” (Y/N) commanded calmly, and everyone watched wide-eyed, and Tony walked over, sitting beside (Y/N).

“Do you really think it was a good idea to do that to Loki on the first day?”

“Well, I did it to all you guys on the first day, I see no reason to treat the drama queen differently.” (Y/N) smirked, and Tony rolled his eyes. “Anyway, he’s in time out for a while now, I’ll phase him back when he’s more calm. He can’t touch anything when he’s in In-Between.”

“Phase something over there to entertain him, we can’t have him in a murderous mood when he comes back.” Steve said, more like ordered, but told (Y/N) lightly, which caused her to roll her eyes.

“Well, there are books in my room which I always keep in In-Between, just in case I trap someone like this, and considering that Loki is a bookworm and now has free-reign over where he goes as long as it’s in the Compound, then he should be fine.”

“How are you so sure he won’t leave the Compound?” Wanda asked fiercely.

(Y/N) sighed. If she knew she was going to be bombarded with questions when they found out what she did, she would never have done it. “Because he’ll get bored at some point and start wanting to come back into the real world. Even if he didn’t, he’d eventually fade out in the In-Between or succumb to the demons of the mind that live in the dimension next to it. Look, there’s a reason why I sent him there without hesitation. Just trust me on this, will you? I know you guys don’t trust me about anything else.” That stung her slightly, but it was true. After having pranked everyone mercilessly, everyone was wary of what she was doing, and whilst it was fun to play into it, it meant that no one truly wanted to know her and trust her.

The pictures stayed up and (Y/N) headed back to her room. She phased herself into the In-Between, and sure enough, there was a murderous Loki still covered in whipped cream, sprinkles and pink powdered sugar floating in the middle of her room.

He tried to storm towards her.

It didn’t work.

He tried to swim towards her.

It didn’t work.

He resorted to screaming at her.

“WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! TAKE ME BACK. I DEMAND YOU TO TAKE ME BACK, YOU MEWLING QUIM.” Loki yelled at her, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes.

“I would prefer if you didn’t call me a whining cunt, but we all have our pet peeves. When you calm down and pull your masks back up, I’ll let you back into the real world. You are no different from the rest, they won’t think you stupid, they’ll more likely empathise with you because they’ve all been pranked countless times by me. Now those books over there are for you, read them, calm down, and if you ruin them, I might just kill you.” (Y/N) said calmly, ignoring the fact that Loki was glaring daggers at her. Taking him in one more time, (Y/N) noticed that he had a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Would you prefer it I phased your bathroom into the In-Between for you so you can clean up?”

Loki sneered at her. “Yes.” Came the reply through gritted teeth. (Y/N) reached out towards him, and Loki simply crossed his arms, and (Y/N) shrugged. If the handsome, arrogant man wouldn’t cooperate, then she wouldn’t help.

Handsome? Where did that thought come from?

Well, he is pretty handsome- STOP IT.

(Y/N) ran-swam-flew towards his room, and Loki took it as a sign to follow. He tried using the same actions as (Y/N), but he still didn’t move.

“You have to project it with your mind, and move your body along as well.” (Y/N) called out behind her. Loki caught up in a few seconds. (Y/N) focused, phasing things through reality was difficult when you were trying to phase an entire bathroom and make sure that the piping still worked.

A few seconds later, Loki entered the newly-phased bathroom and (Y/N) turned around to disassemble the prank, making sure everything was clean and the crime scene was as it was before she touched it. By the time that (Y/N) was done, Loki was back in her room, and she phased Loki’s bathroom back into existence, then went over to her bedroom to find Loki peacefully reading, court mask back in place.

“Are you ready to return to the real world?”

“Yes.” Loki responded immediately. “My magic doesn’t work here and I am finding it most uncomfortable.”

“Well, you better get used to it, because it’s my job to control you if you get out of control.” (Y/N) told him, grabbing his wrist and taking an annoyed Loki down to the common room to move him back into the real world, then followed him back into reality. The amount of time spent in the In-Between caused (Y/N) to feel like rubber, all pulled out and stretchy, and gave her a headache.

Tony stormed into the common room to see (Y/N) let go of Loki’s wrist and wipe it on her leg in a disgusted fashion, and Loki turn his head away from her as if he smelled something unpleasant. “(Y/N). Tell me why Loki’s bathroom disappeared for about half an hour.” Tony demanded, and (Y/N) grinned at him cheekily.

“Why don’t you ask Loki himself. I’m going to the training area for a few hours. See ya later.”

“There better not be a prank set up there later!” Tony called after her and she turned around as she jogged backwards.

“That was ONE time.” (Y/N) called back at Tony, “I never repeat pranks!” She shouted, before the jog turned into a run, and developed into a sprint that was faster than light. Tony shook his head in exasperation. (Y/N) always ran faster than sound just for the sonic boom and to show off just how fast she could be.

He turned around to face a disinterested Loki. “So, Reindeer Games what happened?”

“I needed to clean up, and that pathetic little mortal wouldn’t let me into this realm again, so she moved the entire bathroom into what she called the In-Between.” Loki told him monotonously. “Please give her this message from me: If you, little mewling quim, even attempt to pull a trick like that again, then I will dismember you, decapitate you, and disembowel you.”

“(Y/N) would like me to pass this message on to Loki: Suck my dick, asshole. I can hear you.” FRIDAY said seconds later, and Tony laughed.

“I think you’re going to have to watch your tongue, Horny.”

FRIDAY spoke up again. “Now Miss (Y/N) would like Mr Stark to know that in her own words: If you call the drama queen ‘horny’ again, you will be defenestrated on sight, because no one wants to tell him what it means.” Tony grinned and rolled his eyes.

“Well, (Y/N), I won’t call him that again, but that doesn’t mean he won’t ask. And technically, you can’t blame me because you didn’t tell me what nicknames are out of bounds beforehand.” Tony called out, heading down to the labs, leaving Loki to be his dramatic self and stare out the window ominously.

(Y/N) lightly hit the punching bag. Lightly because she wasn’t putting any effort in, but it was swinging hard, making her need to dodge to the side otherwise it would hit her. Tony and Shuri had made this design specifically for (Y/N) and Thor, and sometimes the super soldiers, to enjoy because it wouldn’t break after the first few hits, and it was infused with vibranium so it absorbed some of the impact.

“So the kitten has claws.” A smooth, yet irritating voice pulled (Y/N) out of her pranking ideas. She had a pretty one-tracked mind when it came to her activities, especially since she was pronounced dead to the world, and had a new alibi.

“Come over here and I’ll show you how sharp they are.” (Y/N) retorted easily to Loki’s jab, and easily broke the punching bag with the next punch, making eye contact whilst her fist flew through it.

She was barely sweating.

Loki smirked and walked over, his long legs in tightly fitted leather pants made the journey rather short, and (Y/N) found herself momentarily distracted, because he was still in his warrior’s garments, as Thor called them. His eyes flashed green, and a knife appeared in his hand. He slashed viciously at (Y/N), and she smirked, dodging easily.

“Ooh, what are you going to do to me with that butter knife, eh Lucky?” (Y/N) jabbed quickly to his ribs, faster than him. She had proved to be stronger, faster and lighter than Captain America, and even Thor, even though she needed a lot more energy than both of them combined for her fast metabolism.

But they were mostly evenly matched, as Loki was raised a warrior, and (Y/N) had next to no experience, except when in the field. Even then, she had a few moments before she joined the fight to analyse how the enemy side fought.

“No luck, all skill.” Loki retorted through gritted teeth, causing (Y/N) to smirk. She was barely panting, and now was just batting his wrists away as he came at her with twin blades.

“Brother! Lady (Y/N)! Fight in the ring!” Thor boomed from the weights corner, and (Y/N) took the moment that Loki was distracted to jump and do a quick spinning kick to Loki’s head, causing it to snap to the side, painfully, but not fatally so. Loki landed with a small thud, and (Y/N) watched, hands still up guarding her head, and jumped when Loki swept his legs underneath (Y/N).

“That was a lucky shot.” Loki growled, glancing towards Thor, who was now coming over.

Thor grabbed (Y/N) and Loki by the back of their clothes and threw them into the ring. “Stay in there if you’re going to fight.” Then he left the room.

Loki launched himself at (Y/N) again, and (Y/N) kept mostly to the defensive, but when she saw a big, glaring hole in Loki’s defence, she couldn’t help but jab, or kick at him. Every time she did, she caught Loki by surprise.

“Look how well this kitten is holding up against the turtle. Even without weapons.” (Y/N) teased him, bouncing from foot to foot. Honestly, turtle seemed a lot more appropriate than snake, because of how slow he seemed compared to her.

“Summon a weapon.” Loki snapped at her, still trying to stab her, or at least pin her down. (Y/N) saw another hole in his defence and lunged, jabbing with her fingertips at the soft spot between the ribs and the hips, his elbow instinctively protected the side once hit, revealing Loki’s abdomen, meaning (Y/N) could hit his solar plexus. And hit it she did, side piercing kick to the solar plexus, double storey kick to his nose as he bent over, momentarily breathless. Loki ended up falling onto his back, and (Y/N) swept her leg over him, kicking his wrists and causing his knives to fly out of his hands. She snatched the flying weapons from the air and held one to his neck, and the other to his eye as she sat on his stomach.

“I can’t summon things.” (Y/N) gave him a smirk, Loki was panting, and no doubt sweating in all that leather, and whilst (Y/N) was panting, she wasn’t sweating all that much because of the very few garments she was wearing. Only a loose singlet, which had a few rips in it from when Loki had managed to hit her, and some tights. Purple and black, respectively. But now they had rips in them, and she was bleeding above the eyebrow and in other various places. Apparently Loki hadn’t been going flat out, because whilst she had cuts, she hadn’t been stabbed.

“Oh.” Loki responded breathlessly, glancing between the knives and her hands. Then, “You’re holding them wrong.”

“Well, I apologize, because I’ve never handled blades professionally.” (Y/N) settled her breathing, after a lot of practice, she was used to having to slow her breathing down after a battle in case there were paparazzi or reporters at the scene before they could escape. “Do you yield?” She asked, and Loki nodded slightly.

“I yield.” Loki whispered, and (Y/N) glanced at his lips just in time to see his tongue dart out. Without hesitation, (Y/N) stood up, wanting to get away from the guy and sort out her thoughts and feelings.

It wasn’t a surprise that when someone who had a different body type and a different fighting style to catch her interest, because most of the Avengers who fight with hand-to-hand combat had the same fighting techniques, the same build, and always used the same fighting pattern, but not once did (Y/N) find a repeated pattern of techniques in Loki’s fight.

He was unpredictable. Therefore, dangerous. (Y/N) threw the knives at him languidly and heard him catch them as he stood up and as she walked towards the edge of the boxing ring, jumping easily over the fence and landing in a crouch so that she didn’t injure her joints too badly from the small jump.

Natasha met her halfway with a water bottle and a towel. “You know you could have decked him in the first two minutes.” (Y/N) took the towel and glanced towards where Thor was talking quietly with his brother. “Why didn’t you?”

“I wanted to see his arsenal. I wanted to see what he could do. He doesn’t fight like you guys, not even like Thor. He doesn’t have a pattern, he’s unpredictable. And I want to figure him out.”

“You got the hots for him?” Natasha asked, smirking. “You got the hots for Loki, (Y/N)?”

(Y/N) looked at her shocked, and laughed. “Hell no. He’s interesting, but I doubt he could hold my interest for longer than a week.” That didn’t taste right in her mouth. She could feel the lie spill out of her lips.

“I bet three weeks.”

“And I bet two weeks. What are we betting on?” Clint approached them, and (Y/N) high-fived him.

“How long Loki will hold my attention.”

“Oh come on, that’s an easy one, probably only a few days at most.”

“Hey, he’s rather interesting. He doesn’t fight like anyone I know. Or have fought before.”

“He’s a god.” Clint said with a deadpan expression. “He’s not meant to be predictable by us ‘pathetic mortals’.”

“He doesn’t fight like Thor. Thor has a pattern too, Loki doesn’t.” (Y/N) told him, before downing the entire water bottle. Faster and stronger meant she needed more fuel and more liquids.

Nat returned with another bottle, (Y/N) didn’t even notice when she disappeared. She downed all of the water again and thanked Natasha.

“So how much are we betting?” (Y/N) asked the two adults. “I change my bet to four weeks.”

“Fine, we’ll bet $10 because I’m pretty broke.” Clint added, and they all nodded in agreement, before breaking up. Natasha walked over to the boys casually, and (Y/N) hoped that she didn’t say anything about her. She didn’t want to hear what they were talking about anyway. Clint walked away, and scaled up a wall before disappearing into a vent in the wall.

Sighing, (Y/N) walked over to the targets and picked up a bow and a quiver full of arrows. She shot all the targets, they were placed a few metres back one after the other, and she got the bullseye for each one. It was just luck. Usually, she got bullseye for just over half.

She shot again.

And it was back to normal, she got the inner rings for the last few, which wasn’t surprising.

Someone grabbed her from behind and spun her around. “My brother says that you are a worthy warrior!” Thor put her down, and (Y/N) winced at the likely damage that Thor had caused.

“Uh, thanks? But I doubt that compliment came from him, he hates my guts.” (Y/N) told him, and Thor shook his head.

“Quite the opposite, you two would get along quite well actually.”

“Okay, thanks…?” (Y/N) wasn’t how to respond to that. Loki had, after all, attacked her first, and lashed out when she pranked him for the first time.

“When he stops acting like a child, that is.” Thor grinned, and (Y/N) laughed, giving him a side hug, then letting go quickly.

“I’m going to go practice with some of the daggers first, then go wash myself for dinner. I think the other girls are having a girls’ night.”

“Why have you not been included?”

“I have business to attend to.” (Y/N) gave him a cheeking grin, and he shook his head in an exasperated manner as she skipped away to practice with the throwing knives.

(Y/N) was careful not to make a single sound as she crept around the Compound that night. She needed to set up a few traps, to get the others back for pushing her to the back of their little procession from the morning.

Tony would find that everything in his bedroom has an ‘I ❤ JUSTIN HAMMER!’ sticker on it.

Steve would find a rather surprising thing attached to his shield (a lot of diamantes that make an Iron Man helmet over the star).

Bucky had magnets on his arm. Also, with an Iron Man helmet over his star.

Wanda would find all her favourite red leather jackets missing, and they would return to her in hot pink.

Vision was difficult to prank. (Y/N) decided that she had to hack into his programming, and now every time he said no he would say ‘HELL YEAH’.

Rhodey wasn’t staying at the Compound, so he was untouchable, as were Strange and T’Challa.

Bruce would find a Hulk sticker on every surface of his room. She knew it wouldn’t bother Bruce too much, and that was the purpose, she didn’t want the Hulk to make an appearance.

Hawkeye would find that his bow and arrows had gone missing, leaving him with an empty quiver with a note that said ‘Check the vents, pigeon fart.’ The arrows were completely replaced with confetti arrows, and his bow was hot pink.

Natasha was too risky to prank, (Y/N) had labelled her as the untouchable one early on. So she just stuck a Black Widow sticker on her forehead without Natasha noticing and left it at that. If anyone asks, it wasn’t her.

Sam would find his wings with diamantes that spelled out ‘I ❤ BUCKY BARNES.’

And finally, Thor would find Mjolnir missing. He would freak out that someone else could wield Mjolnir and have the powers of himself, but it would turn out that (Y/N) had simply shifted Mjolnir into the In-Between. She couldn’t lift Mjolnir just yet, but she could shift the reality that Mjolnir existed in.

As she snuck out of her room to begin setting up the pranks, she saw Loki close his door behind him and stopped in her tracks.

He froze too.

(Y/N) spoke first. “Where are you going?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Loki responded, putting his hands in his pockets in a relaxed position, even though his face was closed up, showing no emotions. (Y/N) noticed that he was wearing dark green sweat pants and a black shirt with his golden horned helmet on it, the shirt that Tony had put in his wardrobe as a joke. For some reason the casual wear made him hotter.

Wait, what?

Never mind.

(Y/N) quickly phased the bag that held all her pranking materials in it into the In-Between before Loki could snatch it from her.

“I asked you first.” She retorted.

“And I asked you second.”

“I asked you first, I get my answer first.”

“Fine then, as long as you don’t expose me.”

“Of course not. I would never go back on my pranker’s truce. Even though I’ve never met another active pranker in this Compound.” (Y/N) told him in a hushed whisper, then tilted her head to the side. She quickly grabbed his wrist and they both disappeared just as Tony came around the corner muttering about improvements he could make to the suit. He paused for one second, in between (Y/N) and Loki’s doors, glancing between them, then continued on his way and went inside his room.

(Y/N) let out a relieved sigh, then realised she had pressed herself against Loki out of instinct to stay on the wall. She blushed and stepped back, praying that Loki wouldn’t take note of the blush, but whatever gods were listening sure hated her, because Loki smirked. “I was planning on making all the coffee in the Compound disappear.” He told her, but the stupid smirk was still on his face. Oh how (Y/N) wanted to slap that smirk right off his smug face.

(Y/N) scowled, then her face lit up as she replied. “Sorry, but I did that already, when I learned of how the great Tony Stark was a coffee addict.”

Loki scowled. “But it hasn’t been done by me.”

“I have a better idea for you, Mister Serious Guy, how about you replace all the coffee in the Compound with decaf, and keep it that way for a few months, then replace everything with coffee again and watch how everyone goes crazy rom the sudden caffeine? I was planning on doing it a few months ago, but I got caught up with a few other faster pranks. I feel like this is more your style.” (Y/N) told him excitedly, Loki compared her to a puppy and couldn’t find the difference.

“Fine, I will do your method, but now you need to tell me what’s going on with you.” Loki gestured towards her bag, and (Y/N) gave him a dangerous smirk.

“I’m getting them back for shoving me to the back of the little procession this morning.” (Y/N) told him, and quickly tiptoed to Tony’s room, and stuck her head through the door. Tony was actually going to sleep.

He must be super stressed for that to happen.

Maybe she shouldn’t go through with this.

She didn’t want to make Tony feel worse.

She already regretted millions of the pranks that she did to the others.

Maybe….

Loki was watching. She knew he was, so she returned to him, grabbed his wrist, trying not to let her face burn up because the last time she did this she ended up pressed against him, and phased him back into reality.

He blinked, but shrugged and padded away to where all the coffee was held, in the kitchen, in the private kitchens, he would have to do everywhere.

By the time that they finished their respective pranks, it was nearly sun rise, meaning the super soldiers and Sam would probably head out for their early morning run. Loki found (Y/N) waiting in front of her door, arms crossed and looking out for him. As soon as he got there, she grabbed his wrist and dragged him into her room.

“I can’t let you ruin this for me.” (Y/N) started, glancing around and listening for any heartbeats within earshot. “Say that you solemnly swear that you are up to no good. And mean it. Then say you solemnly swear you will abide by the rules of the pranksters’ truce.”

“I solemnly swear I’m up to no good.” Loki took a deep breath, as if it pained him to tell the truth. “And I solemnly swear to abide by the rules of the pranksters’ truce.”

“Good, now neither of us are allowed to throw the other under the bus, figuratively speaking, and neither of us are allowed to rat each other out. We’re also not allowed to take credit for another’s prank. I hate it when that happens.” (Y/N)’s voice took an edge on the last statement. “Well, mischief managed. For tonight.” She swiped at his wrist again to phase them into In-Between, but Loki shifted his hand at the last minute so that she caught his hand instead.

A blush crept up her neck and only her face, and Loki was watching, amused, as she stuck her head out of the door.

Sam was walking towards the common room, and she could hear Steve and Bucky getting ready in their respective rooms.

She pulled him across the hallway and they walked right through the door, she dumped Loki in his room before he could ask anything and returned to her room to phase back into reality.

Time to do her usual ‘I just woke up’ look after a long night of setting up pranks.

The first scream started. Tony. He must have woken up to all the Justin Hammers.

The next yell was slightly deeper, Bucky, he must have just noticed that he had an Iron Man symbol on his arm.

There was a scramble, and then multiple yells.

Loki and (Y/N) walked out of their room in sync, both with their hair slightly messed up, but there were definitely bags underneath (Y/N)’s eyes.

There was a lot of laughs and yelling, so (Y/N) decided to skip breakfast and head straight to the training centre.

Apparently Loki had the same idea, because he trailed after her.

“I thought you wanted to see the panic you caused by replacing the decaf. I only pranked the Avengers, they’re used to it, but the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be affected by your prank too.” (Y/N) spoke without turning around to acknowledge Loki’s presence.

Loki caught up in a stride, hands in the pockets of the completely black suit he was sporting today. “Well, I don’t want to be around when fingers are getting pointed.”

“But you are the God of Lies.”

“My silver tongue may not be all that effective on people used to dealing with criminals, lies and alibis.” He responded almost immediately, and (Y/N) nodded thoughtfully.

“I guess that makes sense. Want to spar again? I must admit, you don’t fight like anyone I know.”

“I don’t?” Loki looked curious now.

“Yes, you fight rather differently. You fight a little like me, and a little like Natasha, and a little like something I’ve never seen before. Like Natasha and I, you use speed and size to get yourself around in a fight. But you fight like yourself because I have never, once, seen you use the same combination of techniques in one fight.” (Y/N) explained. “I’m curious to see if you will use the same combinations if we fight again.” Loki raised an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you were paying so much attention to how I move.” Loki gave her an infuriating smirk, and (Y/N) took in a deep breath, accidentally taking in his scent as well, minty with the slightly woodsy, musky scent of a man. She choked, coughing and trying to wave away the blush that the smell had brought on. It wasn’t normal to blush when you smell someone else, right?! She was going insane!

Loki had an even more infuriating smirk on his face. “Are you o-”

(Y/N) held up a hand as he eyes watered. All she could smell was his scent, flooding her nose again. “Don’t you freakin’ dare. You know what happened and you know exactly what you’re doing.” (Y/N) spoke quickly, the blush still prominent on her cheeks, but she was no longer choking on nothing.

Loki just smirked and kept on working. The smug bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

How could she get him back? Oh right, wear her most revealing clothing to the next entire-team meeting. Even if that could attract some unwanted attention.

Ah yes. Revenge would be so, so sweet.

Hopefully.

They sparred, and surprisingly, Loki’s fighting style seemed to have changed to suit his size compared to hers. His fighting style was suited to someone who was used to fight against someone bigger himself.

That night, (Y/N) could be found scavenging through her wardrobe, until she found the bikini and the (rather) revealing dress that Natasha had forced her to buy.

Natasha would understand what she was doing.

Her plan was to go to the joint dinner in this outfit, then invite someone along with her to go to the pool.

And Loki would probably follow, suspicious of what she was doing.

It worked. At dinner, almost no one asked after Tony made the first comment. “(Y/N), why are you wearing a dress?” It was a well-known fact that (Y/N) did not like wearing dresses in her spare time because they were just so uncomfortable and so difficult to fight in them, but today she had put on her most revealing dress on, something that she usually saved for missions where she had to be the ‘damsel in distress’.

“I wanted to go to the pool afterwards, and dresses are easy to take off so I put my swimsuit on underneath.” (Y/N) said nonchalantly, and Loki’s eyes snapped to her face, narrowed and suspicious. Tony had opened his mouth again, but (Y/N) put a hand up to cut him off. “And yes, I know the rule, I need to bring someone along with me. Anyone want to come with me?”

There was a silence, then Bucky put up his hand hesitantly. “I’ll go.” Everyone looked at him. “What? A gentleman would let the lady do what she wants to, and I don’t mind going swimming under the stars.” He winked, and (Y/N) laughed. It was working perfectly.

“Okay! I’m done here anyway, I’ll quickly go grab a towel and wait for you in the lounge.” (Y/N) told him cheerily, pointedly not making any eye contact with Loki. When he did see Loki out of her peripheral vision, she saw that he was definitely suspicious and just a tiny bit pink. With frustration, anger, annoyance or hatred, she wasn’t sure.

But she was sure that he knew that she was up to something.

Bucky came back into the room a few minutes later, shirtless with just his swimming bottoms, and (Y/N) had to admit he was rather well-built, but he wasn’t her type. He had a towel around his shoulders, and (Y/N) bounced to his side, her towel was around her shoulders as well.

“Aren’t you going to change?” Bucky asked, slightly confused.

(Y/N) shrugged and turned her back to the others. “Yeah, I’ll change down there.” She grabbed his arm and bounced out the door.

“Wait! I wish to accompany you too! I would like to know what a pool is.” Loki called out at the last minute, and (Y/N) gained a vicious smile, but her back was still turned so no one but Bucky could see her facial expression. Bucky looked confused. She turned around with an innocent smile

“Play along.” (Y/N) whispered into Bucky’s ear, and nodded at Loki, who quickly disappeared. He came around the corner a few minutes later, with a towel and his normal clothing. (Y/N) raised an eye brow. “Are you changing down there as well?” (Y/N) asked innocently, and Loki nodded stiffly.

“What is a pool?” He was laying his lie down thickly, and (Y/N) was willing to play along. Bucky just stood between them, slightly confused at what he was just dragged into. It took a few moments, and a glance at Natasha for him to finally understand what was going on. He wasn’t a master assassin and spy for no reason.

“A pool is like a manmade lake for swimming and recreational purposes. Our pool has pretty lights on the bottom so I usually go out there at night!” (Y/N) turned to Bucky with a mock-stern expression. “Don’t tell Tony I come out here on my own.” Bucky nodded with a small smirk.

The walk to the pool was quiet, Loki seemed to brood in his own thoughts behind Bucky and (Y/N), Bucky was simply walking with his eyes straight ahead, and (Y/N) was bouncing along like a child, because why not? They did always have way too much energy after eating because their super strength and muscles absorbed the energy all at once, and meant that she needed more energy than a normal human.

As soon as they reached the pool, (Y/N) threw her towel over the fence and kicked off her shoes, running a hand through her hair and turning to the boys, who were looking at the pool, rather curiously, because where were the lights that (Y/N) promised them?

“FRIDAY? Initiate Disco sequence.” (Y/N) called out, smirking. Tony had insisted that it be called ‘Disco sequence’ for no particular reason, but it was hilarious, because it made the pool actually look like an underwater disco.

She quickly pulled the small, tight-fitting dress off and hung it next to the towel, turning around to see Loki watching her with hungry eyes. She gave him a teasing, sultry smile, and glanced at Bucky, who had hung his towel near the pool gate and was staring, mesmerised by the laser lights.

She ran, trusting her quick step and impeccable balance that was almost feline would make sure she didn’t fall. As soon as she reached the edge of the pool, she dove, and entered the freezing-cold water with the smallest ripple.

Pushing off the bottom, she breached the surface and took a deep breath, before floating onto her back and glancing at the boys.

Bucky looked mildly amused, and had started to walk towards the pool, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him, and turned him around. Loki stared down at Bucky, who had put a mildly confused expression up for the game’s sake. He could see the power game clear as day. Obviously, Loki had had to be winning earlier for (Y/N) to have to pull this sort of move.

He recalled the previous morning, when they seemed to be ready to rip each other’s throats out, but now (Y/N) and Loki seemed to have made a deal and let their anger fizzle out, instead opting for a power game.

“Yes?” Bucky prompted innocently.

“What is she trying to do?”

Bucky snorted and Loki’s question. “I think you know. As I see it, it’s a power game between you and her. Obviously, she’s trying to do some sort of seduction technique, she’s wearing the bikini and dress that Natasha had bought her, and she asked people to go with her to the pool. She’s trying to tempt her. And she’s tempting a lot more people than you.”

Loki’s grip on Bucky’s good shoulder tightened a fraction, his mask cracking ever so slightly. “What do you mean, she’s tempting a lot more people than me?”

“I did offer to go with her to the pool. Natasha was the one who bought her the dress and bikini. Sam flirts with her, and she returns his playful flirting. She’s dangerous, and there are a lot of idiots on this team who are attracted to danger like moths to a flame.” Bucky shrugged, and smirked, this was a power game between Loki and himself right now. Loki was trying to use his height and size to intimidate Bucky, but he wasn’t going to allow that to happen.

“Hey boys! Are you going to join me or not?” (Y/N) called out from her spot in the pool, and Loki glanced over at (Y/N), his hand still on Bucky’s shoulder, and his grip tightened slightly.

“Don’t touch what is mine.”

“Well, she’s not yours yet.” Bucky shrugged Loki’s hand off his shoulder, and turned to (Y/N), before running and jumping into the pool with a big splash. Bucky landed at the bottom as well, and looked up to see that (Y/N) was staring over at Loki, probably having a staring contest. Bubbles left his mouth in exasperation. He didn’t not want to get dragged into this sexual tension. Or whatever tension this was.

Bucky launched himself up, and as he got to the surface, he swept (Y/N) into a bridal-style hold, and (Y/N) laughed, bopping him on the nose. Bucky swam them down to the shallow end, so that they could touch the bottom, and didn’t need to turn around to know that Loki was glaring daggers into the back of his head.

As soon as (Y/N) could touch the floor, he started the tickling and (Y/N) squealed, giggling and squirming in his arms. She escaped and swam as far as she could from him.

They chased each other around for a while, whilst Loki just floated in the middle of them, glowering.

(Y/N) decided to make her next move. “Loki!” She called out as a warning, before she attached herself to him, climbing up his tall body and perched on his rather slim, compared to Thor’s, shoulders in order to avoid Bucky. Loki immediately stood up to his full height, and held a hand up to (Y/N) instinctively, but she ignored it, her cat-like balance keeping her from falling off. That, and the fact that she had laced her fingers through Loki’s silky hair.

Bucky paused, looking at how Loki was glaring down at him.

Bucky sighed, and the question that was burning inside him finally spilled out as he sank into the water until it was up to his neck. “What happened between you last night that made you two so… trusting? So much closer? Just not as hateful towards each other?” He asked.

“Well…” (Y/N) jumped off Loki’s shoulders and let the water absorb the impact of her landing, before turning around and glancing at Loki, who gave her a miniscule nod. “We became partners in crime. And no duo can work together if there is bad blood between them. Loki got out his anger when we sparred, and we bonded over torturing people.”

“Of course! You and Loki! How could I not have seen that?” Bucky lied right through his teeth, and Loki narrowed his eyes but said nothing.

“Yeah, how could I not be friends, or at least acquaintances with the god of trickery. The goddess of pranks, and the god of trickery.” (Y/N) gave him a smirk, and sunk down to her neck in the water to join Bucky. “So, Loki, are we partners, or acquaintances?”

“Partners.” Loki answered immediately, albeit slightly softly, and (Y/N) smirked internally. It was working. And maybe her crush on her idol wasn’t as one-sided as it was originally thought to be.

Thor did say that they would probably get along quite well.

“Should we be scared?” Bucky asked teasingly, he ruffled (Y/N)’s hair, and she chuckled before giving him a devilish smirk.

“Probably.” Loki and (Y/N) said in unison, although Loki said it in a monotonous voice, his eyes narrowed on Bucky’s hand, and (Y/N) had said it in a cheeky manner.

Bucky shivered. “I think I should get out now. Unlike you two, I’m not immune to the cold.” Bucky did have goose bumps climbing up his back and flesh arm, but he mostly just wanted to get away from the two demons. The corner of Loki’s lips tilted upwards in a smug smile, and Bucky paused to analyse Loki’s slightly altered poker face, then shrugged it off.

“(Y/N), don’t stay out too long, we don’t want you to catch a cold.” Bucky told (Y/N) as he climbed out of the pool, walking over to grab his towel without looking back.

“I can’t get sick anyway. And I’m sure Loki will pester me if we stay too long for his poor, royal behind.” (Y/N) told him cheekily, and Loki rolled his eyes, and as soon as Bucky had gone inside, he turned around to look at (Y/N).

“Do you like him romantically or sexually?” Loki demanded, his face set in stone, the small, triumphant smile was gone, and his poker face had been reset.

(Y/N) looked confused. What the hell did he mean? She could never like Bucky like that, Bucky was like a brother to her. “No.” (Y/N) replied in an almost disgusted tone. “I mean, I don’t like him romantically or sexually, and I never could, he’s like a brother to me.”

Loki gave her a cold smile, and replied with one word, before sinking underwater. “Good.” (Y/N) looked at him through the water, slightly baffled. What gave him the idea that she would have a crush on Bucky?

(Y/N) swam a few laps to get her blood pumping and to let her sort out her thoughts, then she floated on her back when Loki came back up.

“Do you have any romantic or sexual interest in anyone on the team?” Loki asked as he waded over.

“Depends on who you count as on the team. Strange could be considered as a part of the team, and not a part of the team. Quill, Rocket, Groot, Gamora, Drax and Mantis are technically not a part of the team. And you, yourself, fall into a completely different category.” (Y/N) replied thoughtfully, floating around peacefully in the pool allowed her thoughts to be heard, instead of just sitting at the back of her mind, because her opinion never mattered. Well, they might have mattered to some of the team, but she usually ignored them.

Loki seemed to sink into his own thoughts. “Do you have a romantic or sexual interest in anyone currently in the Compound?” He rephrased the question to include himself.

“Yes.” (Y/N) answered almost instantaneously, then winced. “How about you answer that question as well, to make it fair.”

“Life isn’t fair.”

“If it were, then I’d be dead.” (Y/N) replied, and let her feet sink down so that she was facing Loki. “Tell me, do you have a romantic or sexual interest in anyone currently in the Compound?”

Loki hesitated. “Yes.” (Y/N) gave him a dangerous smile. There was a glint in her eyes that made him nervous, considering how she had managed to completely take him by surprise on his first day, when his guard was up, he was nervous about what she could do if his guard was down.

She analysed his facial expression, and he kept it neutral, narrowing his eyes as her eyes landed on his. “Interesting.” She replied nonchalantly, then continued to float on her back.

Loki was confused. “Aren’t you going to ask me who it is?”

“It’s none of my business. It’s probably some new intern you managed to prank or one of the Avengers that you found reading your favourite book. Someone with the same interest as you, but difficult to break so you can keep on pranking them, keep on tricking them, and keep on lying to them. So that you don’t have to change yourself to suit their needs. Isn’t that what we all look for in a significant other?” (Y/N) asked rhetorically, and Loki watched her carefully. It only took a few laps of the pool and the disappearance of anyone on the team for this girl to change form childish to contemplative. (Y/N) glanced at Loki briefly. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“No…” Loki said carefully. “You just surprised me.” (Y/N) laughed, the sound making Loki swallow hard.

“How could I, a lowly Midgardian, surprise a Prince of the Asgardian Court, the God of Lies, the Trickster with a Silver Tongue. How could I lie to the Rightful King of Jotunheim, the God of Daggers and Knives, the shapeshifting, Seidr-wielding, illusion-casting, clone-creating Frost Giant, who could claim two throne through only one death?” (Y/N)’s eyes seemed to sharpen as she took in Loki’s surprised expression. “I do my research. And dam, does your brother talk when it comes to his family. He loves you, but all you’ve done is prank and trick him.” She continued, watching his reactions as she tried to cut him deeply, but he seemed to have closed off. “You think you are a monster, but you forget what you’ve done, what you were, who you were, are all from the past. Everyone is the hero in their own story, make yourself the hero in others. You won’t always be the saviour, the angel from heaven, you won’t always win, but you can sure as hell try.” (Y/N) told him quietly, Loki’s eyes had glazed over as soon as she stopped speaking, and a soft smile tugged at her lips.

“Not everyone hates you. There is hope for you yet. You just have to let go of the past.” (Y/N) finished and hugged him lightly. She could see pain on anyone. It just seemed to be a sixth sense, she could just feel the pain that someone else could. Maybe it was an extra power? She didn’t care, as long as she could help people with it, she kept it close to her.

Pulling away, she swam to the edge, pulling herself out of the pool and looking down at her fingertips, wincing at the prune-like skin that was there from staying in the water for too long, before walking over to the towel and wrapping it around herself, and turning around to almost bump into a Loki who was just standing inside her personal space.

“How did you do that?”

“Do what?” (Y/N) didn’t know exactly what she did, she just talked. Sometimes she just didn’t know how to shut her trap.

“Read my mind, twist my feelings and the give me the sweet nectar of hope, only to steal it away.” Loki stepped forward so that (Y/N) was trapped between his (bare) chest, and the pool fence. “How do you do this to me? How do you tempt me to do unspeakable things to you? How do you make me to feel this way?” Oh, that’s what he meant. (Y/N)’s heart soared. Maybe her heart wouldn’t get beaten and bruised again. Maybe her love wasn’t as unrequited as she originally thought.

“I don’t know.” She replied quietly, looking up at him, and her heart fluttered at the heated stare that Loki was directing at her. He glanced down, and focused on her lips. (Y/N) felt his hand snake around her waist and pull her closer.

“Is this okay?” He whispered, his lips barely moving, and (Y/N) felt dizzy, as if this were another one of her daydreams. She sure hoped not. Well, the very fast enemies-to-friends-to-lovers trope was something that her brain would make up, but she never expected that the God of Lies would be so charming.

“Yes.” (Y/N) breathed, she pressed into him, stepping into his embrace, and he bent down as she leaned upwards.

Their lips connected and it felt right. His cold lips moved perfectly against her warm ones, and when his tongue prodded at her lips, before slipping through, she finally understood the meaning of silver-tongued. His other hand got tangled in her hair and she dropped her towel and flung her arms around his neck, pulling him down to her.

The barely pulled apart, (Y/N)’s chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and Loki’s cheeks were tinged pink.

“So I take it that your romantic interest is in me?” Loki said smugly, and (Y/N) blushed, lightly whacking his arm playfully.

“So I take it that your romantic interest is in me?” (Y/N) mimicked him, and he smirked, before leaning into her personal space, causing her blood pressure to rise at a concerning pace.

“Yes.” He whispered into her ear, before placing a kiss on her neck, right below her ear, and pulling away to grab his towel, giving her a perfect view of his back and behind. I will not swoon. I will not sigh. I will not lose. She chanted in her mind, and smirked, picking up her towel and whacking Loki’s perfect little behind.

Loki turned around, his mouth agape. “You did not.”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. “I did so.” She responded, and squealed when Loki lunged for her, using her speed to manoeuvre out of his grasp at the last minute, then sped away towards the building, slow enough to keep him in her radar, but fast enough to keep out of his reach.

“Get back here!” He roared, she could hear his grin, but didn’t stop until she reached the common room, still soaking wet and in her bikini, her dress and her towel were in her hands and she located Thor, who was sitting at the bar with Cap and Tony, almost instantly, and leapt behind him as a similarly soaking wet Loki appeared at the door, his chest rising and falling heavily as he surveyed the room and spotted (Y/N) hiding behind his brother.

“Thor, help me!” (Y/N) whispered hurriedly, and Thor gave her a booming laugh.

“I’m afraid I can’t help you here, (Y/N), Loki always gets what he wants.”

Tony looked between them, confused and slightly tipsy. “Besides, what did you do to Reindeer Games that pissed him off so badly?”

“She whacked my ass with her towel!” Loki exclaimed.

“That sounds like something she would do.” Tony gave him a crooked smile and downed an entire glass of… vodka? (Y/N) hoped it was water, not vodka, but considering the events of the past few days, it was more likely to be vodka.

If he found out that (Y/N) and Loki had kissed, well, he’d probably drink the entire Compound dry of alcohol. Loki simply rolled his eyes and grabbed (Y/N) around the waist and threw her over his shoulder, and she hit his back playfully as he carried her out of the room, but to be honest, she was perfectly fine with being thrown over his shoulders and carried away.

“Remember to wear a condom!” Tony snickered, and Loki retorted without missing a beat.

“I will!” Loki and (Y/N) snorted when they heard Tony choke and cough on whatever he was downing next.

“Don’t you dare, that girl is like my daughter, and I will not have you-” Tony started ranting, then was abruptly cut off by Thor.

“Leave them alone, (Y/N) can make decisions of her own. As can Loki, and I trust his choices.”

Tony grumbled something that neither of them could bother to hear, because Loki had reached their rooms.

“Well, I guess this is where we part.”

“Unless you have plans for tonight.” (Y/N) winked, and Loki smirked.

“Oh sorry, I’m new here, I don’ have any plans as of yet.”

“Well, maybe we could have our first date, start officially courting, and prank a few people.” (Y/N) told him, raising an eyebrow, and Loki’s facial expression softened almost immediately.

“I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you. And we only kissed a few minutes ago.”

“Well, for one, you destroyed New York, and for another, you sparred me without getting maimed, so I think it’s safe to say that we deserve each other.” (Y/N) gave him one last glance, then slipped into her room before she turned into a puddle under his hot stare. Taking a deep breath, she reassembled herself and got herself cleaned up and into pyjamas, before wandering back into the community room, where the others were gathered around a table.

A table playing the kiss between Loki and (Y/N) on the tablet that was on it.

Flushing red, (Y/N) tried to nonchalantly sit down on the couch near them, but they all watched her like a hawk.

When Loki came in in pyjamas and made to sit next to her, Tony and Clint pointedly sat on either side of her, and (Y/N) got redder, if it was even possible at this point.

“What is the meaning of this?” Loki demanded, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“What are your intentions with our daughter-figure?” Tony asked, and (Y/N) buried her burning face into her hands. Sure she knew that they cared, but not this much.

“I intend to treat her like the princess she is.” Loki replied smoothly, and (Y/N) gave him a thankful grin, before standing up and hugging him, before shoving him between Clint and Tony and curling up in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder.

“We still up for tonight?” She whispered.

“Of course, I already have a few ideas we could use.”

Bucky and Steve turned bright red, obviously thinking of it in a different way….

“Hey, I was thinking we start with the super soldiers, but Nat is out of bounds. Then we can move to the others. And remember, keep the traps humane and not strong enough to maim a human.” (Y/N) glared daggers at the super soldiers and made sure she said it loud enough to make the meaning clear, and Loki chuckled darkly.

“Oh, it will be my pleasure to hear their screams of torment.” Loki replied, and he twisted her around so that she was sitting with her back to him and he was holding her close.

Maybe she would have a happily ever after, after all.

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morphituu · 6 years ago

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Bell Peppers Ch. 13

“Pikokos”

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With a low grunt of discomfort, he leaned against the opening to his hallway, determined to resist running his cheek against her round ass he’d been gazing longingly at for a hot minute. In typical Callie fashion, she’d slept with no pants and the blanket over her head with toned legs sticking out, wearing the pair of baby pink underwear he’d only seen a couple times before. Still sleeping, it gave Nick the chance to take in what he couldn’t touch. It was the same thing every morning. A different part of her hanging out or uncovered, torturing him in the cruelest way possible, egging him on from his spot in the hallway, every- fucking- morning.

Sometimes it’d just be her stretched with her arms behind her head and her shirt hiking up her stomach; even her exposed neck and jaw one morning where she hung off the couch got him going now- just like it used to when he’d see her in those thin camisoles during the summer he met her. All of it made him feel savage, his body tensing and nostrils flared as he scented her vehemently.

That used to be mine.

He whined, turning to limp down the hallway and close the bathroom door harder than normal so she’d have a chance to stir and cover herself before any control he had ruined.

Her head turned, and the blanket was pulled back when she heard the door slam, her cheek pressing into the warm cushion with tangled curls settling over her face. She wondered if he’d seen the shivers across her thighs when she heard him smelling her, but thought he must’ve acted against her… subtle signals, despite the little voice in her head reminding her that she was acting like a fucking tease.

She sighed, pressing her thighs together. Make up your mind, bitch.

Inner Callie was right. You can’t run away from advances one minute than make your own the next.

But that’s how it was that first week home. The nebulous state they were in was building in power everyday, their small looks and occasional brushes of a hand against a thigh or a chaste kiss upon a cheek being the match against the striking pad. It proved harder to remain level headed when she’d help clean around the stitches and gouges across his body or face, her fingers sometimes trailing a moment longer than necessary to admire his gorgeous features. And when they did his breathing stretches? There was no way to mask the arousal she visibly saw his own body react to; she stopped trying to hide it after the first few times.

But with everyday that passed, life at his home became harder to navigate. Callie struggled to keep her head in the right place when her heart ran out of control, always in his direction. Small things like watching TV together proved risky. It brought back old temptations; when they’d before be sat in the dark, his hand would always find its way around her inner thigh before she’d crawl over him. Now, their thighs touched or they fell asleep slumped against one another, eventually woken by each others heat in the AM hours.

Nick tagging along to stores in mobility scooters rekindled a goofiness in both. They’d wander down isles, cracking jokes and picking up snacks, or the occasional curio neither of them needed. They’d talk and point, often idling down the DVD’s in search of something new to discover, far too tempted to leave with a small fish neither of them knew how to care for. Nick was appalled when she’d pay for their splurges, insisting he dish out the cash, but she’d smile at him and wink, ending all protests. It always made him flush.

When they didn’t manage to make it outside as often as he liked, Nick ventured into his backyard one day when she was occupied with something, nearly stopping her heart when she found him sprawled across the grass under the sun.

“Chill out, I’m chillin’.” he grinned, but she still took a moment to settle her rabbit heart. After the second time he pulled that stunt, she brought a sheet out with her so they could both sunbathe. Periodically throughout the days when he felt too cooped, he’d ask her to lay with him, and relax, enjoying the crisp air and warmth of the suns rays. If they fell asleep, ignoring the chores that inevitably piled up as they slumbered, they’d wake tangled, and cuddled, smiling or laughing nervously as they’d part ways. It always took a great effort to help hoist his muscled body back into a standing position, but never once did she complain.

Nick’s hand couldn’t fit into his gloves as long as his fingers were taped, and although it took quite the stretch of time to walk her through how to tend to his veggies, she successfully planted new tomatoes and bell peppers a particularly chilly afternoon, and her beaming smile was worth the frustration.

The cold nights couldn’t keep them from eating outside, either. Layers upon layers were piled on, sometimes even a blanket over their shoulders so they could enjoy the lights strung overhead as they finished their meals, always a long conversation to follow. Nick’s favorite part about his backyard was seeing the lights twinkle in her eyes, and it was almost easy to forget he’d been attacked only ten feet away when she’d laugh. The soft music played on either's phone would lull them, and they’d only retreat inside to separate beds once an entire playlist was finished.

Resounding shouts that now occurred every night made her a light sleeper.

In a flash she’d be on her feet, finding Nick strained in bed and sweating, held captive by his own mind until she’d succeed in waking him, and finding him lost in his own recollections as he’d grip her desperately. Callie would soothe his rampant fears, holding his face as he searched wildly for whatever had frightened him so as he slept. Soon he’d calm, begging her to stay, his arm held steadfast around her waist as she cradled his head against her chest, promising nothing would hurt him again. She pleaded with him to tell her about the dreams, insisting he’d feel better if he let out what poisoned him, but he’d only tell her he couldn’t even bare to say it. So she held him at night, fighting sleep by blinking rapidly until he had finally fallen under again so he wouldn’t be left alone.

Her touch didn’t just silence demons. It eased pains that racked through his frame when he’d max out on his daily allowance of pain meds. Some days were worse than others; if he slept wrong, it made him stiff, more prone to bumping into things. If he missed an icing, something swelled and screamed. When he’d find himself curled forward in the middle of his bed, she’d drop everything and crawl to him, stretching him out beside her so she could rub his back or massage his sore limbs. Just her fingers trailing across his face with his head in her lap would calm the commotion in him, evoking the steady rumbling of purring she’d missed hearing, and sometimes he managed to nap through it. Her phone or a book was always nearby so she didn’t need to jostle him.

Matuk still followed when she found herself alone during the day for errands, and always she made it a point to make sure he was as comfortable as possible sitting for hours outside Nick’s house. Sometimes a snack, or hot drink, even sparing her portable charger for him to use so he wasn’t limited to using his phone briefly.

After a long afternoon of running errands in the rain, Callie came home soaked and freezing to not find Nick anywhere, calling for him throughout the rooms in his home. The cracked sliding glass door to his backyard lead her to find him sleeping in a lawn chair, a blanket over his legs and an ice pack over his ribs with an arm slung over the top of his head.

The skin of his arms was cool when she touched him, hesitant to wake him. It was the first time she’d seen him sleeping so peacefully without the loom of nightmares.

So instead, she changed, bringing extra blankets outside for cover and sat beside him, listening to the droplets on the overhang and watching is cascade like a waterfall onto the ground.

In moments of silence like that, without the temptation to give her body over to him again like in better days past, she’d ask herself: what are we really doing to each other?

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Nick shook his head, pulling his jeans up and drawing the belt through the buckle.

“I dropped off the doctors note!” She exclaimed, the kitchen towel in her hand whipping when she tossed her hands.

“Guess it doesn’t matter,” he grunted, wincing when he lifted his arms to try and pull a shirt on. Callie opened it for him, tugging it down his body.

“Maybe we can call Margaret so she can chew them out?”

Nick shrugged, gathering his phone and wallet. “Let’s see how this goes first,”

She exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Your captain is a fuckwad,”

He smirked, pinching her chin gently and wiggling it to illicit a small smile from her. Callie playfully smacked his hand away, again helping him pull over his Adidas sweater.

“Ward heading over?”

“Yeah, should be here in a couple minutes,”

She kneaded her inner cheek. “Please let me go with-“

“No,” he interrupted sternly, no room for debate in his hard gaze. “Not after what happened last time,”

“Nick-“

“Callie,” he held her jaw. “No,”

Those big eyes had him wavering, seriously reconsidering just to have his rock by his side while he went back in, but he couldn’t keep exposing her to that environment. But as she dropped her head, her hands on her hips in defeat, he brought her face back up to peck her cheek, closer to her mouth than he’d done before.

“It’ll be okay,” he mumbled, closer to her. Her eyes were heavy, her chin lifting.

She could probably feel his heart kicking up under her palm where it landed, her fingertips pressing into the firm muscle.

“Mhm,” she intoned.

Everything in her was ready throw down, like the other 50 times they’d found themselves in this same predicament. Every time became harder to handle, more tempting to give into. But this time his big hand hung off the back of her neck, in a way that held her steadfast, unable to pull away when his other thumb traced her bottom lip.

“Nick,” she breathed, stretching her neck. He hummed something unintelligible, and her eyes fluttered shut when his mouth brushed hers, evoking a soft whimper as her lips parted.

The melodic ringtone of his phone startled them both, and just like that, the heavy smoke around them was lifted when they both looked at his pocket bitterly. She turned away after his hands dropped, a palm against her chest as she moved towards the door. It was always after these moments that her mind reeled back, reminding her where they stood.

Well who fucking knows at this point.

“Hey Ward,” Nick answered, turning to watch her leave. He frowned.

“You need help outside?” His partner asked.

“Nah I’ll be out right now.” Nick grumbled, ending the call a little forcefully. Second time now he’d interrupted them. Nick followed her out, finding her answering a text on her phone by the kitchen.

“You should take the cane,” she called, glancing where it was perched against the couch. “Adds emphasis,”

“Yeah,” he grabbed it, having now mastered how to lean into it. “I suppose. I’ll be back soon.” He tugged an end of her hair gently as he limped to the front door, but didn’t see her rock back on her heals to slump against the entrance to the kitchen, watching him longingly.

“I’m hornyyyy,” she rasped quietly, only after the door had closed.

“Holy shit he’s got a cane,” Ward grinned, opening the door for him.

Nick scoffed. “You're a personal chauffeur on the side now?”

“Shut up and get your blue ass in the car,” Ward patted his shoulder as he carefully climbed into his sedan.

“You good? In pain?” His partner asked after he’d climbed back into the drivers seat.

“I’m okay,” Nick nodded, holding the cane between his knees.

“How’s your recovery been?” That question had teetered on the tip of his tongue, the ends of his fingers since Nick had first messaged him after waking up. It felt… rushed asking only a few days after, and from what he’d gathered from Callie, it had been tough, mentally as much as physically. Ward didn’t want to bring forth too much he couldn’t handle.

“Ehh, as smooth as possible I suppose, up until this morning,” Nick grumbled.

Ward shook his head. “I don’t know what kind of stick Heig has up his ass thinking he can go against doctors orders,” Ward exhaled.

“If it doesn’t work out I dunno if I can keep Callie at bay,” he joked, both of them chuckling.

“How’re y’all doing?”

Nick inhaled, thinking that one over carefully. How could he word that? “Weird,” he chose, his hairless brows pulling together.

Ward glanced at him. “Yeah?”

Nick nodded, rubbing his jaw. “It’s like… nothing happened, but at the same time there’s always a reminder that something did happen,”

“Gettin’ in the way of you two making up?”

“Kind of? Maybe? I don’t know where we stand- it’s like this weird, washing machine of confusion and mixed signals,”

“I mean y’all could just sit and talk like normal adults but if you like it like that than you do you,” Ward cracked, earning a flat glare.

“Shut up,”

“I’m just sayin’. Did y’all even get a chance to that night-“ Ward cut himself off, his fist against his mouth. That was wrong to say.

Nick was staring forward, emotionless. “I completely forgot… I forgot I was going to do that,” he said quietly. “I know we need to talk but I’d forgotten I was,” Nick scoffed. “I was so fucking excited to call her,”

“You having trouble remembering things?”

Nick blinked back into reality. “No, no no, I’m good,”

Ward nodded, his grip on the wheel adjusting, rocking forward a little to situate better in his seat. “Listen- I’m, I’m sorry,” Ward started.

Nicks ears twitched, brows creasing as he looked at him.

“I made it a bad habit of telling you to ignore the shit you dealt with at work, and people being dicks,” he glanced at Nicks perplexed expression. “I didn’t even consider how much you dealt with or that it could get worse, so I’m sorry. It’s- it’s not right what happened to you,”

“You don’t have to apologize-“

“I do. I’m always hounding Sophia about sticking up for people and being a shoulder to lean on when others are vulnerable or alone, and I forget that that shit can still happen at our age. I wasn’t a good partner or friend,”

Friend. Nick looked away, waving his hand. “You don’t need to apologize, Ward.”

I have another friend.

The rest of the ride to the station consisted of idle chitchat back and forth, mostly about the shit Ward had put up with since Nick had been absent. His replacement, a rookie who barely knew his codes and had locked them out of the cruiser had only caused headaches in the 2 weeks he’d been partnered with him.

“At least you could make arrests on your own,” he’d said.

“Just say you miss me,” Nick played with a tuskless grin, but Ward snorted.

Nick acted as if his knee was bothering him greatly, but in reality, he was taking the extra seconds to prepare himself before walking in through those doors to the prescient. Normally, it was easy to smother his rampant nerves and take the arrows in his back. Now? He didn’t even want to look in it’s direction. To say he felt crushed would be putting it lightly.

“Let’s go, Fogteeth,” Ward encouraged, lending a hand to help Nick up.

The Orc tried to keep his chin up and shoulders squared, but that same sinking sensation in his stomach he got when he thought of falling asleep only to be jolted by terrors was churning in his gut. His steps were slower, and suddenly all he worried about was anyone remarking on the cane he used. What if instead of seeing it as a clear sign that he wasn’t ready to come in, it came across as his inability ever work again?

Of course the station was bustling that day. Plenty of familiar faces to turn and stare at him, some snickering and others purely surprised to see him there.

His shoulders drew in, visibly cringing away from it all. Where had his solid demeanor gone? It was beaten out of me.

He limped beside Ward, straining not to look at the faces watching him, trying to ignore occasional snickering. Some offered their apologies and best wishes in his recovery, but the overall energy was exhausting. He should’ve just let his fucking doctor take care of this mess.

Ward knocked on their captains door, swinging it open for Nick.

Heig looked up, lowering the paperwork he’d been reading to look at the two officers.

“Back on your feet already?” Heig asked, dropping his papers.

Seriously? “It’s not exactly easy,” Nick replied, leaning onto his good leg.

Heig nodded, pursing his lips as his dull blue eyes bored into Nick. His captain reached into his drawer, flipping through papers until he pulled out a folded, crumpled one that Nick could see his doctor's signature through against the sunlight coming in behind him.

Nick swallowed. Had they balled it up?

“Says here you have fractured ribs,” he paused to lean back in his chair. “Broken eye socket, fingers, bruises and stitches- but I don’t see any of that,”

“Gonna ask him to get naked next so you can see it?” Ward snapped. Nick silenced him, but Heig leaned forward.

“That kind of shit coming out of your mouth one more time is gonna land you in unpaid suspension, Ward,” Heig boomed. Wards mouth was tightened, wavering side to side with his fists clenched at his sides.

“Sir, I cant even lift my arms up past my head. My knee is screaming at me and I still have follow-up appointments a couple times a week. I’d be more of a crutch then anything useful,” Nick tried, shifting uncomfortably.

Heig was thinking again, but Nick got the sense that he was just trying to figure out how else he could yank him around.

“What about 4 weeks instead of 6?”

Nick sighed. “I’m in no position to go against a doctor's orders,”

“But if you’re up and able-“

“I’m not. I didn’t want to be here today. I want to go home and rest and heal so I can come back to my job and do it the right way,”

“And you couldn’t do that? Even from a desk?”

Anger was starting to bubble in his limbs. “If you can’t take my word for it than I can call Dr. Voelker so you can hear it from her, Sir,”

Heig’s eyes narrowed at that. He knew if he battled this with an official, he’d have significant heat come down on him. What else could he do to make this any harder? He could always just brush it off and tell him to report bright and early the next morning. Surely Nick would succumb to his injuries before he even made an arrest.

“I have her information, that isn’t necessary,” he said, and Nick quietly exhaled in relief.

Heig filed the damaged paper again, carelessly this time.

Watch it mysteriously disappear…

“We’ll see you in four weeks then, Jakoby,” Heig grumbled, his look of dissatisfaction evident on his mayonnaise face that was damaged from the sun.

“Thank you, sir,” Nick said, nodding his head. You fucking ass- you’re probably just desperate for a reason to fire me.

The two officers had turned to walk out, Ward still strained with frustration when Heig barked, “And Jakoby,”

Nick turned.

“If your broad ever swings at one of my officers again, I’ll hold her without bail.” He stated, emphasizing on the insult and watching closely to Nick's reaction.

If he didn’t value his job- if he was human, he’d swing his cane so hard into his jaw, he’d shatter his skull. But he didn’t. Instead he nodded once, burying the animosity until he could take it out some other way.

“Bullshit,” Ward said under his breath after they’d moved from his office. “Just fucking bullshit,”

“I just wanna go home,” Nick groaned, forcing past the protest of his knee to move across the station faster. Not as many people gawking at him this time, but still enough to keep piling onto the tremendous sense of irritation he was carrying.

The two were past the lobby and approaching the front doors when a familiar, sickening face walked through, sneering at Nick and even stepping aside in an exaggerated manner.

Nick did his best to ignore Gerald, walking brashly past him.

“Too bad he made it- this place needs a cleanse.”

Orcs don’t belong with humans.

He spun, meeting Gerald’s smile again, his eyes narrowed in delight at Nick’s reaction.

His blood was pumping, a dreadful sense of familiarity befalling him as he played those two sentences over and over again in his mind. The longer he stared, horrified, the sinking sense of realization sat heavier on his shoulders.

He did it. It was him.

Gerald walked away, chatting lowly with a fellow officer as they went on.

“Nick?” Ward called, tugging his shoulder.

“That dude with the bad haircut, and the preppy clothes? Dude has a thing for me.”

Gerald… did he want me gone to get to Callie?

“Nick,” Ward said again, raising his hands in question when Nick barged from the building, searching for the unknown once he’d caught up to him. “Dude what the fuck-“

But Nick was moving again, towards a car parked beside Wards with two bulky Orcs sitting inside.

“You’re Fogteeth?” Nick asked, and the one behind the wheel nodded.

“There’s an officer inside- Gerald, look into him. I think that’s the fucker that did it,” Nick explained, his voice shaking as this stunning turn of events brought him back to that night, clearer than ever- than any nightmare he had to relive every night.

How had he never put the two together? The obvious similarity of their voices, or the way he’d brandished his relationship- the clear fucking motive?

What orcs did he get to help him?

“Where’s- who is with Callie?” He asked, looking back to the orcs.

“Who?”

“The woman who’s staying with me!” He snapped, and they rolled their eyes.

“There’s Fogteeth there- calm down munguz.” The bigger one waved his hand nonchalantly, and Nick backed up, the adrenaline starting to simmer down, the ringing his knee starting to make itself aware again.

“Jakoby,” Ward pleaded, hesitant to approach the car full of orcs. Nick finally faced him, realizing how suddenly he’d rushed off.

He gave the others orcs a departing nod before wobbling back to Daryl, his head hung a little.

“In cahoots with Fogteeth now?” Ward asked low, the two of them moving to his car.

Nick shrugged.

“Was wondering who that big fucker with Callie was,”

Matuk. “Yeah,” Nick exhaled. Now there was really nothing he could argue about. He’d just ran and basically begged for help, to the only ones who would help. He was in no position to bitch about the youngster taking care of his girl.

“Can you take me back home?” Nick asked, any energy left in him now exhausted.

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“Netflix is paid,” Callie declared contently to herself, plopping her phone down against her chest as she logged the purchase in her notebook, coming to a final total of her savings that could still keep her afloat a while longer.

I should find a cheaper place to rent…

The front door rattled, and she looked back from her spot on the couch in time to see Nick coming in, visibly exhausted and tossing his keys down carelessly on the table as he limped past it.

“How’d it go?” She inquired, but with every wary step towards her until he sat beside her on the couch, she knew something was wrong. His head was hung, his expression conflicted.

Oh fuck- was he fired?

“Nick?” Callie closed her notebook, setting it before her on the coffee table before facing him.

He wouldn’t look, let alone acknowledge her when she said his name again, finally holding his shoulder.

“Did something happen?”

Someone might be after you. He nodded instead, almost unbearably. To lie to her- would it be a mistake?

“What? What happened? Did you get hurt?” She questioned, gently, the concern rising in her voice. He kept shaking his head, lowering into his hands as the tremendous threat that loomed over Callie started to heavy, spreading across his body like a sickness.

This is happening because you’re with me. But he still couldn’t bring himself to make her leave. It hung off the tip of his tongue when he looked to her and mouth opened to utter the words, but he just couldn’t.

“What, baby?” She pleaded, holding his face. “Tell me,”

What if I can’t keep you safe? What have I done keeping you here with me, just so I can be around you?

His hand covered his face, leaning into his palm when he couldn’t bare to look her in the eye and lie anymore. There was no sorting the mess in his mind, the morals that battled his heart in that moment. But he did allow himself to lean into her embrace, her toned arms circling his broad shoulders as he hid against her. Nick’s heart felt so heavy, it was almost painful.

What the fuck do I do?

He pressed his face tighter against her neck. He couldn’t hold back the onslaught of possibilities- the thought of holding her broken body in his arms like he was, or raped.

He whimpered. Callie held him tighter, beginning to feel fear find it’s way in.

“Nick what ever happened, they can’t do anything to you,” she said against his cheek, holding the back of his head. “I won’t let anyone hurt you again. I won’t let anyone come near you,”

Their eyes met when she held his face, her hands smoothing across the deep creases in his rough skin. “Whatever they did can’t follow you home,” He leaned into her hold, her sweet words cloaking the anguish in him like a blanket would protect a child from the dark. “Don’t walk away with those bad thoughts. Stay here with me,”

His hands covered hers, and he was stuck there, like so many times before. Here she was promising protection in the face of unknown danger when he should’ve been the one to declare his undying safety for her. But all he had was fear. And love. Raw, crippling, paralyzing love.

“Cal-”

Her phone vibrated loudly on the glass surface of the coffee table, pulling both of their eyes over.

“It’s my mom,” she sighed, looking back. “You’re okay? Did you get the time off?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, go,” he mumbled, patting her thigh begrudgingly.

With an unsatisfied nod, she moved from him to pick up the phone. Her hand slipped from his until he couldn’t hang on anymore, falling heavily into his lap.

“Hey ma,” Callie answered, sliding the glass door behind her closed before moving to sit in a lawn chair outside.

“This is really the only way you’re gonna talk to me?”

Callie’s eyes rolled back, dropping the phone into her lap. “Seriously?” she groaned, bringing it back to her ear.

“Don’t throw that attitude at me when you’ve been avoiding me all fucking week,” Patricia snapped vehemently.

“I’m ignoring you there’s a difference,”

“Why? Don’t wanna face anyone?”

“Cause it’s none of your fucking business and it pisses me off that you think you have any goddamn say in this matter, Trish,” she hissed.

“He’s using you, Cal-”

“Oh my god shut up,” Callie held her own face.

“He’s fucking using you until he’s better and then he’s gonna throw you aside again,”

“How the fuck would he even do that when I was the one who offered to stay with him? He didn’t throw me aside! We both broke up! Not everyone is like Michael so please just leave me the fuck alone until you act like a real fucking sister!”

She almost dropped her phone in her haste to hang up, and was tempted to chuck it into the damp grass across the lawn just for relief from the constant texts and calls from her sister. It wouldn’t be far-fetched to expect her one day to show up at Nick’s house, pounding on the door and ready to scream viciously at him, and claim it was 'for her own good’.

Callie scoffed, staring back at her reflection in the phones screen.

She chewed her lip, shaking her head some. I still hate this haircut.

He leaned uncomfortably sideways, finding her sat in a lawn chair in his backyard, but then looked back at the open notebook on the small table in front of him.

He’d seen her writing in it, a look of critical concentration upon her face always while she scribbled on its pages before she’d close it and stuff it away if he came too close. It was wrong to snoop, or even peak, he told himself as he inclined towards it. Where he expected thoughts, he found numbers and columns, simple math littering the page into neat answers at the bottom. It was the little dollar signs and names of bills that cleared it all up, and solidified his speculations.

She's living off of her savings.

He’d known since the beginning how money wise she was, and that she had quite the cushion to always fall back on in case of emergency, but this?

It took Nick all of about two seconds to figure out she’d either quit or lost her job the day she told him she’d stay with him the six weeks; he’d met her uncle before. Dude was so cheap he probably reused cheap paper towels, so no way in hell he was allowing paid leave for her all this time. Sure, she could’ve been stripping again, maybe taking extraordinary precautions to make sure he couldn’t smell it on her when she came home from running ‘errands’, but he doubted it. Soap didn’t completely wash away a day. And if she was, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from barging into Two Hands and throwing her over his shoulder to take her home, wounded or not. He’d give her his own savings before he ever allowed her to resort to subjecting herself to the creeps at a strip club like that one.

He touched the page carefully, flipping it back to reveal more equations, more subtractions from her account.

“Callie,” he groaned, his arm snapping back when he heard the door slide open. He didn’t know how to sit casually, so resorted to stretching, then tensing. His ribs protested, buckling him forward as he groaned.

“Oo, sore?” she asked, and he nodded, holding his breath. Bad idea. “Think you can hold out till lunch?”

He nodded, slowly easing back into a sitting position. In one easy bend, she collected her notebook and whisked it away into her bag. “My mom asked about you, by the way. Hopes you’re doing better.”

That was a lie. There were a lot of things Callie was good at, but lying? She downright sucked. She’d do this thing with her hands- one of them would move to scratch her nose, then quickly move to her mouth to bite her nails. It was such a repetitive movement. If she tried to string along a story, she’d literally do it over and over again. Someone must’ve bitched at her again. Periodically she’d disappear, and sometimes he’d catch her yelling from outside or in the bathroom, but he wouldn’t ask. He was already too much a burden.

Now you’re under threat. Nick sighed, leaning his jaw in his palm. How did I suck you into this mess?

He didn’t really reveal what had been said and done at the station, and only told her he didn’t have to worry about being called into work again when she pushed him for details, but the worry remained evident on everything he did, even if he cracked a joke or smiled at one of hers.

It stirred a deep seated rage in her gut; she could only imagine the cruel things that were said to him, but that was enough to make her fists clench rhythmically, her thumbs cracking her knuckles.

She wanted to know who sent him home like this, seemingly plagued by thoughts he wouldn’t share.

Their afternoon was lazy; full of TV, laundry and more TV, his stretches that she adamantly bugged him to do two times a day, then more snacks and more Netflix. He napped on and off, and Callie even managed to get him to purr again when he slowly gravitated towards her touch once her hand had snaked behind his head to scratch the back of his neck. It only took a few minutes for his head to land in her lap. It was temporary though; a cramped leg and aching knee jostled him upwards, forcing him to walk out the charlie-horse in his calf.

“You walked too much. They shouldn’t’ve forced you to the station.” she’d grumbled, handing him an ice pack once he’d situated into the couch again.

And so the lazy day full of ups and downs came to a close with a quick dinner and Nick retiring early for the night. More than anything, he just wanted to lay down and rest, and be still where his mind kept moving.

But Callie stayed up, tired of cleaning that day and restless on the couch, flipping impatiently between movies and shows but with no desire to start anything new.

With a final scroll through the categories, she huffed, and turned the TV off before flipping the remote carelessly onto the ground, flopping back against the couch. She pulled down her shirt that twisted around her waist, even kicking off the blankets when they encircled her legs like a snake. Everything was bothering her, even the socks she ripped off and chucked across the room in the dark.

It was quiet. Nick’s room was dark, and quiet. He must’ve fallen asleep by now.

It was like she could hear her body moving, like the constant stirring of static. There’d be no rest or sleep if she went on like this, allowing her restive feet to keep swaying side to side.

She looked at Nick’s room again, her fingers tapping against her stomach.

The flush was already creeping up her cheeks when the alluring, shimmering thought came to the forefront of her mind.

He’s sleeping.

Her brows twitched when her hand slid under the band to her sweats, but her eyes slammed shut, her neck craning when her fingers slid between her lips, brushing her clit. It had been too long since she’d relieved the built up stress and allowed herself to ride the waves of euphoria, but with no assistance from her bullet she’d left home, this could take a while.

It only took moments to dig through her memories and find one she rarely visited, but being on his couch like this brought it warmth, and color. She stifled a soft whimper, her free hand flying up to grip the armrest above her head.

It was surreal how she could almost feel his sturdy body beneath hers, his great chest heaving with breaths as he’d inhale against her hair and neck, chuffing lowly into her skin. When she rocked her hips as her fingers drew tight circles, it took little effort to imagine his hand there, his other flat against her stomach to keep her from writhing out of his hold.

“You’re so wet,” he growled against her ear, pulling the length of his fingers up and down between her slick, swollen lips, creating an otherworldly, constant sensation.

Callie could only gasp, whimper, sometimes beg and arch off his body, gripping his arms around her as he touched every part of her aching cunt that screamed for release.

“Nick- please,” she’d breathe, rotating her hips this way and that, searching desperately for his fingers.

“Please,” she whispered, her body rolling.

“Here?” he’d mewl, flicking her pearl gently, her body stiffening and lurching with every soft strike. He kept her there, suspended, on the brink of falling apart. His other hand slid up and down the length of her body, sometimes rolling her erect nipples between his fingers or holding under her jaw to angle her flushed, strained face towards him.

“Nick,” she hissed between clenched teeth, hiding her face against her arm. Her body was vibrating, the blinding climax almost ready to boil over.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” she sobbed, little strength conjured to try and move his hand where she wanted, rocking forcefully into his touch.

He groaned, feeling his dick strain beneath her ass, inside his pants. “You’re so beautiful,” he growled, at last rubbing her throbbing clit in tight movements. “I love you,”

She covered her mouth, her thighs tightening around her hand that still rubbed, and it all came crashing down.

She arched high off his body, the breath stuck in her throat as it finally washed over her, firing to every nerve ending in her body. He held her thigh apart, pulling it up so there was no chance of stopping him. It was white hot, and slow; even slower coming down from the highest peak of that climax. “I love you-” she exhaled harshly, flattening against him again when he pulled her down. “I love you, I love you,” she chanted, twitching deliciously in his hold as he circled her knot, dragging it out until she was lifeless in his arms. He kissed her cheek, licked the deep hickey he’d left on her neck, admiring the warmth of her skin as he embraced her.

“I love you,” she whispered, her body slowing, now only heavy breaths tumbling from her lips as the vivid colors receded to grey, burying itself somewhere deep in her thoughts. The smallest smile pulled at the corners of her mouth, her hand sliding from her pants. “I love you.” she whispered again, her heart still thumping strong between her ribs.

Nick stepped back from the door, sitting back on the bed slowly.

What started out as rising to ask if she was okay after he’d heard what he thought was Callie crying turned into a sight he could not pull from. No thoughts screamed at him to move, or look away as he watched her whimper and touch herself, gripping his couch, moaning his name until she’d came. Then she uttered those words: I love you, I love you.

It left him… needful. Surprised, confused, but also just… happy. Purely, happy.

She didn’t see him sitting in the dark when she walked to the bathroom, closing the door quietly.

You still love me?

Nick grumbled, fidgeting in his seat.

“Settle down,” Callie mumbled.

He chuffed this time, turning the head of a woman sat across from them in the waiting room. Nick rolled his eyes when the middle-aged woman scooted that half an inch farther away in her seat, partly tempted to start chanting in Orcish just to stir her up a bit.

“What’s with the attitude?” Callie asked, flipping through an old magazine and crossing her knees.

“I could’ve done without coming back here,”

“It’s just a follow-up,”

“They’re gonna poke me,”

“Pull some stitches too. Finally be able to take normal showers,” she grinned. He couldn’t deny that appealing aspect.

“Didn’t mind having you do it for me, honestly,” he grunted, slowly tensing before she inevitably smacked his arm.

“Pervert,”

“Jakoby?”

The pair turned to look at the nurse briefly before Callie stood first to help hoist him up, handing over his cane. “You’re okay if I stay out here?”

Nick’s ears flicked, frowning a little.

“Smell makes me nauseous,” her face scrunched, and he nodded, walking slower to follow the smiling nurse. She kept the comforting grin upon her face until he was gone, but it faded quickly. With a loud sigh, she sat back in her chair, pulling her phone from her bag.

It didn’t surprise her to see endless messages, mostly from Trish, some from Rosie and her parents. Typical Trish to run to their parents when someone hurt her feelings, completely disregarding anything she lashed out to provoke it. Now with the others on her side, she was really showing her claws.

8 missed calls 2 voicemails

Answer the fucking calls callie

You know your being stupid

Callie pick UP

What are you gonna do when he kicks you out? Go back to hiding in your house waiting for mom or rosie to make you feel better?

Other people have actually lives to get on with

Dont come to me when your money is gone and youre stripping again. I dont want tomas around you

Tia laydee was right. Its good you cant have kids- they’d come out fucked up like you

Her mind stuttered, and she read no more.

The phone was left on silent and placed back in the bag upon her lap, and she rested her chin in her palm, staring out the floor to ceiling windows of the lobby. There were no tears to burn her eyes or the immense sadness that consumed like an undertow. She’d feel this later. Now, there was nothing, but soon, there’d been an overflow. Even still, she was left questioning, why? Just, why?

“Something is bothering you,”

Callie’s head snapped to the side, discovering Matuk beside her with a small coffee cup in hand. "How long've you been there?"

"Ten-ish minutes," he answered. She blinked a few times. Was I that spaced out?

"So what is it?" He asked again.

She shrugged, looking back to the window. “Family shit,” she mumbled, clearing her throat when her voice cracked.

“Worse kind of shit,” he said, and she scoffed. “Cause of munguz?”

“Partly,” she sat back in her seat. “They stay in their lane until something they’d never do happens, then they’re like a pack of wolves,”

Matuk looked down at his coffee, swirling it some. “People sometimes resort to ridicule when they don’t understand someone or their intentions. Family can be just as cruel as strangers,”

Her brows furrowed, reclining from him at the unexpected words he uttered quietly.

“Sounds like we’re in the same boat,”

“Hm,” he mumbled, sipping his drink. The woman across was staring, obviously concerned as to why an even bigger Orc than Nick decided to sit in this room of all the waiting rooms.

Callie could see the assumptions pooling in her mind, barely able to keep them contained behind her thin lips. Matuk followed her line of sight, a hairless brow rising slowly when the pale woman tried her hardest to stare him down, but to no avail.

“How’s it feel being glared at?” he asked Callie, and she shrugged.

“Used to it by now.”

The door beside the counter opened to let Nick out, the same distasteful expression on his face accompanied by a wrap around his elbow. Ahh, they poked him.

“Follow-up, Officer.” The nurse stuck her head out to call after him, smirking when he spun on his heel back towards the counter, protesting under his breath. “He comes back in one week, ma’am.”

Callie nodded, forcing a kind smile that felt… icky. The numb was starting to set in.

“How’d it go?” she asked Nick, leaning beside him on the counter.

“My hand swelled up,” he showed, and her eyes widened.

“What did you do to it?”

He shrugged, kind of, his rebandaged, twice the normal size knuckles the object to ogle over. “Must’ve slept on it wrong or something,”

Although his hand throbbed in agony, he couldn’t release his grip from the bedding clenched in his fist as he finished emptying the last of his orgasm onto his own stomach. Vivid pictures of Callie bowing off the couch, her hand masked beneath her sweats as she hissed his name, her face hidden- it was all the catalyst to send him over.

“Dummy,” she played, and he nodded, swallowing.

I can still smell it on you. But something else was there. It smelled like sickness- like something had grabbed hold of her. There was also the way she kept staring off, as if lost in her own thoughts.

“You okay?” He bumped her elbow with his.

She nodded. “Kinda tired.”

He wouldn’t press in public, but he knew something was wrong. He’d left her waiting, seemingly fine, and now she had locked something up. He doubted Matuk did anything. Something like that would’ve been obvious, and caused significant alert amongst this many humans.

His lips quirked to the side in curiosity. It would have to wait.

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It was coming off of her in waves now.

Like she’d been doused in heartache; someone, or something, had latched, and was sucking her dry.

She stopped smiling by the time they got home, and was lashing out at everything. She’d dropped a hand towel from a pile she was carrying and cursed at it. Lord forbid she would’ve dropped a plate, she might’ve torn the kitchen apart. By the time dinner was starting, she wouldn’t acknowledge him when he asked if she needed help. When they ate, she didn’t talk.

He was deeply worried to say anything. He could handle a lashing, but would this be a particularly vicious one?

Something had to be done, though. The stress around her was palpable.

“Callie?” he called softly when she was collecting their plates. “Callie,”

She kept moving, the vibrancy of her eyes absent.

“Cal,” he grabbed her hand, and only then did she look down at him. He pulled her hand, until she was sat beside him, and only then did he grab the stacked plates from from her hands and set them aside.

“What’s wrong?”

Her face twitched, shaking her head. “I’m okay,”

“No you’re not,”

“No- I’m okay, Nick,” she was trying to pull away, but now he had both her forearms in his grasp. She huffed. “If you won’t tell me what you have nightmares about then I won’t tell you anything either,”

“Fine. I dream about being attacked, for days on end and I can feel my bones snapping and crunching until I sink into the ground and suffocate. I dream that you’re being mauled to death or I find you in pieces throughout my house and I have to collect them and try to put you back together. Sometimes I wander around a hospital and I can hear myself screaming for help, but instead I just hide,”

Her eyes were swelling with tears. “Now please tell me what’s wrong,”

Torment. Pure torment. She was crying, but still trying to smother it, her face dropping into her hands when she couldn’t utter the words while looking at him.

She told him everything.

Losing her job, how her family ridiculed her instead of offering any help, the way Patricia had chosen such cruel words. It drained from her in deep, wet hiccups, her hands eventually becoming no match to wipe away all the tears that ran down her cheeks. Her mind was an abysmal ocean of emotions she couldn’t name. It had built and built the past weeks the more she distanced from her family, when in reality, she needed them most to know she was doing the right thing. Greatly she assured him there was nowhere else she could’ve been during his recovery, but she questioned: why couldn’t they understand that?

With this, immense guilt befell Nick. It was essentially his fault that she was being driven into the ground without anyone to lean on in support. I should’ve known, he scolded himself. All the signs were there; how didn’t he notice?

When all that could be said was done, she wiped away tears before they spilled. Her eyes were as red and swollen as her lips, her cheeks misty after such a torrent of cries. Although her heart felt tons lighter, it left the rest of her exhausted; she could probably sleep an entire day if she had the chance.

He wanted to say something, anything to help, but felt at this point, all he’d do is make things worse. She shouldn’t be here. Too many times already he’d said I’m sorry, but that was always useless. That never helped anyone.

He’d held her hand on and off, limp and sad, but she’d just withdraw it to wipe her face. He felt useless, and kind of stupid, but this wasn’t about him right now.

“I could use a drink,” she croaked, sniffling. His brows perked up. I can do that, at least.

“We have that wine in the back of the fridge and some Captain,”

She giggled hoarsely. “You can’t drink on your meds,”

Callie watched him stand before wobbling into his kitchen, her line of sight blocked by the bar. A bunch of rummaging, a couple grunts from him as he struggled to carry whatever he was retrieving.

She cracked a confused grin when he came limping back with the wine and rum, shot glasses and an ice pack, laying each one out but plopping the ice onto his knee he stretched out across the chair beside him once he was sat again.

He pushed the wine towards her slowly, seeing the sparkle come back to her eyes the more she smiled.

“I don’t need my pain meds tonight.”

By the time the wine had been finished and they were taking shots of rum, they were both giggling, their warm cheeks hidden behind hands as they tormented one another with embarrassing recollections and stories that made them boom with laughter. After a day of silence on her part, it was comforting to hear her go on and on again, bringing forth a playful side of him seldom seen without her.

His house was warm, and their sweaters had long been taken off, and the ice pack was melted, creating a pool on the tables surface.

“Jakooby?” She beamed, her rosy cheek in her palm.

“Fuckin’ Jakooby,” he nodded, his heavy eyes half lidded.

“How do y’even mispronounce that?”

“Same way people s’mtimes call me Nicholas,” he slurred, clear disgust in his sultry tone.

“Sometimes people think my names short for Calliope,” Callie mumbled, giggling when Nicks face scrunched.

“Canopy?”

“Calliope,” she laughed.

He shook his head and pfft-ed, sloppily pouring them another shot and raising his with a wobbly hold. “To our identity crisis ss’s?” He questioned.

They both threw them back; he always got a kick out of watching her face sour and her shoulders shudder when she did. “That’s bad,” she coughed.

Again, her phone vibrated against the tables surface, but she only pushed it away. Some of the booze had lost its shine in her eyes when he gazed at her.

“Are they more mad cause y’quit or yer here?” He asked, resting his jaw against his knuckles.

“Both,” she breathed, pushing her curls away from her cheeks. Nicks breathing heavied; she looked so warm. He wanted to rest his cheek against her bare stomach.

“You should g’home,” he mumbled, the disfavor of that statement obvious in his frown. “N’ fix this,” he added, twirling his finger in her direction.

“I can’t grow my hair overnight,”

He snorted. “I meant the shit with your family,”

She stared at him with balmy eyes, blinking to focus on him. “I’m not leavin’. They don’ get it now, they just won’t. Everytime I try n’ explain it, they don’t hear me,” she paused to take a swig right from the bottle, her eyes pinching shit.

“They think I’m chasing ghosts of the past,” she tried to smile, but it was a bad mask.

“They think I’m a bastard,” he declared, but she shook her head, her hair bouncing around her cheeks. He almost whimpered in admiration.

“We’re both bastards,” she whispered, playing with the bottle.

“What did you tell ‘em happened?”

“That we lost each other along the way,” she smiled, barely, her eyes becoming glossy once more.

We lost each other along the way. He held her hand, his thumb stroking her soft skin.

“But,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes. “They won't listen do so I’m done trying to convince them,”

“That’s your family,”

“And they’ve never really been on my side about much,”

His ears flickered. “I’m on your side,”

She smiled, a beaming one that could challenge the beauty of the stars, and leaned onto her elbow against the table.

“I know you better than them anyways,”

She snorted, slurring, “Ah yeah?”

He nodded, his brows pulled together in a confident scowl. “Like- like you talk to people differently depending on how much you like ‘em,” he strained, reaching for the bottle to drink from.

“I do not!”

“Mhm. You used to be like- ASHely when you saw her like y’were ‘mediately annoyed just lookin’ at her,” he explained, his hands waving around dramatically as she listened with a slack jaw and goofy grin. “‘Nd when you saw me, cause I’m obv’sly so fuckin’ cool, you’d do this little call like like, Niiiick, ‘xcept it was soft and small,”

“Niiiick,” she mimicked, just as gently as she once did before.

A hand was held over his heart, his eyes closing. “Love it,” he confessed. “Which means you must really hate m’now cause I haven’t heard it in weeks,”

Callie’s smile faded, and confusion lined her glazed look when he dropped his head some. “You think I hate you?”

“I know you do,” he mumbled, looking at her again.

She moved to the edge of her seat, their knees bumping. “You obviously don’t know me as well as you thought you did, mensito,” she smiled, but even though he gave her a sleepy grin, he dropped his head once more.

Her embrace was tight around his neck, the skin of her cheek against his warmer than the rum in their guts. He chuffed quietly when he wrapped his sinewy arms around her waist, his fingers curling into the fabric of the thin shirt over her. He willed to melt into her skin, and stay in this warm place. The alcohol he could smell on her created a surprisingly sweet smell, coming through her pours like cinnamon.

“I could never hate you,” she declared beside his ear, stroking the back of his neck.

“I ruined ev’rything,” he murmured, hiding his face against her neck.

She shook her head, moving enough to bring his face towards hers so she could see his vibrant eyes. “I will never hate you, Nick. Never.”

He believed her, even if her eyes were clouded. Sincerity showed through her flushed cheeks and muddled words, and why else would she be here? Because they were friends? No, she was here, unknowingly risking her own safety- probably not the best time to be getting drunk- for herself, too. He’d smelled it before he heard it the night before.

Callie was there because she loved him.

He dropped his head against her shoulder, pulling her tighter against his chest as she curled her arms around him again, his taped, heavy hand rubbing up and down her back.

“Would it be too soon to say I knew you’d say that?” He asked, and she giggled against him.

“Shut up,”

The kiss on her shoulder was from impulse alone, meant more for affection than desire, but her breathing hitched, and he tensed in her hold.

His forehead slid across her jaw and cheek when she unwound from him sluggishly, holding either side of his neck. Suddenly, she wasn’t just hot; she was on fire, and her arousal was flourishing, lining his senses as he pulled in rapid breaths. It beckoned a ravenous side of him that was thick with booze, hot from want, but he wouldn’t act on it so quickly.

He could feel her pulse beneath his lips when he kissed her neck, his fingers digging into her sides when she whimpered as he dragged his mouth across her jaw, the ends of her hair tickling his eyelids while he tasted her skin.

There was no hesitation this time.

He caught her mouth in a searing liplock, his breath flaring his nostrils when she moaned against him. She tasted like rum, but her tongue sliding into his mouth was the sweetest reminder of better times. He kissed her like she was the last drop of water in a deserts landscape- like he’d been left in the dark for too long, and she was his hand reaching from the light.

Any alcohol in them must’ve been burning off faster than either could expect, for as he continued to kiss her, and admire her moving body beneath his hands, he felt no thick smoke of unclear actions or thoughts clouding his judgement when he pulled at her hips. In one easy step, she was in his lap, pressing tight against his chest with thighs spread over him.

Her essence was stronger- it tingled in the back of his throat, made the sleepiness he once felt banish.

Callie was the one to move her arms beneath them, and her shirt came up and off her head with her hands, but he was the one to easily unclasp her bra and pull it down her arms.

“Touch me,” she breathed against his mouth, sighing loudly when he pushed her back into his hands, his sharp teeth closing carefully around a hardened nipple.

He sucked, and licked and swirled, paying equal attention to each breast as she laid boneless in his hold, smiling up at the dim light of the ceiling. Her skin was alive with shivers, her hips starting to gyrate languidly against the bulge she felt growing between her thighs.

He moaned into her skin, detaching with an audible pop from a nipple to claim her mouth again.

As always, she was weightless as he lifted her, his hands sweeping behind her to push the dishes and booze off the tables surface and into loud, clattering piles on the floor.

The bite of the cold table against her back made her arch, but it was forgotten as she sat up, her fingers working the button and zipper to his jeans.

He stifled a groan when he pulled his own shirt off, his side nagging, but it too was smothered when she pushed his jeans and briefs down his narrow hips, just enough so his rigid dick fell into her grasp.

He twitched, his fingers tangling the hair on the back of her head roughly when she pumped him slowly, the thick beads of precum already slipping out of his tip. He pulled back on her hair, kissing away the sharp hiss she made while he followed the length of her body to yank down on her tight jeans.

He stood straight to pull them off her feet, and held her knees apart to step back between them, taking a chaste moment to overlook her bared form beneath him.

Her hands reached for him, pulling him down for another kiss, whimpering against him.

He leaned onto one elbow, and she held his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks when she felt his fingers brush her lips, his wide tip poking lower.

There was more resistance; it had been a long time since they’d come together like this, but not enough pressure to urge him to stop.

He pushed in slowly, moans shaking his form as he slid into her clenched center, inch by inch until his balls touched her cheeks. She breathed heavy beneath him, her knees closer to her stomach and brows furrowed in mixed pleasure and stretching.

But to be caressed, so deeply again- it had her seeing stars.

Nick pecked her lips softly, pushing her fringe back from her face so he could see her caramel eyes clearly when he started to move slowly. Long thrusts, all the way to his tip then back in, relishing in the slick heat of her womanhood.

He licked across her chest, pulling from under her back to take mouthfuls of her skin, listening with clear ears to every gasp and moan.

“Nick,” she sighed, and his body shivered.

His thrusts became harder, every one pushing a short moan from her beautiful lips, her head tossing side to side as he gradually built his tempo.

“Oh my god-,” she cried, holding his face to hers, trying to kiss him. “Oh my God, Nick,”

His breath started to come in hard puffs, a familiar sensation starting in the pit of his stomach. It was pouring out through his limbs, slow, and searing like lava.

He pulled up on one side of her hips, keeping to hard, short snaps of his hips that kept himself buried deep inside her pussy.

Callie cried out, her breasts bouncing with every sharp impact, her nails digging into his arms.

“Oh go-“ she gasped, her heavy eyes opening, her back starting to bow. “There- right there right there! Don’t stop,” she yelled, his other arm bending under her knee.

“I know baby,” he ground out, lowering as his end started to creep up faster on him.

She was panting, writhing, slurring words he couldn’t understand and kissing him sloppily when suddenly, she stiffened like a board.

Callie shouted out, long successions of his name and delicious moans, her walls clenching and pulsating all around him.

And with a defeating roar, he found his release, buried deep inside her fluttering pussy, his teeth digging into the spot under jaw. It left him slowly, with thick streams of semen pouring against her womb and the very high that blinded him moments before finally clearing.

They were both sweating, and breathing harshly, her hands trembling as she held his shoulders.

Nick kissed her collarbone, his forehead lowering under her chin.

He stared at the wall beside them, and she at the ceiling.

For some time, all they could do was breathe as the haze finished dissipating, leaving them both stiff, and afraid to move.

What the fuck just happened?

I love complicating things >:) thanks for reading! 🖤

Pikokos: drunk

Mensito: dummy

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redhairedfeistynerd · 4 years ago

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Captain McHippityHop

A/N: A long lost piece that I forgot to post last Easter! Another part of my ‘Seasons of Bucky’ series. Loosely edited, all errors are my own. Enjoy and have a great long weekend everyone.

Thanks to @firefly-graphics for the dividers

Don’t not copy or redistribute any of my pieces.

Summary: It’s finally Spring and the Barnes family is ready for some Easter fun. Uncle Steve has something to hop on about.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 2200+

Warnings: kissing, nudity, sexual situations, implied smut, teasing, cautious Bucky

No bunnies were harmed in the making of this fic

“We’ll be there at 10, okay? Don’t worry, they’ll be up and ready.” Bucky rolls his eyes while he listens begrudgingly to Steve as he carries on about the importance of being on time.

Bucky ends the calls and looks to y/n. “You’re a pain in the ass. I was TRYING to be serious and keep a straight face but you kept smirking and your eyes brightened up like you were going to laugh. I can’t stop myself when you do that, I want to laugh with you!”

“Barnes, you aren’t going to crush me, don’t hold back. You hold your daughters every day, I know you’ll be gentle with me,” she said as she kissed his forehead softly.

“It’s just… I don’t,” he fumbles with his words and y/n brings a finger to his lips.

“Did you, did you make the girls Easter baskets?”

“I sure did, I thought we could say our good ole bunny friend popped by your house too.”

Bucky leaned over to give her a quick kiss, “it makes me incredibly happy that you think about them. It makes me feel so fulfilled that I’ve met someone that considers my daughters.”

“They’re part of you Bucky, why wouldn’t I think of them? Besides, I remember loving baskets like this when I was a kid and I want Riley and Piper to enjoy them too.”

The two of them head out towards the picnic tables, Bucky placing the cupcakes down before he turns to see a 6-foot-tall bunny out of the corner of his eye.

“What the hell are you wearing, Stevie?”

“It’s for the kids, you jerk. I have ears on, a cute little nose, and a bunny tail,” he says and wiggles his behind. “Obviously, I’m the Easter bunny.”

Tony saunters by, a mimosa in hand “why don’t you ask Rogers how “America’s Ass” ended up with a bunny tail.”

“Stevie, what did you do?” y/n laughs

Steve is between blushing and looking furious at Tony. “You just had to open your big mouth.”

“Rogers here thought it was a smart idea to make a bet with Pepper. This ancient idiot thought he could have a bake off with Pepper and win,” Tony snorts and take a sip of his drink.

“Come on Stevie, bounce away and introduce Cap McHippity Hop to the girls,” Tony teased.

“If those kids weren’t here Tony, I’d be kicking your f-”

“Now, now Cap, language,” mocked Tony, a sly smile forming across his face.

“Uncle Stevie!!! You have fuzzy ears AND a bunny nose!! Are you the Easter Bunny?” Riley asked loudly, jumping up to stand on the bench of the picnic table, now eye to eye with Steve.

“Uncle Stevie, you’re the best!” Riley squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “But don’t tell daddy that, ok?” she whispered into his ear.

With a smile, Steve squeezed her once more before heading over to where y/n was sitting. He sat beside her and smiled.

“Come on girls, let’s get everything together and head on home.”

“Hey Y/N? Thank you for coming with us and helping us keep daddy happy,” Piper says, her big eyes staring up at Y/N.

“You’re welcome sweetie, l love seeing your daddy happy too,” Y/N replied smiling. She was more than happy herself and glad that she had this little family to love.

#Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x you #single dad!bucky #single dad bucky #easter #bucky x reader #buckys girls

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sofreakinmanyfandoms · 6 years ago

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It Started with the Mud Puddles - Bucky X Reader

Hello, lovelies! This is a Bucky x Reader one-shot I wrote for the wonderful @barnesrogersvstheworld‘s Marvel Kiss Challenge.

Challenge: Feature a significant kiss

Prompt: Mud puddles

Word count: 2813

Warnings: None. Iz fluff and wholesome weirdness. Actually, no, one warning: DO NOT DO WHAT CLINT AND THE READER DO. (That will make sense in the end.) Just don’t do it. Don’t let anyone else do it. I have not researched what could happen but it can’t be good. Don’t do it, nope, nope, nope.

I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is always appreciated.

You had had mixed feelings when you were asked to join the Avengers. On the one hand, you wanted to help people, and the Avengers would give you a way to do that on a larger scale. On the other hand, you would have to move to their compound in upstate New York. Your tiny apartment in New York City was home; there was no way some compound could ever change that.

Consider your mind officially changed.

You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face as you zipped up your coat. The yellow rain gear and red boots reminded you of your favorite children’s book. It had rained all last night and you couldn’t wait to get out in the yard.

The fresh after-rain scent of the grass and surrounding trees hit your senses and set your heart racing. Rain in New York City left a hint of a fresh scent in the air, but it didn’t have what the compound was surrounded by right now: mud puddles.

With a squeal and a running start, you launched yourself into the first puddle you saw. The splash flew up around you and you felt like a little kid again. Puddle stomping had been a tradition for you and your siblings after every rainstorm when you were growing up. It had been so long since you had lived where puddles like this formed and you were going to spend the day enjoying them.

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Bucky followed Natasha off the jet and onto the rooftop landing pad. Exhaustion was seeping from every pore and visions of his bed were dancing through his mind. It had been a long mission and he was ready to crash.

Before he could get inside, a laugh from the yard caught his attention. He looked over the edge and saw you splashing in the puddles.

Who is that?

Steve came out to welcome Bucky back and found him watching you. The Captain’s face lit up with a soft smile when he saw you splashing around.

“I see you’ve spotted Y/N.”

“Who is she?” Bucky couldn’t take his eyes off you.

“The newest member of the team.” Steve clapped Bucky on the shoulder. “Come on in and get cleaned up, maybe get a few hours of sleep. Dinner is at seven. I’ll introduce you then.”

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At six thirty you finally forced yourself to go back inside. Several splashes had worked their way up your pants and into your boots, soaking you with cold, muddy water. You couldn’t care less.

You used your half-hour before dinner to dry off and change. It was exactly seven when you padded out of the elevator in your leggings and fluffy socks, Tony’s MIT hoodie enveloping you in its warmth. He’d probably want it back once he found out you were the one who stole it. Too bad for him; it was your new favorite item of clothing.

Most of the team and two people you hadn’t met were shuffling around the kitchen and dining room, determining the contents of various Chinese takeout containers and distributing them to the correct recipients. Since arriving, you had learned that Tuesdays were for takeout and video games. It was your favorite night of the week.

“Y/N, I’ve got some people for you to meet,” Steve called when he spotted you. He motioned to the two you didn’t recognize. “This is Natasha, and this is Bucky. They just got back from a pretty long mission, which is why they haven’t met you yet. Guys, this is Y/N, our new resident telekinetic.”

You smiled at Nat, a bit nervous at meeting the famous Black Widow. “Nice to meet you both.” You turned to Bucky. “I hope the mission went okay?”

Nat waved her hand. “It turned out in the end. I think we’re both just glad to be back.”

“You’re a telekinetic?” You weren’t sure what the look on Bucky’s face as he asked meant, but you replied before you could stop yourself.

“No, I actually just shapeshift into a huge bat. Travel by echolocation, eat fruit flies, sleep upside-down – stuff like that. Not sure why they thought I should be an Avenger.”

Clint cracked up and Bruce smiled, handing you a container. You accepted it and peeked inside. God bless Bruce; beef lo mein was your favorite. You quickly snagged a pair of chopsticks and settled into your usual dinner perch: on top of the fridge.

Nat quirked an eyebrow at your strange position. “I see there’s some stuff I’ll have to get used to.”

Bucky was openly gaping. “How did you get up there?”

You grinned at him. “Didn’t you see me transform into a bat? I flew.”

“She can make herself fly with telekinesis,” Clint informed him with a smirk. “Hey!”

He grabbed for the shrimp floating out of his container but it dodged his hand and deposited itself in your mouth. You bit off the tail and flicked it at him with a giggle.

His pouting made you feel a little bad. “I’ll let you have a bite of my lo mein,” you offered. Clint reached out his chopsticks and you held your container down where he could reach inside. Once he’d snagged a bite, he headed towards the common room where Sam had started setting up Mario Kart.

“I want a rematch against Bruce,” Wanda announced as she joined the group. “Sam and Clint can have their weekly pissing match after I get my revenge.”

“Tony finally bought more controllers to replace the ones broken last month,” Steve laughed. “We’re doing four at a time again.”

Wanda shrugged. “Then they can do their weekly pissing match while I get my revenge. I’m not picky.”

This was your favorite part of living with the others and precisely why you always settled up high where you could watch everything that happened. The team was one big family, teasing each other and having a great time. Sometimes you missed the peacefulness of your own apartment, but by now you wouldn’t trade these evenings for the world.

You brought your lo mein with you as you transitioned to the hammock swing Tony had hung for you in the common room. On the couch, Bruce and Wanda had settled in for their rematch; Natasha and Steve had snagged the other controllers. Wanda selected a track and with that, the night of gaming had begun.

You were so focused on the games happening you didn’t notice that Bucky studied you all evening.

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Bucky rounded the corner to the kitchen and found you perched on a bar stool, a canvas board and paint spread out across the counter. You didn’t notice his arrival until he cleared his throat.

“Oh, hi Bucky!” Your face lit up with its usual smile when you saw him. “How was your morning?”

“Too short,” Bucky replied, his voice betraying the fact that he had just woken up despite the fact that it was now the early afternoon.

You gave him a solemn nod. “I haven’t been on any long missions yet, but the short ones are exhausting and I imagine your body needed all the sleep it could get. Coffee pot is fresh even though it’s not full. Tony just finished brewing more and he took more than half the pot with him.”

Bucky poured himself a mug of the offered beverage and surprised you by settling onto the stool next to you.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking at the colors across the canvas.

“Finger painting.”

His eyes shot to yours, unsure if you were serious or not. You waggled your paint-stained fingers at him.

“Nothing should get between the artist and their art. I just take that a step further than most.”

Bucky looked back down at the picture you had were working on and creased his brow.

“You did all of this with your hands?”

You nodded and tucked your hair behind you ear, leaving a smudge of green behind.

“It makes me feel more in touch with what I’m painting. It’s kinda like sculpting in two dimentions.”

“Except you need more work on your sculpting,” Steve teased as he entered the kitchen. He reached into the mug cupboard and pulled out a misshapen monstrosity decorated with a shield design.

“Hey, you still use it,” you grinned at him as he filled the mug with the remains of the coffee and set to work brewing more.

“That I do,” he laughed. “Clint keeps asking when he’ll get his.”

“Tell him I’ll make him one whenever I make it back to the studio.”

You and Steve fell into an easy conversation. Steve noticed Bucky alternately studying you and your painting. He tucked it away in his memory as something to think about later.

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“Hey, Bucky, have you seen Nat?”

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading and froze. You were standing with your hands on your hips decked out in the most ridiculous outfit he had ever seen. Your t-shirt was neon green and your leggings were purple with pink and blue triangles of varying sized across them. There was a bright yellow terrycloth headband around your forehead and bright orange bands on your wrist, and you had pulled your hair up into the biggest side ponytail he had ever seen.

“Well?” you prodded when he didn’t reply.

“No, I haven’t seen her,” he managed to get out. “Um, what are you wearing?”

You glanced down at your outfit and waved your hand dismissively.

“Oh, Clint found an 80s workout video while we were thrifting earlier and we decided to try it out. This is just my way of getting into the spirit of it. He thought Nat might want to at least watch.”

“Watch what?” Nat asked, blowing a bubble as she walked in. The bubble popped as she took in your outfit. “Never mind what. The answer is yes.”

“Did you find her?” Clint poked his head into the room, a neon pink headband the same style as yours wrapped around his head.

“Yup, we’re coming!” you replied, grabbing Nat’s hand and dragging her behind you. “See you later, Bucky!”

Steve came across his friend half an hour later. Bucky was staring at nothing, his mind still lingering on a certain colorful telekinetic.

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“You know, stuff like this never happened off-mission before you joined the team.”

You shrugged at Sam. The movement caused you to wince. “I’d like the record to show that I don’t have a fully-developed frontal lobe yet, but Clint does, and he thought it was a great idea.”

“Which in retrospect probably should have been the first indication it was actually a terrible one,” Tony admitted.

Bruce had Clint laid out in traction until a chiropractor could come to fix his back. You had dislocated your shoulder and were now icing it to keep down the swelling and pain from it being forced back in place. Tony was only in the med bay because that was where the two of you were; he was being forced to listen to Sam and Steve’s “how could you be so reckless” lecture because you and Clint probably couldn’t have pulled off your stunt without him.

“It was so fun, though,” Clint retorted from his bed. “How many people can say they’ve been hit with a six-foot water balloon?”

“One too many,” Steve replied before turning his glare to Tony. “And you! You built them a slingshot?”

Tony held up his hands. “In my defense, I only knew they wanted to launch a giant water balloon. I didn’t know they were going to aim it at Clint.”

“That bit was Clint’s idea,” you cut in. “I just wanted to launch it. He wanted to know what it would feel like to get hit with it.”

“It was great,” Clint added sleepily. His pain meds seemed to be kicking in.

Bucky watched the whole scene from the doorway and tried to fit this piece into the picture of you his mind was forming.

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“Power of positive thinking, Barnes. Power of positive thinking.”

Bucky clenched his jaw and glared at you. “You’ve been shot. That’s not positive,” he growled, taking out two more HYDRA agents.

“But it won’t be fatal and I don’t need my arm to do damage,” you retorted in a sing song voice as you telekinetically ripped a man’s gun from his hands and shot him with it. “We’ve still got to get out of here. Might as well have fun doing it.” You launched into an off-pitch rendition of “Hakuna Matata” and lobbed a grenade to your left.

Bucky swore under his breath and followed you toward the exit. Going on missions with you would be the death of him.

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“Y/N, have you seen –” Bucky entered your room and cut off as you shushed him, motioning with your eyes to the sleeping child in your lap.

The team had rescued a group of orphans on the last mission, and Tony had made room for all of them at the compound until they could be placed in good foster homes. One of them, a small girl no older than four, had stumbled upon you sitting on the floor and curled up in your lap, promptly falling asleep with her head against your chest.

“What are you looking for?” you whispered ask Bucky sat next to you.

“Her,” he whispered back. “Bruce did a head count and was wondering who was missing.”

You studied the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deeply. “Bruce is remarkably good at mothering.”

“Seems like you’re not so bad at it yourself.”

You smiled shyly at Bucky and the two of you sat together in silence until Bruce found you and whisked the girl back to her bed. Bucky felt a tug of disappointment in his chest when the two of you had to go your separate ways. The more time he spent with you, the more being with you felt right.

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“Dude, decorating the tree is so much easier with Y/N around,” Clint called to Bucky as the latter entered the common room. Everyone was there bustling around and decorating, but you were what his eyes were scanning for.

You were sitting crisscross on the floor by the couch, eating sugar cookies and holding Clint up in the air near the top of the tree. He was reaching out to put the star on top when you pretended to drop him.

“Not cool, Y/N. So not cool.” He glared once you had stabilized him.

“That’s okay, I prefer being hot anyway,” you smirked back.

Bucky sat down next to you and took the cookie you offered.

“These are pretty good. Who made them?”

You shrugged. “Whoever Tony bought them from. I was going to protest buying Christmas cookies, but these are better than anything I could make, so I decided to roll with it.”

“Hey guys,” Natasha sang from the couch behind you. “Look what I found!”

The two of you looked up to see Nat holding a sprig of mistletoe above your heads.

“Gah!” You had actually dropped Clint that time. At least you had been lowering him so he didn’t have as far to fall.

“Sorry!” Your hand came up over your mouth as Clint stumbled to his feet. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, I got distracted.”

“He’ll forgive you if you two kiss,” Sam said with a grin.

“Sure, what he said,” Clint confirmed, rubbing the back of his head. “Go on, kiss him.”

Chants of “Kiss him! Kiss him!” rang out around the room. You and Bucky looked at each other, and almost before you could realize it he had pulled you into his arms and was kissing you. The two of you lost yourselves in the feeling of each other’s lips on your own, deepening the kiss until finally you had to pull back, gasping for air.

“It’s about time that happened,” you breathed, your faces only a few inches apart.

“Been wanting to do that for a while,” Bucky admitted. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Y/N. You’re perfect. You live through what we all go through every mission but still manage to keep a sense of wonder. It’s… it’s really nice. It started with the mud puddles; when I first saw you, you were out in the yard splashing around and having so much fun just… being. The more I get to know you, the more I don’t want to ever have to live without you again. You keep me from losing myself, and I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

“Look what you did,” Clint complained to Natasha. “Now they’re gonna go all lovey on us.”

“Shut up, Barton,” you laughed before pulling Bucky in for another kiss, whispering something only he could hear.

“I think I love you, too.”

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