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smoothielenny · 1 year

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Bearly see any Norm or Max and seeing artists reader got me thinking of this

Unlike Spider in some ways Reader respect the people of the tribe and not try to be liked them but try to understand them ( like Steve Erwin on how he respects the animals and people) and they went to a solo adventure to draw more plants that haven't even documented in her art book and one day she came back kinda late and they holding something and it's few jars of bry dyes, and when asked where they got it she just said " I meet a small group of Na'vi in my adventure and they seem to liked drawing so we trade one of my art book with these "

Turns out they meet different type of Na'vi who wears a type of skull mask due to the high altitude they travel with their large flight companions ( bigger then the banshees ) that been traveling, and they seem to be very friendly as they view reader as a just a child despite being a sky demon, apparently these Na'vis are very allusive and private individuals but willing to learn of things that Pandora have to offer with a open mind

Dora, Dora, Dora, The Explorer

I couldn’t think of better title lol.

“Norm! Where is (y/n)!?” Max yelled. Max and Norm is like your parents, they deeply care for you. Max is mostly the worried one while Norm is more focused f that chill dad. Norm scratched his head responding with ‘I don’t know’ Max just sighed and face palmed himself.

“I’m sure she’s around, you know how she is, always on adventures.” Norm calmed Max, but he wasn’t having it. What if you accidentally went to the enemy’s territory? And got kidnapped by them? What if this time you got lost? These ‘what ifs’ is messing with Max mind and it’s making him crazy.

While you ‘dad’ is having a panic attack, you were walking around the jungle, actually opposite where the enemies territory are, so basically you are safe. While walking you saw through wood some Na’vi, you thought it would be some Omatikaya who is in hunting, but no, they look different. The clothing seems a bit similar, but they were wearing a mask. A mask that looks like a skeleton (luckily not a human skeleton). You walk further to them make a crisp noise from stepping at a dried leaves. They all look at you way, they took their arrow and bow and on their defensive mode. You gasped and put your hands up causing to drop your sketch book and pencil. Your breathing started to go faster. Nervousness is crawling up to you head.

“I…I’m not a threat I swear.” You said in Na’vi. They were shocked that a human knows their language though they didn’t back down yet.

“I’m a friend, not an enemy.” You said slowly. They all look at each other and finally lowered their weapons. You sigh in relief from this, but now feel intimidated, you don’t know what to do after, but you just asked, “are you part of Omatikaya?” They said no and answered with ‘We are not, We are mountain people.’ You nodded. They were about to leave, but you said something along the lines with, “Will you let me follow you? I want to know more about you.”

You are now in the air riding with one of them on a big ikran, well at least like an ikran, it is bigger that an actual ikran. They all landed on the top of a mountain. It is different from the Hellelujah mountain, it has its own type of plants and habitats. You were intrigued by it and starts drawing it. One of them got curious and gets close to know what you are doing. They saw you vastly sketch out a plant, they were impressed. You started asking them about everything you could find and taking notes of it, they happily answered you. Talking to a human who has an interest in their clan and place makes them happy. They told you about their tradition, their food, animals, and their own spirit tree.

Night has come and Max is extra stress. He still couldn’t find you and Norm is now also worried. You usually go back afternoon and now it’s night. You now probably got lost.

“Norm that’s it, I’m going out—“ his arms is grabbed by Norm, again trying to calm Max.

“Hey, hey. It’s already night, why don’t you relax and I’ll find her with my avatar bo—“ his words interrupted by a bang of a door opening. It was you.

“(y/n)! Where were you!?” Max exclaimed. You have a lot of thing to tell him.

#avatar 2009 #avatar way of water #avatar 2 #atwow #avatar #avatar x reader #avatar fanfiction #avatar headcanons #avatar norm #avatarmax #atwow imagines #atwow x y/n #atwow x reader #atwow fanfiction

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moxleys-darlin · 2 years

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Can Beauty Come Out Of Ashes?

Pairings: Bryan Danielson/Wheeler Yuta, Bryan/Yuta/Regal, implied Shield/BCC/Renee

Summary: Bryan wakes up cold and alone. Sequel to "I'll Show You Disrespect"

Disclaimer: I don't claim anything but the idea; characters (unfortunately) and gifs aren't mine.

CW: temporary death, temporary suicide, self-harm (while sleeping), blood

PLEASE READ THE WHOLE STORY BEFORE YOU LIGHT THE TORCHES... THANK YOU! 😂

(The only gif I could find of that trio 😭🤷🏻‍♀️)

(Gifs aren’t mine)

Bryan wakes up freezing and alone, he hates when nobody is home to sleep with him. Only Yuta and Renee are home but Bryan is still working for his lover’s forgiveness, and Renee sleeps alone unless Mox or the Hounds are home. He sits up and rubs his neck where Mox bit him a few weeks ago, swearing the healed spot hurts more now than when it was caused. The spot feels wet and pulling his hand back, he’s alarmed to see blood covering his hand. He reaches for his discarded shirt, putting pressure on the wound.

He shivers violently when he slides out of bed, wondering why it is so cold. Deciding to check on Yuta and Renee to see if they are as freezing as him, he takes the shirt off his wound and is shocked that it was still bleeding. He makes a detour to the bathroom and covers the spot with gauze and tape.

He leaves his room finally, a sickening feeling in his stomach that refuses to go away the closer he gets to Renee and Yuta's rooms. He checks on Renee first, staying for a moment to watch her sleep peacefully. Closing the door quietly he walks toward Yuta's room with the nauseating feeling getting stronger. It had been months since he had been to Yuta's room, between his obsession and everyone but him sleeping in the big bed. He places his hand on the door, hesitating a moment before opening it and his knees buckle, but he stays upright somehow.

“Yuta? Yuta, no!” He runs to the bed, finally dropping to his knees to clutch at his lover’s head. “No no no baby, where’s the wound? Where’s the fucking wound, Wheeler?!” He scrambles on the bed trying to find where Yuta is bleeding from so much. He feels slickness running across his shoulder and neck, his blood dripping onto Yuta, adding to the gore. Bryan can see Yuta’s mouth moving, trying to speak.

“What? What is it, baby?” He uses the sheets to wipe the blood away but more seems to replace it, he doesn’t understand.

“I-I’m sorry, Bry. I was-wasn’t enough, d-disrespected you.” He mutters, losing strength and getting paler.

Bryan shushes him. “No baby, no. Stop talking like that and tell me where the fucking cut is.” He can hear himself screeching hysterically but he can’t find the wound.

“I lo-love you, Bry.” Yuta’s hands weakly grab at his face, leaving blood across Bryan’s cheekbones. “I-I’m not worried, Da-Danny will take care of y-you. You c-can finally be happy and f-free of me. You wanted him f-first so now he can be yours. But I love you, Drag-.” Yuta’s hands drop lifelessly from his face and he clutches onto his younger lover’s shoulders, shaking him.

“No, Yuta NO! I don’t want him, come back please! I want you! Please baby, no no no! YUTA PLEASE!”

Yuta’s POV

“I am so glad we can do this Yoots.” Renee says, looking up at him from her spot in his lap. “I feel like we never get time to hang out just us. Mox always hogs you and you’re such a comfy pillow.”

He chuckles, running a hand gently through her hair. “I’m glad we could too; Netflix, popcorn, and candy with my favorite Canadian.” He sighs, remembering the man asleep upstairs and Renee sits up.

“I know that sigh, how’s all that going?”

Slowly, which I’m thankful for but damn it, I miss him Renee. He’s been so sweet and attentive ever since the bite healed. We run together, he helps me with submission holds, he cooks meal as with me, and it’s like it used to be.” He sighs again.

“But?” She drawls out.

“How long will it last? It took Mox biting him, Renee. Why did it need to come to such extremes? I want to trust him and his intentions but I’m scared.”

“Well, that’s fa-.” She’s cut by screaming coming from upstairs and Yuta shoots up off the couch.

“YUTA PLEASE!”

“Shit, Bryan!” He doesn’t wait for Renee, just sprints up the stairs to Bryan’s room, throwing the door open.

He sees Bryan throwing his head side to side, screaming for Yuta, and clawing his shoulder where Mox bit him. Yuta climbs into the bed with him, holding the hand to stop him from hurt himself further. He hears Renee enter the room, gasping at the scene.

“Hey, hey Bryan, wake up baby, you’re okay.” He looks back at Renee. “Can you grab the first aid kit from the bathroom and call somebody? Anybody please.” He turns his attention back to Bryan as he starts thrashing and screaming again.

“Yuta please! I’m sorry, Yuta! Come back please!” Tears are streaming down Bryan’s face.

“Bryan! Bryan, wake up! It’s just a nightmare Bryan, come back to us.”

He shakes Bryan, finally getting desperate enough and slapping him hard. Bryan’s eyes shoot open, sitting up and nearly hitting Yuta. He pants harshly, covering his eyes and trying to calm down. Yuta places a hand on Bryan’s arm softly, humming a random tune. He can hear Renee on the phone, telling someone to hurry home and coming back into the room with the medical kit.

“Thank you, Re, I appreciate it.”

“I called Regal, he’s the closest with Jon and Claudio visiting Roman and Seth. I’m gonna give you two some time alone, text me if you need me.” With that, she walks out the door, phone to her ear again, no doubt calling the Shield boys and Claudio.

Bryan is calming down as he unpacks the things he needs to fix the bleeding shoulder. He continues to hum lightly as he gently grabs Bryan’s shoulder.

“Turn to the side for me so I can see your shoulder, you made yourself bleed and it looks like you clawed it pretty deep.” Bryan hisses as the peroxide hits the open wound and Yuta shushes him, humming a different song. “I know I’m sorry, just bear with me, baby.” He blows gently on the spot.

“Is that Ashes by Celine Dion? The song you’re humming?” Bryan mutters.

“Oh, uh yeah. Renee made me listen to it and it’s been stuck in my head.” Yuta continues to treat Bryan’s shoulder, not wanting to say he’s been listening to it on repeat because it reminds him of their situation.

“I guess it fits huh? You and me with our problems?” He curses under his breathe, swearing Bryan could be a mind reader. “Yeah, I figured.” He chuckles darkly.

“Do you want to tell me about the dream?” He asks after the wound is taken care of and he’s sitting with his back on the headboard.

Bryan sighs. “I have no right to ask this, but can we lay down? I-I need to hold you, or you hold me. Please? I swear I won’t cross the line again until you tell me, but I just- I need this. I’ll beg if I have to.” Yuta lays down and pats his chest, opening his arms.

“No need to beg, ever. Come on, come lay down and tell me what happened. You scared me, I’ve never heard you scream like that and I don’t ever want to again.”

Bryan hesitates only for a moment before he gingerly lays down, careful of his bandaged shoulder. He seems to collect himself, burying his nose in Yuta’s neck, like he’s trying to convince himself of… something. Yuta shivers when he feels Bryan’s hot breath on his neck, memories of better times flooding his mind.

“You promise not to be upset?”

“I swear Bry, I won’t be upset.”

He listens as Bryan tells him his dream, crying as he hears “his” last words. He runs his hands through his Dragon’s hair, trying to calm him down as he shakes in his arms. The door opens, revealing their older lover quietly entering the room. He sends a questioning look to Yuta and he waves him over, looking to the other side of Bryan, telling Regal to sandwich Bryan in. He dresses into sleep clothes quickly, molding himself to Bryan’s back, kissing his neck and the back of his head gently.

“Don’t leave us, Wheeler, please. I promise you’re enough. I’m the one who messed up. Just please don’t leave us baby.”

“Oh Bryan-.”

“Promise me that no matter what, you won’t leave us that way.” He pushes himself up, Regal moving to allow it, “Promise me baby, please, even if it’s a lie to appease me.” Yuta grabs his face, pulling him down to kiss him deeply for the first time in months and both men groan.

Yuta breaks away, chuckling as Bryan follows him. “Hey, I swear I’m not going anywhere, okay? I promised Mox and I’m promising you; I’m not giving up on us, ever. Okay Dragon?” He kisses Bryan again, then lets him lay back down, burying his face in Yuta’s neck.

Regal lays himself back against Bryan’s neck, muttering declarations of love and pride softly into his ear until he is breathing deeply, fast asleep against Yuta’s neck. Regal lifts his head to check in with him, and he knows he sees the tears streaming down his face.

“What happened Sunshine?”

“He dreamed that he woke up alone and went to go find me and when he opened my door, I was bleeding out on the bed. He said he tried to stop it, but he couldn’t find the source. I died apologizing to him and telling him that at least Danny would replace me, I died right in front of him.” He sniffles, wiping the tears away, and accepting the hand that Regal offered him. “I had to slap him to wake him up and I bandaged his shoulder where he ripped it open with his nails.” He is interrupted by the buzzing of Regal’s phone.

“It’s Claudio, the others must be worried.” Yuta nods, gently covering Bryan’s exposed ear so he is left undisturbed.

Yuta listens to the phone conversation, throwing in an “I love you” at the end to his other lovers. He continues to lovingly stroke Bryan’s hair and face, pushing his fingers gently into his beard, still as soft as he remembers. He can feel Regal staring down at them before kissing Yuta goodnight and telling him how much he loves him, cuddling into Bryan and drifting to sleep. Yuta stays awake long enough to watch his lovers a moment longer and send a selfie to the group text of the sleeping arrangement. He relaxes, taking in Bryan and Regal’s calming scents, letting himself join his lovers into more pleasant dreams.

Let beauty come out of ashes

Great! Awesome! I don’t feel burned or poked with pitchforks so I’m assuming we all survived the story (including Yuta, yay!)

I hope you all enjoyed!! Thank you for reading! I love you all and hope you still love me 😘

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your-dietician · 2 years

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‘Dancing With the Stars’ Pro Brandon Armstrong and Wife Brylee Ivers’ Relationship Timeline

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‘Dancing With the Stars’ Pro Brandon Armstrong and Wife Brylee Ivers’ Relationship Timeline

Head over heels! Brandon Armstrong and wife Brylee Ivers didn’t waste any time after falling in love.

The Dancing With the Stars pro who has teamed up with Tinashe, Jeannie Mai, Kenya Moore, Jordin Sparks and more since he joined the competition show for season 27, met his spouse online in early 2021.

“I was going on a few dates and they were all lame, They were terrible. I downloaded an app that’s similar to Tinder but for our Church to be funny. I was scrolling through and saw her but I was too embarrassed to message her. So, I DMed her on Instagram instead and she ghosted me,” he recalled in March 2022.

The social media manager told People that she was “trying to be cool” by ignoring him at first. After talking for one month, the duo went on their first date. Weeks before he proposed, Ivers gushed about Armstrong on Valentine’s Day, revealing via Instagram why he’s the “best thing to come” out of her life.

“1. You love unconditionally! Since the first time we met I’ve noticed that you are loving to everyone and everything! Especially your friends and family! I’m privileged to be apart of that love now.❤️,” she wrote. “2. You always think the best of me and others! I admire this about you so much! Always protecting me, your friends and family! 3. The time I spend with you is better than all the time I’ve ever spent without you! Laying around, shopping, driving around or seeing a movie. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you I feel like I’m where I’m suppose to be!❤️”

He put a ring on it in March 2022.

“I made a good decision a while back to ask you on a date … made the BEST decision of my life asking you to be my wife last night! I love you forever bry!❤️” Armstrong wrote via Instagram.

They wed that July in Utah.

“I bawled,” the dancer gushed at the time. “I knew she was obviously gonna choose a dress that was going to be beautiful. And I didn’t have any really defining or super important feelings about what I wanted the dress to look like. I was just happy that it was something that was beautiful and that she felt confident in. Everything was so, so good!”

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heartbreakerkid-trap · 2 years

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Happy birthday beautiful. You’ve grown so much since I’ve been here. I’ve witnessed you change for the better. I’m in love with you and I can’t see myself with someone else. You’re incredibly special and I can’t wait to be with you and show you all the love that you as a queen deserve. I love how you come to me and be talking shit about ppl. I love your personality and your heart. You’ve been one of the best women I’ve been with. I know I’m not always on it but you stick by me. I love you and it’s you and me. You’ve been my light through everything. Everything I’ve went through I was just thinking about staying alive for you, Bry. I was kinda scared to come back at the same time bc I felt like you was gonna be mad. But we’re okay now. You make me feel like everything is okay and even when my health is bad or I’m worried about something, talking to you takes it all away. Like I’m not even sick anymore and I’m on some other planet. I hate when my phone acts up bc I want nothing more than to talk to you. I see my future and everything with you. Marriage, a house, kids, vacations. Taking you out and showing you off to the world. Even to the point where it gets annoying. I want to be able to get you flowers and do romantic surprises. I can’t wait to love on you and kiss you. I feel like once we get together it’ll be me falling in love all over again like she with me now. Ima be telling everybody and then prolly never pick the phone back up. You are my life, my future and my baby. Idc who doesn’t like you, you are perfect for me and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you with me. Happy birthday to the woman that makes me happy and ready to tackle on the world. I love you and I won’t ever stop loving you. Thank you for letting me back into your life and play my role as your boyfriend and husband to be. You’re amazing baby girl. Happy 20th birthday @hbsuncity20

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adaodinson · 3 years

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Wrong place, wrong time

Finally, here’s the second part, it’s a bit short but I think it’s not so terrible. I hope you guys enjoy it. I’m sorry it took a while for me to post it but I wasn’t getting any inspiration. I honestly hope this is good.

Here’s Part 1

Summary: You needed to get in, seal the deal and get out. That would have been easy if a certain group of three men hadn´t been making business with Selby at the same time as you were.

Relationships: (different endings, you’ll choose) Bucky x reader, Sam x reader, Zemo x reader.

Warnings: Mentions of death and past trauma.

Part 2

You rolled and twisted all night. You didn´t get one hour of sleep and Sharon was already hurrying everybody into leaving.

You would go with the guys after visiting the man that had recreated the serum, so you staying in Sharon´s apartment wasn´t an option. You wanted to argue, knowing you would only be a load, but Sam and Bucky guaranteed you would be fine, that they would protect you, so to not cause any more trouble, you agreed.

You walked as a group between the containers until Sharon found the one you were headed to. It was empty, but your love for movies and secret doors forced you to look for an entrance, and just as you were about to give up, you found it. You pushed the wall reveling a hidden door and walked through it. You were too intrigued to look behind you and catch the surprised faces Sam, Bucky and Zemo had.

-And she thought she was gonna be a load- Zemo laughed, and as much as Bucky and Sam wanted to roll their eyes at Zemo, they found themselves nodding and even chuckling in agreement.

You shortly remembered you had no way of defending yourself, so you quickly turned around and Bucky seemed to catch your thought, because he placed his hand on your back, gave you a reassuring nod and sent you to walk behind him, covering you protectively.

It was hard not to admire the metal-armed guy. Just by his actions it was pretty clear he had been through a lot, and that he wanted nothing more than to help. You knew a bit about the Avengers, only what you had seen in the news occasionally, but you didn´t know much about any of your traveling companions, only what they had told you so far.

Zemo and Sam were following closely behind you, and they too couldn´t help but admire the view they found in front of them. Sam, since Selby died, refused to let you get involved in more issues, which is why he didn´t immediately react and helped you when you were escaping, but now that you were practically stuck with them, he couldn´t help but thank Zemo for helping you, not out loud, of course. Zemo, on the other hand, had many mixed feelings. He had felt the need to protect you since he saw you, he almost laughed at how out of place you seemed when in Selby´s office. He couldn´t deny the growing feeling of wanting to know everything about you, but it was hard; he knew his wife would have wanted him to be happy and move on, but he was sure that, giving the circumstances, he had no chance with you.

As you got closer to your target, you heard the guy singing along a song you knew. It was hard to fight the impulse of singing as well, but you weren´t going to compromise the whole mission just to get a few seconds of one of the things you enjoyed doing the most.

Before they called the scientist out, Sam led you to a corner and asked you to stay there, he didn´t want to put you at risk. You silently obeyed.

The following events happened way too fast. Sharon warned the guys that the bounty hunters were outside; the guys got information from the scientist but lost whatever other thing he could say because Zemo shot him as Sharon arrived. You were in shock. You had never seen anyone die before, not like that, and it hurt Zemo deeply. Knowing he had to do that with you there, he hated himself for causing such hurt in you, but it had been necessary. You didn´t want to understand, you didn´t want to think about it, or talk about it. You were sure Zemo had his reasons, you didn´t justify him, at all, but you didn´t want to ask.

An explosion followed the events, and if Sam hadn´t gone back for you, you wouldn´t have heard Bucky calling your name because of the high pulsating sound that you had in your ears as a result from the explosion. Sam threw his arm around your waist and guided you out. The warm feeling of his body helped a little bit, you were more focused and the sounds returned to you.

Bucky and Sam were arguing about god knows what when you saw him. Zemo was wearing a purple mask (that you would have found insanely hot if he hadn´t just shot a guy). He was racing on top of the containers, and in agile and fast movements he knocked three guys and caused an explosion (you didn´t see how) that got rid of the other ones.

It was Bucky´s turn to grab your hand and lead you to a container, where Sam, Sharon, Bucky and you hid until you heard a roar and wheels squealing. You walked outside with a puzzled gaze, and you couldn´t help the laughter that came out from you as you saw Zemo in a beautiful, shining car.

-Fully charged- he said with a huge smirk as he winked at you. You giggled like a schoolgirl and hoped no one had noticed the redness in your cheeks. You headed for the front seat, and from the inside Zemo opened the door for you. Sharon said goodbye and walked away.

-I apologize, it wasn´t my intention for you to see that- Zemo said softly and with a truthfully regretful face. He was talking about him shooting the doctor.

-Look, I won´t say I understand, but again, I know nothing about what´s going on so I´m not gonna judge you. I might be a complete pacifist, but I can understand we all have our reasons to do what we do, and, well, you are consistent in your words and actions-.

Sam and Bucky were fighting about who would take which place, but as they heard the conversation going on between you and the Baron, they both stopped to listen. Zemo looked at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

-What I mean is, you said you believe the serum needs to be destroyed, so ending the person that knew how to recreate it seems like a step for that- Zemo was left speechless. You made it clear you didn´t agree or approve of what he did, but you were still saying you tried to understand, and you recognized you weren´t one to judge him. Each time you opened your mouth, the three were stunned. For a moment, Bucky told himself you would be an ideal person to talk to about everything he had gone through, if you tried to understand Zemo, maybe you would be able to help him to stop seeing himself as a monster, but he quickly scolded himself for having that thought, remembering he knew you from less than two days.

You were now inside Zemo´s jet. To say you were impressed was a complete understatement. You had never seen such luxury, and your three new friends find it insanely cute how you got excited over a fancy glass of champagne, and how much you praised Oeznik for the wine he offered.

Shortly after, you were all at Riga. Bucky excused himself and went for a walk, and Zemo showed the safehouse you would be staying at. It was small, but still managed to be fancier than all the houses you had ever lived in. It was cozy and you had a room of your own, thing that you appreciated. You wouldn´t have been able to keep your composure if having to sleep next to any of the guys.

-Here, I sent Oeznik to buy some clothes for you- Zemo handed you three huge bags filled with what seemed to be comfortable and fashionable clothes.

-Wait, what? Oh you didn´t have to, here I´ll pay you for them and please, where´s Oeznik? I need to thank him as well…-Zemo didn´t let you continue.

-Hey, these are on me, and you can thank Oeznik tomorrow, he´s staying somewhere else, for his safety-. You would have argued and even tried to force Zemo to grab the money you were offering, but something on his eyes said he needed to do this for you, so instead, you hugged him.

His body felt still and hard at first, but he slowly dropped the bags he was carrying and complied. You quickly separated and headed for your room in order to change.

Once you had a fresh set of clothes, Sam and you decided to make something to eat. Pasta pesto was what you decided to make. While the pasta was cooking and after the sauce was done, you couldn´t help put cover your finger in oil and splatter it in Sam´s face. He looked at you in shock and you immediately regretted the action, feeling completely embarrassed, but before you knew, he acted.

-Oh, hell no!- he said as he smashed an egg against your head. You laughed out loud and continued looking for things to throw at him. This escalated to the point in which Zemo, that was siting calmly across the room, ended covered in flour (no, he didn´t participate in the food fight), and when Bucky arrived he could only see two children playing behind the counter.

-Guys- Bucky announced, calling you and Sam´s attention and stopping your giggles.

-The Dora Milaje are after Zemo, I managed to get you some more hours, but they aren´t happy-.

-Thank you for defending me, James- Zemo said with a smirk and Bucky just responded with a gruff.

-Wait, who are those? What will they do to Zemo?- You asked as you cleaned the cinnamon that covered your arm.

-They are Wakandan warriors, implacable ones, and they want to take Zemo back to prison- Your heart sank at the idea of not seeing him again. You looked at him with obvious sadness in your face.

-But you can stop them right? They won´t take him?- Your heartbroken voice shattered all three man, but they weren´t gonna lie to you.

-I can´t do anything, they have the right to imprison him, and nothing I do or say will change that- Bucky finished. Zemo turned to you and gave you a reassuring smile. You read his lips saying I´ll be fine, but you didin´t want to say goodbye, to any of them, why did you have to?

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jungleslang · 3 years

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So I made a post the other day about Elain and Bryaxis becoming besties, and I couldn’t stop myself from writing it. You guys can thank @ladylochan for encouraging me to write this nonsense. I hope you enjoy some Elain and Bryaxis bonding time! Of course, there’s some Elriel at the end because I’m shameless. I regret nothing.

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Elain was knee-deep in the rose bushes when she sensed a shadowy presence creeping up behind her. She didn't even bother turning around, as she already knew exactly who sought out her company.

"Hello, Bry," she cooed.

Bryaxis didn't deign to respond, but she felt shadow and mist twining around her ankles, gentle and cool against her flushed skin. She stepped back from the roses and plopped herself down onto the grass, making sure to tuck her dress neatly underneath her. She surrendered herself to the friendly embrace of the creature of nightmares, allowing the shadows to circle the length of her arms and sift through her hair.

"What kind of story shall I tell you today?" She hummed. "I doubt you should like me to bore you with another monologue about the life cycle of flowering plants."

The shadows nudged her, as if reassuring her that they would never think her boring. Bryaxis was not a creature of many words, preferring to listen rather than speak. Elain understood that, just as she had come to understand the meaning behind their small gestures.

She had come across Bryaxis in the garden one day, and she would be lying if she said she hadn't been frightened out of her wits. But she quickly realized that Bryaxis, this creature of nightmares that made even Cassian shrink as if he were one of her flowers, had simply been lonely. Seeking a companion to speak to them of life. Elain was intimately familiar with that loneliness, that craving for life and light. Just like that, she found herself taking up the position.

Talking to Bryaxis turned out to be the easiest thing in the world. They did not judge her or belittle her or dismiss her. Bryaxis found value in her words, was content to just sit beside her and listen. It felt nice to be valued, to be wanted and appreciated. She had come to value Bryaxis as well, for their thirst for knowledge and stories, and for their quiet support.

Bryaxis had become her friend.

With a start, she realized that she had never even verbalized that thought to her so-called friend before. So she leaned further into the darkness beside her and said, "You know you are a dear friend to me, right?"

She felt the darkness shifting around her, caressing the side of her throat and her cheek. A gesture of affection. She gazed into that darkness, trying to communicate every ounce of her gratitude and fondness through her stare.

Yes, Fawn. You are my friend, too.

She smiled broadly at the creature of pure nightmares lounging beside her like an overgrown cat. "You still haven't told me what kind of story you'd like to hear."

What kind of story would you like to tell?

Elain snorted. "There you go, answering questions with questions. Are you sure you aren't a faerie? Or are you just trying to uphold your air of mystery?"

The darkness coalesced in front of her face and gave her a gentle poke on the forehead. She batted the touch away, understanding that Bryaxis wanted her to choose what story she wanted to tell. But she was afraid the story she chose wouldn't be a happy one. Lately, her mind had been occupied by thoughts of her mother, none of them pleasant. The anniversary of her death was approaching, and now, there were reminders of her everywhere. Especially the section of the garden where the plum blossoms, her mother's favorite flower, were proudly blooming.

She didn't even like to think about her mother, let alone talk about her, but this was Bryaxis. Bryaxis, who she could talk to about anything. Who would simply listen and never judge. Bryaxis, who was her dear friend.

"Would you like to hear about my mother?" The darkness coiled around her even more tightly than before at her hesitant question, as if Bryaxis was comforting her because they could sense what this meant for her. That this wasn't just an offer of a story, but of trust. The face of nightmares settled, the inky darkness going still around her, which Elain knew was an indication that Bryaxis was ready to listen and a prompt to begin her story. "She was dazzling, especially at parties. She was beautiful, too. Just like Feyre and Nesta. I always loved their eyes, the color of the sky before a storm. She was the life of every party, flitting around the room to talk to everyone, charming them before they'd even realized it. If you met her at a ball, you would think she was the most joyous and warm person you'd ever met. But she wasn't...she wasn't like that with us. With me and my sisters. She's dead now. She died of typhus when I was nine."

She felt the weight of shadows on her palm, felt them slipping between her fingers until she curled them around the darkness that was now resting in her hand.

She forced herself to take a deep breath and mumbled, "I was sad, of course, when she died. And I mourned her. But I...I didn't– I never really missed her. I was never attached to her like Nesta was. And sometimes, I don't think she ever really loved me. I heard the things she said about me. I knew what she thought of me. Her beautiful but useless daughter. Elain who had a face as lovely as the sunrise, but had no ambition, nothing in her head except flowers. Elain, who was good for nothing except securing a beneficial marriage with her pretty face." Her voice had taken on a bitter tone towards the end of her speech, and she had to remind herself that there was no need for such bitterness, nowhere for it to go. No one to direct it at.

She had never in her life dared to voice these awful words, even if they were true. Her mother was not always a good one. She had valued Elain only for her gentleness and beauty and resented Feyre for her strangeness. For their mother, Elain was not a daughter but a clay doll, and Feyre...Feyre was not even that because she could not be shaped and molded. Because she refused to be pliable, unlike Elain. Feyre had always been her own person, something Elain greatly admired.

"I always feel guilty when the anniversary of her death approaches because I never really missed her the way a daughter should miss her mother," she admitted softly. "But then again, she never really treated me the way a mother should treat her daughter, either," she shrugged.

It had been a hard lesson for Elain to learn as a young girl, that not every mother loved their children unconditionally. But she did learn it, and now she had no choice but to live with it. She felt the shadows curling tighter around her fingers, gently squeezing her hand.

To her surprise, she suddenly found herself laughing. The hand that was not currently nestled in the soothing embrace of darkness was clutching her stomach as she laughed until tears formed in her eyes. It truly was ridiculous. If anyone had told her a year ago that she would be pouring her heart out to the face of nightmares while they held hands, she would have thought them insane. But here she was. "You know, Bry, I'm not entirely sure how we got here, but I'm glad we did," she said, twirling strands of darkness around her finger.

As am I.

The darkness coalesced once more, but this time, they coiled themselves firmly around her waist. Bryaxis was hugging her. She was contemplating how exactly she could return the gesture when she heard someone land hard in the grass behind her. Just as she was about to turn, she was roughly yanked onto her feet and out of her friend's comforting embrace.

She came face to chest with Azriel, whose fingers were drilling into her upper arms as he demanded, "Elain, are you okay? Did that thing hurt you? What did it want from you?" His voice was as cold and sharp as his blade, and his shadows swarmed menacingly around him, ready to strike. She could see his eyes scanning every inch of her body, checking for injuries. She fought hard to restrain the blush threatening to paint her cheeks.

She shrugged out of his hold and placed a hand on his chest to calm him as she felt Bryaxis brush firmly against her side, a farewell that she returned with a nod, before vanishing into the wind. She tilted her face up to look into Azriel's furious hazel eyes. "Bryaxis is not an it or a thing, but a they. And no, Bry would never hurt me," she gently but firmly reassured him.

"Bry?" His voice was as incredulous as she'd ever heard it, and he was staring at her like she had spontaneously grown two heads. She didn't think she'd ever witnessed such palpable shock on the Shadowsinger’s beautiful face before, and she resolved to engrave the expression into her memory.

She huffed a soft laugh. "Yes, Az. Bryaxis is a friend. I found them in the garden one day. They wanted someone to tell them stories of life. We became quite close," she chirped.

He shook his head at her as if she were an oddity. "Of course you would manage to become friends with a creature of pure darkness and nightmares," he grumbled, his shadows beginning to dissolve.

"Well, I'm friends with you, aren't I?" She joked.

He shot her a mock glare. "Not anymore," he teased, flicking her cheek before seemingly realizing what he had done and snatching his hand back as if she burned him. As if he could not bear to touch her. He directed his stare to the ground, refusing to even look at her.

Her chest tightened, and she stepped back, letting her hand slide away from his chest. She left at least three feet of space between them. They had not spoken since that moment when they had nearly bridged the unbearable space between them that Elain was now constantly aware of. She had been so close to getting a small taste of what she desired, and now, nothing. And she understood, she really did. It was understandable that he did not want her. She could not, would not, blame him. But she assumed she would still have his friendship, and now it seemed he did not think her worthy of even that.

"It would seem that we truly aren't friends anymore. Since you can no longer stand to look me in the eyes," she blurted before her brain could tell her not to.

She could see her words struck home by the way his spine stiffened. "That's not true," he bit out, still refusing to meet her eyes. "It's complicated, Elain." His hand reached up to brush the nape of his neck.

"Then uncomplicate it. You can't avoid me and refuse to speak to me and then expect me to understand what you're thinking. If you don't want anything to do with me anymore, then say it. Just be honest with me. I can handle it," she forced herself to speak firmly, even though she probably couldn't handle it. Even though hearing those words from him would cleave her heart in two, shatter the part of her that he had helped her piece back together. But she had to know what he wanted, or didn't want, from her. The faster he rejected her entirely, the faster she could move on. It wasn't as if she hadn't been cruelly rejected before, anyway.

He clenched his jaw, but he finally lifted his head to meet her eyes, some unreadable emotion swirling in his own. "Of course we're still friends, Elain," he murmured, and something inside her loosened. She opened her mouth, to say what, she didn't know, but his head turned towards the house before she could speak. "I have to go," he said, and there was something strained in his tone.

"Okay. We'll talk later?" She cursed herself for being unable to keep the hope she felt from permeating her voice. He stared at her for a moment before simply nodding. Then he shot into the sky, leaving her to stand alone in the garden, staring after him until he disappeared from her sight completely.

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gaitwae · 3 years

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It’s Fate •||• Loki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 3025

Loki stepped into the shadows of the forest, holding his breath and melting into his armor. He wasn’t sure if it was even worth it to go into the Forest of Ydraggsil. But the cosmos were born there, in the “branches” he had been taught about. Loki knew that the answer to his very soul was written in the songs the ruffling leaves sang. His heart hammered in his rib cage as he let out a shaky breath.

He scratched his palms with worry, closing his eyes in thought. He could prove that he was his brother’s equal . . . worthy of being more than just a Jotun. No matter what Odin had said, no matter what Frigga said, he was just not what either of them said. He couldn't be what Frigga had thought he was. He wasn’t even close enough to be as good as she thought. He was much more than Odin had said. Loki could prove that. He just needed to know...

Would it be worth it if he couldn’t?

Child, a beautiful voice of the Norns whispered. That startled him. The Norns were silent, spoke in riddles and curses. But he could just. . . . Tell. He hadn’t expected to hear that. She continued, What brings you to where souls are born and fate is scripted?

Loki swallowed, stepping in to the wood. “Uncertainty,” he says meekly, eyes welling with tears. “And losing the will . . . the will to live.” He sank to his knees. “I beg of you, help me find my place in the world.”

He knew that it was selfish to ask the Norns to give him things, things that not even they could change. He would be cursed for such confident brattiness. He held his head high in the sky, watching the cosmos conflict, purple and blue and green explode and tear at each other. Green smoke curled around his body. Loki had to refrain from panicking, trying his hardest not to scream in fear, not to sob from the pain of his broken soul.

The leaves rustled. He breathed deeply, his heart rate painfully fast. His neck hurt from the rush of blood. His heart kept crying out in the lonely longing for companionship.

Just a place in the world? Nothing else? She sounded. . . . Expectant. Like men who had braved the branches before had always asked for proud things. Wisdom; strength; a lady’s hand. Loki just wanted not to be alone.

A tear slips from his eye. “Give me my glory back. . . . Give me someone who will love me. . . .”

Loki Laufeyson, the Norns whispered with a reassuring tone, you’ll find someone who loves you. It’s fate.

Loki swallowed, gasping some. That was a lie; wasn’t it? It had to be. He wiped his eyes. He sat there, staring at the ground. One day, he would. One day. He tried to swallow his fears. But it didn’t work.

The cosmos rippled again, a woman’s laugh ringing through his ears. Not the Norn who had spoke, it wasn’t Hers. This laugh. . . . It stung. Loki covered his ears. No one he cared for loved him back. He started to hyperventilate. The laughing got louder and louder.

No. No. “Please. . . . Make it stop,” he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. The smoke curled around his body. His skin turned blue.

“You’re a dirty, evil Jotun,” Thor’s voice taunted somewhere. Loki stood, looking around for his brother. “Did you really believe that the Norns would help you?”

“Stop this illusion!” he pleaded. Loki spun around, hoping to find something. This had to be a lie. “Stop!”

“What illusion, my son? You’re seeing the truth,” Odin called, coming from a different direction. He turned toward the sound, hoping that his father wouldn’t scoff at him, punish him. Tears fell faster. Streamed. His father’s cold voice.

“Father—,” Loki tried, caving in and panicking.

“I’m not your father!” Loki flinched, raising his arms in protection as he stumbled back from the invisible people pushing him.

“No!” Loki cried. “NO!”

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I sat bolt right up in my bed, chest heaving and sweat drenching my body. I looked over to my side. A beautiful woman. My panic melted quickly, but my fears didn’t. I was next to my fiancée. She gently pushed me back down.

“Loki, shhh,” she soothed. “It was all a dream. You’re safe.” I rested my head on her shoulder. She ran her hands through my hair affectionately.

“Oh, Bryleigh,” (Bry-lee) I sigh, hugging her gently. “It was the same dream as last time. . . . With th-the forest . . . you have no idea—”

Her hazel eyes and blonde hair were strangely lit from the moonlight in the window. I had never been more grateful for her. I sigh again, kissing her once, twice, three times. Bryleigh pulled away, resting her forehead against mine.

“It’s okay. Go back to sleep. I love you,” she said, rubbing my back. “We have to both work tomorrow, so we should go back to sleep.” I nodded in agreement. I would have to explain to my secretary, (Y/N) why I was late.

Oh, no. I sat up. I practically scrambled to get dressed. “Honey, what are you doing?” Bryleigh asked. I checked my cellphone. Truly a magical mortal instrument, the cellular telephone. 2:35. I still had thirty minutes.

“Picking (Y/N) up at the airport,” I said, my tongue between my teeth as pull on a shirt. “I lost a bet, so I had to chauffeur her to and from her flight.” I laughed, face hot from remembering her smile. Oh, (Y/N) was adorable. Like my little sister. And I didn’t have to actually chauffeur her; I just wanted to. But Bryleigh wouldn’t have let me.

“Wait; the trip she went on that you funded for her birthday? You spoil her, Loki,” she says, voice riddled with distaste. She sat up in bed. I rolled my eyes.

“Bryleigh, she’s going to be my best woman.” I pulled on my shoe and grabbed my keys on the nightstand. “You better get used to the godmother of your children being around my house.” Bryleigh gaped, looking at me with an offense with an origin I couldn’t place.

“What?” I ask.

“Since when is that bi—” I cut her off, giving her a glare. Good feeling gone. I truly adored my fiancée, but I simply could not stand it when she picked on (Y/N). Especially when she did that.

“Biiiiii-eautiful woman I have adopted as my sister,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “I’m sick of you acting like a jerk to her.”

Bryleigh flopped back down. I kissed her forehead goodbye. “If you loved me, Loki, you’d see she's just evil!” She smiled softly and tiredly. I rolled my eyes.

“Evil? That is a new one,” I comment, kissing her and rushing out the door. Before our bedroom door closed, I heard her scoff. Something in me stirred, both at the thought of Bryleigh making nasty statements about (Y/N), and (Y/N) herself.

-----skip-----

“Flight from [Place you've wanted to visit] now unloading at Platform 9.”

The PA announcements seemed to fly by since the time I got there, but that one I paid attention to. I was almost eager to find her. I was speeding past every person I passed, even doing 360s to see if I could locate her. Her smile, her hands, ruffling her hair.

I passed through crowds, hearing the TSA yelling at someone, kids crying—or was it the other way around?— and twisting and weaving through people to Platform 9. “Where could she be?” I whisper to myself.

Something about all this turning reminded me about going to the Forest of Ydraggsil. But without all the fright; just really confusing and overwhelming and something missing. I didn’t mind. My heart was pounding with excitement. (Y/N) would be in this building somewhere.

“Loki!” I heard her call. I got reminded of my dream, but it didn’t scare me as much as it should have.

I whipped around, beaming when I saw her. She had a rolling suitcase and messy hair; she must have fallen asleep on the plane. I ran to her, lifting her up. She dropped her suitcase as I held her. I spun her with glee.

“You missed me that much, Loki?” She wrapped her arms around my neck, standing closely when I set her down. It was probably because my arms were still around her. (Y/N)’s hands rested within my elbows as she unwrapped her arms.

“Of course, I missed you. Who do you take me for?” I laughed softly, my head spinning slightly as I realized just how tired I was. I also realized that I didn’t care. About anything.

I didn’t care about how mad I had made Bryleigh. I didn’t care about the time. I just wanted. . . .

Oh, no.

But I just couldn’t stop smiling. (Y/N) was the only thing I could see. I was here, with her, no where else.

“I kinda took you for a stubborn prince,” she joked, hands moving again to my shoulders. “You know, the kind that didn’t pick favorites without doing it so subtly, and throwing knives, and doing favors reluctantly. Not picking up your secretary because she asked you to at three in the morning and taking you away from your fiancée.”

“I don’t care what she thinks,” I blurt. She blushed, and so did I. But I stupidly kept going. “I don't want to marry her.”

She stepped out of my arms. “Loki, what are you talking about?” I grew idiotically confident, taking her hands. “Loki?”

“I was such a fool,” I laugh, looking at her. I press the heel of my hand to my forehead. “I’m not in love with her.”

It was all clicking into place, now. The constant dreams of looking for her. The wedding dreams, too, with her in white. It wasn’t just paranoia. And all the times I would feel that awful knot in my gut when she spoke of other men. I gaze into her eyes.

“It’s you.”

She shook her head, “Loki, I — I can’t just—”

“(Y/N) you can’t pretend that you don’t feel this,” I continue. I bring her luggage out with her. “Actually, it all makes sense now.” But as much as I’m grinning, she’s only standing in shock.

“Darling?”

Your POV

Okay. Seeing Loki was already amazing. But now you were sure that one of you had gone crazy, or that you were dreaming.

“What? Loki, you can’t just say things like that!” You felt your face heat up at the delirious Loki’s practically random confession. Your hands and legs were shaking. Yes, you loved him, too, but what about Bryleigh? They had sent wedding invitations already!

“Why not? Better now than in a month, (Y/N),” he said. He opened the door for you. You got in his car. He definitely looked crazed, loopy. But he was happy.

You study him for a second, a thought coming to light almost immediately. He seemed carefree, distracted. He revved up the engine and grinned at you. You knew exactly what he seemed like to you, now that you thought on it.

He was like a bachelor.

“You didn’t!” you gasp. “You didn’t break up with her, did you?!”

“No, but I will. Even if you decide you don’t want me as a friend or a romantic partner. The only person who I can imagine marrying would be you.” He laughs, driving you to your house. You gape at Loki. He really had gone mad.

Not only was he head over heels with you out of the blue, he thought he would marry you. Or, at least he wanted to. Your heart sank.

It all made sense now.

“Loki,” you say quietly. “I’m seeing Steve. From economics.” You ducked your head. He loved you. And you couldn’t see him as anything more than a friend, or a brother. You fiddled with your shirt’s hem.

Loki frowned some, but quickly regained his smile. Except it was fake. You could tell so easily. You shifted in the passenger seat, watching cars pass by. “Oh,” he whispers. “I understand.” You hated this, but you really preferred not to lie.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” you mumbled. You hugged yourself. You wanted him happy, but you couldn’t be with him. It was the worst kind of lie. “We became an item about three weeks back but I asked him to keep quiet about it. I didn't want to cause any gossip.”

Loki nodded. “No, I totally understand. . . . I was meant to be alone. It’s fate.” His bottom lip quivered. You felt your heart break for your best friend. Then you wondered if he had been dreaming again. He had nightmares that Bryleigh made worse, and you were the only one he could tell them about. Really tell. You felt warm inside. He really was in love with you.

“Loki—,” you try.

“My immortal life was just . . . the worst. Now my mortal one is mirroring it,” he sighs. He gripped the wheel. Tightly. You saw his knuckles turn paper white. “I became cursed by the Norns. I made a mistake.”

“Loki, please, I am sure that you will find someone who will love you,” you try. You felt something in the back of your head tell you that this was a mistake, letting him go. But it was fate. You knew it. Loki was someone you felt for in the past. Never again.

“You know who I want,” he says. “This time, I won’t settle for something lesser.” He stared at the road. “I’m not getting any younger.”

Something lesser?

“Loki, really,” you sigh, “I’m not fantastic.”

“Steve sure thinks you are.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You growl, “That's low, even for you.” Loki doesn’t answer, just scoffing quietly.

You huff and cross your arms. Fiddle with the seat belt. “Just marry Bryleigh, okay? What do I care!” That came out harsher than you meant. Oops.

Loki pulled the car over so roughly you almost hit your head on the window. “Excuse me?” He turned to you. “What did you mean by that?” You felt your heart speed, but you had already turned him down.

“Just—take—me—home,” you say through gritted teeth.

“Tell me what that was about,” he protested. Loki rested his arm on the middle compartment, making you face him. Now you wanted to get mad at him and yourself. But he wasn’t your life, and he wasn’t ever going to be yours.

So who cared?

“It meant nothing,” you lie. “Nothing at all.” You shift in your seat, again. Look away from him. All the feelings you used to feel came rushing back, but without the affection they used to hold. You felt bitter about loving him before. A man who was engaged to be married. Now he could feel it, too.

“Oh, sure. You never told me you didn’t want me married, (Y/N).” He had flipped a switch. He went from giddy to hurt within seconds. But saying something as sudden and intimate as “I don’t want you to get married but I’m seeing someone else” would have to hurt anyone.

“Because at least you were happy, Loki!”

“I wasn’t, you knew that!”

“I don’t want to fight about your witch fiancée,” you grumble. “Take me home, Loki. I’ll resign in the morning.” You sit back, watching through the window the rest of the ride. This would need to be solved, but in what way, you didn’t know.

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You stepped out into a clearing. You saw Loki dressed in his armor—something he hadn’t worn since New York. Green smoke billowed around your feet. You couldn’t move anything, no matter how much you tried to run and help him. He was screaming about being sorry, apologizing to whomever was laughing and telling him he’d never know love.

You couldn’t scream. Couldn’t get him. You wanted him.

“Please, I just want someone—!” He was cut off by his own cry of fright. He fell to the ground. You hated feeling so helpless. No. No, you needed to help him. The smoke surrounding the both of you covered Loki, and then—

You sat up, horrified. You were going to be late. Loki would—

Loki. Right. You had fought with him the night before. He probably wouldn’t want to see you. . . . Unless that was a dream. Again. You sigh. No matter what you had told him last night, you weren’t seeing Steve. And you were in love with him.

You picked up the phone. There was only really one thing to do.

“Hello?” he answered tiredly. He sounded like someone who had been crying, or losing significant amounts of sleep. He also had a tone of worry in his voice. You felt your heart skip.

“I love you,” you say. You were rushing to get the wires out. “I don’t want you to marry Bryleigh. I’m sorry for everything I told you last night and I don’t care if you remember none of it; you deserve to know. I’m in love with you, I always have been, Bryleigh is and always was someone who was just so much better than I am, and even though I think you two can be happy together, I want you to myself!”

Just before you hang up from fear of his long silence, he says, “Wait, wait. You said you were seeing Steve. . . . I’m so confused. . . . Bryleigh walked out last night, calling the wedding off, anyway. I’m not getting married.”

You sat there for a minute. “What? Why?”

“Apparently I spent more time talking about you than she liked,” he explained. “But I’m not sure if I should anymore?”

“No. No, Loki, that’s great. I mean—it’s not great, but you didn’t have to break up with her. . . . I just . . . spent so long thinking about what you said. You were right: it is fate.”

He sniffs on the other end. “You picked a fantastic time to tell me, (Y/N).” He laughed. “For the record: I think you’re right. It is fate.”

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madamsnape921 · 3 years

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I Believe You (part 3)

Pairing: Bryan Kneef x female reader

Warning: NSFW, smut, Daddy kink, praise kink, language, fluff

WC: 1683

VDay Bingo square: Candy & Flowers

Part 1; Part 2

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You had been in a relationship with Bryan for about two and a half years now. You had been living together for a year. Bryan told you stories about work and you had also heard stories from others when he took you to parties. While he was the best at what he did, his reputation as a complete asshole preceded him.

At the beginning of your relationship, you were a bit weary but wanted to give him a chance. Now you were so glad you did. You had never been happier. His snarky sarcasm was funny to you and his mean streak was never directed towards you.

Bryan loved you. No one that knew Bryan would believe you if you told them about your day to day interactions with him. Everyone was honestly surprised he had managed to keep one girl for so long. You, on the other hand, thought Bryan was adorable. He loved cuddling and taking care of you. He also loved absolutely railing you. He was definitely not adorable during sex and you loved it. Before Bryan, you had been very vanilla when it came to sex, but he woke up a completely different side of you. At the same time while he brought out a more deviant part of you, you brought out the softer side of Bryan Kneef.

You were finishing up your work for today when you saw your phone light up. It was a text from Bryan.

4:45 Bryan: Don’t worry about dinner. I’ve got it.

4:46 YN: Sounds good, babe! ❤️

4:46 Bryan: 😘

You finished your work and went to take a shower. After your shower, you dressed in booty shorts Bryan had made for you and one of his T-shirts. The shorts had 618 written across the butt. Bryan explained the meaning to you and while you didn’t completely understand you did enjoy how happy and smug they made him when you wore them.

While Bryan did not stay at work late as often as he did when you first started seeing each other, you were still surprised when you heard the door open as you walked back out to the living room.

“Bry? You’re home early?” you asked.

Bryan walked into the room carrying a dozen red roses and a box of chocolates. “I am indeed home early,” he smirked at your confused face. “These are for you, beautiful.”

You smiled as you took the flowers and candy from him. “These are exactly like the ones you got for me after our blind date when we agreed to try a relationship. They’re beautiful! We can share the chocolate after dinner. Thank you, love,” you kissed his check and grabbed his hand to pull him with you to the kitchen.

“I can think of some better dessert ideas, Baby,” Bryan wiggled his eyebrows suggestively causing you to laugh.

You started talking as you went about putting the flowers in a vase while Bryan leaned against the counter. “No one said we couldn’t have more than one dessert,” you winked at him. “But seriously, Bry, what’s going on? We’re not the flowers and candy type. Not that I don’t appreciate them, because I do, but it's out of character.”

Bryan walked over and wrapped his arms around your back. “I was able to come home earlier than usual and I just wanted this evening to be extra nice.”

You leaned up to kiss Bryan’s lips, and he immediately deepened it. Your hands went to his soft hair while Bryan pulled you closer. One of his hands traveled down to grab your ass. Before things could go any further, there was a knock on the door.

You whined as Bryan ended the kiss and stepped back. “Don’t worry, Baby. We’ll pick this up again later,” he promised with a smug grin. “That’s the food I ordered before I got here. I’ll get it while you go put your favorite movie on to watch.”

You pouted but agreed as you grabbed the flowers and candy to put on the coffee table, so you could see them. When you turned to leave the kitchen, Bryan smacked your ass and followed you out of the room. You set up the movie while he answered the door.

When you both finished eating, you paused the movie long enough to clean up the mess. Bryan took this time to change into more comfortable clothes. He just finished tucking something between couch cushions when you walked back in. Bryan lifted the blanket and his arm inviting you to cuddle into him for the rest of the movie.

You laid on Bryan enjoying being held. When the movie was ending, Bryan suddenly held an open ring box in front of your face. The ring was white gold with an oval blue sapphire flanked by multiple diamonds. You gasped while just staring at it.

“You’re going to marry me, right?” Bryan proposed boldly.

You sat up looking at him with tears in your eyes. You slowly started to smile at the level of arrogance in his proposal that you are not at all surprised by. “Yes,” you whispered as you held out your hand.

Once the ring was in place, you threw your arms around him in a tight hug. When you pulled back, you looked into Bryan’s brilliant green eyes then leaned in to kiss his lips.

Bryan pulled you closer until you were straddling his lap. You held each other tightly while you continued kissing. Eventually, Bryan grabbed the bottom of the shirt you were wearing and started pulling it up. You broke apart to let him pull it over your head.

“You are so sexy,” Bryan growled before sucking a nipple into his mouth. One hand rested on your hip while the other played with your other breast.

You ran your fingers through his hair moaning his name. You reached down to start pulling his shirt up and off, letting it drop to the floor. Bryan used this as a chance to move his mouth to your other nipple, giving it the same attention and causing you to grind into his hard cock.

“Bryan please,” you begged.

He released your breast with a pop, looking at you. “What do you need, baby girl?” Bryan brought his hands to your hips guiding them to rock into him.

“I need you to fuck me, Daddy,” you answered.

“Good girl,” Bryan purred, moving one of his hands inside your shorts. “Mmm you’re always so wet for me.”

“Only for you,” you moaned as he circled your clit with his finger.

“I’d hate to rip these shorts apart so be a good girl for daddy and take them off.” Bryan ordered.

You stood up, turned around, and dropped the shorts. You shook your ass a little for him. Bryan was captivated by the sight and you were just begging for his attention.

“Is this better, Daddy?” you asked.

He moved forward on the couch and smacked your ass. He grabbed your hips pulling you back towards his face to bite your ass hard enough to leave a mark. You jumped.

“What? Does my girl not like that?” He smacked your ass again.

“No, daddy, that’s just too hard. Softer please,” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry, Baby, I just get so hungry when I see this ass,” he bit your ass again. You gasped. You are dripping wet at this point.

“Daddy, please, I need you inside of me,” you begged, turning around.

Bryan pulled his pants off and sat back. You got back on his lap while he stroked his cock. You leaned down to kiss him as you slowly sank down onto him. Bryan’s tongue battled with yours as he waited for you to adjust to the stretch caused by his thick cock.

You slowly started to roll your hips, and Bryan moved his mouth to your jaw then down to your neck. When Bryan bucked up into you, you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

“That’s my good girl,” Bryan growled as he watched your breast bounce. “Ride Daddy’s cock, Baby. You’re doing so good. You have such great tits. You are going to come on my cock then I want you on your knees putting those beautiful tits around Daddy’s cock. Do you understand?”

You moaned at his words, “yes, Daddy.”

Bryan moved a hand to start rubbing your clit. “You’re almost there, beautiful girl. I can feel it. Cum for me.”

Bryan thrusted up into you roughly a few more times, causing you to scream his name as your orgasm hit you. Bryan clenched his jaw striving not to cum with you.

Bryan pulled you in for a kiss before helping you slide into the floor between his legs. “I need to fuck your tits now, Baby.”

You used both hands to press your breast together on Bryan’s cock. As he started thrusting up, you noticed the shine of the new ring on your left hand which made you smile.

You looked up at Bryan and shifted your hand for him to see what was making you smile. “You like that, baby girl? Everyone is going to know you belong to me,” he growled. “Say it.”

“I’m yours, Bryan,” you answered, knowing what he wanted to hear.

After hearing your words, Bryan groaned out your name as he shot his cum all over your breasts and face. While he caught his breath, you grabbed your shorts to clean yourself off.

Bryan stood and helped you up. He then lifted you up bridal style, causing you to laugh. “I’m practicing,” Bryan said with a smirk, carrying you into the bathroom.

After you were both cleaned up, you got into bed, cuddling close to each other. “Thank you again for the flowers and chocolate, Bry. I love you, husband,” you smiled at him as you tested out the word.

Bryan kissed your head and pulled you close. “I love you, too. Thank you for believing in me, YN.”

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prurientpuddlejumper · 3 years

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You’re a Mean One, Mr. Kneef (Part 2)

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

For @thatesqcrush’s Naughty or Nice Holiday Bingo! Filling the Fake Relationship When Visiting Family square.

Bryan Kneef x Female Reader

Warnings: Language. Holiday fluff. Bryan being the worst... but also hot? Horrible pet names. Nothing nsfw happens this chapter except Bryan’s mouth.

2,900 words

The bluish LED headlights of Bryan Kneef’s BMW blinded other drivers as they cut through the dark on the drive to his parents’ suburban house. You ascertained from the hands-free call he was making the family hadn’t started dinner yet. Christmas was close to the winter solstice, so it wasn’t as late as the sky suggested, although you’d heard a hungry child screaming impatiently about having to wait for Uncle Bry.

“Uncle Bry,” you teased as the call ended.

He chuckled. “That would be my brother’s kid, Finn. My brother’s name is Timothy. The CEO of LogicFinance. You will say you’ve ‘heard so much about them.’ Let’s review.”

“Jesus.”

Sitting next to Bryan while his attention wasn’t on you, you lost yourself noticing things. The clean smell of his cologne. How sexy he looked—in a rich douchey way—in his tailored suit and expensive car. His long fingers wrapped around the steering wheel. That beard that made you want to scream, “Daddy!”

You could almost forget he was the asshole who held every paralegal at STR Laurie hostage with busywork unless you pretended to be the woman who dumped him.

Until he started barking at you to memorize facts about his life.

“First, what do I have to know about this woman I’m supposed to be?”

He stared straight ahead at the road. “Her name is Sydney. So you’re Syd from now on.”

“Oh joy. Being called your ex’s name all night won’t be weird or anything.”

“You were the one who wanted to get out of work.”

“Whatever. I bet you already forgot my real name, anyway.”

He didn’t contradict you. The engine roared to life as he changed lanes before signaling and cut off the SUV he’d been tailgating for the last mile.

Your arms crossed over your chest. “How much did you tell your family about Sydney? I hope you didn’t send them any pictures.”

“Not much, and obviously not. I’m not stupid.”

“Just pathetic.”

He scowled. Before he could think of a searing response to take back control of the conversation, you asked another question that knocked him off balance.

“What made this one so different? We’ve been working together for what, a year? And I’ve never seen you upset over a breakup.”

“The sex was fantastic,” he answered too loudly.

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh yeah. I’ve never had a woman who could keep up with me—”

“Because you finish too quickly?”

“Cute. Keep it up.” He stepped on the gas again and your stomach lurched as he pulled off another aggressive passing maneuver in the right lane. “No one walks away from my bed unsatisfied. You could find out. A little reward for helping me out tonight?”

“Not in a million years,” you clipped, shutting him down, even though your wild, lonely, horny side that noticed his beard and fingers was beating at the inside of your skull. “You are going to keep it decent and chaste. Ground rules: holding hands. Kisses on the cheek. Moderate cuddling as the situation calls for it. That should be plenty to sell that we’re involved.”

“You haven’t seen me around women I’m involved with,” he smirked with a suggestive glint in the side of his eye.

“And I’m sure your parents haven’t seen you with a partner who isn’t just some bimbo you’re screwing, either. Cop a feel, and I end the charade right there.”

That comment, which was more insightful than you knew, silenced him. His suggestive side-glance returned forward to focus on the road. That look was back on his face again—the look when he ran out of swaggering bullshit to spew. Sadness. Genuine human sadness.

“She wasn’t clingy,” he said, voice a soft rumble. “Didn’t expect me to be her fucking boyfriend—she was the one who told me no strings.”

“You loved her because she was distant?”

“No. I don’t know. She did nice things, too—like ask how my day was, and bring me coffee. She remembered the way I like it.”

“That’s just basic human kindness, Bryan.” You sighed. “That’s actually… really sad.”

“Fuck you.”

“I mean it. You call women clingy for wanting to be close to you, and now you’re so starved for connection you think remembering your coffee order is a huge deal. Your secretary knows your coffee order. Hell, I know your damned coffee order you’ve sent me out for it enough times, even though—as I often remind you—that’s not my job. I’m sorry. Really. But maybe this is a lesson? That you actually have a heart and might want to try opening it sometime?”

“How the fuck is that the lesson? I open my heart, I get hurt. From now on, I’m only dating broads who disgust me.” His eyes lingered on you for a dangerously long time until you got the point and gave an annoyed grunt. His eyes returned to the road, corners crinkled in satisfaction.

***

Dinner was already starting when Bryan’s BMW finally pulled into the driveway of a large house on a private cul-de-sac. The porch was glowing with tasteful white lights and a wreath on the door. Silhouettes were moving behind the decorative glass set into the front door, waiting for you to get out of the car. As soon as you approached, the door flew open and you were hit with the smell of roast turkey.

“Bry-Bry! We were worried you wouldn’t make it!” His silver-haired mother threw her arms around Bryan’s neck while he grumbled with reluctant affection, hugging her back.

A rich oaken voice of the man who must have been his father said, “And this must be the famous Sydney. We thought we’d never get to meet you.” He shook your hand warmly.

Both of them were wearing hideous red and green Christmas sweaters straight out of a Hallmark movie.

“I can’t believe this one hasn’t driven you away!” Bryan’s mom teased, pinching his pink cheek as she did so. “We’re so happy you put up with our little monster.” She hugged you.

“Come, come on in. Let me take your coat. We were just starting dinner—you’re right on time.” His dad helped you shrug your winter coat off and hung it up in the entryway closet for you.

This was… bizarre. How the hell did people this friendly churn out a Bryan?

More shocking still was when you felt warm, long fingers twine between yours, and you nearly tore your hand away before remembering you had a “boyfriend” tonight. Bryan smiled at you sweetly, eyes soft and affectionate.

Yep. You’d fallen into some kind of Bizarro World.

Martha, his mother, led you both through the spacious house toward the dining room. “What do you think of our humble home?” she asked, pausing in the living room. “I keep thinking I should move that chair to the other side of the fireplace. What do you think? Would it flow better?”

“Uh, I’m not really—”

“Mom! We’re hungry,” Bryan snapped.

“Oh, come on, honey, let me pick her brain! It’s not every day we have an interior designer in here.”

“Bryan told you I’m an interior designer?” Your mouth smiled pleasantly at Bryan while your eyes stabbed daggers into his stupid handsome face.

“Obviously I forgot I mentioned it,” he smiled back.

You batted your eyes. Now the daggers were on fire.

“Well, what do you think? Chair on the left, or the right?”

“Well,” you said, “the symmetry with the fireplace is… balanced with the rich tones in the leather”—Martha nodded along attentively—“You know, I’ve been working all day, maybe we can talk shop later?”

“Oh! Of course! I’m sorry—Bryan’s mean old mom ambushing you the minute you walk in the door!” She flexed her hand into vampire-claws and playfully attacked your shoulder. “Aw, are the stuffy old adults embarrassing you, peanut?”

Bryan’s cheeks turned the brightest pink you had ever seen them. And this was a man who didn’t blush when telling a roomful of attorneys to go fuck themselves. You let out the first genuine laugh you’d made in his presence. You squeezed his hand.

“Honey-bear, I love your parents!”

***

The table was crowded with Kneef siblings, cousins, and their children and spouses. Finn, you guessed, was the youngest boy. And that would make the silver fox next to him Timothy. His older brother had the same bluntness as Bryan, but none of the cruelty. In fact, his entire family was so… normal.

Bryan’s hard edges were hardly softened in their presence, but unlike in the office where his cranky moods inspired fear, here they were met with boos and hisses and his cousin throwing a bread roll at him. The youngest kids mimicked this exciting behavior, and soon it was raining whole-wheat on Bryan Kneef.

You smiled and patted his hand and called him “dear” and made sure your mouth was full of turkey the moment anyone asked you about yourself.

Over the evening, you learned that Mrs. Martha Kneef put herself through nursing school after having her first child to support the family while her husband piddled around with his low-paying hobby in computers. By the time Bryan was born, his father was programming for a growing company, working his way up the ranks—back in the days when one could do that. By the time Bryan was ten, dad was the Chief Information Officer of one of the largest corporations in the country.

And so Bryan, the youngest, grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth, handed all the things his parents had worked hard for in the hopes that he would have a better life.

“All the child-rearing books at the time said encouragement was important,” said Martha, who was a little drunk on red wine at this point. She let out an exasperated groan. “This is what happens when you encourage too much. We created a monster. Didn’t we?” Her voice went higher as she pinched Bryan’s cheek again.

“Martha and I are so happy to see him finally settling down with someone.”

“Yeah, how’d you manage to find a girl who’ll put up with you?” Tim teased, punching Bryan’s arm.

Bryan stared back. Locked eyes with his brother. He took a deep breath. “How’d you manage to—”

Bryan then asked something too obscene to be repeated, which set the entire table screaming, and parents’ hands clamping over children’s ears (though not before an adorable curly-haired niece asked, “mommy, what’s a prolapsed rectum?”).

You should have been offended, or embarrassed to be attached to the guy wrecking Christmas without even needing to be drunk. But oddly, as hot as your cheeks were, you found yourself laughing. You were dating the most interesting guy at the table. He was so overwhelmingly charismatic—not necessarily in a positive way, but in a way that made him the center of attention in any room he walked into. And he was charming enough for people to keep wanting him around, even when he said things that... were probably going to scar those children for life. Not to mention the adults.

Reaching over, you cupped the opposite side of his cheek and forced him to turn his head to you. “You’re so bad, Bry. How do I put up with you?” You began affectionately scratching his beard like it was something you’d done to him a hundred times. “He’s just so cute, I can’t resist. Settle down now, baby.”

His mom gave a loud, “Aww” and Bryan side-eyed his brother, who snorted.

You were getting into it, mussing up his perfect beard in a way that was sure to annoy him later—but it wasn’t annoying him that was on your mind. It was more the feeling of that coarse but soft hair under your fingertips, the shape of his jawline… the way he was staring back at you, eyelids drooping…

“It’s really the beard I’m dating—if he ever shaves, we’re breaking up,” you joked, suddenly needing to crush the romantic mood. It worked. His family laughed, and Bryan scowled, catching your wrist to make you stop.

***

Bryan wanted to leave right after dinner, but his mother wheedled him to stay.

“We’ve still got your bedroom set up if you want to sleep here. Think of it—we could have Christmas morning together just like when you and Timmy were babies!”

“Ma! I couldn’t impose on Syd. She… has a cat.”

Great. More backstory to remember. You surreptitiously elbowed him in the side.

Bryan got his dominating instincts from somewhere, though. The big ask to stay the night was a tactic to make him give in to the smaller ask of staying for hot cocoa and holiday movies.

Bryan had yet to recover from your crack about breaking up with him and forgot to play the part of the affectionate boyfriend. While her husband was explaining the intricacies of a particular wireless security device to whichever cousins would listen, Martha casually sidled up and whispered, “You don’t have to be shy about PDA in front of us old people. We’ve seen everything.”

“Oh! Uh...” Your mouth gaped, unsure how the fuck to respond to that.

Bryan overheard it and rolled his eyes with a groan. “Ma!”

He looked so grumpy and annoyed, something about it made you kiss him on the cheek. Just to put to rest his mother’s suspicions! That must have been it.

Then Bryan was all fire again, his eyes glittering above a wicked smirk. He grabbed your waist and pulled you roughly against his arousingly solid body, covering your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses. Oh god, hot. He was definitely only doing this to make his mom uncomfortable, and if you knew Bryan, he wouldn’t stop until she regretted meddling or he was fucking you on the stack of presents under the tree. So why was your skin too hot? Why did it prickle everywhere his hand wandered? Palming your curves, sliding down to your hips, lowering over the swell of—

You leaned close until your lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Watch your hands, or HR is hearing all about this,” you warned, then pulled away smiling.

Bryan smiled back. “Of course, babycakes.”

“You lovebirds! Keep it PG.”

He warned you in the car that no one would buy him keeping things chaste, didn’t he? Well, you weren’t going to be the one to blow your cover.

When you filed into the living room where the kids were already watching A Christmas Story, there was only one spot left on the couch, and an empty armchair. Bryan flopped down on the recliner, and you sat on his lap. His chest vibrated as he gave an encouraging growl, cocking an eyebrow at you.

“You didn’t expect me to sit alone, did you, honey-bear?” you cooed.

His hand moved to support your hip, cradling you close to him. The other hand covered yours, which was resting on your knee. It was just a performance, but god, his hands were so big and warm, and the gesture so remarkably soft. You let yourself recline back against his chest, and turned your head to inspect his profile—the greying at his temple, a strong, square brow that shaded such lively green eyes.

A fire danced in the fireplace, stockings hung up neatly above it. A tree in the opposite corner filled the room with a piny balsam scent. The whole scene felt so domestic. Bryan’s beard scratched the side of your face, the soft cashmere of the sweater he’d thrown on over his dress shirt making him a comfortable cuddle partner. Suddenly you could imagine perfectly well why someone might put up with him.

“So, Sydney, how did you meet Bryan?” his father asked. A few other prying relatives leaned forward, and you began to sweat.

“Oh… I’m sure Bryan’s already told this story,” you deflected, glancing at him for assistance. Bryan frowned.

“It was through a case.” His evasive answer only made everyone more curious.

“What kind of case?”

“A divorce case.”

A bark of laughter leaped from your throat before you could hold it in, and you had to quickly disguise it as the kind of nostalgic laugh you get from an inside joke. “It’s true”—you stroked Bryan’s beard—“I think he only slept with me as part of the victory, you know? Took my ex’s money, took his wife. You know our Bryan,” you giggled. You would bet money that was exactly how it happened, too. “It’s a major rebound for me. But it’s been working out. Bryan has this whole other side to him that people don’t see.”

He looked at you. The clarity of his green eyes caught you off guard, and you felt a burning heat creeping up the side of your neck toward your ears.

“Well, we’re so happy to meet you!”

“You dog, Bry.”

“Want to see baby pictures?”

The last voice was Martha’s.

“No.” Bryan said. “She doesn’t.”

Of your asshole boss? Why yes. Yes, you did.

“He used to be such a sweet little peanut.” His mother always seemed eager to stir trouble for her brat of a son. “Just wait until you see how cute he was in diapers.”

“No!” Bryan groaned, but couldn’t stop you from following Martha to the family photo albums.

He had no power here.

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adarafaelbarba · 4 years

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Pairing: Nick Amaro x Reader x Bryan Kneef

Fandom: Law and Order SVU and The Good Fight

Requested: No

Warning: Smut (Duh)! Do NOT read if you’re under the age of 18!! DP. Butt stuff (always prep!) P in V. Oral (Female and male receiving)

A/N: This covers the Double Penetration square of the Kink Bingo @thatesqcrush created! I’ve been so nervous about this and the Threesome square cause I’ve never written for three people getting it on before. But here we are, learning something new every day and I also get to challenge myself and think outside the box that is my comfort zone, so let’s go! ❤️

A/N2: It will MOST likely NOT be mentioned that Bryan and Rafael are identical. But if it comes up, so be it 😂 Also I’m just gonna assume Bryan went to Harvard, cause I don’t think it has been mentioned on the show … oops😂 -Karen

(gif credits to me!)

One thing that had drawn Nick to you was how confident you were. You were confident in court, no doubt about that. The other lawyers knew not to push too many button on you for fear you would rip them apart. You were also confident in your relationship. If Nick didn’t call, you knew it was because of work, or that he had Zara, and that was okay with you. You didn’t need him to always be there for you to know that he only wanted you.

Everyone who knew you both said that what you had was one of the best relationships out there. And those who had also know Nick and Maria, tended to say he seemed to be happier with you, something you had both agreed should never be mentioned to his ex wife.

Another thing you had a great amount of confidence in was in the bedroom, or wherever you and Nick found yourself having sex. You could tell him if there was ever anything you wanted to try out when getting down and dirty. And he knew he would never be judged if he wanted to try something either.

…

You knew something about today would be different when you walked into the courthouse to see a group of people flocking around someone. «What is going on here?!» You asked, your voice booming over the commotion. «Ms. (Y/L/N), how nice to see you again.» You could recognize that voice from anywhere. And as the crowd opened up, there he stood, as smug as he was back in Law School. «Mr. Kneef. What brings you to the big apple?» He chuckled at that. «It’s been far too long (Y/N). I figured I needed to come see you. Your assistant, Julianna is it? Told me you were going to be in court all day so of course I needed to come see you in action.» If there was one man too smug for his own good, it was Bryan Kneef.

The two of you had been close back in Law School. Always helping each other out, whether it was with school work or being each others dates when no one else was interested, or peaked your interests. Then he moved to Chicago, and you moved to New York, and well, as life happens, you moved on, and didn’t keep in touch much. «Well, well, well. Does that mean you want to see how a real lawyer works?» You teased. While you were here working for the District Attorney, he was off in Chicago working for a private company. «That’s very cute counselor, but no, not quite.» He had reached you now, and gave your cheeks a kiss. «You look incredible though», he murmured, and you felt chills going down your spine. Damn this man and his ability to make you blush!

…

Nick could tell something was off when you walked into the precinct after court, bickering with someone he didn’t quite recognize. «Counselor. What brings you here?» Liv asked, approaching the two new arrivals. «The case. Well, the witness you guys handed me. Completely incompetent. Did he even see anything that night? I told you to have him come over to get prepped. Didn’t show, no texts. Made me look like an idiot. And I don’t like being made a fool.» Nick felt himself getting hard at how she talked. «I’m sorry, counselor. No idea why he was a no show, but he sounded good when we talked to him.» Liv sounded irritated at being talked to like that, but it wasn’t like she didn’t need to hear it.

«Maybe if your detectives could pick him up and drop him off at my office, I’ll let it slide», you suggested, crossing your arms over your chest, «Call me if you have some more for me.» Walking past Nick you leant over and gave him a small kiss, «Be safe okay. I love you», you murmured, leaving with Bryan.

…

«Who would have known you would settle down for a cop?» Bryan asked over lunch. «Give it a rest Bry. He’s better than you are.» You had finally calmed down after the initial outburst earlier, and were now enjoying a meal and a catch up with your old friend, like you had never spent a day apart. «Oh please! Not that you would know that, but I’m incredible, in every way.» For anyone who didn’t know Bryan, they would think he was always this happy, and you had a small feeling that he might be like this because he was with you and he was out of Chicago. «Who says I want to know?» You asked, teasingly arching an eyebrow. «Don’t lie to me sweetheart.» That made you shiver. Bryan hadn’t called you sweetheart since your first year.

«Mind if I join you?» Looking up, you were met with your boyfriend’s chocolate brown eyes. «Not at all Guapo, do sit down.» Now was your time to talk to him, to both of them, about what you had wanted to talk about for the entire day. Leaning over as your boyfriend sat, you gave him a soft kiss, resting a hand on this thigh.

You and Nick had talked about wanting to have a threesome. And that had been when you had told him your desire of being filled up. You had never tried it before, but fuck if it didn’t turn you on to think about having two guys in you.

«She’s plotting something, I can tell. Got the same look she had when she had a plan on how to break the opposing council at Harvard», Bryan explained as you you just flashed a wicked smile. «What are you plotting?» He asked. «How much fun we could have.» The way Nick looked at you told you he understood where you were getting at. «And what kind of fun would that be?» Bryan asked, but you were fairly sure he understood too.

…

Getting back to your shared apartment, you all but crashed through the front door. «Such a naughty little girl», Bryan murmured, his hands on your ass, trailing kisses up and down your neck while Nick’s lips were locked with your. «I bet she’s soaked just thinking about it», your boyfriend murmured.

He wasn’t wrong either, you could feel yourself getting damp at the idea of getting filled to the brim. «She’s been dreaming about this for a long time», Bryan mused, squeezing your ass as he did. «This is your dream isn’t it Bry? Fucking your Law School best friend.» You teased him, biting your lip. «Does she run her mouth like this often?» He barely looked at you.

«All the time. Gets her into a lot of trouble», Nick commented, slipping his hand into the front of your slacks. A small whimper left your lips as his finger tips ghosted over your clit. «Naughty little girl», he said, his fingers rubbing over your sensitive nub.

Your legs felt numb and it was like you were about to melt. «Why don’t we get her undressed, and you can see for yourself how wet she is. I’m sure she’d love to feel your beard on her, (Y/N) seems to love when I grow one at least.» You gasped at his revelation.

Bryan’s eyes where blown dark with lust when you looked at him. «Does that make you wet sweetheart? Thinking about me going down on you?» Bryan asked, his fingers slowly opening the button and zipper of your slacks. You let out a string of small whimpers, nodding your head.

…

You felt so naked standing in front of them in only lingerie. But fuck, if it didn’t make you hot. The three of you had moved into the bedroom now, and the two men looked ready to pounce you at any given moment. You wondered who would go first when Nick spoke up, «Lay down hermosa, let out friend taste you.» Nodding your head, you did like you were told and laid down. «Good girl», Nick murmured watching as Bryan went over to crouch in front of your core.

«Mmm. You taste really good sweetheart», Bryan murmured, licking stripes up your slick folds. You were a whimpering mess, his beard scratching deliciously. In all the years you had known Bryan, you never once went for it, you never once tried to have sex with him, not that you would have been thinking about it since getting with Nick. But feeling how good he was with his mouth, you regretted the fact that you never once fucked him.

It didn’t take long before you felt your orgasm approaching. Pulling at his hair you looked over at your boyfriend who was looking back at you in amazement. «Nick», you whined, making grabby hands towards him with your free hand, «Want you in my mouth guapo», you added. «Dirty little minx!» Nick growled, quickly freeing himself from his slacks.

You let out a moan as your lips wrapped around his member. «Oh, hmm, fuck, you’re so good at that aren’t you?» Nick growled, looking at you as your head bobbed back and forth, taking more of him each time. Hollowing your cheeks, you locked your eyes with his as your release finally hit. The moans you let out sending vibrations through Nick and he quickly followed suit, spilling his seeds in your warm mouth. «You should see what her mouth does Bryan!» Nick gasped, pulling out of you as your friend stood up.

«I might do that while you warm her ass up», Bryan said in response, smirking at you as you let out a gasp. The two men shared a look before swapping places, Nick immediately going to grab the lube from the nightstand drawer and a condom.

Keeping your eyes on your boyfriend as he slipped the condom on you had to remind yourself to breath. «You ready cariño?» Nick asked, circling a lube covered finger around your puckered ass. «Fuck my ass baby», you purred, pumping Bryan’s cock.

A loud moan ripped from you as Nick eased his cock into your ass. «Oh Fuck!» You cried out, back arched up. «F—fuck—feels good doesn’t it?» Nick asked, slowly moving in and out of you. Not trusting your voice you could only nod, moving slightly to get a better angle on Bryan’s hard member.

Another orgasm came fast approaching, and you were sure they could both tell as Nick’s hips slowed, and Bryan’s quickened, fucking your face. Letting out one whine after another you clamped down as best you could on Nick. «Nope, you’re gonna hold it until we’re both filling you up hermosa.» That made you moan loudly.

Bryan was quick to pull out of you after emptying his salty liquid in the warm confines of your willing mouth. «Ready for us baby girl? Who do you want where, hmmm?» He asked, caressing your cheek. «Want you in my ass Bryan», you mewled, feeling soaked.

The two men laughed darkly at your submissive streak. «Guess you should lay down of this then Nick», Bryan suggested, looking at his new found detective friend. Grabbing two condoms, Nick handed one to Bryan while pulling out of you, causing you to let out a low moan. He quickly tossed the used condom in the bin before putting the new one on.

You were quick to straddle your boyfriend’s lap as soon as he laid down, earning a chuckle from him. «So eager querida», he mused, entering your cunt. «Hmmm always eager for you Nicky», you mewled in response.

Bryan pushed at your back to make you lay down, and without much warning he slowly entered you. The feeling of being stretched out like that was thrilling to you. The border of pain and pleasure mixing together made your vision go blurry. «Move. Faster. Please!» you moaned, clamping down on them.

Getting the hint, the two men started moving, making you scream out in pleasure, a mix of their names and incoherent babbling filling the room with slapping skin and grunts taking up the air too. You knew you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. The last orgasm being denied would make sure that you would be cuming sooner rather than later.

«Doing so fucking good for us aren’t you sweetheart?» Bryan asked, pressing kissed down your back. «Fuck, you clamping down hard, I think she’s about to cum», he added. Nick looked at you with a smirk before nodding at Bryan, «Oh she’s definitely close! She always does this when she’s about to cum», Nick confessed, making you blush. «Let go for us sweetheart», Bryan murmured, spanking your ass over and over, which was what tipped you over the edge.

Your vision went blurry as your orgasm crashed down on you. The moans and screams coming from you were mere muffled sounds as your ears rung. You had never felt so deliciously full before, and if you were being honest, you wanted it to happen again.

It was hardly there at first. But then Nick’s fingers graced your goosebump filled skin again. «You okay hermosa?» he asked, looking at you with worried eyes. «I’m more than okay baby», you whispered, smiling at him.

Whimpering at the loss of contact as they both pulled out of you, you lazily rolled over onto your back, looking at them. «That was amazing!» you whispered, biting your lip. «It was! A good way to spend my day in New York», Bryan mused, caressing your leg.

«You did so good for us cariño.» Nick caressed your cheek as he laid there next to you. Silence fell over the room, but it was good and you felt yourself getting tired. «I think I should head out, gotta fly back home soon», Bryan murmured, more to Nick than to you. «I’ll call you tomorrow (Y/N)», he added, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek.

«Be safe Bry.» And with that you fell into a deep sleep, a lazy smile etched on your lips.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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All Circuits Busy

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Dirty talk square for my kink bingo card. CW: well, it’s lots of dirty talk, male and female masturbation, degradation language. Another little one-shot off my Fall From Grace Series. Timeline wise, it would be around ch. 9, but can be read as a standalone.

WC: 1678

Bryan was surprised to see the small brown box from Molly’s Cupcakes on his desk. He opened the box and was greeted with six chocolate cupcakes with sprinkles on them. Taped to the inner box was a card. He ran his finger through the chocolate frosting of one cupcake before sucking it off his finger. “Mmm.” He hummed as the rich frosting coated his tongue. He picked up the accompanying card and opened it.

Happy Birthday to my ornery asshole (but you’re my asshole & don’t you forget it. Love you) -Y/N

Bryan let out a small chuckle before picking up his phone and dialing your number.

“Pearson Specter. Y/N speaking.” You balanced the phone between your ear and shoulder as you finished electronically filing your motion. “How did you know?” Bryan asked into the receiver. He sat reclined in his chair as he swung his legs up onto his desk. You paused and then sat up fully, making sure to hold the phone correctly. “Your birthday?” You questioned, furrowing your brows. You leaned over to grab a pen, to sign off on a package that arrived. You tossed the package to the side, not bothering to see who it was from. “I don’t think I ever told you.” Bryan replied. “I have my sources.” You chuckled. “Oh so you admit that you have Bryan Kneef Google alert.” You laughed. “Could you be more full of yourself?” “No, but you could be full of me. And you will be, this weekend.” You rolled your eyes, before letting out a deep sigh. You knew you were about to disappoint him. “Bry, bad news.” Bryan let out his own sigh. “You’re not going to make it out to Chicago then, are you?”

“I am working on a merger and it needs to be wrapped up or Harvey Specter is going to have my hide. I need to be here. I’m sorry.” You explained sorrowfully. “I get it.” “I’ll make it up to you.” You promised. “You can make it up to me... now.” Bryan murmured. Wild, lascivious thoughts ran through his mind. He stood up and walked over to his office door and shut it.

“I’m at work.” You warned, having an inkling as to what he was proposing. “That’s never stopped you before.” Bryan retorted. You bit your lip, feeling your internal resolve crumble. “Hold on. Let me switch to wireless.” You stood and closed the door to your office, making sure to lock it. You slipped the headphones on and made sure to close out of your current documents. “Back.” You replied. “Good.” Bryan breathed on the phone. “It’s such a shame I won’t be seeing you. The things we would do.” He hit a button on his phone unit, placing you on speaker phone. He felt his cock starting to stir. He rubbed himself from the outside of his pants. “Tell me.” You purred. Your heart began to race in anticipation.

“What are you wearing?” Bryan asked.

You bit your lip before answering. “Black v-neck. And that little black pencil skirt that you love so much.”

“The one you wore when I first bent you over and fucked you?” Bryan’s mind flashed to the first time in your office. Your underwear was in his pocket as he took you from behind, coming deep inside of you. “Mmmm-hmmm, that’s the one.” You purred. “God... send me a picture. I want to see.”

“One second.”

You reached over for your cellphone and took two photos: one of down your blouse and for the other, you hiked up your skirt and spread your legs, showing off the thin strip of material that dared call itself underwear. You hit send and waited in eager anticipation for Bryan’s response. You heard him growl and you keened. “I’m already so wet.” You purred some more. Your cellphone vibrated with a new incoming message and when you opened it, it was an image of his hand fisted around his thick, hard cock. Bryan’s cock was thick, with a large vein down the shaft, and stuck straight. You could see a bead of cum already at the head and both your mouth and your cunt salivated. “Oh fuck!” You swore. “That’s what I’d be doing if you were here.” Bryan grunted as he stroked his cock. You lowered your hand down and pulled your panties to the side. You let out a soft moan as your fingers rubbed your swollen nub. “Are you touching yourself?” Bryan asked.

“Yes.” You breathed.

“Good girl.” Bryan replied. “Tell me what you think about when you play with yourself.”

“You fucking me. I think about you making me come with that mouth of yours. Using me like your personal fuck toy.” You continued to rub slow circles on your clit.

“I love making you come.” Bryan purred. “I love how your pussy grips my cock. It’s so fucking tight and wet.” Bryan grunted as he continued to stroke his cock. “If I was there, my face would be buried in between your legs and I wouldn’t stop until you came.”

“Oh yes.” You sighed, slipping a finger inside. “I want to make your whole face wet with my juices. Feel that beard against my skin.”

“Oh, so I shouldn’t shave?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” You growled. You stroked yourself faster. Your tits strained against the confines of you bra. You could hear the sound of Bryan jerking off on the opposite side. “Tell me, how do I taste?”

“So fucking delicious and sweet. I could eat your pussy forever.”

“You have such a talented mouth.”

You stood and shoved your panties roughly down, and sat back down, propping one leg on the edge of your desk, giving you better access to your most intimate part, so you could play with yourself more.

“I am so fucking wet.” You used a hand to grab one of your breasts, squeezing as the other hand continued to stroke your clit.

“Imagine my tongue on your clit, teasing you. Then, I would slide a finger inside you.” Bryan breathed on the phone.

You moaned as slipped your finger back inside of your pussy. You imagined it was Bryan fucking you, hard and fast, not holding back. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Bryan stroked himself rhythmically, squeezing at the base with every downstroke. “If you were here, this cock would be claiming that tight little pussy.”

“You have such a gorgeous cock. I love it so much.” You moaned. “I miss feeling you in me. You always feel so good inside me.”

Bryan spit into his hand before resuming his movements, now stroking faster. He let out a moan, imagining it was your tight, wet cunt gripping his cock instead. “I think I’m going to cum just thinking about it. Fuck - I love hearing you moan like that.”

You couldn’t even respond. You were too focused on the pleasure building as you finger fucked yourself. Bryan released himself once more to cup his balls, massaging gently before resuming his stroking. “Fuck I’m so hard right now. My cock would be buried deep inside you, fucking you so damn hard. Can you picture it?”

“Oh yes! Pound my little pussy with your big cock. You moaned again, quickening your movements. “I need you to fuck me hard, make me come.”

“You are such a good little slut, aren’t you?” Bryan rasped. “Imagine this cock impaling that pussy, over and over. Filling you up with my load. It would drip out of you, making your thighs sticky.”

Eyes closed, Bryan pictured the curves of your body, the sweat dripping off your skin.

He imagined your hot, soaking pussy wrapped around his cock, taking him deep. ““Do you know how beautiful it is to watch your body tremble as you come? To know that this cock is making you fall apart? I love that look on your face when you start to cum around my cock. Makes me want to come.”

You shuddered at his words, your skin pinpricking. “I want you to finish wherever you like.”

“My darling, naughty minx. Maybe I should come in your mouth.”

“Yes!” You whined. “Come in my mouth. I want to taste you.”

“Keep that pretty little mouth open to me. Taste yourself when I am fucking that mouth.” Bryan growled. “That pretty little face deserves to get fucked.”

““Oh fuck! I am going to cum,” you warned, the coil in your belly about to explode as you now just focused on your clit.

“Come for me.” Bryan commanded as he pumped his length over and over again. “Tell me who owns your pussy!”

You choked out Bryan’s name as you rubbed yourself to completion. You did not care who around you heard. As you came down, you could hear Bryan breathing deeply, the sound of him stroking his cock. Bryan moaned your name as his hips bucked; his balls felt heavy in his hands. That familiar coil in his gut emerged, signaling his own need for release. Bryan began to stroke himself feverishly, working faster and faster.

“I am on my knees. Finish on my face… on my mouth. Like that time in your office.”

Bryan’s hips jerked forward and he grunted your name as he came all over his hand and his pants. Bryan continued to stroke himself languidly, squeezing out every last bit of cum. With a shuddering sigh, he tried to bring his labored breathing back to normal.

“Oh sir, give me every last drop of your delicious cum. Your little slut loves it.” You purred.

“Fucking Christ, Y/N.” Bryan replied as he grabbed some tissues to clean up. “I ruined my suit. I have court this afternoon.”

“Don’t you have spare?” You asked as you pulled up your panties and straightened yourself up.

“I do, thankfully.”

“Well there you go counselor. Now this was fun, but I really do have to get going. I have so much to do.” You sighed, looking back at your computer.

“Finish that merger darling. I am flying out on the next flight after court.”

-FIN-

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jamesashtonisbae · 3 years

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The Cardinal Rules of Basketball . . . with Bryce Lahela

Word Count: 2172

Pairing: Bryce x MC (Bentley Rogers)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, allusions to sexual content

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to Pixelberry studios.

Author’s Note: Yo, does anyone else miss Bryce Lahela? Yeah same.We all know Bryce is a goddamn king, so it comes as no surprise that he loves Women’s Basketball like a real man should. Can guarantee no one was happier than our guy when the Stanford Cardinal got the W in March Madness. Tagging @mrskvall because of the photo of Bryce in the championship shirt!

Bentley Rogers sauntered over to Bryce with a flirtatious smile on her lips. She hadn’t seen him outside of work for a few weeks, and she missed him. As much as she wanted to say she missed Bryce the person, today she was mainly missing Bryce the sex god. She hadn’t enjoyed his “company” outside of work in a long time. And god, was she horny.

So she leaned against the nurses station, batting her eyelashes, “Hey there stud, got any plans for tonight?” she let her hand fall on his forearm, gently stroking it with her long nails.

He laughed, looking down at her trying her best to seduce him, “Ah, actually I do.”

“Well maybe you should take a raincheck . . . because I promise you, it’s guaranteed to be wet. Well, I am.”

“Hmm, you’re doing a good job flirting today, B, but there’s no way to raincheck this one.”

“How can you have plans you can’t raincheck? Do you really not want to spend time with me? I’ve been practicing my breathing in yoga lately, so I can give a blowjob way better than I used to. And if your reactions are anything to go by, I was pretty good before . . . .”

“Bentley Rogers, nice try, but I can’t raincheck it because it’s the most important basketball game of the year.”

“It’s April, basketball doesn’t get important until like June.”

“Bentley, as a strong woman yourself, I would think what you consider “basketball” would be a bit broader than the NBA.”

Bentley hadn’t watched a basketball game in ages, but she did recall the Stanford Cardinal had made the National Championship.

“Ah,” she said. “College basketball.”

“You can join if you want, but I have to warn you, I’m worse about watching basketball than I am at playing it. I’m not a nice guy.”

“Oh, would you say you’re a bit . . . aggressive?”

“Mmm, you don’t know the half of it,” he leaned down and nipped her lip quickly, so quick no one watching would notice. “But if you want, you and your friends can come watch it at my place.”

“No offense, but your place is super small. What about if you come to my place and we all watch it together, and then after we can have some victory sex?”

“Not an Arizona fan?”

“Not that, just a happy Bryce fan.”

“You’re a good woman, Bentley Rogers.”

“Well, Bryce Lahela, what food can I get for tonight? Anything you want, after all, Bloom doesn’t pay me the big bucks to get you cheap pizza.”

“Mmm, wings, nachos, those types of things. Even bad pizza.”

“Well consider yourself treated. It’s at five, right?”

He nodded, “You don’t have to do this, Bentley. That’s so nice of you.”

“If I’m honest, I’m doing this because I’m horny as fuck and I need you, really bad.”

“So I am just a piece of meat to you, Rogers, aren’t I?”

She laughed, then turned serious, squeezing his forearm, “Not even close.”

...

Later that night, Bentley had changed into a pair of leggings and a plain red sweatshirt. Every time she had tried to steal Bryce’s Stanford hoodie, he stole it back the next time they slept together. This was one of those times when he had taken it back. She smiled at the thought of getting it back eventually, and then eventually just living in the same place as both Bryce and the hoodie.

But they weren’t official. She had no idea why, he hadn’t brought it up in three years, so maybe he didn’t want it. Even after she almost died, he didn’t make a move to lock it down, but god did she want to. If she was honest, she was in love with him. She had been since the night she met Keiki and he opened up about his life. And maybe, just maybe, after his team won the national championship, it would be a good time to tell him.

She took a seat next to Bryce, who was watching the pregame festivities. Everyone else was in the kitchen, gabbing and eating.

“Nervous?” she asked, taking his hand in hers.

“Yeah. We haven’t won one since 92, and I wasn’t even a fan yet.”

“Were you even alive yet?”

“No.”

“Who is your favorite player?”

Bryce smiled over at her, rambling on about Anna Wilson and Kiana Williams. She listened to him happily. His face was lit up, and she thought it was really cute that he was so excited about this women’s basketball game. And about his team in general. She thought he was adorable all the time, but right now he was at his most adorable.

As he was talking, hands waving around animatedly, she leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He stopped abruptly, “What was that for?”

“You’re just so cute.”

He blushed and returned the kiss on her cheek.

“Well that was about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Sienna said coming over and taking a seat by Bentley. Raf sat down next to Sienna, balancing a plate filled with food.

Bentley stood up, “Quack quack. Bryce you want anything?”

He nodded and she went over to fill up two plates, then dropped them off with Bryce before grabbing a couple of beers for them. She sat down, cheersed him, and then dug into the wings she had piled high on her plate. Bryce set his down and didn’t touch it for the entire first quarter. He just leaned forward with his head in his hands and didn’t pay attention to anything else. After the game was at the first quarter break, he leaned back and started eating finally. Bentley wrapped her arm around his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“They got this, baby. Don’t worry.”

“Oh I’m worried. Very worried.”

“Well, I’ll let you be worried. But if you ever don’t want to hold your own hand and need mine, I’m here. I can’t fix it for you, but I can be right here beside you.”

“I appreciate it, but it’s going to get a lot worse before it gets better.”

“Okay, I’m here. You sat by my side when I was literally dying, I can sit beside you now.”

“You’re nice, but I’m going to be really mean if it stays close.”

“I can take it, Bryce. Also I don’t believe you’ll ever be mean to me, you lo-like me too much.”

“Hmm, I guess I probably won’t. But it’s not going to be pretty,” he leaned over and kissed her lip gently. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Do whatever you need to do, Bry. I’m here with you, even if you get mad. Even if you get mad at me. Maybe not if you get mad at Elijah, but otherwise I’m here for you.”

“I could never be mad at Elijah, that kid is way too nice.”

Elijah wasn’t paying attention, he had his laptop out on his lap, going over some of his research. Everyone else looked over at him and he finally noticed what was happening and joined back in for a few minutes, at least until halftime.

Bryce was a bit calmer at halftime, taking a few more bites of his food, then putting his arm around Bentley as they watched the halftime show. She smiled softly, leaning into Bryce and letting him hold her. Even this she had missed. He was the guy she wanted to be with all the time. Just being next to him watching tv was preferable to going out and being hit on by other guys, who may be hot, but just weren’t Bryce. He was her best friend.

She looked up at him watching the analysts intently. He was hanging on Carolyn Peck’s every word and she let out a giggle, drawing his attention.

“What?”

“I like this side of you.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. It’s cute to see you nerding out over women’s sports. I think it’s the mark of a good man to care about women’s sports if you say you like men’s sports too.”

“It’s a lot of fun to watch. I went to more women’s sporting games at Stanford than men’s. What were we even good at? Maybe we pretended to be good at football, but I don’t think we really were.”

“Well it’s cute regardless of why.”

“You’re cute,” he said, giving her a gentle kiss. “I appreciate you watching this with me. I’ll get worse before I get better.”

He was right. With five seconds left, Bryce was at his worst. He was standing up and pacing between the couch and the windows. Bentley knew the ball was going to be in Aari McDonald’s hands, it was just going to come down to if she made the shot or not. And in the end, she didn’t.

Before Bentley could even process what had happened, Bryce had picked her up and swung her around. She was laughing, he was cheering, and everyone else was smiling. Bentley did like McDonald, but she liked Bryce more, so she was happy.

Bryce cheered and celebrated, then calmed down to watch all the interviews and post-game coverage, but everyone else who didn’t have work the next day started making plans to go out. Bentley glanced over at Bryce, who was engrossed in the television.

“I think we’ll maybe catch up later,” Bentley said, Bryce having no clue what was going on at all. He kept watching attentively after everyone left and she leaned her head against his shoulder. Eventually he realized she was there and settled back into the corner, tugging her closer so she was cuddled up with him. She slung her legs over his knees and let him pull her up so she was almost on his lap.

The tv moved on and started talking about other things, and Bryce’s attention turned solely to her, “Do you want to catch up with everyone else?”

She shook her head, “No. I just want to be with you.”

He grinned, then reached under her knees and picked her up. They headed over to her room and he deposited her onto the bed, then jumped in and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug.

“Today all I wanted to do was sleep with you, but now all I want to do is talk to you. I’ve missed you loads Bryce.”

He smiled softly, tenderly running his hand over her hair, “I’ve missed you too. I don’t like only seeing you for a few minutes at work. I need you to be in my life more than that.”

“I need to be in your life more than that, too. I hate this.”

“So what do we do to fix it?”

She sighed, “We can pick days where I come over or where you come over, but that will get annoying really quickly.”

“Well, no one lives with me. I wouldn’t need any approval for you to just, move in with me?”

She grinned up at him, “You want me to move in with you?”

He nodded, “You wouldn’t have to pay rent until your lease is up here. My parents send me more money than I need for Keiki and I know it’s because they want to pay for me and get me back in their lives. So I use that to pay for rent, so you not doing it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Bryce, are you really wanting me to move in with you?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I am. Bentley, you’ve been my life saver since I came here. I’ve never had a relationship like the one I have with you. You’re such a good friend to me, and I can tell you have some sort of affection for me. I haven’t had these feelings before, Bentley. I love you.”

“Bryce!” she exclaimed, tugging him closer to press her lips to his. They kissed passionately, letting each other get reacquainted with the other in this way. They hadn’t had a kiss like this anywhere but a supply closet for a really long time. And finally, she pulled away and said it back.

“I love you, too, Bryce Lahela.”

His grin was so wide as he met her lips again, “This is the best night of my life.”

“I think it’s going to get better,” she said with a smile. “Although I just want to be with you, that victory sex does sound pretty good.”

“Before we jump to that, think we should make you my girlfriend?”

“Why not? Let’s go for the big three!”

“Happy to. Bentley will you be my girlfriend?”

She nodded, “Yes! Oh Bryce, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

“Now let me show you just how much,” she said, reaching for the waistband of Bryce’s sweats. He met her eyes with a mischievous grin and let her move down to where she most wanted to be.

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ivory-sunflower · 3 years

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Arty Art Things ✨

Hellooo!

I've decided to post some of the arty things I've done either recently or in the last few years, well the pieces I'm somewhat proud of at least. All my posts tend to be a lot more wordy than they need to be but hey it's what I do here!

Conchúr White

Anyone one who's been on this blog for a bit will have probably have seen me talk about this lovely Irish fella. The pencil drawing is actually a year old as of yesterday, I only know that because screenshots of me flipping out about Conchúr following me on twitter popped up in my memories yesterday. I think I'd sent it to him at about 3 in the morning (I was not in a good head space at that point in time), so probably not what he was expecting to see when he opened his phone in the morning aha

The biro version is much more recent: I got bored while sat at my desk and doing research about university courses, saw a biro, saw my old drawing of Conchúr, had an idea. I revisited my GCSE art techniques and here we are. Again, I put this up on Twitter and now (at the the time I'm writing this) when you google "Conchúr White" it's the third top image of him which is a bit mad really. I think I spent all of about 20 minutes on Conchúr but another 45 minutes on the words behind him. The words are the names of the songs on his EP 'Bikini Crops', he doesn't just really love the idea of Channing Tatum driving him around at night in a daisy print bikini... Well maybe he does but what he does in his spare time is none of my business...

TechDif

So I mentioned that the pencil drawing of Conchúr came from a rough patch in my mental health and this one is no different! In fact this one came from an even worse circumstance so we love to see it. I had a bad, bad time in July and this started as a way of distracting myself from what was going on in my head. Without it, I can't honestly say I'd still be here so even if the final product of this had been a terrible mess I would still love it for keeping me alive. However, it did not turn out to be a terrible mess!

Now that the origin of this is out the way, where do I start with TechDif? Unlike Conchúr, I haven't really talked about them on here (unless you count one brief post about Citation Needed) before so I guess I'll do it here. The Technical Difficulties are a wonderful group of 4 British fellas who have had their fair share of fun online and even before. They did a radio show at university together, which went on to become their Reverse Trivia Podcast, later moving on to a panel show called 'Citation Needed': and a game called 'Two of These People Are Lying'. All of which I would thoroughly reccomend, they're one of my go to things when I'm having a rough time. All 4 of them are excellent! Tom Scott (red top, blue jeans on the picture) has his own YouTube channel which does content aside from TechDif. If you're quite nerdy and like science, linguistics, computers, or any number of other things you may enjoy Tom's channel. He is probably best described as "The Moderator" of the group, much like a tired teacher he tries desperately to keep everyone on track with what they're meant to be doing, but usually it does not end well for him. Then we have Matt Gray (space top, holding an ice cream) who also has a channel away from TechDif stuff, he does techy electronic things and has a series called 'Will it Soft Serve?' where he puts all kinds of strange things through a soft serve machine. Matt brings a very specific energy to TechDif and I can't fully describe what that vibe is but I love it. Matt and Tom also share a YouTube channel where TOTPAL is posted and they had a series called 'The Park Bench'. Moving on to everybody's favourite Gary Brannan: Gary Brannan (SATIRE hoodie, glasses) and can I just say, what a fella he is! He's just excellent! He is the one that will argue and rip into Tom the most (not in a malicious way) and hilarity ensues. There are some episodes where he is absolutely on it, getting all the points and others where he very clearly has no idea and that's where some of his funniest quotes come from. Given how badly I was doing at the time I made this, his response to it on Twitter was so so lovely. I specifically remember one tweet where he said I'd made him happy and although it was probably a flippant comment, it just made feel alright for a bit. Yeah I might be feeling awful right now, but I've made someone else happy so that's a nice feeling. Then last but certainly not least, we have Chris Joel (buffalo check shirt, beard)! I would be lying if I said he isn’t my favourite... His sense of humor is the one I vibe with most, he can get rather dramatic in parts and can chat bollocks like a champion. He has absolutely no online presence away from TechDif and, like Rens from Temples, I fully believe he’s a cryptid and lives off in a tree somewhere.

The picture took me about 4 days to complete, well 4 nights because I did most of it between the hours of 12 a.m. and 7a.m. - I remember watching the sun come through my window each morning. It’s made up of lots of little pieces, all cut out and stuck on; even the sky and hills are made of separate pieces of paper. Nothing was actually drawn on the piece of paper it’s all stuck on, it’s not how I usually do things but if I messed up one little but I could just redraw it rather than ruining the whole thing. The most tedious parts to make were Chris’ shirt because I had to draw each square individually and then join the as well, and cutting out the ban-hammer in the bottom right was surprisingly hard. Every single detail of the picture is a reference to the podcast/shows, I still have the plan sketch and reference list knocking about somewhere. I listened to a lot of true crime videos while making it to the point that certain parts remind me of different cases: the brandy now reminds me of Peter Tobin, and the big spiral thing reminds me of Tim McLean (very harrowing case) - sorry that fact is a bit morbid but interesting nonetheless.

I did post this for a little bit back in July, but I received some rather awful messages so I took it down. Generally, Tom Scott/TechDif fans are lovely but there’s been a few that have taken a disliking to me for some reason so I’m hoping they don’t resurface again. I’m in a better head space now though, so even if they do I’m more equipped to deal with it this time.

Hozier

This was a quick sketch I did in April, I was getting bored with lockdown and decided to summon the bog man himself. There’s not really much more backstory than that, no poor mental health story, no fun twitter story - he’s just here. He’s vibing. I will say I’m particularly proud of his nose, I just think it’s one of the best noses I’ve ever drawn. His hand is okay, but I think that the hands on my Conchúr drawings are better. So there is the Hozi-Boi...

The Corpse Bry

I’ve talked about Bry on here before as well, I love him, he’s excellent, top lad. He is a living Tim Burton character, he’s 6′6, very skinny, and his legs are longer than my will to live. I was watching ‘The Corpse Bride’ a few weeks ago and suddenly had an idea and so ‘The Corpse Bry’ came to be. I gave him a little panda friend because the panda has always been his animal - he used to wear a panda beanie all the time and his album had a panda on the cover. Again, there’s not really a fun story behind this one, I guess it’s somewhat fun because it’s the first art I made after finishing my psychology exams in October so it was nice to actually have the time to draw.

James Bagshaw

Ginger talking about Temples for the third post in a row? it’s more likely than you think! I did this one last week, I’d had a bit of a wobbly day and had group therapy on Teams in the evening and I just couldn’t concentrate on what was going on and I ended up doodling Mr James E. Bagshaw, the glitter crying fraggle man himself. It’s a bare-bones drawing that I could definitely work into more but I’m happy with it as it is to be honest. I’ll be damned if I’m going to sit and add the individual bits of fringe to his jacket, just thinking about doing that makes me tired. Maybe I’ll get around to drawing the whole band at some point...

Alice in “Wonderland”

This one is from about 5(?) years ago, it’s not my typical style and was a “study” based on another artists work (basically i just had to copy this fellas work). I’ll be honest, this one has a sketchy backstory that I won’t go in to because it’s not exactly a nice one, and because of that I also won’t say who the artist is that it’s based on. Despite this, I’m still really proud of this one and I’m so sad that I never got this piece back after I got taken out the class. I’ve considered trying this style again, I’ve even joked about doing another Conchúr drawing in this style as a nod to my progression through GCSE art, eventually leading to Conchúr drawn in ink on music manuscript and stained with neon paint and dyes - it would be quite the project!

So this has been quite a lengthy post so apologies about that but life goes on. Similar to the vinyl post, I’ll probably add to this as and when I make more art. Even if no one is reading these posts, I’m enjoying making them so that’s the main thing. It’s just nice to document things and the feelings that go with them. 💕

~ Love Ginger xx

29/11/2020

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ai-katsuu · 4 years

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Hans and Briar Rose (1/1)

story is made thanks to @oceanspray5 and @hanadoesstuffbadly <3 i wanted to write a bit about them, specifically after they break their curses. to read about what happened previously see their backstory

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“Are you ready?”

Hans looked at the beautiful princess beside him. The small holes of sun rays hitting her face as the wall of bushes blocks her last path.

Briar Rose nodded firmly, “I’m ready.”

Hans took her hand and gently squeezed it. They both stepped forward and made their way through the bushes, outside the forest.

Briar held her hand up to cover her face as fresh sunshine shone. Once her eyes had adjusted to the light she took in the sight. Beautiful green mountains with snowy white tips, grass so much greener than the grey ones in her forest, flowers that never bloomed back there, and a gentle breeze that lifted her braid midair. Briar let out a small gasp, which Hans noticed right away.

“I understand it’s been awhile, and it might be a little scary but-“

“AHHH!” she lifted her arms and screamed out of joy.

Adrenaline completely took over her body. She ran barefooted across the cool grass, she did cartwheels near the lake, just in pure bliss that she was finally free.

“Briar please, your dress-! And the river, you might fall!” Hans said with a light red face, unsure where to look as his gaze went back and forth checking on her to make sure she didn’t fall doing her cartwheels.

Briar tumbled on the grass, laughing and giggling to herself as she sat up. She tried her best to fix her hair but it was practically useless by then.

Finally, Hans caught up to her. “Briar...please..” he said trying to catch his breath, “I’m very happy as well but-“

“Oh Hans!” she suddenly jumped up and embraced him, tackling him down on the grass. Surprised by the sudden action, Hans could only widen his eyes, flustered, unsure where to put his hands.

“I can’t believe it really worked! Thank you so much, I don’t even know what I could do to thank you!” she smiled down at him. As much time they spent together in the woods, she still managed to make him downright melt at the sight of her smile.

He laughed a bit, “You sort of just broke my curse so we’re kinda good.”

Briar giggled and placed a quick kiss on his forehead before running back around the field. Hans sat himself up as he smiled at her, his hand touching his forehead. Briar continued to explore the outside world while Hans followed her as she sprinted through the fields. She picked several flowers, swung around fruit trees, and even almost jumped in the lake before Hans just barely managed to stop her.

When she had finally calmed down the pair had found a small shaded area where Hans could cook them a quick lunch. Lying down on her stomach, resting her head on her hands, Briar swung her legs up and down as she watched Hans cook, eagerly awaiting the food in the pot. (Which Hans became used to at this point but he found it adorable.)

“Here you are,” he handed her a bowl of mushroom soup. “To your first meal outside of the forest!” he exclaimed.

Briar giggled and took a sip of the meal. “Mmm, oh Hans, amazing as always!” she closed her eyes and savored the taste of a warm meal. Hans merely smiled, the usual pride in his chest whenever she ate his cooking.

It’s like what his father used to say, ‘The secret in becoming a good chef is to meet a woman that will make you want to give all the food you make to her.’

Content with the results, he leaned back on the tree as he took a bite of his own meal. “So Bry, where are you going now?” Hans asked her.

She suddenly stopped eating and looked up as in thought, “I..I haven’t really thought about that.” she said in realization.

“If you want!” Hans spoke soon after, “You can join the rest of the group back in the White Castle! That’s where they mostly hang out and they’d be happy to have you.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand out of habit, “You think so?”

Hans nodded, “I’d especially love to meet Gretel at least. Oh and they don’t even know my curse is broken, you should definitely be there for that.” he laughed.

“Mm..yeah..” she looked sideways and took another bite of her food.

Hans noticed her change in demeanor, “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded, “Yeah it’s just..I’m a little scared,” she admitted, “I’m sure they’re all lovely people but I don’t wanna make a fool of myself. I know you’ve told me all about them but I just wanna make a good first impression.”

“Hey, hey,” Hans looked at her, “You have nothing to worry about, I of all people know you have a good heart. And although it takes a few years off my life to see it, you’re very spontaneous and active. You don’t have to worry about acting all royal there, being yourself is the best thing you could do.” he assured her.

Briar looked at him for a bit before breaking into a smile and stirring her soup, “Thanks, Hans.” They finished up their lunch and made their way back to King White’s castle.

Hans looked at the large gates and thought for a bit. It would probably be too much to enter through the main gates, it would be better if they used the basement entrance, otherwise known as the triplets workshop.

He opened the door, relieved that they had left it unlocked. “Wow, it’s really dark, can you see anything?” Briar moved around.

“I don’t know, but be careful, the triplets have a lot of stuff here. Let me get the light switch.” he tried navigating his way through the room, careful not to bump or trip on anything.

“Oh!” she lightly yelped as she stepped on something.

“You okay?” Hans whipped his head around and rushed to her side.

“Yeah yeah,” she stood on one foot as her hand held her other. Hans steadied her balance. “I just stepped on something sharp, I should really get some shoes after thi-”

Flick

For the second time that day Briar’s eyes had to adjust to the changing light. Once her vision had cleared she saw several individuals sitting on chairs and couches on the far end of the room, all eyes staring at them. They seemed to have been in the middle of a snack meeting as there was food around the table.

“Oh-uh” Hans stood up, suddenly unsure what to say.

“He brought the girl home, pay up.” Merlin nudged Arthur to which he groaned and gave him another bag of Dog Food.

“Wait, you guys aren’t surprised? I’m human again!” he moved his hands up and down.

“You snuck out of the castle almost every day with a basket of food that was way too much for even you to eat. It was kind of obvious.” Jack traced the rim of his teacup with his pinky.

“Yeah, you would always have this stupid smile on your face while cooking.” Goldie laughed.

“W-what smile? I don’t smile!” he said stuttering and looking back and forth between them and Briar, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t believe them, I wasn’t excited to see you. No I mean I was excited to see you but I never smiled while cooking, I mean who does that?” he rambled on.

“Urgh stop, you’re scaring her.” Gretel rolled her eyes and smiled. She was the first one to walk over and both took Briar’s hands with her own.

“Hi, I’m-”

“Gretel, right?” Briar shyly smiled, “Hans told me so much about his beloved sister.”

Gretel looked taken aback and looked at her brother, “Beloved?”

Hans frowned and averted gaze, “What..I don’t know what she’s talking about..” he mumbled.

“Aww you do love me!” she beamed and ran towards her brother, head locking him like she used to do when they were kids.

“Ow! Gret stop, I hate it when you do this!”

“Oh don’t be such a weakling.”

“I am not!”

While the twins were busy wrestling on the far end of the room, Snow, Audrey, and Goldie got out of their seats and made their way towards the seemingly dainty girl.

“You’re so pretty!”

“Oh, thank you, I-”

“What’s your name?”

“Uhm..Briar Rose,”

“No way I’ve heard about you so much! Where have you been this whole time?”

At Goldie's question, Hans poked his head up and pushed his sister off him (resulting in a small ‘ow’ from her) he quickly went to her side, putting his hands on her arms as he spoke to the girls, “You guys don’t have to ask. Bry is a lovely person, that’s all you need to know.”

“Aww gross, you two have nicknames.” Peter Pan jokingly said while smirking.

“Hypocrite,” Kio mumbled before throwing a bag of Dog Food at his face.

“Snow White?” Hans called her, “do you think you girls could show Briar around the castle? Get to know her a bit.”

Snow smiled, “Of course. C’mon Briar, there’s this really cool room we have I wanna show you!” she eagerly pulled her along.

“Oh, alright,” she said, smiling a bit. Once the girls left the room Hans sat down with his friends, clearly exhausted.

“Alright, you did it!” Merlin threw him a bag of Dog Food, to which Hans gratefully accepted.

“Looks like you’re the last one, sword boy.” Jack looked in Arthur’s direction.

“Watch it, blondie.”

“Are you really not going to tell us where she’s from though?” Noki asked.

“It’s not really my story to tell,” he told them.

“Well we’re very happy for you Hans!” Pino grinned and handed him a glass. “Looks like your cooking finally made its way to a woman's heart!”

Meanwhile Snow had brought the girls to the courtyard for some fresh air. “So what do you do for fun Briar?” Goldie asked.

“Oh! Well…” she thought about making a good first impression by saying something elegant like her parents had taught her, but after what she’s been through with Hans she decided she no longer needed to do that. “I like to sword-fight!” she said.

“No way really? Why don’t you show us? I’ll go against you!” Audrey beamed.

She stretched her arm towards the fountain and the water came flowing to her hand, forming what looked like to be a thin sword. “I promise I won’t use any of my powers aside from this.”

Briar, amazed by the magic, got excited and rapidly nodded her head. “Yeah, sure!”

Audrey had a lot of experience using her magic, her water made it easy to capture her enemies, and thus her battles ended quickly. But aside from her sword, she wasn’t supposed to use any magic, which unfortunately also meant that she didn’t have enough stamina to last her a full on sword fight.

Panting as she held the fountain for support, she breathed out, “H-How..how are you not even sweating?” she looked at Briar.

“C’mon, you can still last!” she shouted encouragingly.

“Yeah no I really can’t…” she whispered tiredly.

“What’s going on here?” the F7 and Peter walked in the courtyard.

“You,” Audrey pointed her sword at Hans, then at Briar, “Your woman is crazy athletic, she’s not even tired.” Audrey breathed out.

“Or you just have really bad stamina without your powers,” Peter flew and hovered above her. “you look like you're dying.”

“Shut up, you're next.”

“I have to say,” Gretel walked up to her brother, “I’m a little surprised she broke your curse, she’s so...different from you.”

Hans laughed as he gently pushed her. “Indeed she is.”

#red shoes and the 7 dwarfs #red shoes and the seven dwarfs #briar rose #briar x hans #red shoes movie #red shoes #prince hans #hansel and gretel #red shoes hans

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buckthegrump · 4 years

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I hate you, really hate you

Summary: You’re married and truths about your marriage are about to come to light.

Warnings: cheating, angst, slight fluff

Word Count: 3.6 k+

A/n: this is for @sgtbxckybxrnes my prompt was enemies to lovers

“Do you ever do anything other than scowl?” Y/n asked Bucky.

They were in the middle of another one of their arguments. No one was quite sure where the fight had started but it had been going on for at least fifteen minutes, at this point it was probably closer to the twenty-minute mark.

“Do you ever do anything other than talk? All you ever seem to do is run your mouth, it’s like you can’t control it. And don’t even get me started on how much you gossip,” Bucky said.

“Oh, how much I gossip?” She scoffed.

“One of these days,” Bradley stood up and placed his hands on his wife’s shoulders, “you two are going to get along long enough for us to get through a brunch.”

“Can we go?” Y/n turned to her husband and he nodded.

“We will see you all later,” Bradley smiled.

Y/n said her goodbyes and then glared at Bucky while she waited for Bradley to be done. They walked out of the restaurant getting a few glares from the older patrons.

Bucky hadn’t always been apart of the group. He was the most recent member having moved back home after living in London for a few years. Steve swore that he was nice and that everyone would love him, clearly, he’d been wrong.

From the first time they met a few years ago, Bucky and Y/n butted heads. It was never anything serious and their fights, while always loud, never had any real substance. They never said anything truly hurtful to the other.

Bradley opened the car door for Y/n and she got in and huffed and grumbled the whole way home.

“Sweetie, it’s just Bucky. You should really learn to get along with him.” Bradley placed his hand on her knee as he drove home.

“I’ll try baby,” she sighed, “But he just makes it so hard. He has to contradict everything I say.”

“Wasn’t he agreeing with you today?”

Y/n paused because she couldn’t remember but that wasn’t the point. The point was that Bucky annoyed the hell outta her and she would just like one meal where he didn’t speak any and every time that she did.

* * *

She pushed her cart around the grocery store, one of the front wheels was wobbly and it had been the last cart so it was either that or a basket.

Y/n had gotten off work early so she thought she might as well get something done before Bradley got home. She stared at the quarts of ice cream trying to decide which one to get when someone bumped into her.

“Oh I’m so sor-” the familiar voice cut off when she turned and made eye contact with Bucky. “Oh, what are you doing here?”

She glared at him. “People need food to live, Bucky. Are you going to finish that apology?”

“Well, I was but then you opened your mouth and suddenly I feel like the universe is punishing me for coming to the store today.” Bucky looked at her then to the ice cream. “There’s that scowl again.”

“I wasn’t scowling until I was greeted by your face,” she muttered.

Bucky chuckled lightly and opened the freezer and grabbed the last thing of chocolate cookie dough. Y/n bit the inside of her cheek to stop her self from complaining, but that was the exact flavor she was going to get before somebody ran into her.

He put the ice cream in his basket and walked away.

She spent the rest of the shopping trip groaning to herself, mumbling about how much of a dick Bucky was. She was loading up her trunk when she saw Bucky again.

He stretched out his hands which were holding the ice cream. She gave him a confused look but took the ice cream and he smiled.

“Happy birthday,” was all he said before shoving his hands in his pockets and walked away.

Now she was angry for a completely different reason. She was upset that he was nice to her, and yes it was her birthday and she thought the gesture was cute but couldn’t it have come from anyone else?

After she got home and finished putting away the groceries she started angrily cooking dinner.

Bradley probably would’ve offered to cook but he wasn’t home yet and she really didn’t mind.

* * *

It was almost eight o’clock. She had long finished the meal and plated it and set up the table. The bottle of wine that she’d chilled for dinner was half gone.

She chuckled to herself darkly and ate by herself before tossing his plate. She grabbed her iPad form the counter and sat down on the couch. It didn’t take her long to realize that she’d actually grabbed Bradley’s iPad, not that it mattered much she was only going to use it to watch something before going to bed.

But it was hard to focus on the movie when notifications for messages kept coming in. With the intention to turn the conversation on silent before she continued her show, she clicked on the messages.

* * *

A few weeks after her birthday it was time for their monthly brunch. Carol, Maria, Sam, Steve, and Bucky were all in the lobby of the restaurant when Y/n got there with Bradley.

They all greeted each other, except Bucky stood off to the side and stared at Y/n. Almost as if he was trying to figure something out about her. She really didn’t want to get into it with him so she left it alone.

There was a spot open in front of her because there las still one person missing. Bucky and Maria were on either side of the open seat, while Bradley was on Y/n’s left side talking to Carol, and Sam was on her other side talking to Steve. Bucky was still silent but no one was talking about that.

“Hey, you guys,” Bryanna greeted and took the open seat. “Sorry I missed last month, I was really busy with something.”

“Oh my god, don’t worry about it,” Y/n smiled at her, “We’re just really glad that you’re here.”

Their server came over and took everyone’s orders and once that was done they began catching up with Bryanna.

Y/n was smiling and nodding at what Bryanna was saying, but she had also gone through a few mimosas pretty quickly and was starting to feel brave.

“Also, I have news,” Bryanna took a deep breath with the biggest smile she could manage on her face, “I’m pregnant.”

There was a brief moment a silence before everyone started congratulating her. Y/n sat there in a state of shock. Her eyes drifted to Bucky who tilted his head at her silently asking if she was ok. Y/n only smiled at him not giving him any real answer.

“Do we know who the father is or is this an I don’t need a man to follow my dreams kind of deal?” Carol asked.

“It was kind of an accident but I’m happy about it,” Bryanna still had a big smile on her face.

Everyone continued to bombard her with questions. Like who was the father? What were her plans? Who were the godparents going to be?

Bryanna gave little to no answers before she said, “Ok, let’s not make this entire brunch about me. Please?”

“I have one question,” Y/n spoke for the first time since Bryanna’s news.

“If you’re going to ask if you can be the godmother my answer is -”

“How long have you been sleeping with my husband?” Y/n cut her off.

The table went dead silent. Bryanna stared at her with wide eyes, she briefly glanced at Bradley. But Y/n didn’t take her eyes off Bryanna once.

“Wh-wh-what. . .What are you talking about?” Bryanna half chuckled.

Y/n sat forward in her chair and braced her weight on the table. “How long have you been sleeping with my husband?”

Everyone’s eyes were bouncing between Bradley, Bryanna, and Y/n.

“Because if I’m doing my math right, I would say about,” Y/n sucked on her teeth while she pretended to think, “I’d say about a year maybe two. With my luck it’s probably been two, right? Which bravo to you two for keeping me in the dark for that long. Ya know what? I lied. I don’t have just one question. I have one more. What fuck? Both of you. It’d be one thing you didn’t know that I existed but you were a bridesmaid at my wedding Bry.”

Y/n reached into her purse and pulled out a manilla envelope and handed it to Bradley. “I hope you two are very happy together.”

* * *

She didn’t know what she expected. But it sure as shit wasn’t this. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she’d hoped that Bradley would come after her and beg to talk to her so he could apologize.

But here shew as hours after she’d stormed out of brunch, the sun was setting and there was still no sign of him.

It wasn’t like she was going to take him back. She meant it when she’d handed him the divorce papers. But she’d be lying if she said that she felt fine with the fact that he hadn’t even tried to chase after her.

“Y/n!” Bradley’s voice boomed from the other side of the door while he pounded his hand against the wood. “Open the door!”

She smiled to herself as she drank more of her wine, she hadn’t bother with a glass tonight. She had the locks changed yesterday. Y/n had almost decided to do all of this quietly but when Bryanna showed up at brunch she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold back the part of her that needed to be dramatic. And it saved her the trouble of having to tell her friends.

“You can’t just serve me divorce papers and change the locks!” He yelled. It had been a while since she heard him yell at anyone.

Giving in she walked over to the door and reached for the lock.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch about it,” he said in a lower voice. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting her to be standing close enough to the door to be able to hear what he was saying.

“What the fuck did you just say?” A new voice asked. It was the very last person on earth that Y/n ever expected. “She has made it very clear that she does not want to talk to you. So why don’t you go ahead and run along now and leave her alone.”

“Are you sleeping with her?” Bradley demanded.

“You have no right to ask me that, you lost that right when you crawled into bed with someone else. Now get out of my face,” Bucky said.

The door of a car slammed shut and there was a soft knock at the door.

“Y/n?” Bucky’s voice calmly asked. “Listen, you don’t have to open the door or let me in or anything. Can you just let me know if you’re alive? I need to know if you’re ok.”

Y/n only thought about it for a split second before opening the door. She looked at Bucky who’s eyebrows were furrowed. They were both surprised by her actions and to further the shock, she stepped aside so he could enter.

He walked in and looked around.

“You know I’ve never actually bee in here before,” he said off-handedly. He turned around and took in her appearance. It was at that moment she realized what she looked like. Her face was probably puffy from the tears from earlier in the day, her old gray sweat pants had stains from lord knows what, and her shirt was thinning and had so many holes it no longer counted as a shirt. “How are you?”

She chuckled. “I’m fine,” she said but then a sob broke through and she began to cry, again. “Except I’m not. I really thought he was the one ya know? He was one of the first people who ever looked at me and found me interesting and on top of that, he found me attractive. And this is gonna sound so dumb but there’s no guarantee that I’ll find that again.”

“Y/n -” Bucky said softly but was cut off.

“That’s not even the worst part.” She took a shaky breath and continued. “The worst part is I know when and why this happened. And it’s my fault.”

“No -”

“But it is Bucky. We’d been trying for a child for a while and it wasn’t going well, and I think that’s part of the reason I was so mean to you when we first met. Which isn’t a valid reason and I do apologize for that. But just before you got here we went to the doctor to find out what was wrong. And it turns out it’s me. I was what was wrong with the whole thing. We continued to try because the doctor said it wasn’t impossible, and we wanted to wait and see if we could get a miracle before paying thousands and thousands of dollars for a procedure.

“So I guess he went and found himself someone who could give him what he wanted,” she laughed humorlessly.

Bucky walked so he was standing right in front of her and cupped her cheeks with his hands. They were warm and soft and she wanted nothing more than to melt into his touch. He wiped a tear away with his thumb.

“That’s bullshit, all of this, is his fault. And Bryanna’s. No one else’s, least of all yours. He broke his vows and your trust. Even if he has fallen out of love with you, he should have had the decency to talk to you about it before he went off and found someone else, but I don’t see how anyone could. And the whole being mean to me? Sam is always telling me I have a big head anyway and need to be knocked down a few pegs,” he said. She laughed softly at the last part which made Bucky smile.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Of course.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way. But why are you here? I thought you hated me.”

Bucky scoffed. “The past year would’ve been a lot easier if I had, but I can’t. I’ve tried.”

He smiled and dropped his hands. His mouth hung open as he stepped away. Y/n watched him shocked as he walked out of her house.

“What?”

* * *

Maria and Carol sat on Y/n’s couch while Y/n was pacing in front of it. Monica was sitting on the floor in front of the couch watching Y/n.

“So you’re over your ex-husband already?” Carol asked. “Honestly, we should kill him.”

“Aunt Carol, murdering people isn’t very nice,” Monica said.

“Neither is cheating,” Carol grumbled.

“I don’t think Y/n wants to talk about Bradley,” Maria said.

“Who even goes by ‘Bradley’?” Y/n continued pacing. “That should’ve been the first red flag. And then he shows up here and has the audacity to call me a bitch when he’s the one acting like a bitch -”

“He said what now?” Carol asked.

“And then Bucky shows up and -” en lieu of finishing her sentence Y/n lets out a frustrated groan.

“What does Bucky have to do with any of this?” Maria asked.

Y/n then recounted the events the took place last week after brunch. When she was done she flopped into the armchair next to the couch.

“I mean it makes sense,” Monica said and all the adults turned to her.

“Care to explain?” Carol asked.

“Uncle Bucky is in love with Aunt Y/n,” Monica said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“And who exactly told you that?” Carol asked.

“Bucky did, like last year.” Monica shrugged and walked off to the bathroom without another word.

“That rat bastard,” Y/n muttered and got out of the chair.

“Y/n where are you going?” Carol called after her as she walked out of her own house.

“Do we stay or go?” Maria asked and Carol shrugged.

* * *

Y/n paced the hall in front of apartment 9D. She stopped walking to pound her open palm against the door, relentlessly until it opened.

“Y/n,” Bucky said when he saw her, “What are you -?

“Are you out of your mind?” She asked as she pushed past him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said and shut the door.

“You - I - this - but -”

“That doesn’t help me understand what you’re very clearly angry about.”

“You act like you hate me for years. And then you buy me ice cream on my birthday, fun fact, also the day I finally put together that my husband was cheating on me -”

“What?”

“I am not done, Barnes,” Y/n snapped. “Then you show up right when I needed you last week, but it doesn’t stop there. Because then you go on to tell me all these sweet things that are somehow exactly what I needed to hear.”

Bucky opens his mouth again but snaps it closed again.

“And then I hear from Monica, little Monica, that you are in love with me?” She gestured vaguely around her with her jaw slack. “What the fuck kind of bullshit?”

“What would you have had me do? When I first saw you, I knew that you were exactly the kind of person I could fall in love with. And then I find out you’re already married. So I thought that if I brushed you off that you would ignore me and then once I got over my infatuation then I could become friends with you -”

“That sounds like a load of -”

“I’m not done,” he mirrored her words and she stopped talking, “But then you confronted me about it. And then we started fighting all the time. Instead of me realizing that I could never love someone like you my dumbass goes and does the opposite. It really didn’t take me long to realize I was madly in love with you. But you were married and happily so, or so it appeared.

“And then Monica asked me what was wrong one day and I told her and she said ‘well, you’re fucked aren’t you’. Which is exactly what I needed to hear from a child,” he took a deep breath, “So, yes. I’m in love with you. But I never expected anything to happen and I still don’t. But I don’t hate you, I never did.”

Y/n stood there staring at him and she realized something. She and Bradley haven’t worked for a while, and she hadn’t been in love with him for a while.

“I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear,” Bucky said.

“I just -” she made eye contact with him, “I should go.”

* * *

It didn’t take long for Bradley to agree to sign the divorce papers. After it was finalized Y/n was sad for a short while before Carol told her that she could be sad or she could go out and slut it up. And she did a version of that, she started going on dates.

It had been a few months until she realized that she hated dating. The whole thing was a dance that she no longer found fun, and even though she just got out of a long term relationship she missed it. The problem was she knew who she wanted to be with.

She hadn’t seen him recently, he hadn’t been showing up to the brunches nor the game nights that Maria had started hosting. So Y/n went to him.

She knocked at his door late at night, too late because when he opened the door, he looked like he’d been in the middle of sleeping.

“Shit,” she looked down at her phone and saw the time, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that was the time I’ll come back later.

“No, it’s fine I’m already awake,” he mumbled and walked further into his apartment leaving the door open behind him.

Y/n followed him and closed the door behind him. She rocked back on her heels unsure of how to start.

“Is there a reason that you woke me up in the middle of the night? Or did you just want to stand in the middle of my entryway?” Bucky asked.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” not exactly what she’d planned on saying.

“Well, I confess my love for you, and then you walk away which is fine you’d just found out that your husband had been cheating on you. But then a month later you start dating pretty much everything with a heartbeat -”

“Are you judging me for getting of Bradley?” She scoffed.

“No, I’m pissed because you never said anything else to me about what I said to you that night. You just ignore me and run off doing whatever with whoever. And that hurt, Y/n. I wish you would’ve just told me that you don’t feel the same then I could’ve -”

“And what if I do?” She cut him off.

“What?” He breathed.

“I think I’ve known for a while now but I was married and then I had to make sure that I wasn’t just running into the arms of the first man who said that he loved me. I thought I would need more time but I don’t want anyone else.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on Bucky’s face. “So what now?”

She took a few steps towards him. “What do you want to do?”

“I would like to take you out on a date,” he said.

“I like the sound of that,” she said with a smile.

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