#this week and the next are gonna be so stressful

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots. The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Good god I get that 🥴

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

Nooo

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity.

💔💔💔

 You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

Mood

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips. There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain. Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

The checking that she is not drooling? Reasonable 🤭

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye. Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you. “If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.” “Bucky. I need to. Please.” His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back.  “Then go,” he said, voice emotional. 

Nooo not again, even him directly addressing it..

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think. Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

He is not doing well ��

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised.  “What?” “You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet.  “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.” Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

To be loved it to be known 🫶🏻

“I’m fine, Bucky.” “I sent something over.” “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

🥺🥺🥺

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

This is not good...

“But….I’m on birth control.” You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you.  “You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?” You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this. It all made sense now. The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known. 

Ahh a lot makes sense now!

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

Hahahah omg 😂

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

Can't interupt them. They are probably busy working on a baby on their own 😅

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.” “Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.” You chewed your lip, still unsure. “You think so, Ma?” “Baby, I know so.”

For personal reasons I'm highly critical to say "Moms always know what's best!" But in this case? Absolutely true, listen to you mom!

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

🥺🥺🥺

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

Good for him!

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him. Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance. For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

🥰🥰🥰

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal. Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half. You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

Wow what a way to hide a ring 🤭

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty.  “And I want forever with you.” You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered. Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

She's so real for this reaction haha

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.” Bucky looked at him, emotional. “Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

He is more than ready and willing to do it

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.” “It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.” “Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

I'm so glad they have each other and their special relationship 🫶🏻 what an important talk for them

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

This is so them haha

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process. “I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion. “It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.” Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises. “My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

🥹🥹🥹

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere. He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright. 

They just need each other 🥹❤️

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He is so ready and happy 🥰

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” “There’s something else, Bucky…” You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved. “I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

What a perfect reaction 🥹🥰

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

🤭🤭🤭

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.” He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes. “Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.” You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

What a way to get her out of her head 🤭

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.”  You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists.  “You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.”

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

 “You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Haha fair

🥰🥰🥰

Answer Love’s Call

Summary: James Bucky Barnes WAS an avowed bachelor and one night stand artist. You came along and he fell in love. He is about to propose. But something is off. You need time to come to terms about what this love will mean in the future. And how in the world you will deal with it.

Pairing: Art Dealer (mob boss) Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N: Okay, we're at Christmas. 😅 Hey guys. This one is close to my heart. Some of this is very personal to me, as a high functioning person who might be a little bit different. I hope you enjoy this.

This fic is in the Knock You Down AU, and comes immediately after both Worth the Fall and the Steve Rogers fic Peach VII.

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Smut! LOTS of angst, Frumoasa is spiraling, y'all, running away, a sexy ex, jealous, spiraling Bucky, a doctor's visit surprise, Frumoasa is not nero-typical, a beautiful mountain chalet Christmas, Steve x Peach, extended family, an icicle surprise, and Bucky helps Frumoasa relax, hard. Dom/sub elements, references to bdsm, use of 'Daddy,' oral (m receiving) spanking, anal play, attempted edging, raw p in v, praise kink, breeding kink, yeah. :)

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The day after the gala, you woke up with your head pounding. You were over warm, and your heart was beating fast, although you could hear Bucky’s steady breathing beside you. 

You turned and watched him for a moment, his handsome face relaxed and also, strangely, confident.

He looked so sure, so steady.

But the day before proved that you didn’t necessarily know what was coming next and that made your stomach rumble and twist in knots.

It might have been too much champagne, or it might have been the rollercoaster of emotions from the entire day before.

Your thoughts were all over the place about you and Bucky. Next week, you would be at the cabin in Vermont for the holidays, and he was planning to propose there.

Maybe? Maybe not?

The uncertainty was eating at you. Your mind was swirling.

Bucky stirred, his hand instinctively reaching for you. You let him pull you close, and you kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. 

Your body, as always, responded to him. Hell, the day before you’d practically attacked him. Something about the way he looked lately was making you feral. 

“Morning,” you responded.

He opened those beautiful eyes still heavy with sleep and peered at you through his eyelashes.  

“You good?”

You hesitated. You could tell him, you thought. You could spill every crazy thought running through your mind. But you didn’t

So you gave him the easy answer.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

He smiled, content with your answer, and closed his eyes again. 

You two had tumbled into bed after the gala, very much under the influence. If Bucky had been fully awake, he would have noticed that you were not, in fact, good. 

You kissed his forehead and whispered that you were getting up to pee, which earned a grunt, a nod, and side smile.

You went to the kitchen and some tea to soothe your headache and some eggs for your stomach and then sat at the bar and ate, staring out onto the landscape of New York City at Christmastime.

You had time to really sit with your thoughts. You hadn’t lied to Peach. She and Steve were perfect together; and they’d done what felt right, what made sense for them.  

But what they did made you spiral, because in your head you had more time to get used to them really being together. You’d give a million dollars to harness what Peach had, that spontaneity. 

Bucky Barnes pulled that out of you, but right now you were feeling unsafe, out of control.

You were wrapped up in too many feelings: the drug of loving Bucky, the extreme high of sex with him, and then your own anxiety and intrusive thoughts.

Steve and Peach were headed to Atlanta today and then on to Vermont to spend a few days on a mini-moon before everyone arrived on the 23rd. 

Your phone, which had been plugged up on the bar, started to vibrate, and you saw that it was your mother. You also saw that she had called twice before. 

You knew she was calling about Steve and Peach and you just couldn’t do it at the moment.

You silenced the call and then walked through the bedroom into the closet and grabbed one of the expensive luggage pieces that Bucky’d bought you.

Maybe a few days at your place would help you sort things out.

—---

In the middle of packing, you turned to see Bucky leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his expression pure frustration.

Your eyes skimmed down his bare chest, following the trail of happiness between his pecs and down those abs that you ended up licking the day before, down his delicious belly button to disappear under the waistband of the grey sweats slung low on his hips.

There was more deliciousness in there, of that you were certain.

Suddenly, you wanted to fuck him stupid again, and you wiped the corners of your mouth to make sure you weren’t drooling.

“Frumoasa, what’s going on?”

His voice was tight, controlled, but barely.

You shook your head, feeling crazy. You gripped the t-shirt (of his) you’d been packing in your hands.

“I just... I need some time,” you admitted. “Before Vermont.”

His jaw clenched and those eyes blazed. 

“Time for what?”

“To think,” you said simply, not looking him in the eye.

Bucky exhaled sharply, stepping forward, crowding you. 

“If something’s wrong, just tell me. We’ve got to communicate.”

You swallowed, finally meeting his blue, blue eyes. 

“I just need to figure some things out first.”

His frustration emanated from him for a minute, and then, suddenly, he reached for you, pulling you against him. You melted against his hard body, like always.

“Do you want to go to Connecticut? Right now?… Because if so…” 

His voice was softer now, his fingers carding through your curls. But what he said made you panic.

“No! It’s not that, Bucky…”

“If you’re doubting us….”

His voice was plaintive now and your breath caught as his scent and his warmth surrounded you. You wanted to fall into him, to let him chase away every uncertainty. 

But you needed to stand on your own two feet.

“I just need space,” you whispered, even as your hands reached up and clasped around his neck, unwilling to let go.

Bucky’s forehead rested against yours. 

“You say that, but I can tell that you don’t want to leave,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple.

Your heart thundered. 

“Bucky. I need to. Please.”

His grip tightened for just a moment before he released you, stepping back. 

“Then go,” he said, voice emotional. 

He turned and walked out of the door, giving you a wide berth as you finished packing. 

You cried as Nico drove you to your brownstone, and went straight to bed when you got there. You were emotionally exhausted.

—-

Bucky sat in his living room, spiraling, not knowing what to think.

Bucky agreed to you leaving, because what else could he do?

It didn’t make sense. The day before had been so much fun. You’d had great sex, and you looked amazing for the gala. Then there was the happy surprise about Steve and Peach.

He knew that you were over the moon for those two, but something was going on.

Had he taken too much time to propose?

But you’d only been together for a little over three months. He couldn’t help that Steve and Peach were crazy people who did crazy things.

Bucky was surer than sure that he and you belonged together. 

Now you just needed to come to the same realization. 

And he wasn’t going to force you.

—--

You stayed inside the entire next day, Sunday, feeling lethargic. Normally you’d be brunching or cooking with Bucky, relaxing and doing something fun.

You missed him and wondered why you weren’t with him.

At that moment, your phone rang. It was Bucky. 

“Hey,” you said softly, tucking a knee up to your chest as you curled up on the couch.

“Hey,” he echoed. Damn, his voice did things to you. 

“How are you?”

A lump formed in your throat at the longing in his voice.

“I’m okay...”

Silence. 

Then he asked, “Are you eating?” You blinked, surprised. 

“What?”

“You get caught up in your head when you’re stressed,” he said, his voice quiet.  “I don’t want you forgetting to take care of yourself.”

Damn you loved this man. He knew you so well.

“I’m fine, Bucky.”

“I sent something over.”

Before you could respond, there was a knock at your door. You opened it to find Nico with a delivery bag, the scent of thai food in the air. Your chest tightened as you looked up at Nico.

“Bucky...” you whispered into the phone.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured. “Just eat. And call me anytime. I love you, Frumoasă. I miss you. I’ll see you on Friday.”

He hung up and tears slipped down your cheeks as you took the food from Nico. You gave him a hug and said goodbye and then held the warm container in your hands behind a closed door. 

One thing was for sure, James Buchanan Barnes still knew exactly how to love you, even when you were running from him.

—-

The next few days were busy. You had to tie up year end things at the Center to prepare for the three week holiday shut down. You threw yourself into it and tried not to miss Bucky too much even though you two shared brief check-ins.

But your thoughts were scattered, your headache wouldn’t go away, and your stomach was unsettled. Plus, your emotions were on a rollercoaster. 

You made a doctor’s appointment for Thursday. You didn’t want to bring a bug to the cabin to spread to everyone.

On Wednesday you got a visit from an old friend.

Around noon, you turned around to a different version of blue-eyed and tall, dark, and handsome.

“Terry!”

Your last ex-boyfriend was standing in your place of work. 

“Hey girl. You looking good.”

You flushed at that smile and the way he eyed you was reminiscent of times gone by. And that voice. That was a thing once upon a time.

“Terry, What are you doing here?”

He sucked his teeth and shook his head at you.

“I can’t get a hug?”

You swatted at his arm and obliged, as Nico pulled out his phone to call Bucky outside.

—--

As soon as you walked in your door that afternoon your phone rang.

“Is that why you’re pulling away from me? You have another man?”

You pulled back and stared at your phone. Then you realized. Fucking Nico.

“Bucky, what the hell–”

Bucky interrupted you.

“I had to know you were safe, and then I’m told that you had a date with this guy Richmond.I wavered between coming to kill him immediately and letting you make your choice and tell me yourself, but I couldn’t wait.”

“Bucky…”

“Just tell me the truth, Y/N!”

“You gonna let me talk?”

Bucky was silent.

“The truth is I had lunch with an ex who also was a good friend to talk about his upcoming wedding.”

There was silence on the line. Bucky cleared his throat.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. ‘Oh.’”

You sucked your teeth.

“Anything else you wanna know, James?”

“Frumoasa, I’m sorry, I–”

“Don’t Bucky. I’ll see you in a couple of days. Bye.”

You hung up and cried, yet again.

You didn’t know what was happening.

—---

The next day, you sat on the crinkly paper in your Doctor Phillips’ office in complete shock.

She reached out and shut your mouth for you because it was hanging open.

“But….I’m on birth control.”

You looked at her as if she had three heads. She smiled indulgently at you. 

“You know that’s not 100%. Have you had unprotected sex with anyone?”

You giggled, thinking just how much unprotected sex you’d had with Bucky. Then you started crying. She handed you a tissue, used to emotions with things like this.

It all made sense now.

The nausea you’d brushed off, the exhaustion, the moods, the uncertainty, the fear knotting in your stomach. You should have known. 

It wasn’t just about you and Bucky.

It was about this.

A baby.

“Well, speaking of sex, I have a kind of... A delicate question.”

When you asked, you’d managed to shock doctor Phillips, but she soon recovered.

��-

Your mother was silent for a long time before whispering, “Oh, sweetheart...”

“Please don’t tell Peach,” you added quickly. “I don’t want to interrupt her honeymoon.”

You also knew that she would tell Steve and he would tell… 

“Bucky doesn’t know yet.”

Another long pause.

“What are you going to do? Are you going to tell him?”

You swallowed. 

“I don’t know how. We argued the last time we spoke. And I don’t want him to marry me just because I’m pregnant.”

“Honey, he’s gonna marry you no matter what. And you’re never going to get away from that man now that you’re carrying his child.”

You chewed your lip, still unsure.

“You think so, Ma?”

“Baby, I know so.”

As you spoke, you received pics of Steve and Peach looking deliriously happy in Vermont, glowing with happiness. They’d sent it to both of you. You cried on the phone with your mother and came to a decision. 

When you hung up, you started packing. 

—--

On Friday afternoon, you landed in Stowe and Nico was there to pick you up.

You were glad to see him despite the drama with Terry. The 30 minute drive was quiet and serene, beautiful on snow plowed roads. 

When the chalet came into view, you gasped.

It was picture-perfect, nestled deep in the Vermont mountains, blanketed in fresh snow. Twinkling lights lined the porch railings and they made Bucky, who was standing on the front porch waiting for you, look mysterious.

It was idyllic.

As you exited the SUV, Bucky came down and extended his hand to help you up the snow covered stairs. You looked up at him and he was staring at you with those ice blue eyes. 

—-

You stood there, looking up at him, and and Bucky thought, fuck, she’s gorgeous. It was like he was seeing you for the first time again. His eyes traced the thick curves that made his blood run hot, and those eyes that are wide and still uncertain made him a little weak.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from you and it felt like the air had been knocked out of his lungs. 

He didn’t know why you ran from him earlier in the week, but damn, he was certain that he would run through any wall for you. 

Bucky bit his lip and his hands instinctively balled into fists as he took you in.

Your sweater accented your full breasts and he swore he saw the thick, stiff peaks of your nipples through it, making him thirsty. Your jeans molded thick thighs and wide hips that make his cock throb. 

There was something about you today that made him want to take you down, but he was going to follow your lead. He needed to see where your head was at.

—

Bucky’s breath made vapors in the cold air and his eyes locked onto yours as he grabbed you, pulling you into his arms.

“You came back to me,” he murmured against your hair, his voice rough. “I’m sorry about the other day, Frumoasă. I’ve been crazy since you left.”

You pressed your face to his chest, a lump forming in your throat. 

“Yeah, that was crazy, but I get it, Bucky.”

You pulled back and looked up into his eyes.

“I had to come. I love you, Bucky Barnes.”

His hands cupped your face, his lips brushing yours, slow and searching. 

“Then don’t leave me. Ever again, Frumoasă.”

You nodded and clung to him, sniffling. 

He pulled back and looked down at you.

“Let’s get you out of this cold.”

Inside, the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air, and the chalet was decorated for the holidays with a huge tree with a massive stone fireplace. The view in the waning afternoon sunlight was of the mountains, and it was gorgeous.

“Wow, Bucky.”

He was taking your coat as you took in the sights. Of course the place was top notch.

“Where are the happy couple?”

Bucky chuckled.

“Their chalet is down the road. Rebirth owns this property and there are three other chalets just like this.”

You thought you were used to how rich Bucky was, but this rocked you. This was quite a world you might be committing to.

“Yeah, they need privacy. Probably fucking each other on every available surface.”

Bucky laughed. And then raised his eyebrow at you, eyes dark.

“It seems the thing to do.”

You grew warm and cleared your throat as he licked his lips. 

“Where is my room?”

Bucky gave you an ominous look and moved closer.

“Oh, we have more than enough rooms for everyone, Frumoasă. But I’m not spending one more night away from you.”

Your body reacted despite you, causing you to stutter.

“B-but my mother–”

“--Almost insisted on it when I spoke to her earlier this week. She told me she spoke to you the other day. They are only here for one night, it will be fine.”

You followed him into the master suite, your wheels turning.

“What all did Karen have to say?”

Did Bucky know? He couldn’t know. Your mom wouldn’t do that.

“She just told me you’ve always had a habit of pushing people away when you feel like you’re losing control.”

You sighed in relief. She hadn’t told him.

“I wasn’t trying to go behind your back,” he murmured. “I’m just trying to understand. Because I love you. And I want to fix it.”

You sighed and relaxed a little. Bucky still wanted you. You took his hand.

“Nothing is broken, Bucky. I’m sorry I ran from you. I was questioning myself. Not you.”

“Okay.”

But he looked uncertain. Could you have decided that you didn’t need him after all? That you didn’t want him?

You started to walk away to find the bedroom and Bucky pulled you back to him by catching one of your hands. He pressed himself against you and looked down into your eyes.

“Frumoasă,” he said, his voice almost pleading. 

“Tell me you still want us.”

“I still want us. I need us, Bucky. You’re right. I was feeling out of control, but yesterday I realized that what may be coming for us is some beautiful chaos. And if you’ll help me, I’m ready for it.”

You looked into his beautiful eyes, and then your fingers pulled on his sweater and your lips met his.

The kiss was almost brand new, the tension between you arcing like electricity. He kissed you back with everything he had, his hands roaming all over your body.

It was heated. It was urgent as a motherfucker. 

And it was everything you two hadn’t been able to say.

“Later, we will talk about control.”

Bucky ran his thumb over your lips as he looked like he had delicious sensual plans for you later. He let you go just as your panties got ruined.

—--

That afternoon, your mother and Ray arrived just after Steve and Peach came over to make pizzas in the custom pizza oven for dinner. After that, you all decorated the Christmas tree around the fireplace. 

It was picture perfect, with you and Peach drooling over Bucky and Steve in their fair isle sweaters. You had a lot of fun, and you drank water all night long. You caught up with Peach, warm in the glow of the love of everyone most important to you. 

Bucky watched you, curious about what was different about you, but didn’t say anything. 

By the time the night was over, you crashed, sleep overtaking you almost before your head hit the pillow. Bucky didn’t complain, he just held you close, thankful that you were back in his arms.

On Christmas Eve morning, some ventured out to ski and snowboard. You pleaded a headache and Bucky didn’t question you, but he filed that away for later. You and your mom stayed inside as you warned everyone else to be careful. You shook your head at Peach’s daredevil antics, but Peach was gonna Peach. 

Nico was celebrating the holidays in another chalet with his family and had the week off.

You and your mom talked about a lot. And a lightbulb went off in your head. Your mom was teary and you were amazed that it took over 30 years for you both to realize. But it was going to be okay.

That night snow blanketed the trees outside, and the fireplace crackled as everyone gathered around the fireplace after dinner. Bucky stayed close, touching you almost always, even if it was just his hand on yours. The proximity to him was what you needed, and you wanted to just burrow yourself in his chest. But you had to tell him.

Steve and Peach were in their own world, stealing kisses by the fireplace, by the tree, lost in their honeymoon bliss. You watched them, their happiness so effortless, so light, and you knew that you could be there too, with Bucky. 

Every time his hand brushed against yours, you felt the pull. Every time he looked at you like you were his whole world, you wanted to close the distance.

For the first time in days, you felt like maybe you were exactly where you needed to be.

After Christmas Eve brunch, you curled up with your hot cocoa and a book by the window by which Bucky and Steve built a snowman earlier. 

Peach wouldn’t let you live your life in peace, because she insisted on recounting the time you two got into a fight over homework when you were eleven. Your mother was joining in, supplying details to Ray and Steve and to Bucky, who was paying attention, stealing glances at you and absentmindedly fiddling with his phone.

“And then she says, ‘How dare you ask me if I need help, I don’t need your help—’”

A loud CRACK interrupted Peach’s story, and a resounding thunk echoed from the eaves of the cabin.

Everyone jumped, looking toward the porch as a massive icicle snapped from the roof, crashing into the snow.

“Whoa,” Peach said, blinking. “That thing could’ve killed someone.”

You looked at Bucky. And he looked pleased with himself. You were instantly suspicious. 

“Oh, wow,” he said, standing up and walking toward the door. 

“That’s crazy. Totally random.”

Steve scoffed and Peach shot him a look. They knew something. 

“Bucky…”

He ignored you, opening the door and crouching down in the snow, picking up the icicle like it was some priceless artifact. 

He brought it inside and placed it, dripping wet on the table. Everyone gathered around to see that there was something inside that looked like a lump of coal.

Bucky looked at you gaping at it, and then: he broke it in half.

You gasped. Because inside, tucked into the hollowed-out core, was a small black velvet box. Your stomach dropped.

“Oh my God,” you whispered.

Bucky turned to you, his eyes soft, full of something so deep and certain that it stole the air from your lungs. Your entire body went still. And it was just you and Bucky. 

His warm smile and the way the love in his eyes as he popped the box open to reveal a breathtaking and huge emerald cut diamond ring that looked like a block of ice and sparkled like the snow.

Everybody went silent.

Bucky exhaled, then spoke, his voice steady but thick.

“For years, I thought I had everything I needed,” he said, the words warm despite the crisp night outside. 

“But then you came along. And suddenly, nothing felt full unless you were in it. Not my house, not my days, not my arms.”

Everyone leaned in, watching and waiting.

Bucky took a deep breath, then, finally, sank to one knee.

Your heart stopped.

“You are… “ Bucky stopped, choked up. “…The love of my life,” he said, pulling out the ring and looking up at you with that devastating certainty. 

“And I want forever with you.”

You let out a choked laugh, “You hid my ring in an icicle?,” you whispered.

Bucky grinned up at you. “Damn right I did.”

“Y/N/L/N, Will you marry me?”

A half-laugh, half-sob escaped you. And then, without thinking, you threw yourself at him, knocking you both back onto the floor.

“YES!” you shouted, kissing him senseless as the entire family erupted into cheers.

“That was the most ridiculous, perfect Christmas proposal ever!” Peach was full on sobbing with joy as she said it.

Steve clapped Bucky on the back and gave him a hug as he helped him up.

You and Peach and your mom were cooing over the ring as the men watched.

“You better take care of that little girl, James. She’s special.” Bucky looked at him, emotional.

“Yes, Sir. That’s my mission in life.”

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After Bucky and Steve drove your parents to the airport to be in Brooklyn for Ray’s grandkids’ Christmas morning, you and Peach had a good long talk about everything but the baby. You had to tell Bucky next.  

But you did tell her about your other realization.

“I always knew you thought differently. It is just so cool the way you can see things from different angles. But yeah, you don’t do surprises well.”

“It just feels so freeing to finally be able to name what I was feeling sometimes. Being labeled as gifted didn’t help anyone from noticing that my mind probably is atypical.”

“Girl, none of us is typical, but yeah. Being labeled as gifted sucked sometimes. But sometimes it’s kinda hot. Tell me about your praise kink and I’ll tell you about mine.”

Peach grinned at you as you laughed. Bucky and Steve walked in right at that moment.

“Oh shit, Steve. Seems like we came back just in time.”

You shook your head as Bucky came and sat on the couch between you two and reached into the bowl of popcorn you’d been sharing. Steve just reached for Peach and she floated up into his arms.

“On second thought I think I’ll let Steve tell me about it in our chalet. Oh!”

Peach was up and over Steve’s shoulder as he hauled her out of the door. You giggled and waved at her as she swatted his ass with one hand and waved back at you.

Bucky was looking at you with a scorching hot gaze, and you leaned over to kiss him, licking the butter off of his lips.

“What were we saying about a praise kink, my beautiful good girl?”

You shivered and bit your lip, but scooted away from him on the sofa. You couldn’t be distracted.

“Can we talk about that later? I’ve got something to tell you.”

Bucky’s stomach dropped, then did somersaults. Had you been too embarrassed to tell him no earlier? Were you going to dump him? He nodded and took your hand, twisting the huge rock on your finger. He was unable to form coherent words, he was so worried.

“Bucky…I’m pregnant.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He pulled back slightly, mind spinning as the room seemed to shift around him. 

Pregnant. Buck stared at you, unable to process.

“I didn’t know until yesterday,” you whispered, your eyes filled with emotion.

“It explains a lot about what I’ve been feeling. And I didn’t know how to tell you.”

Bucky dreamed of getting you pregnant, but this was a detour from his plans. And he knew how you felt about surprises. 

“My sweet, sweet angel Frumoasă. I’m sorry I didn’t realize…”

Bucky took your hand again and pulled you toward him so that you rested in his arms. He kissed you on the top of your head. He knew one thing: it was you and he and your family for the rest of his life. He wasn’t going anywhere.

“You okay with this? I know this wasn’t in your plans–”

He cupped your face, his thumb brushing across your cheek. And he smiled. That’s when you knew everything would be alright. 

“Okay? I’m over the moon, Baby. I love you. Nothing changes that. We’re starting something new. A family. And I’ll be by your side for every step.”

He looked into your eyes and saw relief, but anxiety was still there.

“Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. And this time, I’m not going to let you go anywhere.”

“Are you sure?” you were breathless at his certainty.

He leaned in, kissing you softly but passionately. 

“I’m sure,” He whispered against your lips. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“There’s something else, Bucky…”

You told him your suspicions and Bucky was unmoved.

“I wouldn’t be surprised. But you have a beautiful mind, Love. I told you that I love the way you think the first time I met you.”

The way Bucky beamed at you with acceptance was so fucky sexy. You need him inside you like your next breath. Your kiss told him that.

“I see.”

Bucky stood up, you in his arms. 

“Let’s go to bed.”

He walked into the beautiful bedroom with the huge picture window looking out onto the winter night. There was lots of moonlight reflected into the room from the snow, even with the lights off.

He laid you on the bed and you rolled away from him, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. He gave you an incredulous look as you fiddled with it.

“What are you doing?”

You bit your lip, a little bit afraid. God you needed that feeling. To turn your brain off. 

“I asked Dr. Phillips a few specific questions about sex during pregnancy.”

Bucky stared at you.

“About rougher sex…” You gulped as he raised his eyebrow. “I forwarded an article.”

Bucky walked around the bed and took his phone in hand, glancing at it, and then at you, a smirk on his face. You scrambled back as you scurried into the bathroom.

“Gonna take a shower, be right back.”

You tried to turn your brain off as you went under the hot water jets. But what you truly needed was in the next room.

You came back in and Bucky was standing by the bed, in just his jeans, shirtless. The fire was roaring and he looked cold. You shuddered as he pointed to the furry rug by the bed.

You obeyed, shedding your robe and kneeling, eyes cast down. You saw his bare feet come to stand in front of you.

“You are trying to control things again, Frumoasă, sending me an article about BDSM during pregnancy. You need to learn that there are times that I’m in control in the bedroom. And I decide what happens and when.”

He reached down and tipped your chin up, looking at you with narrowed steel blue eyes.

“Now, I will teach you that lesson so that you should remember it. And although this room is sound proofed, and we are alone in this house, you need to keep quiet.”

You just stared at him, mind going almost completely blank.

He tapped you on your jaw lightly.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky smiled at that, but then the sunshine went away. His smile dropped.

“And you don’t cum until I tell you to.”

Holy fuck.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Bucky’s eyes shuttered at your hoarse tone, but he stayed strong. His hands went for his zipper and you wiggled, your wetness seeping down your naked thighs. He smacked you in the face with his cock and you suppressed a giggle.

“Stay still.”

You looked up at him, eyes twinkling now.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Now be a good girl and open your mouth. Let me see that throat.”

You do as you’re told, opening wide and saying, ‘ahhhhh.’

Bucky stroked himself right there in front of you as you drooled for him.

“That’s a sweet little slut. Suck me just a little bit, baby. That mouth last week was heaven.”

He rubbed the tip of his flared head along your lips and then groaned as those lips closed around him. You sucked it like it’s the best lollipop you’d ever had. 

“Fuck!”

His voice was deeper now, and it made you even wetter.

Your eyes fluttered closed and you hummed around his cock because you were in heaven. There was just this. 

Just now.

You tried to take him deeper, but he didn’t let you, dragging you up gently by your arm. You stood as he sat on the edge of the bed, and then reached for you, gracefully depositing him across his lap due to his strength. Your breasts just happened to end up atop his hard cock as his large hand caressed your ass.

“You deserve a spanking for leaving me, Frumoasa. Three on each side. Count. And that is the only sound I should hear.”

You were disappointed at so few, but you knew he was going easy on you. Yet you didn’t try to push him. Not tonight. 

Bucky spanked you hard, three times on each cheek, and you counted dutifully, your voice growing more ragged with each crack on your ass.

“Goood fucking girl. You took those so well.”

He reached down into your wetness with two as you squirmed on his lap because of his teasing. You wanted him inside you so bad.

“Fuck, you’re soooo wet.”

His voice was full of lust and you felt his cock pulse pre cum onto your nipples. You pussy was clenching and pulsing like crazy.

Bucky smeared your juices up and around your anus, careful not to penetrate, but driving you mad as the rough pad of his fingers played outside. You wantonly tried to push back on him, but he doesn’t let you.

Bucky tsks.

“Remember, you are not in control right now. I am. That is what you need, my Love.”

His words hit you like a mack truck and your orgasm came without warning, crashing over you as your sensitive cunt clenched down around nothing.

“Damn, Frumoasă,” You could hear the smile in his voice. “I barely touched you. But I told you to ask permission. You’ll answer for that later.”

You shivered as Bucky shifted, picking you up and depositing you on your back, spreading your legs and looking at your glistening center. A thin web of his precum connected his cock to your tis, and he took himself in one hand as he smeared his fluid around your nipples. 

You shuddered and bit back a moan. You were so sensitive.

His eyes were glued to your wet center as you watched his hand almost blur on his cock. You arched your back.

He tilted his head as that tongue snaked out against his lips.

“…Are you…?” His eyes slid down your body and back up to your eyes.

“Cum for me again, Frumoasă.”

You did are you were told, arching as he rubbed your nipples and twisted them gently.

“Damn. So responsive. For me. So good.”

He was climbing on the bed, kneeling between your open legs now. Then he was on top of you, kissing you, his tongue twining with yours as his cock rubbed against her cunt. Finally, he plunged inside you. 

“Yesssss,” you hissed. Every thrust made you writhe beneath him. Bucky’s cock was perfect, filling her just right. 

Your eyes sought his. 

“Can I make noise now?”

Bucky covered your mouth in another deep kiss. 

“Yes, Frumoasă. Let me hear you.”

His hands slid down to cup your ass, holding you close as he increased his pace. 

“Tighter,” you whimpered. “Harder.” 

“All for you,” Bucky promised. Your pussy fluttered around him. 

“Don’t let me go,” you pleaded.

 “Never,” Bucky soothed, stroking your thighs. “I’ll never let you go.”

You writhed as he held you down firmly, driving faster. 

“Bucky!” 

You grew more frantic beneath him, and he lengthened his strokes, anchoring your arms to the pillow. His cock throbbed inside you, causing you to cry out. He leaned down and blew on your nipples and you keened, then he captured your lips, and you kissed him back like you were starving. 

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “You deserve everything I give you. I’m going to tell you again and again how good you are.” 

You squirmed, thrashing beneath him, and his grip tightened on your wrists. 

“You’re my favorite girl. You’re beautiful and perfect. You’re so good that I’m going to give you all my cum.” 

“Say it again,” you begged. 

“My good, good girl,” he whispered

“I’m going to come inside you, because that’s where I belong. We’re going to make lots of beautiful babies, Frumoasă. Now cum around my cock.” 

You let out a wail. Your mind went blank as Bucky thrust deep inside you, pouring all his cum into you.  

All you could see and feel was him. 

Finally, he pulled out, looking utterly dazed, and kissed you on the forehead. 

“I fucking love you, Bucky.”

His arms came up around you.

“I love you too. I love everything about you. You’re going to make a wonderful mother.” You were sated, excited and calm now.

“We should tell Peach and Steve.” 

“Later,” you said at the same time, and burst out laughing. 

“But let’s not wait too long,” you said. 

“Tomorrow,” Bucky murmured. 

“After I make you breakfast?”

He kissed you on the nose.

“Yes, that’s perfect. Daddy.”

You climbed on top of him, resting your head on his chest. He stroked your back as you felt his cock perk up again.

“Daddy…”

You sat up on him, rolling your hips. Bucky looked at you, his eyes on your swaying, and yes bigger breasts.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…”

You moved to get off of him.

“You’re right, you can’t have a heart attack now, we’ve got a child to think of.”

Bucky grabbed you and hauled your leg so that you were straddling him again. His grin wide.

“Get that ass back here…”

It was almost Christmas morning, and you had every gift you wanted, right there in that bed.

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(Pairing- Jack Hughes x Sister!Reader, Quinn Hughes x Sister!Reader, Luke Hughes x Sister!Reader)

I had been feeling off for a few weeks—nauseous, exhausted, just not myself. At first, I thought maybe I was just stressed with school, but deep down, I knew something was wrong. My period was late, too late to ignore. So, with shaky hands, I snuck into the bathroom, pregnancy test hidden in my hoodie pocket.

The longest three minutes of my life passed in silence, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Then, I saw it.

Positive. 

"fuck" was all I could say. My vision blurred with tears. No. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t real. But it was. And I knew exactly who the father was—my on-again, off-again boyfriend. We had been reckless, thinking we had all the time in the world to be young and stupid. But now? Now my entire world had changed with two little pink lines.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I needed my mom.

With my legs barely holding me up, I made my way downstairs, my mind spinning a mile a minute. My mom was sitting at the kitchen counter, sipping on her coffee, scrolling through her phone. She looked up when she heard me sniffle.

“Y/N? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” she asked, concern immediately washing over her face.

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I choked out, “Mom…I’m pregnant.”

she looked at me. “Oh, Y/N…”

I let out a sob, and suddenly, her arms were around me, holding me close. “I’m scared,” I whispered into her shoulder.

She exhaled softly, running a hand down my back. “I know, baby. But we’re going to figure this out, okay? You’re not alone.”

I sniffled, nodding. But telling Mom was the easy part. Now, I had to tell Dad.

He didn’t take it well.

His face hardened, his jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. “You’re seventeen, Y/N! You’re just a kid—how could you let this happen?”

I wiped my eyes. “I didn’t plan this, Dad,” I whispered.

He let out a sharp breath, rubbing his hands down his face. “I just… I don’t know what to say right now.” His disappointment was clear, but he didn’t yell. That almost made it worse. 

For the next week, my life was a blur of doctor’s appointments and overwhelming emotions. I avoided my brothers’ games, which only raised suspicion. I never missed their games—ever. So when Quinn showed up at the house, concern written all over his face, I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer.

“You sick or something?” he asked, sitting beside me on the couch.

I hesitated, but the weight of the secret was crushing me. Tears welled in my eyes as I nodded. “I’m pregnant, Quinn.”

His entire body stiffened, his face unreadable. “You’re serious?”

I nodded again, choking on a sob.

To my surprise, he didn’t yell. He didn’t lecture me. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “It’s okay. We’re gonna figure this out.”

His quiet reassurance gave me the courage to call Jack and Luke. Quinn sat beside me, his arm wrapped protectively around my shoulders as the phone rang.

Jack picked up first. “Are you fucking kidding me, Y/N? What the hell were you thinking? This is gonna ruin everything—for me, for Luke, for Quinn—”

“Jack, stop,” Quinn cut in, his voice sharp.

But Jack didn’t stop. He called me reckless, irresponsible—every name under the sun. My heart shattered with every word. 

Luke, on the other hand, was quiet. When he finally spoke, his voice was firm. “I don’t care what Jack says. I’m going to be the best uncle ever.”

Tears streamed down my face as Quinn squeezed my hand. Maybe things were falling apart—but at least I wasn’t alone.

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Hello! :3 Can I please request mutual pining with Joon and the prompt "Dont look at them, look at me" something very fluffy maybe at a museum? Thank you!! 💜💜 have a great day!

Hi, I hope you like this!

<Six Annoying Cupids>

Namjoon x Reader

Warnings: None really, a couple swear words

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The cold winter air was a little more brutal than it had been lately. Thankfully you were only a few steps away from the Art Museum so you would be able to get out of the wind and snow and warm up a little.

“Y/N, third time this week huh?”, Jimin pondered from behind the customer service counter. He handed you your ticket and your receipt, “Have fun. Namjoon is in the nature wing today.”, he mischievously smirked making you walk away with a blush forming on your cheeks.

Sure you really don’t care THAT much about art. It was nice and you liked looking and learning from time to time. Like six months ago when you came here with your cousin for the first time. You learned a lot, saw a lot, but you also met someone. His name was Namjoon. He worked as a curator and would often be in one of the different sections of the museum offering up his expertise on the various pieces. He was tall and muscular and had beautiful dimples that made your stomach feel full of butterflies every time he smiled. Ever since then you might have been coming to the art museum once or twice or maybe six times a week. You had a bit of a crush on him, but you were way too afraid to tell him because you were certain it would end up in a rejection.

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“Heard that chick is here to see you again.”, Yoongi said smacking Namjoon on the back while Jungkook snickered, “She’s definitely got a thing for you.” Namjoon’s cheeks reddened at the thought. He thought you were really cute and loved talking to you about art or even just things like the weather or the crazy manager at your job. He started noticing the days he spent with you he left work a little happier, a little less stressed, and more optimistic about the next day. He has wanted to ask you out on an actual date for a while, but had never quite worked up the courage too afraid to scare you off and stop you from coming to the museum any more. “I mean if you’re not gonna ask her out I certainly wouldn’t mind taking her off your hands.”, Jungkook said. Namjoon glared at him, “I regret the day I got both of you jobs here. You guys don’t even have any experience as security guards.” They laughed along before walking off to finish up the rest of their hourly walk through.

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“Are you finally going to confess to Namjoon?”, someone spoke next to you causing you to jump slightly. “What? No.”, you scoffed and relaxed once you realized it was just Taheyung, one of the other curators and a good friend of Namjoon’s. You walked over to look at the next exhibit and he trailed behind you, “I don’t know why you won’t just tell him that you like him.”

“Because I don’t like him like that. I like talking about art and things with him. That’s all.”, you spat feeling a little done with the situation.

“Riiiggghhttt.”, he laughed, “You could talk about art with me. I’ve worked here longer than him, but you never do. You never bring me coffee or snacks or dinner or tell me to make sure I button up on my way home because it’s cold outside.

Here Joonie! I brought you a coffee. It’s a dark roast!

The cafe had a new hazelnut filled croissant. I got you one to try too!

I hope you’re hungry Namjoon! I made dinner and just thought I drop off the extra for you!

Namjoonie can you please explain to me the history behind this painting even though Taehyung is the one who curated it and has offered to explain it to me over two hundred times, but I always turn him down!”, he mocked you with a high pitched voice and exaggeratedly fluttering eyelashes. You could feel your cheeks heat up, either from anger or embarrassment you weren’t really sure, but you sent him a side eye before walking away into the next exhibit.

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Namjoon was supposed to be explaining the history behind this painting of a snow capped mountain, but all he could focus on was the entry way behind the couple standing in front of him. He wondered if you really were here today or were his friends just messing with him. You were always dropping off little snacks or drinks or even dinner and he wanted to reciprocate the favor. And you always made sure to tell him to stay warm or get home okay.

One time he tried to tell you to get home safely, but got too nervous and stumbled over his words telling you to get a safe home instead which led to him forcing Yoongi to come up with a bullshit story about home security and thankfully Yoongi was a great bullshitter so you didn’t seem too confused by it. However, he was so embarrassed he sat in his office for the rest of the day.

“I saw your woman talking to Taehyung a few exhibits over.”, Jin said while sweeping up a gum wrapper on the floor. Namjoon tried to hide the little perk up in his spirit at the mention of you. “First off she’s not my woman. She is her own person. Secondly she can talk to whoever she wants.”, he declared. “Well she’s also not yours because you refuse to tell her how you feel. We see the way you stand a little straighter and have a little smile when you know she’s here. You bought a whole new wardrobe instead of the same gray cardigan you’ve been wearing for the last three years. You wear cologne, the expensive kind. And we constantly notice you scanning the room looking for something…or someone.”, Hoseok walked over with his broom to add to the conversation. Jin snapped his fingers, “Yeah and I heard from Taehyung that lately you’ve been really focusing on getting art with flowers because SOMEONE happens to really like flowers.” “Yeah maybe I’ll buy that SOMEONE flowers myself.”, Hoseok snorted earning quite the belly laugh from Jin also.

Namjoon could feel his irritation growing, “I happen to really like flowers. Lots of people like flowers. They’re pretty. They symbolize lots of things. Flowers are just great okay. So what?! I want to add more floral pieces to the museum. Sue me!”

Jin and Hoseok stared with wide eyes never having seen Namjoon so worked up.

“Do you think Y/N likes roses or daisies better so I know what to get her when I ask her out on a date?”, Jungkook asked coming out of nowhere scaring everyone.

“Jungkook go pretend to secure something or something.”, Namjoon ordered, “And this building has three floors and is over 100,000 square feet…why are both of you sweeping the same little corner?”, he questioned to Jin and Hoseok who quickly scattered in opposite directions while Namjoon pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

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An announcement came over the speaker reminding people that the museum would be closing in one hour so you moved through the next few exhibits fairly quickly hoping to find Namjoon.

When you finally did he was talking to an elder gentleman and pointing at a sculpture of pandas while explaining the history behind it in great detail. You loved how passionate he was about his work.

Patiently you waited for him to finish before walking a little bit closer hoping to get his attention. Of course he noticed you almost immediately greeting you with a smile, “Did you enjoy your time here at the museum?”

“Yeah of course. I always do. I’d really like to know more about this painting over here.” Happily he walked over with you and began explaining the history behind the piece.

Slowly the two of you made your way through the last remaining bit of the museum ending up by the cafe/gift shop. Namjoon checked his watch before leading you over to the small coffee bar, “I know it’s nothing fancy or anything, but can I buy you a coffee?” You nodded, “Yeah that sounds nice.”

With your drinks in hand you took a seat at one of the empty tables, thankfully the lounging area was empty since it was getting really close to closing time.

But it didn’t take long for you to hear some whispers and snickering coming from somewhere near you. When you looked around you spotted six men fighting for dominance to be able to see better around the door frame. You also very clearly heard Taehyung grumble something about Jimin standing on his designer boot and Jin demanding to know who pulled his hair.

“I think we’re being watched.”, you chuckled. “Yeah don’t get your friends jobs at the same place you work. It sounds like a great idea, but it’s really not.”, he sighed. Then he nervously fidgeted with earlobe, “So uh Y/N I was wondering…”

Your heart was already beating quite fast anxious to hear what he had to say, but then you heard a loud thud followed by a resounding shhhh which scared you half to death. Both you and Namjoon looked over to see Jungkook quickly scrambling up off of the floor before shoving Hoseok and hissing something about pushing him over too far. Realizing they were caught, Jin and Hoseok walked in and pretended to wipe down the already clean tables and sweep at nothing on the floor. Yoongi and Jungkook walked around the room with brightly lit flashlights which were useless since all of the lights were still on. “Security check, got a complaint about someone suspicious.”, Yoongi nodded at you before they returned back to looking around the room with their lights. “We just need a little pick-me-up! It’s been a long day.”, Jimin and Taehyung pointed at the little cafe before quickly walking over to the very clearly irritated barista since it was three minutes til close.

Namjoon cleared his throat, “Um Y/N as I was saying…”

You couldn’t help, but look at the six nosy men all scattered around the room being painstakingly obvious no matter smooth they thought they were.

“Y/N.”, Namjoon whispered, “Don’t look at them, look at me. Please. Because I’m running out of the courage to ask you this.”

You nodded letting him know he had your full attention. He grabbed your hand, “I like you Y/N. I like you a lot and I would like to take you out on an actual date to a nice restaurant or something. That is…if you would like to go out with me of course.”, he added at the end with his cheeks bright red.

“Yes of course, I’d like that!”, you exclaimed almost a little too enthusiastically unable to hide your excitement.

The room filled with cheers and claps making you and Namjoon both giggle and shake your heads at them. “I think they’ve been trying to get us together all night.”, you chuckled. “Yeah.”, he huffed, “Like six annoying cupids.”

[kittenscookie]

Ooh I'm a bit new to the Modern Epic PJO AU, how does Luke, Camp Jupiter, and Jason start out? Does Luke just meet Jason, realize the marks on his arm is branding and not a tattoo, and just finds Camp Jupiter out of sheer rage alone?

Okay, I apologize because this is gonna be long.

Because of the whole "died while by possessed by an evil time titan" thing Luke was out cold for about a week after getting back to camp. During that week Annabeth demanded that Jason hide his spqr as best he could and not say shit about Camp Juniper. Because both she and Percy knew that when Luke found out about that shit he was going to be enraged. Annabeth was trying to figure out how to break it to him in a way that wouldn't lead to the second most diabolical crash out she'd ever bore witness to, Thaila's being the first. She was going to tell him—she was—but...

Her brother was back—her big brother had been dead for months and now he was back and she just...Logically she knew the sooner he learned about it the less likely he was to go ape shit, but emotionally? Emotionally she didn't want to upset him, emotionally she wanted to make up for the time they'd lost due to him being fucking dead, wanted to make his recovery as smooth as possible—didn't want to put any more stress on his mental state. This was a situation where her emotions were beating out her logic, specifically because he'd been dead, they'd spread his damn ashes.

In the end she'd put it off too long, because there was no way Luke and Jason weren't getting close.

Luke was the general, war veteran, oldest demigod of his generation, survived a quest given by his father, hero of fucking prophecy. There was no way Jason wouldn't look up to him—respect him as a senior. But above that he'd been Thalia's best friend for years, her closet confidant. Luke was one of the last ties to his sister (oh shit there'd be some complicated feelings there 😬) and Jason was Luke's last tie to his old friend. So them getting close was a given, Luke is basically Jason's dad in this au.

It was pure coincidence that Luke's eyes lingered on the mark—that he noticed that it wasn't ink staining his skin. He'd had Jason's arm in death grip before the teen could even blink. Jason is strong yes—but he's still a teenager, Luke is a grown ass man. He couldn't have gotten his arm out of his hand if he tried.

"Jason"

"Yes?"

"This is branding"

"..."

Someone branded him—someone branded his kid like fucking cattle.

"What do these lines mean?"

"It's my years of service—"

"Years of service? You're fucking sixteen, who did this to you?"

And Jason wouldn't know how to react to this because he'd have never seen Luke that angry before. That enraged over something so normal to him.

"Jason Grace...Who did this to you?"

Soldier mode is activated because Luke isn't speaking in that calm laid back tone he has with teenage campers, not the kind soft one he reserves for children and family(Jason is family now), his voice is cold pragmatic—he is giving him an order. It doesn't take long for Jason to start talking. Luke is at Camp Juniper by the next day, and had he not been a decent man he'd be there for a slaughter but all he wants is to see the gods forsaken place burn.

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BUUUNNNN i'm so glad you liked it 🥹

i was lowk stressing out bc i was having a hard time trying to segway into the smut and it wasn't until i had spent like an hour trying to come up with something that i decided to just make this fic soft and fluffy while a separate one will have all the gross filthy disgusting smut i promised you earlier 🤭

with all the new tv spots and teasers we've been getting for dd:ba (which is now only TWO WEEKS from release omg), i'm not gonna lie... the horny creative juices are flowing! i have a paper to write this week unfortunately so i probably won't get a new fic out until next weekish

but i just want you to know that (like this fic, since i'm apparently psychic) it WILL be written with you in mind 😉 prepare for some rich, dark(ish) mm who just LOVES to make his good girl's brain melt with pleasure... lmk if you want me to add anything else !!

always yours

a little valentine's day blurb that was originally supposed to be filthy disgusting gross sloppy smut for @bunmurdock in honor of the new snippets of dd:ba that we've seen. the actual sex got lost somewhere along the way and it turned into over 2k words of healthy communication between a loving couple! don't know how that happened but i hope you enjoy anyway :)

content warning: mention of an age gap (nonspecific but i imagined it to be around 8-10 years; both characters are consenting adults, approx. late 20s and mid/late-30s, respectively) & brief mention of sex but no detailed descriptions of anything; other than that, it's mostly fluff with a dash of angst

[word count: 2,262]

Valentine’s Day had never been anything special. Apart from the red and pink decorations and the obnoxious public displays of affection between couples, February 14th was just another day. You still had class. You still had work. You still went home to an empty apartment, with only your store-bought chocolate covered strawberries to keep you company. Sometimes you watched a romcom or hung out with your friends. Or both. But the bottom line was that you had never had a significant other to share the day with, to exchange little gifts and have a romantic dinner with. You’ve always been flying solo. 

Until now. 

Your relationship with Matt wasn’t new, per se, but being in a relationship was new to you. He was your first boyfriend, and you found yourself floundering a bit during your first few months together. It’s not like the age gap made anything easier. He was quite a bit older than you, which you had been worried would make it difficult to find common ground with him. The two of you had hit it off when you’d first met, but what if the lack of common interests became a burden? How long would it take for Matt to figure out that you were too young for him? Too inexperienced? Too juvenile? Too immature?

But thankfully, Matt seemed to share your love of jazz music and had quickly wooed you with his impressive vinyl collection. He seemed all too content to go with the flow of your moods, whether you preferred to curl up against him to read one of your books, content to bask in each other’s company in silence, or talk endlessly about everything and nothing, never getting tired of hearing each other’s voice. Everything between the two of you just seemed so… seamless. It was almost too good to be true, which is why you had taken it upon yourself to make this Valentine’s Day memorable, to make the most of the fact that you actually had someone to celebrate with this year. 

Unfortunately, while you were floundering for ideas, Matt beat you to it. 

“I have something for you,” he’d called to you one morning as you’d lounged in bed, sleepy and dazed from the slow morning fuck you’d enjoyed just a half hour earlier. 

At his words, you’d perked up, your head rising off the silk-covered pillow like a dog who’s name had just been called. “What?” you’d murmured, your mind instantly jumping to the gourmet Belgian chocolates you’d ordered for him, still traveling through customs and at least another week away from getting delivered, despite the pretty penny you’d paid to get it expedited. “No, it’s too early. Valentine’s is still—”

But Matt shushes you easily, waltzing back into the room with his hands held conspicuously behind his back. “Relax, sweetheart,” he says, flashing you that charming smile that immediately puts you at ease. “It’s nothing big, just a little something to tide you over until then. A token of my affection, if you will.”

“No fair,” you pout, propping yourself up on one elbow as he nears your little cocoon of silk. “Valentine’s isn’t an advent calendar holiday. You’re cheating.”

Matt chuckles at your childish retort, his broad form towering over you until he crouches down to your level, his dress shirt hugging the muscles of his shoulders and biceps deliciously, defining them in a way that his bulky armor normally didn’t allow. You allowed yourself a moment to stare before his voice tore you away from your appreciative ogling. 

“What, I’m not allowed to spoil my girl?” he asks, sounding both incredulous and smug as he presents you with a box, velvet and long and rectangular and achingly similar to the kind that usually housed jewelry. 

As soon as your eyes land on it, a gasp escaped you, your body instantly straightening up and tossing the sheets off you in your haste to crawl closer. He meets you halfway, the mattress dipping with his weight as he sits on the edge, still holding the box out to you. 

You reach out, but your hands are slow and hesitant, your heart hammering in your chest as your mind races. You feel like a child on Christmas morning, seeing the present meant for you and unable to stop yourself from wondering what could be in it, though the plushies and toys and dolls of your childhood couldn’t compare to whatever was in this velvet box. 

“It’s not going to bite you,” Matt teased gently, his voice warm as he reached out to take one of your hands in his, brushing his lips against it before bringing it down to the box. The velvet feels impossibly luxurious under your fingertips. “Go on. Open it.”

Spurred by his encouragement, you take the box, handling it as though it was the nuclear football. You hesitate again, and it takes Matt pressing a kiss to your forehead for you to gingerly pry it open, the tight hinges creaking ever so softly as the jewelry within is revealed to its recipient. 

Inside is a stunning necklace, simple yet timeless. The chain is thin and dainty, made of shining gold that effortlessly catches the morning sunlight. It supports a single gemstone with so many facets that it glitters no matter the angle, sending tiny little rainbows bouncing around the walls and ceiling as you peer down at it in awe. 

“It’s— oh, Matty…” Tears spring into your eyes as you stare in awe at your new necklace, your vision blurring with tears and little refractions of light. “It- it matches you…”

And it does. The gemstone isn’t the dark red of his glasses or of his armor, the color of the blood he spilled in the streets, the blood he shed for his city. It doesn’t remind you of the suit that protected him, or of the bruises that colored his skin when it didn’t. It isn’t dark or violent, because it wasn’t the Devil giving it to you.

The topaz stone is a deep, vibrant bronze, the sunlight shining through it and making it turn the color of whiskey, of the top-shelf, exorbitantly expensive Macallan bottle he keeps in the cabinet. It’s the same color as his hazel eyes, missing the flecks of green and blue but somehow capturing the splashes of gold, the color you can only see in the early mornings when he hadn’t yet hid his eyes behind his red lenses. 

The gemstone reminds you of no one but Matt, of the raw, vulnerable parts of him that he didn’t allow anyone but you to see. It was as though he’d severed a piece of his soul and given it to you, trusting you to carry it for him, to keep it safe. 

To keep him safe. 

“I hope it’s not too much,” Matt says, his words light yet hesitant. The suave confidence from earlier was gone, replaced by something mellow, more genuine. His face is angled down, but you can see his fingers fidgeting with the lace hem of your nightgown, his nerves on display even if his expression wasn’t. “I know we haven’t been together long. I just wanted to- I want you to know that you, you mean a lot to me. Everything that you do, everything that you are… It’s more than what I deserve.”

You’re sniffling and shaking your head before Matt’s even finished, a soft whine of protest escaping you before he shushes you again, his hand coming up to smooth over your hair. 

“No, no, just let me finish. I need you to know.” 

He’s facing you now, your foreheads pressed together as the hazel eyes you so adore dart around your mouth and chin as he scrambles to get his thoughts organized. His mouth moves soundlessly, the motion familiar from the many times you’d seen him plan and rehearse his opening statements and arguments for court dates. Matt was running through the words he wanted to say, wanting to express himself as clearly and succinctly as possible. 

In lieu of speaking, you set aside the necklace box and reach out, drawing his hand away from your nightgown and into your lap instead, your thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the scarred, split, bruised knuckles, offering him wordless comfort. A moment later, he releases a breath, some of the tension draining from his shoulders as he huffs out a laugh, his face splitting into a bright smile. 

“See?” he says disbelievingly, squeezing your fingers and grinning even though you haven’t done anything. “Just like that, you just… you get me. It’s like you’re in my head.” He pauses, then chuckles to himself. “Sometimes I swear you are.”

You giggle, resisting the urge to make a joke about your nonexistent telepathic abilities, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, you just wipe your tears before they can fall, waiting patiently for Matt to continue. 

“You’re… like nothing I’ve ever encountered before. When I started going out at night…” He trails off for a moment, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. “I- I made a promise to myself. A vow. I swore that I wouldn’t let myself get distracted f-from the mission. This- my city and the people in it were always my priority. Everything I did, every bone I broke, every hit I took… it was all for the Kitchen. And I couldn’t let something as trivial as attachment or love weaken me, because the city needed me more than whoever was unfortunate enough to be the object of my affections.”

Matt huffs out a sardonic laugh that has no humor, his head shaking as though to rid himself of a pesky fly. 

“I broke that promise many times, and every fucking time, someone took advantage and- and people got hurt. And that was on me. No amount of praying or confessing could absolve me of the sins I’d committed, of the deaths my weakness had caused. Innocent people, gone in the blink of an eye. All because I’d gotten distracted.” 

The last word is spit out as though it was a curse, Matt’s top lip curled in a snarl as his shoulders tense. It’s as though he’s repeating words he’s heard someone else say, the self-deprecation too vitriolic to be innate. No, this hatred had been taught. 

A small little spark of anger ignites in your chest, with nowhere to go. You remembered what scant details Matt had shared of his first teacher, the man who’d taught him to harness his out-of-control senses. Matt had never had the strength to name the old man, but you knew that he’d trained Matt in martial arts with the intention of using him as a tool, of setting a blind child on his enemies like a dog. 

You also knew he was dead, which was unfortunate because despite your generally easy-going disposition, you wanted to make that man suffer for what he’d done to Matt. The fact that he’d managed to do more damage than the Catholicism was a wicked feat that you desperately wanted retribution for. 

But that vile man—whatever his name was—couldn’t bother Matt, couldn’t whisper his poisonous words of weakness and inadequacy into Matt’s ear. He was dead, and Matt was still here—with you. 

“But you’re… you’re different,” Matt says in awe, sounding almost puzzled. “With you, I don’t get tunnel vision. I don’t lose sight of what’s important. Don’t get me wrong, you’re always on my mind, never more than a thought away, but instead of dulling my senses, you sharpen them. You…”

Matt sighs, his eyes flicking up a bit and your heart skips as his gaze seemingly meets yours, his hazel eyes filled with so much love and adoration that it almost borders on reverence, the sight of it taking your breath away. 

“You make me better,” Matt continues, his voice thick with emotion. “A better Catholic, a better lawyer, a better friend, a better person. You make me want to be better.”

Your vision is starting to get blurry again, your lower lip wobbling as you listen, his words getting heartbreakingly close to the love confession the two of you had been stubbornly dancing around for months. 

“Matt…” you sob softly, desperately trying to blink away the tears so you don’t lose sight of his eyes, of the warm hazel dotted with gold that you couldn’t wait to carry over your heart every day from now on. They burn hot tracks on your cheeks anyway, Matt’s thumbs brushing away the wetness a second later. 

Contrary to the sniveling mess you’ve dissolved into, Matt’s expression is peaceful and content, his sightless eyes somehow seeing right through you, holding nothing but warm love and soft devotion that you hardly felt worthy of. 

“I think I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, brushing his nose affectionately against yours. “And for the first time, I… I’m not afraid.”

You swear your heart bursts in your chest, your body moving on its own, throwing your arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. A strangled, broken sound leaves Matt as soon as your lips meet, his arms automatically wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush against him, not an inch of space between you. The kiss is fervent and desperate, but unhurried. You have all the time in the world with each other, because despite your fears about Matt’s vigilantism and insurmountable sense of duty, you’re at peace. There are many people that Matt would die for, but you? 

He would live for you. 

tagging people that i think would enjoy reading :)

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[nightlyvisitor]

*exhausted noises in the bg*

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[titsoutfortntduo]

crawling forward and ratting my little tin can. would anyone be interested in 10-15 dollar colored sketch commissions? I non urgently need some money for food (I have enough for the rest of the month I would just like to eat smth other than soup and mac n cheese orz) but Im also busy as FUCK and cannot do fully rendered art atm. so if anyone has extra money or is looking for art pls hmu !! Im also happy to negotiate prices if 10-15 dollars is too much

examples of what id do ^^ pls dm if interesteddd

[spookythesillyfella]

if i ever say that i dont like digitaltime . thatz not me – a skinwalker haz violently murdered me and stolen my identity – immediately seek shelter

[shadyhouse]

hey im sorry to do this but im doing really badly financially again. im getting paid tomorrow so i'll be out of the negatives but its going to take pretty much my entire paycheck, i'll have less than $10 after my direct deposit hits 😭

please only help out if youre able to, anything at all helps 🙏 💕

vnm: tobias_leviathan

paypal.me/bewearrr

[roseworth]

what a fucking week (it’s 2 pm on a monday)

[wikitpowers]

FINALLY A FUCKING UPDATE!!!

apparently the books will be leaving the warehouse in about a week,,, that means i’ll get mine in like a month probably what’s the fucking bet

[tiredsurvivoronmain]

Guys my tumblr is being weird, I recently did a system restore on my PC and I noticed the Home and Customize icons in the top right are gone...and when I go to someone's blog the like, reblog and follow icons that are usually seen in the top right aren't showing, how do I get them back? ;; Can't even edit a post through my blog (in this format) either...

It's not just for this blog but for all my blogs there's no icons in the top right

Please tell me someone here can help

[mokeonn]

Does anyone know how to beat the "stress loop?"

That situation where you have a lot of time sensitive things to do, but you're too stressed out to function and do those things, which in turn causes more stress because you're ignoring these time sensitive tasks you GOTTA do.

[shirogane-oushirou]

hi hi hi :3c i'm aaaaaaalmost caught up on my dash after a couple of weeks of spotty appearances and a couple of weeks of being Straight Up Offline, and then i'll catch up on peoples' art and fics!! i miss being on here!! hi hi hi hi hi!!!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

(also i have been Pondering over a ren sentient a.i desktop buddy AU while i've been gone bc. i'm a sucker for that shit. dunno if it'll go anywhere but for now i'm playing touys and it's fun hehehe if you see a new tag at some point then that means i'm keeping him sjndfkn)

[snzluv3r]

welp, my hours got cut in half and we’re gonna see how i do with part time hours for a month. i know it’s what’s best for my physical health but i genuinely can’t afford my rent now and i don’t know what im going to do but it’s better than getting fired completely i guess