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Fic Rec List - Charles/Max AUs

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On the Ice by @f1tyreslightmyfyre | T | 5.5k Max is a hockey player, and Charles is a figure skater! Cue a lot of teasing and romance. This was so cute!!! I absolutely loved the teasing and the dynamics between Charles and Max. So much fluff! It was also based off of an artwork in the community that everyone needs to see too!

'Max knows that he probably stares like a lovesick puppy, but who can blame him? “Am I dreaming?” He says by way of greeting. “Or is that you, pretty boy?” Charles doesn’t quite roll his eyes as he scoffs in amusement. “Yeah, of course, it’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” He skates in a lazy, easy circle around Max. “I know I’m irresistible, but I know you can do it.”'

nsfw: chemical (can't let go) by @alphatinies | E | 8k Max is in a club bathroom when suddenly, his rut hits. It turns out– his ex, Charles, is willing to help him through it. Even if they broke up 3 months ago. I really loved the A/B/O dynamics! It was a fantastic read and I love the raw dialogue and want that Max has for Charles. Nothing is ever really over!

'They broke up three months ago. Coming here is not only humiliating, but also stupid—they haven’t talked since the break-up, agreed on a clean cut, pretending not to know each other whenever their friend circles happen to cross paths. They’re mature about it. Mostly.'

all this happened, more or less by @lightningmickqueen | ? | 10.3k In lockdown, a popstar named Escalier Des Fleurs has taken storm. It turns out he's a familiar face: Charles Leclerc. And– he's singing about his crush, Max Verstappen. I loved this fic so much! It was one of my first fics I read when I was introduced to the F1 fandom. It's such an adorable story, and is very very VERY reminiscent of Hannah Montana. Read if you want a fluffy, angsty with a happy ending story!!!

'i am having the hardest time processing the fact that the ferrari strategy team cannot put together a strategy but charles leclerc can have two successful and unrelated careers #his team doesn’t know the weather #meanwhile charles is in the car writing a song in his head that will go on to be one of the best selling songs of all time #WITCHCRAFT'

Story of Our Lives by Eviestappen, footysel | G | 16.3k When Charles and Max meet when they are kids, they are both drawn to football. Charles' assists and Max's goals are teamwork at its best. But when Max has to move back to Belgium, they're torn apart. However, life throws them for a loop, and they are reunited again and again. I love a good childhood friends to lovers arc! Plus, this taught me so much about football terminology. It's literally Lestappen IRL but with football instead! Adorable must-read!

When the final whistle blew, they all collapsed onto their knees, shedding a few tears of happiness as they once again crowded the dutch boy. They sang cheers in his honor, hoisting him high up in the air during the trophy presentation. For the first time in my life, it's all so clear. I feel calm like I belong. I'm so happy here. Just as it had been all season, Charles picked up the ‘star of the match’ award posing alongside Max, who had received the ‘player of the tournament’ trophy. The two young boys, predictably future stars, smiling like there was no tomorrow.

nsfw: noir désir by @alphatinies | E | 24k Max moves in with Charles and Pierre. Charles is an artist struggling with inspiration, which he happens to find in Max. There is a lot of longing in this fic which I love, it’s practically palpable. Charles especially struggles with his desire for max as he has a lot of history with Pierre. The mix of it being a character study and exploration, but also having good plot progression was absolutely amazing. One of my absolute favourites and made me feel many emotions. This fic is what AUS23 (1:1) sounds like.

'The desire hasn’t dissipated by the time they pull apart. Charles almost expects there to be a moment of clarity, to realise what he’s done—but that doesn’t come. When Max pulls away, Charles could still drown in his eyes, yearning to taste him again, and he does, leaning forward to press their mouths together. He kisses him eagerly, like he’s trying to prove a point—he wants this just as much as Max does, he can’t stop thinking about him in a way that he hopes is reciprocated, he wants him.'

glitch by @nyoomfruits | T | 26.5k Max is a webmaster at a fashion magazine, and an F1 fan. He has a meet-cute with driver Charles in the elevator at when Charles turns up for a photoshoot. It's love at first sight for Charles. I love an office romance and I guess this was half of one. Max is so not interested at first but Charles is charming and persistent-but-not-pushy and the developing relationship is sweet and unhurried. The fic deals with the realities of dating a famous person when you value privacy. The peanut gallery/Greek chorus provided by Daniel and Lando is hilarious and very in character.

'Daniel opens his mouth, presumably to say thank you, but then he looks at the coffee cup and frowns. “Uh,” he says, pointing at the cup and looking up at Max. “Where’s the rest of it?” Max pulls a face. “Soaking into the shirt of two time Formula One World Driver Champion Charles Leclerc.” “What,” Daniel says, as Lando pops his head over the divider with a gleeful look on his face. “Oh this sounds like it’s going to be good,” he says, as he catches the red bull can Max throws him one handed. “What happened?” Max sighs. “I ran into him in the elevator. Literally. Then I told him he was braking too early on turn 11 yesterday and that’s probably why he lost, and he just kept staring at me, so I kind of panicked, and got out of the elevator three floors too early.” “You are a gift to this earth,” Lando says, sighing delightedly as Daniel howls with laughter next to him. “Like who the fuck does that? Meets one of their favorite drivers and then tells them their braking is shit. Truly, only you. I’m so glad we are friends.” “Max, Maxy, never change,” Daniel says, trying to catch his breath. “God I wish I could have been there.” “You,” Max says, pointing between the two of them with his Red Bull can. “Both suck.” “What was he even doing here?” Lando asks, as Daniel wipes the tears from the corners of his eye. “No clue,” Max says, with a shrug. “Didn’t think to ask.” “Too busy insulting his braking,” Daniel says, sending himself off into another peel of laughter.'

no brakes on by @drivestraight | T | 32.5k Max is a Red Bull driver, but Charles is a (surprisingly good) actor. After a not-so-good meet-cute, they're suddenly drawn together after having to make amends for PR. I love AUs where half of a pair is still a driver yet the other doesn't have to do anything with racing at all! The fic deals with the perils of being famous and always in the spotlight while dealing with romance. And, Sebastian is still driving for Ferrari!

'Real. That’s—that’s a hard concept. For most of Max’s life, the past, the present, the future; what was in front of him and what was merely a dream he was running toward, they blended together. He spent seventeen years, even the years he can’t remember, working at his dream, then all of a sudden, it was his reality. Fast forward seven years he was a champion, everything he wanted to be but wasn’t sure if he would ever be. It’s just—everything has moved so fast. Max can’t tell real from unreal anymore. He wants to rest, wants to live in the moment, but the moment is—it keeps moving. It keeps escaping him. He isn’t sure where it is, isn’t sure where he is. What is real, what is not. Max feels like he could wake up one day, twelve years old again, strapped into his go-kart in pouring Holland rain, trying to find grip where there wasn’t, thinking of better things and a brighter future.'

nsfw: give me that fire by Lady_Something | E | 40k Chef!au, Max and Charles have history, but it doesn't stop Charles from coming to work as Max's new sous chef. Exes to lovers. To be honest working in a restaurant sounds like a nightmare but for some reason I love reading stories with this setting. This fic was an emotional rollercoaster in the best way, at times I was near tears and had completely given up on a happy ending but the lovely lady_something brought it all together in a both happy and realistic ending. If you like well written and delightfully flawed characters dealing with complicated relationships and grief, this is a fic for you! Trigger warning for death of a pet!

'“Charles, I just spent the last four years thinking I’d lost you forever. That I’d ruined not just the best relationship I would ever have, but the best friendship as well. If there is even the slightest chance that I can earn back enough of your trust for you to give me another chance, I will do whatever you want.” Charles chews on his bottom lip, his cheeks flushing beautifully. “That’s a lot of power to give somebody over you,” Charles says slowly, twisting the fork in his hand nervously. “I trust you,” Max answers immediately. “You probably shouldn’t,” he says softly. “I still haven’t forgiven you for not wanting me to go to Arthur.” Max wonders what Charles might make him do, if he were feeling vindictive. He’s never been on the receiving end of Charles’ pettiness, not really—except when he’d sabotaged Max’s serving to the Michelin Inspectors in Paris—but he’s seen it. When they were kids, he’d seen it a lot. He’d always thought it was funny, that Max had a reputation amongst their peers for being aggressive—but Max had always known that Charles was really the unhinged one between them.'

Of Shadow by racingline | M | 46k Charles Leclerc is a typical college student. Except, it turns out, none of what he knows is true: he's stuck in a universe where racing, his family, and the people he love don't exist. This is one of my all-time favorite magical realism fics! It's crazy, each chapter had me so hooked and wanting to know what happens next constantly. I loved it so much and the universe.

'Charles’ brain is still an echo of modena yellow and rosso corsa, the sounds of the factory and the smells of winter in Italy a vibrant flurry against the flat backdrop of his reality. He thinks of Maranello and Ferrari, the uneasy whine of Jules’ Renault when he revved the engine too high at every red light on the drive back to Monaco like each one was the start of a race. He thinks of the Academy–of Jules, who was the first one to be signed, and of himself, the first to make it all the way through. He thinks of the garage, more an artists’ studio than a factory. He thinks of Enzo and the son he lost too soon. He thinks, amo pensare che la Ferrari puo costruire piloti tanto quanto macchine, and he thinks, ask a child to draw a car and certainly he’ll draw it red. He thinks of mistaking the Italian anthem for that of his own country; he thinks of the scuderia in all its infallible, divine contradictions; its hopes and heartbreaks interlinked in an endless chain.'

nsfw: The Things You Do by loveleclerc | E | 71.9k Dutch mafia boss Max meets Charles in a strip club, where the latter formally works. After Charles decides to steal his wallet and go on a shopping spree, Max finds him, and lots of teasing ensues. Plus, Max is practically Charles' sugar daddy. This was genuinely so captivating and so hot. The plot was so insanely well-written and made me want to keep coming back! I read this on a plane ride and it made the time fly.

'“The quiet only lasted so long. Shouting in Italian and Dutch soon erupted from somewhere in the house along with gunfire that made Charles flinch, covering his ears while he squeezed his eyes shut. What the fuck had his life become?”'

nsfw: grapefruit mignonette by slapshots | E | 73.6k Max is an esteemed chef working under Christian Horner and Charles is an part-time server and architecture student. It turns out, tension does wonders for attracting the two together. So much food imagery! God, when I was reading this, I got so hungry. The descriptions were so lovely! And, I love any restaurant AUs. The characters were so funny and I loved their attitudes.

“Charles, this is our Executive Chef Max,” Christian said, picking up the fork and digging into it. “Charles just moved from –“ “France,” Max said. “Monaco,” Charles corrected. “Monaco is in France.” “I assure you, Chef, that Monaco is its own country.”

mr. invisible and the thing by @chubbydino | M | 97k A soulmate AU where Charles is a mechanic and Max is Daniel's agent. But– Max doesn't believe in soulmates, and Charles is struggling to cope. I love this fic so much! I reread the whole fic every update. Slow burn and soulmates are some of my favorite AUs and it's a fantastic read with some of the best writing in the fandom.

'Max hated the person his life had been mangled with. He referred to him as The Thing, because Max considered him more demon than anything else. Soulmates—he hated that term, but he had no other one to use in conversation—seemed awfully similar to demonic possession. The Thing certainly haunted him. The Thing seemed to like every kind of food Max hated. Every morning, Max tasted frothed milk and espresso when he woke up. Every morning, it made him gag. The Thing also liked French Onion soup during winter (palatable), mango in summer (chalky), and some vile kind of meat in the fall. The Thing lived in Europe somewhere, Max guessed. The Thing woke up at dawn and didn’t sleep until dark. The Thing’s schedule made it nearly impossible for Max to nap—and Max loved to nap. The Thing was also scared of cars. Max couldn’t describe how he knew, but the sound of a Formula 1 car always made him nervous the first time he heard it on race weekend, distant terror echoing in his bones. Further proof that the system was flawed—no soulmate of his would be scared of what he'd devoted his whole life to.'

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alexawynters · 3 months

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Scarlet Whispers pt. 8

Gif not mine, as always

Trigger Warnings: Smuttttttt. Horribly written smut.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-7 here

Chapter Eight

Translations: котёнок - Kitten; malyshka - baby; lyubov - love; dorogoya - darling; I probably missed some… I should have probably been doing this the entire time, no? Eh… My b.

A/N: Its uhhh.. My first time writing smut for the public so uh… be gentle pls? Lol. Lemme know how it went. Writing dialog and smut makes me cringe haha. This was also written while I was in the hospital. Is it bad that the 5 day stay was almost a vacation compared to life? Haha, living the dreeeaammm. Someone pls hit me with their car or something so I can go back and have 0 responsibilities for another week. Promise I won’t sue 😛

Once again, edited while floaty. Apparently that’s the only time I can get the motivation to open my laptop. In my defense, I’m currently in the middle of a move and starting a new job so pls forgive my laziness. I’m a tad overwhelmed. It’s finnnne.

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During your time at the aquarium with Wanda, you hadn't noticed how late it had gotten. Logically, you knew it was around dinner time because you both had just eaten, but you didn't realize until you both entered the dimly lit cottage that it was so dark outside. Despite the long day you’d had, you weren't ready to go to bed just yet. Body thrumming with an unfamiliar energy, and you could tell it stemmed from Wanda's hand still holding onto your waist. Now that you were home, it would be socially acceptable for her to let you go, but instead, she chose to linger.

Never one to enjoy having others in your personal space, regardless of if you were touch starved, you were thrilled to discover that you didn't mind the witch being so close to you. In fact, the mere thought of being separated from her made your stomach roil with anxiety. Looking at the redhead next to you as you traversed the hallway towards your room for the evening, a new kind of craving overcame you. This one was different from the hunger you had experienced just before dinner, and you realized that you couldn't get enough of the witch’s touch and presence.

Reaching your shared room Wanda finally moves to separate from you, and as she heads opposite from you, her hand falling away, you make a split-second decision. Well. Decision was being generous. More accurately you allowed your impulses to take over, unable to think logically - you couldn’t let Wanda get too far. Not that there was anywhere for her to go in a bedroom you both shared, but your brain wasn’t exactly running on all cylinders at this time.

“Wait!”

You don’t know what, or even if you were thinking, knowing only that in the scant few feet the witch was away from you, your whole world felt like it was collapsing. A lightly calloused hand shot out as you turned to grab her hand again, and in your exuberance, you accidentally ended up yanking the woman towards you. In an unexpected feat of grace surprising both of you, you managed to catch Wanda. Despite her velocity, you were able to use her momentum, spinning both of you. A small jolt of pain wracked through your bones as your back landed harshly against the smooth wall, with Wanda safely in your arms. Chests heaved for air, both of you having fully expected to collide, ending up in a heap on the floor.

After the initial surprise wore off, both women giggled, though neither made a move to separate. “What is it, Y/N?” the older woman asked. Amusement colored her gaze, mixed with something else you couldn’t quite decipher. You were still learning new facial expressions to this day.

“I-” You started then stopped, trying to assemble your thoughts and determine just how vulnerable you were willing to be. “Thank you, Wanda. For today. For… everything. This was..” you trailed off, unable to find the words. “Everything.”

You hoped Wanda would understand what you meant by that even if you yourself weren’t quite sure just yet. What you were sure of is that you wanted to return to Wanda at least a fraction of the care and devotion she had shown you in all this time. You knew you didn’t want her to walk away, heart aching at the concept. What you didn’t know was what you wanted to do next, you hadn’t exactly gotten that far, but you couldn’t stomach the thought of being apart from her.

The redhead’s gaze softened at your words. “You don’t need to thank me, lyubov. You deserve so much, and I just want you to be happy.”

The words “with me” went unspoken, though she was dying to let them out. Instead, well-manicured hands lifted the tips of her fingers to gently push some fallen strands of your hair from your face, as she studied you curiously. A feeling you both were on the precipice of something settled firmly within the witch’s chest. Wanda was fairly confident she knew exactly what that something was, but she wouldn’t plunge you into anything you weren’t yet ready to fall into.

Though certain in her assumptions, Wanda was unable to clearly read your surface thoughts. A jumbled mass of emotions, each thought no more than fleeting before another took its place, your mind was a whirlwind. The next steps had to be taken by you, and if you weren’t up for that yet, the redhead was content with where you both were at this moment.

A palpable tension filled the air, conveying an unspoken awareness that something transformative was about to occur. Anticipation lingered in the atmosphere, creating a delicate blend of nervousness and excitement. There was an understated, magnetic attraction that drew you closer to Wanda. Completely unaware as you were, enthralled by the alluring softness of her lips which stoked a longing within you to know if they felt as velvety as they appeared, you were unconsciously learning forward.

It was a moment of breathless expectation, where time seemed to stretch. The world had fallen away, leaving only the two of you suspended in the beauty of the impending inevitability. Eyes finally connecting with Wanda’s, a silent, mutual understanding was shared, and in that moment, you made a decision.

”May I…?” your voice a husky tremor, thick with emotion.

Never had Wanda found you more endearing than in that moment. Your innocent consideration that you would need to ask her permission after everything. As if she hadn't been waiting for this very moment for so long. As if this wasn’t what she had been waiting for since first discovering the Darkhold, and all the possibilities of a multiverse.

“Please, Y/N.” The witch’s reply was all but a breathy whisper.

As your lips and hers finally connected in a gentle, exploratory kiss, an electric current seemed to pass through their bodies, igniting a fire within your souls. It was a moment of pure magic, a culmination of all the emotions and desires that had been building between you both. Breaths mingled, blending together in a perfect harmony of passion and longing.

The softness of the kiss spoke volumes, revealing a depth of connection that you were certain words could never fully capture. A tender exchange, filled with a delicate balance of vulnerability and trust. Each touch, each movement of Wanda’s lips against yours, was deliberate, as if she was savoring every precious moment of this newfound intimacy with you.

With every passing second, the world around faded away, leaving only the two of you enveloped in a bubble of pure bliss. Time seemed to stand still as you explored this uncharted territory together. A feeling as if something inside, you hadn’t known had been missing, was now perfectly slotted into place. Home.

When it came to kissing you, Wanda marveled at the stark contrasts between your Avenger variant, and you. While your other variant was self-assured, often taking command of a kiss with practiced skill, you, on the other hand, were gentle and tentative. It was evident that you were willing to let Wanda take the lead, which she found incredibly empowering, almost addictive. She knew she should probably take this first kiss slowly for you, however, your submissiveness was simply too delicious for her to pass up such an opportunity.

Long, slender fingers came to rest just under your jaw, firmly holding you close, Wanda using her body to press you harder against the wall, as if trying to merge your two bodies into one. A gasp escaped you at the length of the witch’s body pressed so intimately against you. Wanda, ever opportunistic, took advantage of your open mouth to deepen the kiss, her lithe tongue swiping softly at the seam of your lips in askance.

You couldn’t even fathom a moment where you would ever deny Wanda this request, opening your mouth to grant her the access she desired. Her skillful tongue sensually slid against yours, eliciting a barely suppressed whimper from you. With a little coaxing Wanda was able to entice your tongues to engage in a seductive dance, leaving you breathless and heady.

Eventually, the kiss broke, leaving both of you craving more. It had opened the door to a world of possibilities, and in that moment, everything changed. The bond between the pair of you had deepened more than you could know, and more than Wanda had hoped for. Despite initial reservations, your heart knew then you would follow Wanda anywhere, irrevocably tied to the witch forever. There was no one you wanted or trusted more.

While trying to catch your breath, no words were spoken. Taking this moment, your intrusive thoughts began creeping in because of course they were. Desperately you hoped the woman wouldn’t view the kiss as a mistake, praying that you measured up to your superhero counterpart. That you were truly what she had been looking for all this time, even if you weren’t anything special.

You would do anything to have her lips on yours again, and briefly a thought occurred to you that this woman could murder you, and you would probably thank her for the privilege. Therapy, maybe you should ask Wanda if she could get you in to see a therapist, because that wasn’t concerning at all.

It wasn't in you to feel ashamed just then though, not when the very thought resonated in your soul. Gods, was this what you had been missing your entire life? And it had been right under your nose, for ages you had been unknowingly depriving yourself, hellbent on self-sabotage.

As you finally caught your breath, the witch gazed at you hungrily, causing a shiver to race down your spine.

"What do you want, detka?" Wanda asked, voice sultry. She tilted her head as if curious, but in reality, she was relishing in your disheveled appearance, eyes raking over your blown pupils, and kiss-swollen lips. So responsive for her, and this was only a kiss. Your first kiss with her, to be specific. Wanting to completely ruin you, it took every ounce of self-restraint for Wanda to wait for your answer instead.

Chest heaving, your brain struggled to pull together enough brain cells in order to provide her with an answer. When you finally spoke, your voice had a throaty quality you had never heard before.

”You. I want you.”

Green eyes, the color of jade, sparkled in such delight they could have practically illuminated the room with their vibrant glow. As you stared into her mesmerizing gaze, you got lost in her presence. Your mind was a myriad of thoughts, unable to focus on anything else. Every word she spoke, every movement she made, had a profound impact on you. As if the witch had cast a spell over you, weaving her magic effortlessly, and you willingly succumbed to her enchantment, eager to be under her captivating influence.

A mischievous smile played upon her lips, adding an air of mystery to her already enchanting demeanor. The grin hinted at the hidden depths within her, the playful intentions that lied just beneath the surface. So, as Wanda’s mischievous smile lingered, you couldn't help but be drawn further into her web of enchantment, willingly surrendering yourself to the metaphorical spell she had cast.

"Oh, lyubov, will you let me ruin you?" she asked teasingly, her voice filled with impishness and a hint of excitement.

Swallowing nervously, you felt desire building deep within you. Your experiences in this matter were limited, but you trusted the former avenger all the same. Still, you had a sneaking suspicion that whatever Wanda had in store for you would likely test your limits, even if you had no idea what those were yet. Eagerly, you nodded, ready to throw yourself headlong into this unknown, trusting the witch implicitly.

The moment her silky lips met yours once again, a hunger ignited within her, surprising both of you with its intensity and passion. Wanda pulled you close, her fingers curled in your hair, keeping you in place as she plundered your mouth. You could do little but let her lead the way, trying not to embarrass yourself with how much she was turning you on. Her sharp teeth tugged on your lower lip before biting down hard enough to draw blood. A pitiful whine was barely restrained by you as Wanda lapped at the new wound she had caused.

Deciding to test your boundaries during the kiss, the redhead gently wrapped her other hand around your throat. Not tight enough to cut off your oxygen supply, but the pressure did restrict some of the blood flow to your brain, leaving you in a deliciously foggy haze. A breathy moan escaped you, which Wanda eagerly swallowed as you gladly ceded control of the kiss to her. Pride out the window, you were no longer capable of trying to withhold any sounds she could draw from you. Wanda found it delightful that so far you were proving to be the perfect little котёнок for her. The redhead eagerly anticipated discovering what other surprises you had in store for her.

The other hand not on your neck moved from your hair down to the first button of your shirt and hesitated. “Is this okay, Y/N?” She asked, voice surprisingly soft for someone who currently had one of their hands wrapped around your neck.

Sluggish thoughts hazy with lust, you nodded with what would have probably counted as an embarrassing amount of enthusiasm. Having someone as gorgeous as Wanda in front of you, asking for your consent, you found you couldn’t be bothered by your eagerness. You were a simp, and you were fine with that. Anything to get more of Wanda touching you.

The former Avenger grinned, finding you utterly adorable. She was charmed by how needy you were for her. Unable to help but revel in the power dynamics between you, relishing the opportunity to challenge your blissed-out mind and watch as you struggled to comply with her demands. It was a delightful game for Wanda, and she was going to have fun training you.

Before she could continue though, the witch wanted you to be absolutely sure. Regardless of how long she had waited for you, if you weren’t truly ready, Wanda didn’t want to push you. She wanted all of you, everything you had to give, but if you still weren’t ready, weren’t sure, she could wait. Wanda would wait forever if she had to.

“Lyubov moya, if you want me to stop at any point, just say the word, and I’ll stop immediately, okay? Full stop, I promise, and I won’t be upset with you.” she insisted, voice thick with longing as her nose grazed gently across yours in a reassuring manner.

Even now, Wanda was always putting your safety and happiness as her top priority, endearing her evermore to you. How could you have ever doubted that this woman had anything but your best interests at heart? The purest of intentions?

Knowing it was a bit over dramatic, while you appreciated her reassurances, if the witch didn’t do something in the next few seconds, you felt like you might combust. Releasing a needy whine, you hoped to convey your desperation to Wanda who only chuckled at your behavior.

“Relax, malyshka, I’ll take good care of you, I promise. But first, I need you to use your words, darling.” The hand on your throat easing its grip a little, allowing more blood to your brain, giving you back some of your intellectual capacity.

With Wanda’s body covering yours, you petulantly ground against her in the hopes of achieving any sort of friction, causing her lips to quirk upwards in an amused smirk. You weren’t going to get out of this until she had confirmation of your understanding, and if she happened to tease you into a petulant, writing mess in the process, well, that was just the cherry on top.

Giving in, you let out a keening whimper. “I understand Wands, please. Just touch me. Please!”

A wolfish grin overtook Wanda’s face at your begging. Green eyes locked with yours, and she could see the desire and longing in your eyes, mirroring her own. The way you looked at her, with a mixture of vulnerability and trust, made her heart flutter with a sense of joy and fulfillment. You were willing to surrender yourself to her guidance, to allow her to take the lead and shape you into the person she knew you could become. That kind of implicit trust and faith you had in her shot her arousal through the roof.

With each passing moment, Wanda's excitement grew, knowing that she had the opportunity to train and mold you into her perfect little котёнок. She relished the thought of all the fun games that lay ahead, confident in her ability to guide you towards your full potential. Your willingness to submit to her desires fueled her passion, making her all the more determined to own you completely. This power was the ultimate high, and she didn’t think she could ever get enough of it.

Her hand moved from your throat to wrap around your waist with a firm yet gentle grasp, pulling you closer to her in an undeniable display of ownership. The touch of her hand on your hip sent a surge of adrenaline coursing through your veins, igniting a fire within you that you had never experienced before. It was a possessiveness that transcended the boundaries of mere desire, a possessiveness that spoke volumes about the depth of her emotions for you.

Far from being suffocating, her dominance was a testament to the strength of your bond. A tangible manifestation of the passion that burned between the two of you, it was a flame that only grew stronger with each passing moment. Her assertive touch was a declaration, a proclamation of her utter devotion and fierce protectiveness towards you.

In that instant, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the intensity of her feelings. A sensation that both thrilled and comforted you, it was a magnetic pull that drew you closer to her with each passing second. Feeling as if you were the center of her universe, the focus of her unfaltering attention, and you visibly preened under her attentiveness. Your hands which were clenching the bottom of her shirt held fast, unwilling to let her move more than a few inches away.

Now that she had your consent and had subtly established your place with her, Wanda's svelte hands returned to the task of unbuttoning your shirt. Unable to resist the allure of your lips for long, she passionately kissed you once again. As your lips moved against each other with a sensual rhythm, Wanda swiftly unbuttoned your shirt. Before you knew it, your shirt was completely undone, revealing your torso to her exploring hands. A shiver ran through your body as her slightly cool palm pressed against your abdomen for the very first time, the gravity of her body pressing you further into the wall. While you had felt her touch on your skin before, it had never been this intimate, this exhilarating.

As her hand glided over your bare skin, heat coursed through your body, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. The flames within you steadily stoked by every caress. Your breath hitched as her touch lingered, tracing delicate patterns along your abdomen.

Growing desperate you deepened the kiss. Your hands instinctively reach for her, moving from the hem of her shirt to tangle in her hair as you pull her closer. The magnitude of the moment was almost too much, feeling the desire consuming you from within.

Wanda's lips slid against yours with a fervent hunger. Her roving hands continued their journey, tracing every curve and contour of your torso with an almost reverent touch, sending pleasure coursing through your body. As your lips moved in perfect synchrony, heightening your senses, it left you yearning for more. The room was filled with a heady mix of desire and anticipation, as you both gave in to the draw of the moment..

Lost in the haze of passion, you couldn't help but give yourself completely to Wanda's touch. The way she explored every inch of your body with a delicate yet possessive hand left you breathless, craving more of her commanding aura. It was a dance of pleasure and surrender, a symphony of sensations that left you craving her touch like a drug. You had never needed anyone or anything as much as you needed Wanda to continue doing whatever she wanted to you.

As the kiss broke, both of you gasped for air. Wanda, still breathing heavily, leaned back to take in the sight of your newly revealed skin, her eyes darkening with want. Though never having been confident in your own body, often choosing to cover up, to hide in your self-consciousness, the way Wanda was looking at you now though left no doubt she liked what she saw. Yet still your insecurities plagued you, especially now that you were no longer covered up and there was nothing for you to hide behind.

The witch didn’t need to read your mind to know where your thoughts were going. The expression on your face, the way you tried to curl in on yourself made it plain. Voice thick with desire, Wanda needed to reassure you. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N. Don’t ever let yourself believe otherwise.”

Though you didn’t truly believe her words, her tone and the way she held you like she couldn’t get enough was almost capable of convincing you in and of itself. You decided then that throwing yourself into this was the fastest way to get out of your head. Throwing caution to the wind, you slammed your lips against Wanda’s again, desperate for more of her.

Impatient, you couldn't resist the urge to guide Wanda's hands lower, craving for her to touch you more. Deft fingers brushed against a particularly sensitive spot, sending a surge of pleasure shooting through you, and tearing a quiet gasp from your mouth. Your body responded eagerly to her every caress, arching into her hands, silently begging for more. Emboldened by your response, Wanda's touch grew daring, her kisses to your neck pressing harder leaving red welts that would purple over by tomorrow. Her marks on you would tell all who you belonged to. Her fingers began exploring your body with a newfound confidence. The touch was both gentle and possessive, leaving you with the utter clarity that she wanted to mark every inch of you as her own, even the parts of you no one else would ever see.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, heavy with desire. Feeling the urgency building within you, your body pressed closer to Wanda's, seeking to ease some of the pressure within. Her touch was all at once overwhelming yet not enough.

Determined to elicit every delicious sound she could from you, one of Wanda's hands finally moved to your breast. Gently she cupped it while her thumb teased you by gliding around your areola, avoiding your hardened bud. She took great enjoyment in your whimpers and gasps as she teased you. If she had it her way, she would keep you like this, never giving you quite what you wanted. Wanda would ease you into that eventually though. For now, this was enough.

Eventually she had mercy on you, letting her thumb lightly graze across your nipple. A deep, throaty groan emanated from within you, your hips bucking against hers, unbidden. Taking the opportunity you had presented her with, Wanda slotted her knee between your thighs, applying firm pressure just where you needed it most. You whispered an exhaled curse as your head slumped forward onto the older woman’s shoulder. Your grip on her tightened, the urge to just rut against Wanda’s leg nearly overpowering what little was left of your rational mind.

Wanda could feel the subtle grinding of your hips against her leg, and she encouraged it, pressing harder each time you arched towards her. The witch grasped your hips firmly, helping to set your rhythm as you desperately sought more friction between the apex of your thighs.

For someone who hadn't even taken off their pants yet, you were surprisingly worked up, but you were far too focused on chasing your high to be overly concerned about it. Sensing how close you were, Wanda pulled away from you, calling forth a keening whine from you. The older woman chuckled softly at your desperation. Her raspy voice next to your ear made you shudder.

"Patience, dorogoya, I don't want you to come just yet unless it's in my mouth or on my fingers."

Wholly unprepared for her words as you were, they almost single-handedly threatened to ruin the witch’s plans as you nearly came on the spot. Wanda was aware that you had likely never edged before, and while she should have shown some mercy, she found no enjoyment in that prospect. Her intention was to have you so drunk for her to the point where you would become a helpless, trembling wreck, willing to do anything she desired just to reach that peak. Then, she planned to repeatedly push you off that ledge so many times that you would be a boneless, quivering mess for her by the time she was done with you.

As her words hung in the air, you felt a mixture of anticipation and hesitation. This was a new territory for you, one that you weren't entirely sure of what you were getting into. But as you looked into Wanda's eyes, filled with desire and a touch of mischief, you couldn't deny your feelings. You wanted to experience everything she was willing to show you, to give yourself fully and trust in her to guide you through this journey of pleasure.

With a deep breath, you nodded, your voice barely above a whisper, "I trust you, Wanda."

A smug smile played on Wanda's lips as she gently held your cheek. "Good," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "I promise you won't regret it. Now, let’s take this to the bed.” She didn’t want your first time together to be rutting up against a wall.

Wanda grasped your hand, leading you the remainder of the distance to your shared bed. Once there the witch assisted you in removing the remnants of your clothes, gently pushing you backwards onto the bed. Before joining you, she took a moment to admire your naked body, as you looked up at her with a combination of desire and excitement. You were uncertain of her intentions, but the fact that you were willing to trust her filled Wanda's heart with joy.

With a gaze that could only be described as ravenous, she studied you and quietly uttered a curse. "Fucking exquisite" she husked, hoping to drive home her words from earlier.

Squirming under her intense gaze, you blushed deeply at her compliment. No one had ever called you that before, not in your entire life. The longer you laid there, alone under her scrutiny, the greater your need for Wanda grew. Before you could ask her to rejoin you, she was already removing her own clothes with purpose. You waited with bated breath, as Wanda revealed her body which you swore could have been sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Honestly, you thought it was a little unfair for someone to look so perfect. You felt absolutely privileged to be in this moment with her, that she had chosen you of all people to witness her glory. No one you had ever seen, in person or even on tv could compare. Wanda was a goddess, and you wanted to worship at her altar.

The redhead knew she was an attractive woman, but your loud thoughts were giving her quite the ego boost. She had you right where she wanted you, but Wanda would be damned if she allowed your self-deprecation to continue. There was not a single doubt in her mind that you were equally deserving to be here with her.

“Your thoughts are loud, malyshka.” She almost giggled at how red your face turned when she called you out, reminding you of her powers, and your gaze dropped.

“While I’m flattered, darling, you need to know.” Wanda said with certainty as she began crawling up the bed towards you. Once she had crawled up the length of your body, the witch trailed her fingertips along your thigh, and up your torso to your face. Curling a graceful finger under your chin, she tilted your face upwards until you made eye contact.

“You are stunning, lyubov moya. There is no one else I would want to be here with right now. Not in the entire multiverse, believe me, I’ve looked. No one but you. Can you trust me on that, Y/N?”

Green eyes searched Y/E/C for any sign of lingering insecurity. With the witch looking at you so earnestly, your doubts faded into the background. They would likely never be completely silent, but in this moment, those thoughts were just white noise. Speaking was currently too difficult for you so instead you simply nodded at her words.

No longer able to hear your uncertainty as loudly, Wanda felt you were ready to continue. “Good, but just to make sure, I’m going to show you.”

Before you could ask what she meant, Wanda kissed you again. Her hand, which was previously under your chin, caressed down your chest and cupped your breast. She gave it a gentle squeeze, causing a soft sound to escape your throat.

As Wanda's touch re-ignited the flicker of pleasure within you, her lips and tongue traced a path of heated kisses down your neck, leaving a hot trail of saliva behind. Her skilled hand continued to explore your body, evoking an oeuvre of gasps and moans. Eventually, her lips settled on one of the places you desired the most, enveloping your nipple.

Once Wanda's lips closed around your hardened bud, a jolt of pleasure shot through your body, causing you to arch your back in response. Her tongue teased and circled the sensitive bud, sending ecstasy pulsating through your veins. While Wanda continued to lavish attention on your aching nipple, her other hand trailed down your body, caressing and exploring every inch of your skin. The combination of her skilled touch and the intense pleasure coursing through your body made it difficult to think or focus on anything else.

Her hand continued its exploration, gliding over your skin with a feather-light touch. Every brush of her fingertips, each flick of her tongue against you sent your arousal to new heights. Your senses were completely consumed by her, the world around you fading once again into a distant blur.

Completely at Wanda's mercy, you found yourself basking in her every touch and caress. The pleasure she was bestowing upon you was the best high you had ever felt, addictive and irresistible. Your mind was filled with a primal need, a craving for more of the pleasure that only she could provide.

Wanda switched breasts, moving to lavish attention on the other one ensuring it didn't feel neglected. Her hand continued to tease your flesh, raising goosebumps to form on your skin.

Unable to sit still, your own hands came up to tangle themselves in the redhead’s hair. Head held firmly in place by you, Wanda's hand slid lower, exploring the wetness that had pooled between your thighs. Svelte fingers teased your entrance, and you gasped as the anticipation nearly undid you. Back arched, begging for more, you whispered a “please!”

Helpless to deny your plea, Wanda's fingers dipped inside you, your slick allowing them to slide in with ease. You moaned lowly as she began to move her fingers in a slow, deliberate rhythm, curling and stroking against your most sensitive spots. The pleasure built within you, radiating through your body like an electric current.

Your hands tightened in her hair, pulling her closer to you as your hips instinctively rocked against her hand, seeking deeper pleasure. Wanda matched your movements, her pace increasing, driving you closer to the edge. Her lips found yours once again, swallowing your moans as the pleasure consumed you.

The room was filled with the sound of your shared breaths, the wet, almost obscene sound of her fingers moving inside you, and the symphony of your pleasure. Each stroke of her fingers sent you spiraling further into this rapturous euphoria, your body trembling with desire.

Lost in the carnality of the moment, you could feel the heat building within you, the pressure mounting until you were teetering on the edge. Sensing your imminent release, Wanda's fingers quickened their pace, driving you towards oblivion. Moans growing louder, they mingled with the sound of your ragged breaths.

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” She asked, voice dripping sweetly with lust, not letting up the pace even a little. The woman knew what she was doing to you, and couldn’t resist drawing it out just a bit.

Beneath her, you squirmed and bucked in place, desperation eeking off you in waves. You hadn’t exactly had many partners to begin with, and you had certainly never been especially vocal with any of them. Wanda couldn't have you being all shy on her now though. She wanted to hear each and every sound she could possibly draw out of you as proof of how good she was making you feel, her fingers hitting that special spot deep inside of you that had always been just out of your own reach.

“Now dorogaya, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl and come for me? If you can’t answer me then I guess I should stop.” Wanda slowed her pace and you all but wailed your frustration.

“Yes, yes I’m going to come. I’m so close, Wands, please don’t stop!”

Truthfully that should have been enough for her but sadistically she wanted to push your boundaries further still. She smirked at your pleas.

“I won’t stop, Y/N, but you can’t come until I give you permission.”

You didn’t think you had ever been on such a precipice of euphoria before. It was right there if only Wanda would let you. Part of you wanted to ignore what she said and let yourself go, but the part of you that yearned to be good for her won out in the end.

You begged pitifully. “Please Wanda, please let me come! I’ll be your good girl, please, just let me come!” You would say anything the woman wanted as long as she would let you finally finish.

It was positively sinful how your submission made Wanda feel. She wanted to experience you like this every day for the rest of your lives. The tremor of your voice as you begged, how quickly and completely you accepted her commands, it was positively sublime.

“Well when you beg so prettily for me, how can I resist? Be a good girl, Y/N - come for me.” Her fingers curled deliciously, mercilessly hitting your new favorite spot.

With Wanda’s permission, the world shattered around you as your orgasm crashed over. Your body convulsed with exquisite hedonism, every nerve ending alive with sensation. Wanda's name were the only words from your mouth as you rode the high, your orgasm careening over you in a tidal wave of pleasure.

For Wanda, feeling your wet heat tighten around her fingers, practically refusing to allow her to pull back to even help you through your peak, was so perfect. You didn’t know it, but it was enough to make Wanda topple over the edge alongside you, her head dropping to the crook of your neck while she whispered sweet nothings in your ear, struggling to bring you gently down from your high.

As the aftershocks of your release subsided, Wanda gently withdrew her fingers, her touch lingering for a moment before she pressed a soft kiss to your lips. She held you close, her presence a comforting anchor as you came down from the heights of pleasure. You whimpered at the feeling of emptiness after being so joyously full.

Breathless and sated, you nestled into her embrace, feeling a profound sense of contentment and connection. And as you lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, you felt that this was just the beginning of something beautiful between you both. You had made the decision to trust Wanda with your body, heart, and soul, and in this moment, everything felt so right.

Wanting to return the favor, and make Wanda feel as good as you did, but as you tried to shift in her embrace, the former avenger simply held you tighter. Feeling rejected, you wilted in her arms. Perhaps you had already failed to live up to her expectations, so much so that she didn’t even want you to touch her. How heartbreaking to have failed so soon, to never get the chance to prove yourself.

Voice soft, Wanda alleviates your fears. “Not tonight, darling. Tonight was all about you. Rest with me for a little while, detka, I just want to hold you. May I do that, Y/N?”

Murmuring a quiet assent, you settled into the comfort Wanda provided. You both laid there, basking in the intimacy you both had just shared, feeling content and happy. It wasn’t long until your eyes began to droop, signifying you were about to nod off.

Sensing how close you were to sleep, the witch gently roused you. She giggled at your grumblings for the disruption but insisted you both needed to clean up. Shaking your head, you whined as you tried to hold her in place with you, unwilling to let her go for any reason. Wanda had to actively restrain herself from cooing at your adorable stubbornness.

“Come on now, it’ll be just a few minutes and then we can go back to sleep, okay darling?”

Petulantly you shook your head, and Wanda full on belly laughed, holding you tightly to her while she did so. Her laughter was infectious, and you couldn’t help but chuckle as well, knowing you were being a bit ridiculous.

Eventually, both of you calmed down, and Wanda pulled away from your embrace, mentioning that she would be right back. You let her go, but you pouted the entire time she was in the bathroom. After a few moments, you could hear the sink running, and then the witch returned to you with a warm, damp washcloth in her hand. With an unprecedented level of care, Wanda cleaned between your legs, removing any trace of the night's activities, while being mindful not to overstimulate you.

“There we go, detka. All clean. Let me just throw this in the sink, and we can go to sleep.”

Doing exactly as she had said, Wanda quickly returned, swiftly maneuvering her way into the cozy bed beside you. With a few gentle movements, she skillfully arranged the soft sheets to envelop both of you, creating a warm and comfortable cocoon.

Once she was finished setting up the sheets, you wasted no time in crawling back into her arms, burying your face into the divot where her neck and shoulder met. You felt like you had been through the wringer, but in the best way. When she had gotten up to clean you both, with her no longer being in your arms, your emotions had run all over the place. Now all you wanted was to be as physically close to the redhead as possible, to reassure yourself that she wasn’t abandoning you after such a vulnerable act.

Wanda was not at all opposed. Quite thrilled in fact, and as she held you, one hand came to gingerly trace random shapes along the side of your face, whispering nonsensical words of love and solace. Pillowy lips placed a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you drifted off to sleep, feeling safer and happier than in your entire life, you heard Wanda whisper in her native tongue. You were curious, but too far gone to ask her what she meant.

“я так люблю тебя, дорогая. (I love you so much, darling.) I promise I will always keep you safe, and I will never let you go.”

A/N 2: ... Why do I have a higher word count for a chapter with smut than any other chapter? .... Reasons. We're going with "reasons". So uhhh... yay? nay? Yeet myself off a cliff? Also if anyone wants to be added to the taglist just lemme know in the comments.

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Pairing: Ezra (Prospect) x reader x Benny Miller

Rating: Explicit, 18+ only, MDNI. 🏳️‍🌈 Characters are bi as fuck. 💖💜💙 Summary: Ezra has enjoyed being pegged by you from day one. When Benny comes over, a lazy afternoon takes an interesting turn. Things are said, orders are being followed, two of you might be to blame for Benny's ruined jeans, and that lovely turquoise strap-on gets used. Also, Benny learns how to suck a dick - and it's not just his mouth that becomes acquainted with Ezra's tongue. Let the good times slut roll. (PWP, that's it really.) Warnings/tags: Established relationship (f/m) plus third (hello, younger!BennyMiller from Triple Frontier!AU), dirty talk, brief masturbation (f and m), fingering (f and m receiving), rimming, anal sex, oral on a strap on, pegging, dildo is referred to as "your cock/dick" repeatedly. Some spit use (no kink). Word count: 5652 words A/N: This is part of the Peg That Middle Aged Man campaign organized by the amazing @wannabe-urs. Please go check out all the other fantastic fics here! I completely missed my 01/18 deadline because things/my brain got in the way, but I finally completed after all. Special thanks to many of y'all, but in particular @sin-djarin, @magpiepills and the @alltheglitterandtheroar for their support in getting this done. Infinite gratitude to the always amazing @morallyinept, in particular for her Ezra Dialogue post and Writing For Ezra guide! Dividers by @saradika. This fic is unbeta-ed (in an attempt to squash my perfectionism) and inspired by @prolix-yuy's Din pegging fic, thank you LJ!

He’s gorgeous like this. Spread out on the bed with your fingers inside of him, those groans of pleasure getting even louder when you slide your mouth back onto his cock. It’s not just about how he looks, although yes - part of the reason you’re soaking wet is definitely that sweaty curly hair with the blond streak. With his head tilted back into the pillows he looks even more attractive than usual, his eyes closed but bliss written all over his face, even after you’ve edged him for almost an hour already.

What gets to you the most is how unabashedly he surrenders himself. Body and mind greedy for pleasure, as if he’s been without nourishment for too long, deprived during all the time he’s spent on Bakhroma Green. He has no qualms to ask for what he wants, or what you want from him. That first night he fucked you better and longer than you had been in a long time, and still convinced you to call in sick the next day so he could do it all over again, making you scream his name until your voice was hoarse. So when you saw him looking at the harness in your toy drawer later that day, you were more than happy to return the favor.

You figured out pretty much immediately that this wasn’t new to him, so you rode him hard - having learned a thing or two about him in the previous twenty four hours - until he was a sticky whimpering mass, begging for you to keep going until he was beyond overstimulated. Afterwards he made you come twice on his tongue and fingers, and told you that while the strap was new for him, “the pleasure of being taken by a cock is not foreign to me, gem. No love too intimidating.” It was then that the thought of him being taken like this by a guy, or him fucking another man, had sprouted in your mind - something you kept filed away until the right moment came to revisit that.

Like now.

A knock on the door pulls you out of your thoughts, and Ezra frowns as you let his cock slip from your mouth. “Gem, I must implore you to ignore that interruption,” he sounds breathless as he grabs your wrist before you can slide your fingers out of him. “As much as I enjoy you keeping me on the edge…” he pauses when you give him a challenging look and curl your fingers up against his prostate, making his hips buck hard. “... having a visitor take up your precious time is not something I’m willing to indulge in.”

“But I got you something.” You smirk when his eyes light up and lean into the kiss he’s offering. “I know you’ll like it.”

“Well… You’ve piqued my interest with such a delightful promise,” he muses before he takes over your mouth with a deep kiss. “Nevertheless, I’m sure the courier can leave this offering at the door. I’m not ready for your hands to leave my body just yet. I…” He groans when you slowly start to move your fingers inside him again, and lazily runs a hand over his chest, teasing his nipples until they’re both hardened by the attention. “Grant me another one of those delightful fingers, gem.”

The hitch in his breathing makes a shiver run through you, and as another knock sounds on the door, you wrap your left hand around Ezra’s cock. Slowly stroking him without any hurry, matching the pace of your other hand. He watches you with pleasure, whimpering quietly when you gently slide his foreskin down to reveal the head, then lean down to lick the precum off his dick and your fingers.

“Come on in, the door is open,” you call out into the direction of the door once you’ve licked up all of him, almost like an afterthought. The momentary surprise on Ezra’s face is easy to spot, but it shifts almost immediately to amusement tinged with a hint of mischief. Most noticeable, he makes no effort to cover himself up or discretely move away from your hands - if anything, he makes a point of spreading out more on your sheets. Luxuriating like a cat under a warm beam of sunlight. Or perhaps a panther in the green is a more apt description; no trepidation, just a single minded focus. It’s exactly what you were counting on.

You press a kiss to Ezra’s stomach as you hear the front door open, and his cock twitches in excitement at the startled gasp of the visitor. “Oh, fuck, I’m so sorry, I thought—”

“You thought right, no worries”. You grin as you lick away the last drop of precum that has welled up, then take in your guest. Benny. Just as pretty as when you met him the other day. Tall, blond, a slim but well-defined body that makes it clear he likes to work out. Younger than Ezra, but not too young - probably late twenties or early thirties. He’s a sight to behold in many ways, but that pouty bottom lip and his captivating eyes stand out in particular. You know Ezra is a sucker for that - you remember him telling you that it were your eyes that had drawn him in. Like aurelac. Believe me, gem. I should know, considering how much I’ve harvested it.

“Glad you came. Close that door, would you?”

“What a pretty thing you’ve sourced for us.” Ezra’s voice is quiet so only you can hear him, yet his dick is anything but subtle; he’s positively throbbing under your fingers, but not addressing Benny yet, waiting for him to approach the bed. You see the hesitation on Benny’s face as he takes in the two of you, but there’s no room for hesitation in the way he licks his lips and shrugs his jacket off.

“Hi… I’m sorry if I’m interrupting.”

“Not at all, gentle man.” Ezra props himself up on an elbow, gesturing for Benny to come closer. He’s enjoying this, the panther in him all relaxed yet fully alert, letting his prey come to him willingly. “What is your name?”

“Benny. I met… we got to know each other, and she told me to come over.” He’s clearly trying to not be too blatant about staring at Ezra, but it’s fairly impossible to not look right at that stiff cock, surrounded by the thick curls of his pubes. It takes a moment, but then Benny seems to realize that you’re not just jerking off Ezra; you’re also still fingering his ass with easy, lazy movements. He clears his throat as he seems flustered, clearly not knowing where to look.

“Benjamin. Hello, Benjamin - I’m Ezra. You must have met this gem at the drinking establishment,” Ezra suggests as he strokes your cheek, holding Benny’s gaze. “Surely you were as enthralled by her as I was. Tell me, did you try to make her yours?”

Benny laughs nervously, running a hand through his dark blond hair as he shrugs, seeming flustered. “Yeah, I-... I’m sorry, man. Didn’t know she was yours.”

It takes one to know that Ezra’s smile isn’t quite as friendly as it could be, with just a little too many teeth bared before he speaks. “That is not true, Benjamin. This gem belongs only to herself. I have the distinct pleasure of enjoying her whenever she deems me to be worthy of her time.” He pats the bed next to him as an invitation. “Your presence here would suggest she has plans for you, too. So this is… exciting.”

You nod at that as you slide your fingers out of Ezra, who does not seem too pleased about this. “I want to watch you fuck Benny,” you say casually, grabbing some sanitizer and a cloth to clean your hand. “He’s never been with a guy, but I don’t think that has to be a problem. Or is it, Benny? Sit down.”

He follows the command without hesitation, radiating golden retriever energy as he seems eager to please, and just a little bit overwhelmed. You reward him by brushing your fingers over his jawline, tracing the soft stubble and the more pronounced goatee under his plush lip. He looks slightly dazed, but you have no concerns about that. Setting boundaries was no problem for him, you had already figured that out yesterday - because else you wouldn’t have invited him over. “Can I kiss you?”, you ask, and he nods silently.

“Use your words, Benjamin.” Ezra speaks up before you say it, and you can tell how the tone in his voice has changed since he last spoke. It’s sharper, hungrier, with a little bit of fangs in it. “I expect you to engage in candid discourse with us. Otherwise this is not happening, my friend.”

Something flickers in Benny’s eyes - a hint of resistance, or maybe he just rightfully feels intimidated. Ezra never is subtle about taking control of a situation, getting the upper hand either through words or more tangible weapons. But Benny doesn’t back down, lets his fingers brush down your arm, grazing your breast by no accident. “Yes, you can kiss me. Both of you can”, he then adds, sounding like a dare as his eyes are still on Ezra. “I’m fine with most things, and if not I’ll let you know.”

“How fortunate for us.” Ezra smiles as he leans back against the headboard and lazily runs his hand over his dick, giving you an expectant look. You don’t waste any time, revising your earlier plans to initially only make out with Benny. While he can’t take his eyes off Ezra, you climb into his lap, steading yourself with a hand on his shoulder as he settles in. He looks up almost in surprise, as if suddenly being shaken out of a day dream, and he wraps his arms loosely around your waist as he faces you straight on now..

“I like how you’re drooling over Ezra,” you tease him, to which he immediately blushes. “No, don’t worry, I’m the same way. It’s hard not to,” you hush him as you settle in, wriggling around for a moment until you’re comfortable with the angle, your bare pussy pressed against his denim covered cock. You brush your lips over his as you slowly rock against him, feeling his hand slide to your hip, the other one firmly grabbing your ass to pull you closer. “Ez has a nice dick, you know. Thick, generously sized… ever been up close and personal with an uncut cock?”

Benny seems already breathless when he kisses you, his tongue just as eager as his hips are, grinding up against you. “No. Not with any cock, really. Fuck. He’s… hot.” He groans when you grind down harder against him, your slickness leaving a wet stain on his pants. “You’re both really hot,” he then adds, kissing you harder as he seems to gain more confidence now. Slipping his hand between you, he gathers your wetness so he can tease your clit with his fingertip, and you whimper in delight by how effective he is. You can tell he wants to explore more, would probably gladly slip one or two fingers inside of your heat, but that’s not going to happen yet - you have plans.

“I like your mouth,” you breathe as you break the kiss, resting your forearms on his shoulders as you lean back slightly, perfectly aware of how this pushes your tits up in a spectacular fashion for him. “You any good with it elsewhere, too?”

His lips are on your breasts before you even finish the line, hot tongue licking one nipple before he moves to the other, then sucks it into his mouth in a way that makes your clit throb. “Anywhere and everywhere” he assures you when he lets go of it with a wet smack. “You want me to eat you out?”

“Not now. Maybe later,” you sigh in pleasure, rocking a little harder against his fingers, enjoying how he’s taking his time to figure out what gets you going. Over his shoulder you see Ezra, a predatory glint in his eye when he realizes he’s got your attention. You bite your lip hard when the hand around his cock speeds up, and Ezra lets the other one lazily slip between his legs, teasing himself with deft fingers where yours were minutes earlier.

You have to hold your breath for a moment to not lose it right there, and Ezra takes full advantage of it. His dark eyes hold you captive as he slips a thick finger into his hole, and you groan when you hear him breathe your name. He wants to get fucked by you, hard, and he’s not shy about it either. You’re throbbing in response to it - between his blatant need and Benny’s fingers between your legs, you feel yourself getting way too close way too fast. Especially when Benny’s mouth returns to your breasts, his teeth and tongue alternately teasing your nipples until they feel just as sensitive as your clit.

You pull yourself off Benny’s lap just before the waves threaten to overtake you, legs slightly wobbly as you try to compose yourself and calm your breathing. Benny is looking just as dazed as you’re feeling, and you’re pretty sure that the large wet spot on his jeans isn’t just caused by your arousal only.

“Pretty Benny,” you say softly as you run your hand through his long locks, admiring the play of dark blond hair with some lighter strands. You’re pleased to see his head tip back as he swallows, anticipation on his face when you slowly twist some of his hair around your fingers. “Tell me something. You like being told what to do?”

Benny’s eyes become glassy at your words, and you feel a little jolt of triumph at his eagerness. Perfect. You give a gentle tug at his hair as a warning for his lack of direct response, and he whimpers. Squeezing his stiff cock through his pants as his gaze remains on you, he doesn’t seem aware of Ezra moving behind him. His eyes close when Ezra’s large hand envelops his throat loosely, cupping it with thick fingers that then move up to stroke his chin.

“My gem is not in the habit of repeating herself, so I will do you that courtesy right now, Benjamin.” Ezra’s voice is gentle and warm, but you can hear the warning in his words. “She asked whether you like being told what to do.” His thumb slips into Benny’s mouth, its pad stroking Benny’s tongue for just a moment, then resting on his lip again. You feel slightly dizzy by how captivating it is. By no means is Benny a meek man, and he even has a couple of inches on Ezra in height. But there’s a willingness in him to follow orders, particularly when given by Ezra, that you find incredibly exciting.

“I do here, yes.” Benny’s voice is strained, and he finally opens his eyes again, looking at you. Both men having their glances fixed on you, both looking as hungry as you feel; one confident to the point of being almost predatory, the other momentarily overwhelmed by his own arousal. Ezra hums, reaching out to brush Benny’s lower lip with his thumb, his other arm snaking around Benny’s waist in an embrace. He dips his head down slightly so he can whisper in Benny’s ear, and you already know what he’s going to say.

“Suck it.”

Benny obeys immediately. The wet sound of his mouth around Ezra’s thumb gives you goosebumps, and you feel yourself throbbing once again. You had not yet planned on coming, preferring to take your time and enjoying the lazy exploration between the three of you. But you can’t help yourself any longer - you need your release now.

You slide your hand between your legs and touch your clit, gasping at how swollen and sensitive it is from Benny touching you earlier, and the extensive attention Ezra had paid to your pussy even earlier. Before you can reach further and slip a finger or two inside, Benny’s hand reaches for yours, a pleading expression in his eyes.

You nod benevolently, feeling his fingers gently enter you - only two, but thicker than yours are, and you moan as he strokes you, explores you. With ease he finds the right spot inside of you, rubbing and tapping it gently, and he smiles when you clench tight around him in response, your pulse suddenly skyrocketing. Without even blinking, he increases the pressure a bit while you stroke your clit, in tandem working towards your orgasm, and in no time at all you’re crying out and coming hard around his fingers.

Only once you’ve eased down, Benny withdraws from you, a content look on his face. For a moment you think that he’s going to put his fingers to his mouth, but he surprises you - turning to look at Ezra and offers him his slick fingers. The glee on Ezra’s face couldn’t possibly be any more radiant, and he grins as he wraps his fingers around Benny’s wrist. “A most gracious offering, my friend - it appears we have a good partnership here,” he muses as he lifts Benny’s hand to his lips.

“Fuck me, you’re killing me with that,” you whimper, hearing how hoarse your voice sounds. The sight of Ezra sucking Benny’s fingers into his mouth, cleaning them with his tongue before he lets go, is making you greedy. For more, for them, for someone’s dick being taken down someone else’s throat, and it’d better be soon.

Ezra smirks, entirely too pleased with your reaction, then leans in to kiss Benny. Cupping his face in his hand, a gentle kiss on his lips first, but as Benny sighs in pleasure you see Ezra quickly get bolder. He shifts on the bed as he draws Benny closer to him, fingers stroking through the dark blond hair as he leans to kiss his jawline, then lets his lips wander back to Benny’s mouth again.

“Your eyes are extraordinarily striking.” Ezra hums, almost as if talking to himself, his thumb brushing over Benny’s eyebrow. “Ocean blue, but.. viridescent. No. Aquamarine,” he corrects himself, and you smile to yourself - that’s exactly what you expected him to call it the moment you laid eyes on Benny. Leave it up to Ezra to try to capture colors through precious stones rather than using obvious terms.

Benny laughs a little awkwardly, clearly unsure how to respond to that. “Ahh, thanks? Hey man, you don’t need to woo me.”

“I can assure you I am not even doing such a thing, Benjamin, nor do I believe that I will have to do so when pursuing you,” Ezra teases him playfully, reaching down to the unzipped jeans so he can cup Benny’s cock through the gray underwear. “If I may be so bold - you already appear to be a done deal, my friend. Wooing does not seem necessary anymore.”

Benny huffs as he shakes his head dismissively. “You’re very cocky.”

“You’re very pretty.” Ezra laughs loudly when Benny blushes again, and you reach out for Ezra’s hair as you give it a hard tug before he can say anything else.

“Smart ass. Be nice to our guest, hmm?”

“Of course.” Without missing a beat Ezra’s hand lightly grasps yours and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss to it. “You may want to go have a drink of water, gem. Hydrate yourself. Perhaps bring your cock with you when you return?”

Benny looks confused for a second, but seems to drop it when Ezra grabs him for a proper kiss this time. There’s a moment of hesitation from Benny, but then his hand slides into Ezra’s neck and he pulls him closer. He takes over the kiss from Ezra, tongues greedily finding each other to share the taste of you and explore each other. Fuck, they’re beautiful. Ezra’s roughness, unpolished edges and a direct approach to ensnare you in his words, make you part of his game - versus Benny’s eagerness, being entirely too pretty, the light and captivating energy around him impossible to resist. They’re a good match in all their contrasts.

Benny pushes Ezra down into the pillows, practically climbing into his lap, and Ezra’s large hands immediately paw at him to remove his shirt. It’s tempting to stay and watch, but you remind yourself that some water is a more urgent need right now. You gulp down a cup from the chilled pitcher, then half of another one as you walk to the dresser across the room. The mirror above it gives you a perfect view of the guys making out, and you shamelessly admire them as you rummage through your toy drawer. First your leather harness, then you sort through the silicone dicks until you find the turquoise one that you like the best for Ezra.

Once you’ve put on the harness and slipped the dildo through through the O-ring, you walk back to the bed under the watchful eye of Ezra, who has Benny grinding into his lap as they’re still making out like teenagers. Eventually he breaks the kiss, sucking a quick hickey onto Benny’s throat as he watches you touch your silicone dick.

“Kevva, gem. Look at your cock,” he says quietly, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire for you. He grabs Benny’s chin lightly and turns his head, making him look at you, and you see the surprised expression on Benny’s face as he takes in your appearance. The way the leather straps softly dig into your skin, the size of the dildo, and then you see the realization dawn on his face that none of this is a surprise to Ezra.

“Your mouth is all messed up,” you say as you reach out for Benny stroking the slight redness that Ezra’s stubble left on his pale skin, lips swollen from kissing and his skin slightly flushed from Ezra’s stubble. “Looks good on you.”

“Would look even better on you, gem.” Ezra’s voice is low and gravely as he runs his fingers through Benny’s hair, brushing the strands back. “How about you suck her cock, Benjamin. Do you see how magnificent it looks on her? You can show her that you know how to use that pretty mouth in different ways,” Ezra whispers into his ear, urging Benny off the bed and in front of you, then adds, “Show us how you can take me in later.”

The breath Benny sucks in at those words is clearly audible, making Ezra’s grin widen even more as he moves to stand behind you, running his hands over your soft curves as he keeps his hard dick pressed against your ass. For a moment you wonder if this might be pushing him a bit too much, but then Benny kneels at your feet, a sight to behold. All lean muscle and strong arms, dick hard in his underwear, and looking even more fucked out than earlier.

Benny’s fingers brush over the leather straps of your harness as he examines it on you, pressing kisses to some spots where the leather is threatening to leave an imprint on your skin. “I like the leather,” he says, sounding almost surprised, and just like earlier you find yourself clenching again, especially when he fingers the base of your cock and the balls. For some reason his careful explorations thrill you more than expected, especially once he decides to go for it and lap the head of your cock. Careful licks at first as he seems bashful, fingers brushing over the ridges and fake veins on the phallic silicone. You let him explore, let him get used to the idea of him being on his knees and about to take you in - hell, let him get used to the idea of a dick in his mouth period, even if it is a fake one.

“It’s not gonna bite you, Benjamin.” Ezra has moved over to Benny and is now kneeling behind him, hand resting on Benny’s back as he nods at the dildo. “Will you allow me?”

You raise an eyebrow at Ezra. “Look at you, so polite and sweet to him. Why don’t I get that?”, you tease, and Ezra grins as he smacks your ass hard, making you yelp.

“Because you do not care for that, gem. Come here.” You watch as Ezra’s hand closes around the strap on, leaning in without a moment of hesitation.He’s done this so many times, but never in front of anyone else. Benny watches Ezra’s tongue lavish your cock with attention, and you can tell from the way Ezra’s fingers press into your hips that he’s getting too excited, his body desperately needing release from having been stimulated in so many ways this afternoon.

A quiet groan escapes from Benny’s lips as he watches Ezra’s head bobbing, up and down, and you see Benny’s hand close around himself, the head of his cock almost angrily red and leaking all over him. He fucks himself into his fist, then whines loudly when he sees Ezra take you in all the way - sliding down on your cock until his nose meets your skin and the leather straps.

You laugh, almost breathlessly, as you slide your hand into Ezra’s sweaty hair and cup the back of his head, holding him in place as you watch his throat work on you. “You take it so well, Ezra. Fuck, yeah, there you go,” you gasp, starting to pull back when you feel him gag for a moment. “Easy there, easy-”

“I’m fine,” the words stutter from Ezra’s lips as he sits up, catching his breath before he turns to Benny, his eyes glimmering with mischief. “Oh, shit. That really got you going, huh?” He sounds hoarse as he nods at Benny touching himself, then leans over to him, pulling Benny into another sloppy kiss. His hand joins Benny’s, intending to help jerk him off - but you’re officially out of patience with Ezra’s chaotic energy crackling at frantic levels. He’s been too wired for too long now, and you know there’s only one way he’s going to be able to let that go.

“Get your ass on that bed,” you tell him as you smack his butt playfully, looking for the container of slick under the pillow. “Now, pretty boy. You too, other pretty boy,” you nod at Benny, “...go sit against the headboard.”

They both follow your lead, but you can tell by the glint in Ezra’s eye that he’s not about to back down - you know it’ll just be a matter of minutes before he’s running his mouth again. “I don’t want to hear you. Got it?”, you warn him preemptively as you push him down in the sheets, onto his stomach, then give his ass another hard slap as you twist the lid off the small glass jar with slick.

Ezra groans, letting out a deep sigh as he looks back at you. “Again. Other side too,” he says hoarsely, then sucks in a deep breath when you oblige - a smack against his other cheek, then two more on each of them as you hear him whimper in pleasure.

“Thought I told you to be quiet”, you challenge him as you spread the slick all over your cock. “Ass up now. Are you–”

“I’m fine, yeah,” he interrupts you, so eager he’s nearly tripping over his words, and he whines as you spread his cheeks, running your slick fingers over his asshole. “Please, just…” He groans when you run your thumb over his rim, letting it slip into for a moment. “Shit, shit, yes. Come on, gem, I can-...”

His words trail off as you push into him, just the tip of your cock at first, making sure he’s taking you as well as usual. When he nods at you to keep going, you slide your hand under him and reach for his half hard cock, stroking him steadily as you push further into him. His breathing still stutters but he takes the strap easily, eagerly as always. When you look up for a moment you see Benny staring at the two of you in awe.

Ezra notices it too, and you feel the laugh that’s rolling through his chest before you hear it. “I think Benjamin is rather intrigued by the idea of being taken by a cock, gem,” he suggests, sounding rather amused as he grinds back against you. You pick up the pace as you thrust into him, and it doesn’t take long for those broad shoulders to fully relax. His cock is leaking in your hand as you fuck him steadily, hitting him at just the right angle to make him groan, and you hear him lick his lips as he beckons Benny to scoot closer. “Benjamin… come over here, won’t you? I don’t bite. Unless you’d want me to, in which case… today is going to turn out even better than I thought it was.”

“Hey, Benny? I’m gonna need your help here,” you order the other man as you keep up your pace, resting one hand on Ezra’s hip and the other one on his back, as you stroke his warm skin that’s glistening with sweat. “Need you to shut him up, okay?”

“Fuck. Yes - please,” Ezra gasps, his voice breaking for a second, and you feel a shiver run through him. You’re not even sure which one of you three groans the loudest when he takes Benny’s cock in his mouth, but you can feel your thighs slick with our arousal by the view in front of you. Benny’s a goner almost right away, his hand on the back of Ezra’s bobbing head as he guides him down on his dick, hips pushing eagerly towards his release.

When Ezra’s nose brushes against Benny’s neatly trimmed pubes, holding still for a moment, Benny’s hand drops away as he mumbles something incoherent. You hear Ezra’s half choked grin, see him pull back as he licks Benny’s tight ball sack which earns him another moan. “Tap out if it’s a no,” Ezra tells him before he spits on his digits, brushing his fingertips over Benny’s taint which gets him an even louder moan than before.

“Jesus, Ezra,” Benny mumbles as he closes his eyes, leaning his head back as he lets Ezra handle him. You’re not surprised when you see a flash of Ezra’s pink tongue sliding over the perineum, and you slow down your thrusts to not jostle him too much. When Benny’s hips suddenly buck up hard without a warning, you hear Ezra hum and the sound of more spit against skin.

“Just relax, Benjamin, I’ve got you. Let it go,” Ezra hushes him, rubbing Benny’s thigh soothingly as he keeps his mouth to him, a soft smack of his lips as he sucks on his finger. “ ‘s Gonna feel good, I promise, yeah?” Even though being behind Ezra doesn’t quite provide you with a clear view, you can see just enough of what’s going on - Ezra’s tongue tracing Benny’s rim, slick with saliva, hushing him some more to relax as he takes his time, and then Benny whimpering when Ezra’s finger gently pushes inside of him.

“Fuck. Ezra, fuuck, I can’t– please… please,” Benny begs him, and Ezra beams as his finger slides into the second knuckle. He hums as he mouths Benny’s balls before moving back to his cock, the back of his head blocking most of your view as he works on drawing more moans and pleas from Benny. It’s not long before Benny cries out Ezra’s name along with a string of curses, his body shaking hard until he goes pretty much boneless.

Benny heaves a deep sigh as he practically melts into the bed, reaching out to brush something off Ezra’s face - some spilled come, you would assume. “Sorry,” he says, not sounding very regretful at all as a smirk plays over his face. “Got it all over, huh?”

“I’ll take you on your word that that was not deliberately aimed, Benjamin,” Ezra says with a shrug, brushing the back of his hand over his cheeks and forehead. “Make sure to keep that in mind next time when I bust a nut over your face, too, hmm?” he adds with a grin as he wipes his hand clean on a bedsheet, then wiggles his ass against as he looks at you over his shoulder. “That was some good team work from our partnership, gem.”

You nodded as you rub his ass gently, moving along with him as you slowly start to pick up the pace again. “Hey, at least it wasn’t me in the line of fire this time, you know?”

He laughs at you, stretching his arms one by one, followed by his back as he hums contently under your touch - the caresses to his back, the kiss you press against his bicep. He still has the predatory look on his face from earlier, that panther stretching in the sun while examining his prey, looking extra smug this time.

“Yeah, but you clean it up so pretty with your mouth,” he teases, the two of you both knowing that Ezra is always the first to grab you a wet towel when it’s needed. “As for now…” His eyes darken slightly as he grasps your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss before he brings it to his throat, folding your fingers gently around him.

“Better finish me good, gem. You know I’ll make it worth your while.”

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pettypiastri · 1 year

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my boyfriend's boyfriend

jamie drysdale x fem reader ft. trevor zegras

requested by @corneliaskates: "okay in light of these photos… I’m making you write jamie for me what about like moving in with him but like moving in with him also means moving in with trevor and… chaos ensues"

wc: 2.3k

warnings: blood in the context of undercooked food and also minor injury, reference to Jamie's shoulder injury and doctors offices, swearing, mention of drugs in a medical context, chaos, buffoonary

a/n: just some fun casual writing for a collection of scenes that i think you’d likely see upon moving into the zegras/drysdale household, pls enjoy the chaos! lots of this unhinged behavior we already knew about the 2 of them but a few details came from the recent "The Players Lounge" podcast episodes with jamie and trevor so go listen! (also would the homies wanna see me write for mason mctavish cause i really would love to do so)

Jamie stares blankly at the doctor as he continues to come to. He doesn’t hear the inquisition the doctor made. The first thought on his mind is the only thought he's had since he skated off the ice, his left shoulder in a dead hang: his season is over, there’s no way around it.

“Mr. Drysdale?” The physician tries to get Jamie’s attention.

“Yes, umm I’ll be there to help him. I’ve taken time off work.” Jamie turns his head slowly to look at you. He barely registers what you’ve said. He almost wants to ask you to repeat it but he knows he heard you right. The doctor shifts toward you, flipping through the aftercare instructions and various medications Jamie will have to take. You’re collected, attentive, and receptive all the while Jamie’s eyes bore into your profile, trying to understand. He’s still drowning in self-wallowing and frustration and now is trying to parse through the funny sort of feeling in his heart watching you prepare yourself to be a part time caretaker for him. Not only are you here right now, you’ve just admitted out loud, without any previous discussion between the two of you that you are not just willing but going to help him during his recovery?? He feels an intensity to communicate his love and appreciation for you that he’s not used to but ends up manifesting as,

“Will you move in with me?” The door to the exam room has just barely clicked shut from the doctor’s exit. Your spine is rod straight now from where you were previously collecting your purse and coat. Jamie’s always been a fiddler, twitching and messing with loose skin on his finger or the belt loop of your jeans, but now he sits perfectly still as he stares at you.

“Where’s the big red button, I think they gave you too much of something bud.” Humor always serves as a great deflection tactic for you but Jamie won’t let you off the hook.

“No no, I’m serious. Do you want to move in with me?” Your expression remains slightly standoffish as you draw closer to the bed. As you prop yourself on the hospital bed, you notice his eyes are inviting, stoic: a safe place to land. Lazy fingers reach to soothe Jamie’s uninjured arm.

“Would you have asked me if you hadn’t torn your shoulder?” Jamie’s nod is emphatic.

“Yes, it probably just would’ve taken me a bit longer to ask. You still make me nervous-- but like in a good way, in a good way.” Jamie stumbling over his words endears you like nothing else. “I kind of hate being without you, not in a weird codependent way, I just really like who I am when you’re around.”

Your mind is already made up after Jamie’s unbridled honesty but you still have to ask,

“Shouldn’t you run this by Trev first maybe?” He is a member of the household, though not much of a contributing one. To sell his conviction, Jamie’s eyes don’t leave yours as he reaches for his phone in the back pocket of the jeans he thinks he’s wearing. He gets an awful fright meeting bare skin under the hospital gown. Creasing at the waist with laughter doesn’t hinder you too much as you dig for his phone in your purse. He takes it sheepishly from your grasp. As he dials Trevor’s number, you urge him to put it on speaker phone.

“Jimmy! How high are you, man??”

“Z, Y/N’s gonna move in with us.”

“I thought she already lived here?”

—

Since the moment of Jamie’s injury you’ve been practically inseparable. Surgeon consultations, post op, helping him dress, cooking for him, you’ve truly been there for it all for Jamie. Now that he’s several months post op and regained most all of his range of motion, he’s been eager to pick up some slack.

“Are they closed?”

“Jamie my love, yes. I’ve literally had them closed every time you’ve asked in the last 15 minutes.” You sigh, patience thinning at both the frequent reminders and… well… how goddamn slow Jamie’s being. To pass the time, you’ve taken to concocting a game with the yellow spots on the inside of your closed eyelids.

“Dude it’s been fucking hours would you hurry up already?”

“Trevor, no one asked you.” Jamie snips at his childish best friend. It’s date night tonight and Jamie wanted to cook for you. Trevor decided, because he is cripplingly codependent, that he just had to sit on the living room couch to scroll Instagram. You’ve mentally taken the under on Trevor stealing some of your bread with olive oil within the first five minutes of it being in front of you because ‘Jimmy why didn’t you make any for me too?’

“Okay it's ready, you can open!” Slowly doing as you’re told to readjust to the well lit dining room, you catch Jamie scurrying around to his side of the table. His face holds an adorably pleased expression, you can tell he’s very proud of himself. The spread in front of you is barbequed steak, bread with olive oil, and a green salad; a shockingly balanced meal. A normally restless boy, Jamie vibrates with excitement even more now as he waits for your appraisal.

“Jamie baby, it looks amazing! Thank you!” Crows' feet emerge to compensate for his smile becoming impossibly wider, yet he’s still a bit shy, bashful after your praise.

“I’d hope so, it took you long enough Jimbo,” the peanut gallery croons again. You don’t even acknowledge Trevor as you begin to saw through your steak… until red liquid begins to pour out… Stunned and surprised, your mouth gapes for a moment, finding the gentlest way to put things.

“Jamie,” drawing out the final vowel, your eyes flick to his. His expression is eager with eyebrows raised in question.

“How long was this steak on the barbeque for?”

“Like 10 minutes I think? Why?” Jamie pales slightly at your question.

“I think the heat was too high babe.” Jamie observes his steak with a close eye and then oggles yours from across the table before reaching for his knife.

“What do you mean? You said it looks amazing, I mean look at those char marks!”

“Jamie baby, it's practically still moo’ing…” Trevor bursts out laughing, his stupid wheeze accompanying Jamie’s panic. As his knife breaches the admittedly lovely crust, bloody liquid pours out of Jamie’s steak as well. The color of his cheeks grows to match that of what's on his plate. Jamie starts to say something but it’s Trevor’s voice you both hear instead.

“Just put it in the microwave.”

—

The team returned last night from the East coast road trip. You and Jamie have been in denial about Trevor’s return, trying to stretch out the silence with a lazy day on the couch. Trevor however has had other plans.

“Why do I have the least blanket right now? I’m literally the tallest of us three.”

“Because no one invited you to join?” You shove at Trevor’s toes that are digging into your thigh from how you’re sardine-d on the couch. He whines as you do so, pushing at you back. Harder. “Ow Trevor stop!”

“What I’m not fucking doing anything!”

“Guys! I can’t hear what they’re saying!” Jamie bursts, effectively shutting you both up. Trevor glares at you as you snuggle further into Jamie’s chest, Jamie's arm visibly tightening around you. The face you give Trevor is smug.

“Fine, I’ll just go somewhere else then.” As he stands from the couch he makes an equally childish display of flipping the blanket up and over your head, messing up your hair and covering your eyes.

Jamie coos quietly at you not to say anything or react so you remain calm and settle in to watch the rest of the current episode of Yellowstone with your boyfriend.

A few minutes later when there is a distinct cacophony of falling caps, banging metal doors, and at least a liter container of liquid (hopefully closed) hitting the floor, it’s not hard to tell Trevor has decided to do his laundry. He comes back upstairs acting as if nothing was afoot.

It’s not until an hour later when Trevor has made the switch to the dryer that you notice something actually might be off. Wafting up from downstairs is a distinct smell of burning. You pause to be sure your nose isn’t confusing something else before voicing your worry.

“Do you smell that?” Jamie sniffs violently enough to be audible.

“What are you– oh shit!” Jamie moves from behind your back leaving you flopping onto yours from his quickness. “Trevor!!” He shouts while bounding down the stairs. “I told you, you have to clean the lint trap every single time you use the dryer!” His voice grows inaudible the farther downstairs he gets. Trevor peeks his head out from his room.

“Was he talking to me?” You can’t help but laugh, hands covering your face in disbelief.

“Why are we friends with you?”

“I’m fucking awesome, duh.”

—

“Okay don’t panic–” Is all you hear before you start to panic. “But umm Z might’ve slipped on the roof…”

“Tell me you’re joking. Why are you calling me? Oh my god Jamie, call the trainer or something! Is he hurt?” It’s brisk in the shade where you stepped out of your office to answer the incessant calls from your boyfriend. You’re still not off for another hour.

“I think he’s okay. Definitely tore open his leg but we put some stuff on it. He’s still complaining about it but you know him, he’s always complaining about something so I think he’s okay.” As Jamie finishes, your phone vibrates with a text. “I sent you a picture of it.” The picture reveals a shallow cut about 6 inches long down the front of Trevor’s calf. There’s still remnants of blood around the cut itself and more notably about 12 normal sized bandaids placed like a patchwork quilt over the area of interest. Idiots. “We didn’t wanna get in trouble with the team…” Jamie says softly, decidedly embarrassed.

“I see. Okay well great job with the band aids you guys. I’ll pick some more up on the way home and some other supplies. Why were you up there?”

“I was playing guitar and Trevor came up to tell me he could do it better and then promptly took it from me.” There’s a pouty lilt to Jamie’s voice that makes you wonder if Trevor’s really the one that got hurt.

“Did he damage your guitar Jim Jam?” A shiver rakes your body as you’re desperate to get back inside the office.

“No, thank god.” He’s quiet, waiting for your reply.

“You’re doing great Jamie, it’s really coming along baby.” He chirps a thank you, easily excited by your dismissal of Trevor’s insult. The two of you say your goodbye’s over Trevor’s whining in the background.

On your way home, as promised, you stop at a drugstore to grab some gauze and larger wraps for Trevor’s ‘injury.’ You send a snarky picture of two contending boxes of Band Aids side by side to Trevor. Your caption ‘Mandalorian or Tangled?’ Something tells you Trevor’s reply is completely serious when your phone lights up with ‘Flynn Rider.’

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Jamie slips into your shared bathroom as you’re fanning gently at your face. He smiles kindly but doesn’t start a conversation. Instead he reaches for his toothbrush and sets to brushing his teeth. The two of you don’t normally get ready for bed together at the exact same time. Typically one of you is asleep on the couch and being prodded at by the other to come to bed. Well, you normally prod at Jamie while he normally gallantly carries you to bed without disturbing your sleep. As he brushes his teeth, Jamie observes you as his entertainment. He steadies himself with a hip popped against the counter and one foot crossed in front of the other.

Jamie’s attention does not bother you. Being the type not to speak until prompted, Jamie’s stays silent, his watchful gaze comforting if anything. That is until his lips form a small smile around his toothbrush that begins to grow. Finally you flick your eyes over to him in the mirror and notice toothpaste beginning to trickle down his chin. A drop that was lingering ominously begins to fall so you lurch forward to catch it in the palm of your hand, not wanting to risk the white carpet square Jamie’s standing on.

“If you keep smiling like that you’re gonna get toothpaste on yourself Jamie. Be careful.” The toothpaste in your palm is flicked into the sink before you promptly rinse your hand. Jamie heeds your warning, deciding it's time for him to rinse as well. After his hands are towel dried he moves to hug you from behind. The smile is still on his face.

“Seriously, what are you smiling about, mister?” A giggle escapes your chest. You feel Jamie’s shrug against your back as you dig for another product in the drawer next to you.

“Dunno, I’m just so happy you’re here.” Around you, Jamie’s never shied away from honesty and it’s something you’ve always appreciated. The last few months living with Jamie and Trevor has been chaos, hell at times, and insanely stressful but you’ve still found joy in every moment. So you meet Jamie’s honesty with some of your own when you say,

“There’s no place I’d rather be.”

Later, when the two of you find yourselves curled around each other in bed, under an excessive number of blankets, it’s like Trevor has ESP for when he’s being left out of affections. A knock on the conjoining wall confirms this theory. His voice is muffled but you can still make it out.

“I love you guys.” Jamie chuckles and kisses your forehead, shaking with laughter of your own.

“We love you too Trevor.”

#jamie drysdale #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #trevor zegras #trevor zegras imagine #anaheim ducks #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #ducks hockey #my writing

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vesper-tinus · 1 year

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Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to write smth with a military reader where they’re a sniper as well, but they see König or Ghost and go “I want that one” and where they’re normally sarcastic and a little shit, with them they’re soft and like here’s your coffee, exactly how they like it or whatever? Sorry this is a little ramble-y

Hello! I'd certainly be happy to try! Hopefully I managed to capture the personality you were looking for, though I admit I struggled a little trying to encapsulate it!

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Sniper ! Reader

Summary: You settle down with Ghost for some tea, when he reminds you of when you met, and the aftermath you get to experience every day. Keywords: Established relationship (but hidden!), Soap - Reader - Ghost is a chaotic trio fr fr, reader's callsign is "Grifter"/Griff for short, and also quite popular with the grunts 😉 Wordcount: 1290

“One tea,” you call out, voice sing-song and light, as you place the ceramic mug in front of the masked soldier. Ghost rarely, if ever, lets anyone fix him a cup, and you can’t help but preen at the trust he puts in you… or the fact that you might be damn good at making tea.

Meanwhile, Johnny whines like a child left to thirst, a pout taking over his features as he slouches forward in his seat. “Why does he get tea, and I don’t?” He attempts to throw Ghost puppy eyes for pity points, most likely to leech a sip or five, but is only met with a scoff. If anyone were to be immune to Johnny’s wiles, it would be Ghost. With you as a strong second contender.

“Do I look like a barista to you, Soap?” you ask, brow arched as you gesture to yourself—dressed semi-casually, but obviously military personnel now that you’re back at base. You roll your eyes heavenward at his theatrics as you settle on the bench, fighting back a smile at the friendly bickering. It's quite the norm between the three of you, and you would have it no other way. Even if it means being called out for your hypocrisy.

“Not their fault you’re too lazy t’make your own cup,” Ghost chimes in, muttering a thank you your way as he shields the mug, warming his fingers. He is still masked, but you have no doubt he’s smirking at Johnny’s misfortune. You, yourself, find it difficult not to.

“Blatant favouritism!”

“Proper dickhead. Aren’t you running late for your meetin’?”

“Get tae fuck,” Soap replies with a half-groan-half-laugh as he stands from the table with poorly concealed haste, rolling his shoulders as he offers the two of you an informal farewell—his middle finger. “You’re lucky I’m needed elsewhere.” And he’s lucky that he has you two to remind him.

“Don’t fall asleep during debrief like last time, Soap!” you call after him, and before the Scotsman turns the corner, you hear a muffled “Shut it!” which only makes you cackle like a hyena.

With your newfound privacy, your leg brushes against Ghost’s as you sit shoulder to shoulder on the metal bench. A casual gesture that means more to you than meets the eye.

“...and then there were two,” you say, grinning from behind your cup as you turn to look at Ghost. Your expression softens as you see him peel off the balaclava, a tinge of embarrassment flustering your cheeks. You should be used to this by now, his face, yet somehow it always manages to take your breath away. Perhaps it is the trust he has in you, to bare his face so casually, that makes your heart flutter.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he says before occupying himself with the tea you’ve kindly provided.

You let out a light laugh. “Really? We both know you’d delete them off my phone within a minute—you’d probably destroy the phone, too,” you tease, but avert your eyes from him out of politeness. You know he can get uncomfortable after prolonged staring. So instead, you pivot in your seat, leaning back on your elbows to watch the entrance. This way, you can warn him should anyone unfamiliar enter, leaving him ample time to put on his balaclava.

From out of the corner of your eye, you can see him watching you for a brief moment; seemingly satisfied with what he finds, he stares forward once more. He takes a swig of tea, stifling a smile at the taste before taking another.

“Remember when we met?” he asks with a deceivingly casual tone.

How could you forget?

Your team had been ordered to assist with coverage—a last minute, panicked detail. The mission was accomplished, but 141 had gotten separated during escape. You had been told the mission could be considered a “high risk, high reward”, and now the mission was cashing in the risk. Luckily, your unit excels at extraction.

You remember catching the telltale skull mask skulking in the shadows, almost unnoticeable. Not to you, of course, you had been trained to watch for these things. Faces in the shadows, movement where there is none. You watched him through your scope—the infamous “Ghost”—and you remember smiling when you spoke up.

“I see you, Ghost. You got two marks dead ahead of you in conversation, and two just around the corner blowing smoke. You could manoeuvre around them, or...” You pause, faint amusement evident in your next few words, “We could exercise some teamwork.”

“Grifter,” Ghost responds cordially, and through your scope, you see him roll his shoulders. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

A laugh startles out of you at the memory, and the consequences that befell you both afterwards. “Yeah, I remember,” you muse with a smile. “I remember getting scolded like a teenager. For taking too long. Everyone was waiting for us. They blamed me more than you.” But you also know that he spoke up for you in private. You must’ve impressed him during your short, but eventful, time together, and not just because of your skills as a spotter.

You cross one leg over the other, head slightly tilted as you continue to watch the entrance.

“I still don’t know why you agreed,” you confess, smile softening.

“Bastards deserved it,” Simon replies factually, “and I was curious.”

“About what?”

“You," he says with no hesitation.

That startles a laugh out of you, mostly of disbelief. “Seriously?”

Simon just hums, slightly amused with the way his lips gently uptick.

“Few things are more dangerous than a sniper with a sharp tongue,” he says, and you arch a brow as you watch him out of the corner of your eye, waiting for him to continue. “A sniper with a soft heart, for example.”

Your face lights up, dimples appearing in the plains of your cheeks as you smirk. So he had you figured out from the get-go? The cheek of him. Your voice drifts into a chuckle at the gentle teasing. “Only for you.”

A brief silence follows, only to be interrupted when you hear the footsteps of a group approaching. The faint sound of laughter echoes as you squeeze Simon’s bicep. Alas, it looks like your time together is to be cut short.

It often is, but the two of you will make up for it later.

You often do.

You feel his hand grasp yours, squeezing back, before he stands from the table. He leans down, pressing his lips to your temple in a kiss before swiftly covering his face with his signature balaclava. It couldn’t have taken more than three seconds total.

“Much appreciated, love,” he says with a dulcet tone, voice low and quiet, just for your ears.

You preen at the attention, knowing that this is a rare occurrence.

“Best leave now before they circle you for an autograph,” you tease, looking much more pleased than before. You cannot deny the appeal of fleeting touches, and a rogue romance.

Ghost pushes the, now empty, mug towards you before taking his leave, avoiding the newcomers all together. And like ships in the night, as Ghost disappears, a group of squaddies appear, hooting and hollering amongst themselves.

“Oy, Griff!” one of them calls to you, “got room for us?”

You smile wide, gesturing to the emptiness around you. “Forgot to put your eyes in this morning, Davis? I shouldn't be surprised, considering you nearly shot Instructor Johnson.” The group breaks into laughter as they flock to join you, settling down around with drinks and stories of their own. And so many questions.

You rub your temple, smiling to yourself with a pleasant warmth filling your chest.

#simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw22 #x reader #reader #fanfiction #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 imagine #cod imagine #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #reader imagine

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vodika-vibes · 5 months

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Can i get a Cowboy Rex? Please? The story can be anything you want.

A Fresh Start

Summary: You're a new veterinarian in the area, and Rex, a local ranch owner, has become a regular client...and a friend.

Pairing: Cowboy!Rex x Reader

Word Count: 920

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I hope you like it! I don't write Rex very often, I'm not entirely sure why-

Moving from the city to the county was supposed to be hard. Everyone told you that you were going to struggle with how quiet it is in the country. Some of your more assholeish friends claimed that you would be back in six months.

But the truth is, you enjoy the quiet and the slower way of life.

The idea of moving back to the city, even at this point, sounds like a nightmare to you.

Besides, as a large animal veterinarian, you kind of need to live in the country for your livelihood.

“You have no idea how glad we were when we heard you were taking over the old clinic,” Rex, one of your regular clients, says from where he’s sitting on a hay bale, watching as you check over one of his mares.

“I can imagine,” You reply with an easy laugh, “Honestly, I can’t believe Doctor Whillis was still in business. He’s ancient.”

“I think it was sheer stubbornness,” Rex admits with a shrug, “But people weren’t going to him so much anymore.” He grins at the back of your head, “It’s why you’ve been so busy.”

“Well,” You say easily as you continue your examination, “if nothing else, all of the business is allowing me to drag the clinic into the modern era.”

“Oh, I’m sure the fossils who work with you have been thrilled about that.”

“There have been a few arguments. I informed them that I would be willing to pay for them to get the training they need on the new machines.” You pull away from the mare, and lovingly stroke her nose, “They’re all refused, and so I’m in the process of having to replace them.”

“Well, they were all retirement age anyway.” Rex says with a shrug, “So, how is she?”

“Totally healthy, if not a little overweight.” You reply easily, “You said that she’s acting oddly? Have you changed anything about her routine recently?”

“The only change is that we’ve cut down on her treats, because of the weight gain.”

You laugh softly, “She’s pouting. She wants treats, but you won’t give them to her, so she’s sulking.”

Rex huffs out a laugh and runs his hand over his short hair, “Of course that’s the case. She’ll get over it, right?”

“Eventually.” You agree as you smile at him, “Is this the only one giving you any trouble?”

“That’s it.” Rex hops off the hay bale, “Thanks for coming out so quickly.”

“You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t something more serious.”

He hesitates, “So…uh…would you like to come inside? Have some coffee? My brother made some cookies this morning-”

You smile at him warmly, “Let me put my stuff in my truck, and then I would love some coffee and snacks.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

You carry your bag to your truck, and you toss it in the backseat, taking a moment to make sure the cooler with the vaccines is still cold, and then you head towards the house properly.

You push open the door, and kick off your boots so as to not track mud into Rex’s house, and you follow the sound of his moving around into the kitchen.

“Coffee will be done in a few minutes,” Rex says, as you pull out a chair and take a seat. He sets a plate of cookies at the center of the table and then sits across from you, “So, Doc, how are you adjusting to live in the country?” He asks with a lazy smile.

“Easier than I thought I would,” You admit as you lean back against the chair, “I appreciate the quiet.”

“I bet you do. The city’s always so loud all of the time. I don’t miss it at all.” He smiles ruefully at your surprised look, “I was a soldier, and lived in a lot of cities. It was a family career, a lot of my brothers are still soldiers.”

“How many brothers do you have?” You ask.

“Too many.” He laughs, “But I don’t mind, I love them. Most of the time.”

You grin, “That sounds familiar.”

“Oh? You have brothers?”

“Not so much, but I have several much older cousins who were close enough.” You explain, “I’m the baby, unfortunately.”

“And they let you move to the middle of nowhere? I’m impressed.”

“I kinda just did it without telling them until after I moved.” You admit, “There was much screaming and shouting about my reckless behavior.”

Rex laughs, “That sounds right. It’s good that they care about you so much.” He pauses, “They’d hate that you were alone in my house with me, wouldn’t they?”

You snag a cookie and break off a piece, “Oh, without a doubt.”

“Hm…” Rex takes his own cookie and absently spins it between his fingers, “Say, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not unless there’s an emergency.”

“You wanna go out to dinner?”

You pause and blink at him, “Like…on a date?”

“Yeah. Exactly like a date.”

You stare at him for a moment, and then you smile at him, soft and slow, “I’d like that.”

Rex relaxes slightly, “Then I’ll pick you up at the clinic tonight.”

Your smile grows into a grin and you lean across the table, “I hope you know that asking me on a date will only make my family dislike you more.”

Rex leans across the table as well, there’s a glimmer of something in his gaze that you can’t quite place, “That sounds like a them problem, cyare.”

And you laugh.

#star wars #tcw #captain rex x reader #rex x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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nap-mak · 1 year

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What soft love songs the Fellowship dedicate to you (and why) <3

In the mood to make myself cry, plus I’m in my ‘i was i wasn’t lonely’ phase of the night.

Pulled most of these from my notes app lmao, and i listened to each one while writing, I highly recommend giving them a listen!

GN! reader, mostly you/your used :) (Obviously some songs will involve specified gender, please correct as you need, and remember that these characters would absolutely make these changes as well)

Frodo Baggins - Hopelessly Devoted to You - Olivia Newton-John (Grease)

He definitely has the distinct memory of the classic slow burn moment of “Oh. Oh.” happening, where he realises just how much he loves you. He knew he was head over heels, and he looks at you like you hung the moon. And if you sing it to him- UGH😩💙. IN LOVE, HE SHALL BE. He probably hums it a lot when doing work or writing. Of course, the lyrics are quite relatable to him. Frodo has this internal belief that the person/people he love/s can’t love him nearly the amount he adores them. He was willing to sit around and wait on you, in the hopes that you would see him in the same way. His brain knew he should just move on, but he couldn’t let go, and he’s glad he didn’t. He’s so devoted to simply loving you.

“Hold on to the end, and that’s what I intend to do. I’m hopelessly devoted to you~”

(gotta appreciate that me looking up his name resulted in a bunch of po-tay-toes memes. anyway. back to the hcs)

Samwise Gamgee - Hello, Hello - Elton John ft Lady GaGa (Gnomeo & Juliet)

He’s a sucker for meet-cute stories, and would unironically love this movie, even setting aside this banger of a song. The moment he saw you, he felt captivated by your beauty, whether or not the meeting went well or if you fell on your face. The song is just so cheerful and wholesome. He probably told you that the song reminded him of you, and that sparked the romantic relationship. Every time this sequence plays he’ll just look at you (if/when you watch the movie). PLEASE SING THIS AS A DUET WITH HIM AAAA. (He isn’t Elton John, but his voice is lovely 🥰)

“Hello, hello (Hello, hello), my, my, my, what have we here?”

Peregrin Took - I’ll Be - Edwin McCain

Honestly it’s hard to explain this one. It’s just so soft and sweet and really describes how he feels about you. Also as the youngest and a, quoting Gandalf here, “fool of a Took!”, the line “and I’ll be, better when I’m older…” is just- MWAH. This song reminds me of him honestly. He is, as the song states, “your crying shoulder”, the “greatest fan of your life”. Everything about you takes his breath away. We all know he’s the best singer in the fellowship, and its just gorgeous to listen to him sing it, especially because he means every word. He also probably dedicated this to you early on in the relationship, and it was definitely your wedding song (if you got married).

“I’ll be, better when I’m older. I’ll be, the greatest fan of your life~”

(tumblr needs more Merry gifs istg-)

Meriadoc Brandybuck - Nothing - Bruno Major

Honestly you wouldn’t expect such a lowkey song for such a high energy guy, but he’s a sucker for lazy days and sweet moments. He’s, as he likes to say, ‘work-avoidant’, and just wants to spend all his time on you. He also finds the song easy to sing to you, so thats a plus. The lyrics just resonate with him, similar to my picks for Pippin and Frodo. He’s very competitive, but he honestly doesn’t mind losing to you. He pretends like romantic or soft movies don’t make him cry, even if they do. He gets the appeal of going out and drinking and laughing, but just staying at home with you just sounds so much nicer to him. Its all about the little things in life with him, the small moments, the laughs, and every ‘I love you’ that makes him feel lighter than air.

“Dumb conversations, we lose track of time. Have I told you lately? I’m grateful you’re mine~”

Aragorn - Dark Red - Steve Lacy

He knows how dangerous his work and life is, and he’s always had this fear of leaving you behind (hence the ‘something bad is ‘bout to happen to me’). He only sees you in his life, no matter who else is wanting for his attention, he’s so devoted to you. He only hopes that you’ll stay by his side and fight with him, and he’s not willing to give up on you. No, he refuses to give up when you are involved, and he fights so hard to keep you safe and protected. The song also is easy to mumble to you when he’s tired, and it’s soothing for him to listen to. It’s just a symbol of how much you mean in his life, and how he trusts you with his heart.

“Only you, babe, only you darlin’, only you~”

Legolas - Lover - Taylor Swift

Unabashed Swiftie in general, but this song just hits different. So first off he probably already called you his lover, and when he found the song he thought it was perfect. I can definitely see him learning guitar and playing this song for you as well. Into the actual song analysis, this song frames his want to be close to you, the mysterious way he was drawn to you, the way he felt like time flew by whenever you talked. Also I feel like he’s made jealous relatively easily, and that’s also in the song. His heart has been borrowed before, but he’s glad he’s ended up with you, to hear your jokes, save you seats, and call you his lover. He definitely likes to sing this to you late in the night, and i can see him humming/mumbling it whenever the two of you just stand and hold each other. Its so wholesome, and he loves the way your eyes light up when he sings it with all the love in his heart, all of it for you.

“You’re my, my, my, my… lover~”

Gimli - If You Love Her - Forrest Blakk

Honestly, he’s not a very observant dwarf, but he does pay attention to you. He knows you, and he cares a lot. Protective of you to a fault, but just wants everyone to know that they shouldn’t take you or your heart for granted. He hates to admit it, but he thinks you are precious (I’M SORRy-) and every small thing about you is worth taking note of. And he does, so he knows exactly how to make you happier. He’s your personal hype-man, and truly believes that you are the best thing he has ever had. He uses the song as a guidebook on how to treat you, and while he won’t say it, or sing it, he does play this song for you and leave in a huff, just hoping you’ll know this song is meant to say that he loves you. (He might even dub it over with your preferred pronouns for the big reveal, and it’s quite funny)

“They’ll love you, if you love them like that~”

Boromir - Summer Love - The Workday Release

Boromir really thinks this song demonstrates his feelings towards you, and how he wishes you’d stick around with him. You remind him of the summer, warm, bright and hopeful. It was so simple for him to fall in love (it’s like counting 1,2,3). He’s awestruck by your beauty, and doesn’t find it enough to dream about you, he needs to be holding your hand, feeling your presence. He wants to face the world with you there next to him. You always manage to give him a smile, make sense to him, and be honest. He’s not sure how to articulate everything he feels around you, so he just says that he loves you.

“Surely this is love, this is love, this is summer love~”

WOOOOO IM DONEEEE

Ive been writing for the past 2+ hours and it’s late and I’m tired, but I really hope you enjoy. If you want to request a fic, any fandom will do, I’ll get back to you on it, I promise.

Let me know if you want me to do a Part 2 with some other characters <3 Have a great day!!

#lord of the rings #x reader #the fellowship x reader #music #headcanons #love songs #oops made myself cry #highly recommend!!#frodo x reader #sam x reader #merry x reader #pippin x reader #aragorn x reader #legolas x reader #gimli x reader #boromir x reader

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watching-sam-and-dean-again · 2 months

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Supernatural, Season 8 Sam Musings (Ranting):

There are many things I love about Season 8, like The church scene in Sacrifice, or the four (four!) brother-hugs we get throughout the season, or the moments of Dean trying to take care of Sam (even though Sam fights it), or having side characters that I actually like (for the most part … not Amelia), or the good moments of bad-brother-communication (there are some), but what I absolutely hate is the sacrificing of character for "story" that we see in this season.

So, shocking as this will be to the few who follow me or have read my thoughts (rants) before, but I’m a Sam-leaning brothers fan. And as someone who is Sam-girl adjacent, the beginning of Season 8 makes me ragey. Ironically, it was partially the "abuse" of Sam's character by the writers (among other things) that actually confirmed my tilt towards Sam because it forced me to think more deeply about Sam and his motivations. The writers also pulled some shady crap with Dean's character.

So, you can find my ramblings under the cut, if interested …

So, let’s tackle Sam's oft considered worst offense first: Sam not "looking for" Dean. What the actual fuck was this? I mean, I get it in theory; they brought Sam low in the start of the season, making him "betray" and "fail" Dean again, in order to high ten his rise to Savior Sam 2.0, but it was lazy writing, and almost unforgivable in two ways, out of character actions and failure to meaningfully explain said actions.

First, I’m sorry, but it’s just out of character to have Sam—Psychotic Without Dean—Winchester not look for his brother. We have so much canon proof of this that him not looking for Dean in season 8 is almost offensive. In "Faith" when Dean is going to die, Sam finds him to a "faith healer," and when it turns out another life was exchanged for Dean's, Sam obviously isn’t happy about it … but, I don’t exactly see him wishing to undo it either. In "In My Time of Dying," Sam is totally distraught throughout the entire episode because Dean is dying, even willing to embarrass himself in front of Dean by pulling out a "talking board" (or whatever it was called) just to try and communicate with him, and he wanted to save him so badly but didn’t know how. These two episode alone show us that Sam would not be okay with just "loosing" Dean, and that if Sam thinks there is even a hope of saving Dean, he isn’t just going to shrug and walk away. So, at the end of Season 7, if he thought Dean was still alive, the Sam we know should have been exhaustive,y hunting for Dean.

Second, if Sam thought Dean was dead, which I think was what the show was suggesting but could have made it more explicit, Sam should have been going insane, as he’s done in the past. In Mystery Spot, Sam basically becomes a revenge-driven automaton, even stabbing Fake Bobby in hope of getting Dean back. And when Dean is killed by the hellhound in "No Rest for the Wicked," Sam is destroyed. Season 4 shows us that Sam tried to trade his soul for Dean's, just an instant trade, but the demon wouldn’t deal. We see that Sam was full-on suicidal after losing Dean, basically attempting suicide by demon, drinking and taking pills. If Ruby hadn’t intervened (for her own evil purposes, but still…), he would have gotten himself killed, not might have. When none of the immediately self-distractive options worked, Sam once again went into full-on revenge mode. Sam without Dean, or at least Sam without a Dean alive somewhere in the world, is not okay. He is desperate and frightening.

Arguably, he’s not actually okay in Season 8 either, but his distress after losing Dean was too subtle, to the point that it almost makes him look a bit cold. So, to me at least, not seeing Sam very obviously fucked up, in some way beyond dating Amelia, over Dean's disappearance/death is a disservice to the character.

On the other hand, if the writers just needed Sam to not look for Dean because the drama was just too delicious for them … more important than, you know, staying true to character … then they should have bloody well shown us why. And showing us Sam shacking up with a bitchy pain in the ass Veterinarian was not giving him anything like fair treatment or good characterization, or understandable motivation.

Now, the subtext is that there was more going on in Sam's head than, "Oops, I hit a dog and met a rude vet. I guess I’ll just give up wondering if my brother is alive and move in with this woman who isn’t even particularly nice to me." He even said that hunting had gotten everyone he loved killed, and he that just "ran," in the first episode of the season. So, to me, this means Sam definitely thought Dean was dead, but the show doesn’t actually make it explicitly clear, at least I don’t think so. And this matters because there is a big difference between thinking Dean was lost and not looking for him VS thinking Dean is dead and not trying to sell his soul (or something else mystical and dangerous) to bring him back to life. It’s actually breaking the cycle and healthier for Sam to believe Dean is in heaven, and try to move on, but the show frames his actions, through Dean and Bobby as this huge failure of character. Also, Sam choosing running away from hunting (which has gotten everyone he loves killed) VS giving into revenge and basic insanity again, while not healthy in its escapism, is actually better than becoming an obsessive psycho. So, not just the fact that Sam didn’t look for Dean that is the problem, it’s the execution of how and why he didn’t look for Dean, or lack of exploration around these issues, that I’m especially annoyed by.

So, because we got what we got in the start of Season 8, my explanation to make it work, or headcanon, is that when Sam thought Dean was killed (not just missing) in the explosion of dick 😏, he utterly fell apart. As in, he collapsed in a heap and lost himself in his own head for a while. Maybe he even went a little insane again, sure that he was having a terrible hell-ucination again, even though Cas had supposedly taken his insanity onto himself at this point. Maybe he even feared he was still in the cage after all, and living through yet another nightmare scenario. So, Sam shattered. When he finally pulls himself together, he realizes he has two options, lose himself again in revenge and obsession over trying to bring Dean back to life, or give up the life that has brought him nothing but pain (and Dean, but Dean's gone now). So, he goes with the latter, thinking surly Dean would prefer that he try to live a normal, non-hunting life rather than utterly losing himself in suicidal behavior and revenge again … right?

What the show doesn’t bother to address either, and what many fans seem not to consider or care about, is that pre-Season 8 Sam has only had the devil out of his head for a matter of weeks/months at this point, and he’s still chalk full of fairly newly recalled hell trauma from being stuck in the cage with said devil for over a hundred years. Dean still wasn’t okay in Season 5, a season after getting out of his 40 year stint in hell, and the show addressed this pretty clearly, which is good. With Sam, the show doesn’t bother to remind the audience of his trauma or link it in any meaningful way to Sam's decision to give up hunting and not try to get Dean beck.

I think that’s the most unforgivable part of the first half of the season for me, not showing us in a way that, while some fans might still not consider it a good enough reason, the audience can at least understand why Sam made the choice he did. If the writers wanted Sam to make a decision that was not consistent with what we have seen of him this far, then they needed to show us why he acted differently this time. The show gave us a buttload of flashbacks (often not smoothly), so they could have very easily given us a few flashbacks of Sam falling apart, choosing to try to live without going insane over Dean, grieving his brother. We could have seen these things and still had time for him to meet and stay with a woman (not Amelia) for even, say, six months before Dean gets out of purgatory. Dean could even not be satisfied with Sam's explanation, or Sam could get defensive and not tell Dean how bad he was doing at first, so the brother drama could still be in tact, but at least the audience would understand Sam's motivations more. In a show where Dean usually gets the benefit of the doubt due to being our more regular POV protagonist, the narrative, and his protectiveness, it was a poor choice not to flesh out Sam's decisions more.

Season 8 was one of the rare times we actually see things from Sam's POV fairly often, and they wasted it on an unlikable love interest and half-explained motivations. The way the season is structured, it looks like it’s actually trying to argue that Amelia was the reason Sam gave up hunting (and Dean), but then it depicts her as incredibly harsh, annoying, and, frankly, not worth giving up Dean for. Giving Sam this particular love interest, one he has no chemistry with, makes it even harder to empathize with him because we (or most of the audience) don’t like her.

The real reason Sam gives up is essentially that hunting cost him too much, and he was too broken to carry on after losing Dean. But, the emphasis on the relationship, even though it’s explained that Sam and Amelia were basically just two broken people pulled together by their pain, doesn’t do enough to actually make it appealing, or to make me buy that Sam even loves her. I get that the show isn’t on the side of Sam living a normal life, and that’s actually fine, but making the relationship so … lame just helps stack the deck against Sam.

Meanwhile, Dean's friend-who-isn’t-Sam is incredibly likable, so we sympathize with Dean giving up Benny for Sam mid season, but most of us have been waiting for the moment when we no longer have to see Amelia being grating all over our screens since pretty much the first time we saw her. Thus, Dean's jealousy, dismissive remarks regarding Amelia, and his casual cruelty in letting Sam think she’s in danger just to get him out of the way, have less weight with the audience because so many of us don’t like her anyway. Whereas, Sam's sudden hate for vampires when he’s always been the more sympathetic brother when it comes to monsters, feels like it comes out of nowhere. And he ends up looking like a dick because the audience knows that Benny is a good guy (vampire), even though Sam doesn’t. Dean is no less jealous of Amelia than Sam is of Benny, but it comes across as more unreasonable in Sam's case. And he seems to be the only one who is often considered to be acting petty.

Here too, I feel the show does a bad job showing Sam's motivations. Sam has an instant hate-on for Benny, and his stated reasons are pretty much … he’s a vampire. And when arguing with Dean, the show has Sam bring up Amy. I mean, sure, Amy was a more recent monster and issue in their lives, but she isn’t a fitting Benny parallel, in my opinion. To me, Benny was to Sam, what Ruby was to Dean. They are both monsters: vampire VS demon. They both saved a brother’s life: Ruby saved a suicidal Sam VS Benny saving Dean in a land of Monsters. Both fought alongside a brother for a shared goal: Sam killing Lilith vs Dean getting out of Purgatory. Both monsters caused jealousy for sort of replacing the other brother: Sam chose to trust Ruby over Dean regarding Lilith VS Dean literally telling Sam that Benny (unlike Sam) has never let him down, and he lies to Sam to protect Benny. Sam should have brought up the mistake of trusting Ruby in their argument, if he thinks Dean is wrong to trust Benny. Of course, if Sam so much as said "Ruby," Dean would probably just fixate on Sam not listening to him back then. The thing is, looking at the Benny issue in relation to Ruby, it’s actually fair that Sam distrusts Benny. Of course, i do I think he’s also jealous and feels guilty.

Anyway, the season then sort of tries to make up for Sam being hard to sympathize with, by making Dean be straight up cruel to him a few times, which I don’t love either.

#supernatural #sam and dean #spn meta #sam winchester #dean winchester #Season 8 #ranting ahead #Season 8’s treatment of Sam #my thoughts #thanks to the gif makers

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The whole Larys/Alicent bothers me not just because it’s another example of the writers fetishising female abuse and unnecessary ableism but simply from a writing perspective it doesn’t make any sense!

Naerys and Rhaella Targaryen were one of the most victimised women in House Targaryen but even then I would shout “jumping the shark” if George implied some lowly Lord can make them preform unwanted sexual acts.

So if it’s unrealistic for these two how tf does it make sense for Alicent??? She’s the most powerful woman in Westeros, one word from her Criston would gut Larys, Aemond would feed him to Vhagar, Aegon would have him executed, hell even Viserys would do something!

She’s so above him in the pecking order it’s insane, but the writers don’t respect her so this is what she’s been reduced to.

I agree it’s absolutely nonsensical and there’s no way he’d get away with sexually abusing the queen of the seven kingdoms. No matter how much blackmail meterial some random lord would have on a royal, they’d be losing their tongue or their head at the mere suggestion of sexual favours in exchange for information or their silence. Vaemond lost his head, with no arrest or trial in front of a crowd for calling Rhaenyra a whole and no one did anything so Larys has nothing over Alicent.

Even if I was willing to suspend my belief enough to think Alicent wouldn’t pull rank and threaten him with execution for kinslaying at the mere suggestion of sexual favour - let’s say Alicent is so used to being abused and used that she feels powerless to stop it - it’s still a huge stretch to believe any targaryen Queen would be abused by a lowly lord

I also find it highly unlikely that criston wouldn’t figure it out something was wrong given that he’s her personal guard and would likely be outside. He spends enough time with her to notice if she was in distress or if she would arrange for him not to be around with larys there he’d get suspicious and given that he killed a man over a disrespectful comment towards Ali, and got away with it, he would brutally murder Larys over assaulting her and face no consequences. Aemond is also very perceptive when it comes to Alicent and her emotions so he might get suspicious of Larys, who would then become a dragon snack before Aemond even gets the full story. Aegon despite being shown as lazy and uninterested in the goings on would also jump at the chance of feeding larys to sunfyre. I’d argue that Otto, the hand who is essentially acting in place of the king wouldn’t allow his daughter, the queen, to be subjected to sexual exploitation by a lowly lord and would likely have larys report to him with any information with the constant threat of execution hanging over him. Even if they want to strip Alicent of her power and autonomy, the idea that the powerful men (bc they love saying she lives in service of men) in her family, her loyal murderous guard and even her sickly king husband would allow this to happen for 6+ years and just wouldn’t notice I’d ridiculous.

I’m sure they’ve got some weird thing about using sexual abuse to punish Alicent for “choosing the side of men” and also keeping her in a victim role, instead of a leadership role. even when she is supposed to be the most powerful player in the room. The fact that they allegedly wrote a scene where blood rapes Alicent during the murder of her grandson, in front of Helaena and the children, a scene disgusting enough that Olivia outright refused and caused her, Matt and Emma to call a meeting last year to get the scene removed from the script just solidifies for me that they’re doing exactly what d&d did by using rape and SA as shock value and torture porn. At least d&d never tried hiding behind a “feminist perspective”

#i seriously have concerns about how rape and sa and the portrayal of victims in s2 i don’t even want to watch it atp #anti hotd #house of the dragon #hotd spoilers #alicent hightower #rape tw

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Little Duck & Her Bicycle (Little Duck AU🐥💛)

Pairing: Dad! Chris Evans x Arlie Mae x Momma Evans

Summary: Nothing is sweeter than watching your husband teach his favourite girl in the world how to ride her new bicycle

Warnings: non, very fluffy sweet dad chris :)

A/N: life is beating my butt real bad rn and I’m just trying to push through and distract myself with writing and being on here but that's life I guess

Word Count: 689

The look on Arlie’s face as the garage door opened to reveal a brand new toddler sized bicycle was one you’d take a mental snapshot to remember for the rest of your life. Her eyes lighting up as she squealed in excitement, running up to it and touching the streamers on the handles gently

“My own bike Momma!!”

You chuckled

“Your own bike my love, daddy got it just for you!”

“Thank you, daddy!”

Arlie turned and dove into Chris’s arms causing him to let out a soft laugh, holding her to his chest

“You’re welcome princess, wanna try it out?”

“Yes pwease!!”

Before getting Arlie ready, Chris set up a comfy chair in the laneway for you to sit down in, your face flushed under his gaze as he sent you a wink

“Get comfy mama, the show is about to begin”

Placing a kiss on your lips he walked back to where Arlie was waiting patiently

“I’m ‘weady daddy!”

“Alright duck, let’s get your helmet on!”

Chris reached over and took a small helmet in his hands, yellow and covered with yellow ducks, the happiness in her eyes showing him just how much she loved the helmet

“Wow! Look at the duckies!”

“All the duckies for my little duck”

Giggles filled the garage

“That’s funny daddy!”

They got her helmet figured out, the straps adjusted until it sat perfectly on her head, Chris helping her get on and sit on the seat of her bike, her little body wobbling a bit as she put her hands on the handlebars

“Okay baby so, you’re going to put your feet on the pedals and push down, that will get the bike rolling, when you want to turn use those strong arms to tilt your handlebars”

Arlie nodded her tongue poking out of her mouth in concentration before she pushed down, willing the bike to move

“I’m doing it!! Momma I’m doing it!!!”

You smiled at the thrill in her voice, pulling your phone out to film her slowly making her way out of the garage and onto the flat driveway

“You are baby! Good job, keep going!”

Of course, the bike had training wheels on it so she wouldn’t fall, but the more she started to bike around, the stronger her confidence got, and you could tell by the smile on her face, Chris walking alongside of her just in case he’d need to grab her if something happened

“You’re doing so perfect, look at you go Arlie!”

“I’m going so fast!!!”

Chris looked at you when you laughed, his heart quickening at the pure joy on your face, Arlie stopping in front of you after biking around a couple more times

“You see me momma!”

“I did my love, you did so well!”

She smiled at your praise before letting out a sigh

“I think I’m done daddy, too tired…”

Chris chuckled helping her off the bike, before pressing a kiss to her cheek, her helmet taken off seconds later

“I am so proud of you baby, did so well on your bike!”

She hummed leaning her head on his chest, it was enough to make anyone cry just at how sweet the two of them were together

“Snack time yet Momma?”

You laughed standing up slowly, the growing baby bump starting to make things a lot harder, and you still had a ways to go

“I think it could be snack time duck, maybe even some ice cream for doing so well on your bike!”

“Ice cweam?!”

You squished her little cheeks and pressed a kiss to her forehead

“All the ice cream my love”

Chris wrapped his free arm around your shoulders as the three of you walked into the house, Arlie’s chants for ice cream soon floating through the kitchen, every day you were reminded just how thankful you were to have this little family of yours, it didn’t matter if you were having a lazy Sunday, baking cookies, or watching Chris teach Arlie how to ride a bike. This was your own slice of heaven, and you hoped it wouldn’t go anywhere, anytime soon.

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Matchmaker Matchmakers 🎄🎄

Request from @jbuckybarnesfan

"I was just wondering if you're still taking requests, could you do one where Bucky & reader have a crush on each other, neither one will do anything for fear of getting hurt/rejected & it takes Steve, Sam, Natasha, & Wanda to do a WHOLE LOT of match making?!?!?!?! Thanks!! "

Pairing: Avenger Bucky Barnes x Avenger Reader

Summary: You have been in love with Bucky, he loves you right back but neither of you want to make a move, Tony & the gang aren't as willing to wait as long as you two though.

Word Count: 6.5k

Warnings: Fluff, evil masterminding, Bucky with a boner, swearing, angst.

Graphics: @firefly-graphics

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I loved writing it & always love a fluffy Bucky & at this time of year it had to be Christmas themed. Chapter 4 of Your Love Gets Sweeter Everyday will be up on Saturday FYI.

Anything small & italic is a flashback to the meddling.

Life in the Avengers tower was finally calming down for the Christmas break, it always surprised you that world ending threats typically had a shut down period allowing you some time off, kind of considerate if you think about it. Your fellow team members were your family, you were all each other had so typically your festive period would be spent in New York, surrounded by Tony’s ostentatious decorations, ridiculous parties & most importantly the love of your life Bucky Barnes.

Except he didn’t know he was the love of your life, you had been pining for him for years, he was an absolute flirt with you at times, especially when he had some of Thor’s Asgardian ale, so you forever got your hopes up just to have them dashed each time. It hurt & would inevitably lead to an intervention from Natasha & Wanda, they would beg you to make the move, put yourself out there for him to take but you couldn’t face the idea of rejection & ruining a great friendship you had built.

Your lazy morning lounging around the living area had been rudely interrupted by a far too perky Steve Rogers & Sam Wilson after their 10 mile run in the freezing cold, you had practically become one with Bucky on the sofa trying to steal some of his body heat having refused to put more appropriate clothing on, your cotton pj shorts & hoodie were too comfy to swap so you just attached yourself to him as you watched TV.

Slowly the other team members filtered in to join you, all rolling their eyes seeing their desperately in love friends snuggling on the sofa living in denial that the other felt the same, suffering through the sickeningly sweet way you would treat each other, Tony was constantly on the brink of just shouting it out loud for you both to hear, admit your feelings & stop this charade.

After a vomit inducing tickle fight during the commercial break with you constantly telling him you were too cold Bucky threw you over his shoulder & declared that you could watch the movie together in bed where it was warm, leaving the other Avengers shaking their heads at the pair of you yet again ditching them to be alone.

When the coast was clear Tony let out a big sigh pinching the bridge of his nose, ‘ok I’m just going to say the thing I shouldn’t say.’

‘Tony’ Steve warned, sensing he was about to say something reckless involving his best friend & the girl he was hopelessly in love with.

‘No Capsical, anyone else absolutely sick of them tip toeing around each other?’

‘Absolutely yes, I swear if he flirts with her one more time & wimps out of asking her out I’m going to the press to tell them in detail what a pussy the winter solider is.’ Wanda declared.

‘Well, the bet we had going was only fun for the 1st year & seen as everyone timed out, I think it’s about time we do some meddling to get those idiots together.’

‘They’ll get together when they’re ready Stark.’ Steve was ever the optimist which frustrated Tony no end sometimes, he was sure Bucky would eventually confess how he felt, with what he had been through it was totally understandable to be hesitant & he didn’t want to push his best friend too much.

‘No Rogers, they’re wasting time & they will regret the chances missed if they’re not careful.’

‘So how do we play this?’ Natasha was all in, she was the one that had to deal with you moping around when you got down about being in love with someone who you didn’t think felt the same, so if a bit of matchmaking got you everything you had ever wanted she was ready to meddle.

Tony drummed his fingers on his chin like he didn’t already have a plan in place, ‘I’m betting tin man is the jealous type?’.

Sam nodded, ‘Bingo, he once threatened me once because I helped her get a mug down from a shelf instead of him.’

‘Wow, ok jealously we can do, anything else?’

‘They need to be alone; we disturb them all the time & he hates it, that’s why he just runs off with her.’ Everyone looked at Wanda puzzled as to why Bucky would share that information with her. ‘What? He has very loud thoughts sometimes.’

‘Ok ok, my brain is concocting some things, keep going.’

You felt sick, dread, a tidal wave of unease at the situation you found yourself in, singles night at the tower was apparently a genius idea by the not so single Tony Stark, agents & avengers paddling in the dating pool with each other, that meant you were being forced to socialise with people’s who’s names you definitely forgot & worse still Bucky would be inundated with pretty women throwing themselves at him & you would have to sit & watch.

Tony had declared himself the host, allegedly come up with an indisputable personality algorithm that would match you with people on your frequency & then the compatible pairs have 10 minute dates, all whilst enjoying the finest Christmas cocktails & festive music. The idea that the Avengers sat down & the agents were the ones being herded around gave you a major ick & you tried to get out of it several times from the moment of inception but here you were, sat down waiting for the 1st round hoping it would be over & done with sooner than later.

‘How to get tin man jealous in one simple step, well several & lots of planning by yours truly. Gather round children & listen to a genius at work.’

Nat couldn’t help an eyeroll, ‘So modest.’

‘I know, tis the season of goodwill so how about a little gathering & I host a Love Train speed dating night, I’ll send round some personality tests & match avengers with agents after passing this with HR so we’re not violating anything of course.’

‘How is setting them up with other people going to bring them together Mr Stark?’ Tony clutched his chest & scrunched his face at the naivety of the young Avenger.

‘Oh Peter my dear child, we don’t pair them with their actual matches, we pick the worst ones so they have a miserable time & instead of one guy, Barnes can freak out over the fact he has 10 people to compete with. Whaddya say kids, who’s up for some flirting with a martini for true love?’

‘I told you I’m not getting involved Tony.’ Steve’s blank expression hadn’t changed at the ridiculous suggestion from the so called genius.

‘How about I invite that brunette you ogle at every training exercise Rogers, Lorenza is it?’ His raised eyebrows irritated the Super Solider no end, but he wasn’t about to turn down that invitation.

‘Fine I’ll participate in the dates but that’s it. I don’t want the blame when this all blows up on your face.’

‘It won’t, who knows if she’ll even get to the 2nd date. He’ll probably just throw her over his shoulder & march off with her.’

Steve pondered the thought for a moment crossing his arms over his chest, ‘Well don’t come crying to me when he does & still doesn’t say anything to her.’

Well Phil or was it Paul? No Phil was fine, a bit plain & boring, it made you think that this was your ‘frequency’ the way Tony kept bigging up his personality test bullshit, hold up, were you boring? No, no, it must have been a glitch, was he 6ft, broad, dark haired & blue eyed? No, so therefore wasn’t your type, he didn’t stare once not even a glare, ugh, so once he had left the table you added a cross to his box. Next.

By round 5 you started to believe you must be the worst person in the world, you & Bucky had spent the night exchanging looks, silently communicating the absolute torture of the night, everyone else looked like they were having a blast typically. You quickly downed your drink ready for the next guy, hoping to God this one could hold a conversation, so you didn’t have to do all the work, 10 minutes was a surprisingly long time.

‘That bad darlin’?’

You looked up at the man sat directly in front of you, of course you hadn’t heard him sit down, he moved like a ghost sometimes, your face lit up & for the first time that night you smiled.

‘Bucky, what are you doing?’

‘Looks like I’m number 6 on your list.’ He made a show out of crossing out whoever was on his list & replacing it with your name & gestured you to do the same as you giggled at how silly he was being. Of course that 10 minutes flew by, you were lost in each other talking about the usual nonsense you always did & when the inevitable bell sounded your shoulders hunched & you stuck your lip out in protest, before you knew it a vibranium thumb was releasing your pout & you were stuck in his gaze wanting him to lean in, to just sweep you off your feet & not have to endure anymore of this nonsense.

A not-so-subtle cough from suitor number 7 sounded next to you & you gave him a scowl even the Winter Solider would have been proud of, Bucky released your face & stood up, squaring up to the agent who cowered under the intense scrutiny the solider studied him with.

Bucky leant down to your ear, ‘Say the word Doll & I’ll throw you over my shoulder & we can get out of here.’

You giggled shaking your head whispering back ‘it would be rude, come get me after number 10.’

‘I’ll be counting down the minutes flower.’

He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek & headed back to his table where Becki from the sniper team was sitting, ugh they had things in common, damn algorithm.

The night finally wrapped up when Tony gathered the team, in typical Bucky fashion he had scooped you up on the final bell, you had barely finished the cross next to the absolute misogynist you had just endured 10 minutes with before he picked you up from your chair, he deposited the forms with the smug host & took you for some one-on-one time.

‘Great work team, that was a complete success.’ Tony brushed his hands off like everything was taken care of, Nat, Thor & Sam weren’t seeing things quite in the same light.

‘They were constantly staring at each other, ignoring their dates & then Bucky threatened one of her matches & took his place’, Steve boasted knowing this plan wouldn’t work.

‘Hmm & I so happen to know that they only ticked each other, no one else.’ He wafted the score cards in the air for effect. ‘I swear to god these two are going to give me an aneurism with how sweet they are on each other.’

‘So, it was a complete fail.’ Sam added.

‘Absolutely not, I’m percolating & concocting as I speak.’ He wiggled his eye brows as the next stage of getting you both together came to him, ‘All’s fair & love & war, right?’

The next morning you walked into the kitchen noticing a few of your friends were attempting to soothe a hangover, you felt fresh as a daisy with Bucky cutting your night short, you ended up walking around the grounds of the compound together sharing stories of the evening, particularly getting caught up with Steve’s interest in one of the agents who seemed equally infatuated with him.

‘Hear ye hear ye, the results are in of the Avengers love train singles night, the numbers have been counted & verified & ladies, gentlemen, Super Soldiers & Gods we have a winner.’

You could see Nat wince at how boisterous & loud he was being, you threw him a bone though & took the bait, ‘How is there a winner?’

‘There’s always a winner dear child & you girl are IT. You officially got the most numbers hot stuff, enjoy your gift card to the Olive Garden for being the most prestigious bachelorette in the building.’

‘Eww please don’t call me hot stuff … & seriously, more than Nat?’

Bucky’s jaw felt like it was going to crumble he was clenching his teeth so intensely, Steve tried to offer a sympathetic smile to his old friend, but it didn’t stop Bucky’s pulse from racing, his stomach bile from rising & the potential bottom lip from trembling at the thought of him losing you to some random agent.

‘And don’t think I didn’t see you two getting your 10 minutes in, that one was null & void.’

He threw the envelope of the potential suitors to you along with the gift card, you leant over to your super soldier wiggling the gift card & whispered ‘Fancy dinner on Tony?’

‘I heard that.’

‘I meant you to.’

Without hesitation he threw you over his shoulder & marched you out the room so you could get ready for dinner.

‘Well, that was another utter failure & why is he always carrying her places?’ Scott was now officially Team Iron man in getting you two together, his plan for a love heist had been benched for now after Tony heard his pitch & tried not to laugh at how ridiculous it was. Shrinking yourself down & acting as a devil on the shoulder constantly telling him to ‘kiss the girl’ was not a heist, it was a scene directly out of The Little Mermaid.

‘Did you not see him? An absolute success. That will fester I guarantee it.’ Tony sat drumming his fingers against themselves like some sort of stereotypical evil mastermind. ’On to part two of my plan.’

You couldn’t believe it, a week before Christmas & you were assigned a mission, a mission in the freezing cold tundra, a dead end & a never ending search for a safe house. Thankfully you were paired with Bucky, his survival skills made up for your lack of wilderness exploring experience, you were trying not to moan too much, but you were so fucking cold, your skin stung like it was being repeatedly stabbed with needles & the boredom had kicked in miles ago, you were on the verge of doing a slut drop into the fresh powdery snow for some entertainment.

‘Bucky I’m so booorrrreddd.’ You whined.

‘Not far Doll I promise, then we can get you warm.’

‘How far? & hold up, how did you know I’m cold.’

‘A couple of miles, & I’m cold so I figured Miss ‘I’m freezing’ stood in a desert must be a solid ice block by now.’ He chuckled at the memory & how much he appreciated your cold body pressing against his in the middle of a sand dune.

‘The wind was chillyyyy.’ You wined; they wouldn’t ever let that go.

‘Only to you Darlin’. What can I do to make you unbored?’

‘Dunno, can’t play I spy, hmmm how about we talk. Done all your Christmas shopping?’

‘Almost, one left to get. You?’

‘Yes. I do mine all through the year, I see something & think hmm that’s something Bucky would want & I buy it.’ You seemed to find a lot more things for him though so your backlog of gifts for him sat in your closet, wrapped & waiting for any occasion to give him one. He always laughed when you celebrated even the most miniscule achievement, ‘you didn’t threaten Sam today, here’s a gift.’, ‘Oh you smiled at a pedestrian instead of scowling, here’s a gift.’.

‘But what about the secret Santa?’

‘I prepare in advance & have a list of what I would get everyone, then once I know the name I go get it.’

‘Who’d ya get?’

‘Not telling you.’ You shook your head & crossed your arms defiantly, he may have been a trained assassin, but you could outsmart his interrogation if you needed to.

‘Come onnnn.’

‘No, it’s secret Santa, not tell your bestie Santa.’

‘Hmmm, I’ll get it out of ya before we get back to New York darlin’.’

‘Good luck.’

‘Speaking of which, did you get any luck from the singles night?’

You wondered why he had asked it, you never mentioned dating to each other, you wanted to keep your head buried in the sand regarding his love life & you figured he didn’t really care about yours or lack thereof. Tony had given your number to a select few agents who scored the highest with you & you had been texting them which was a nice distraction from your pining for the 6ft Super Solider currently acting as your windbreaker against the frigid air but there was nothing to it, you wouldn’t ever see them outside of work.

‘Well, as you know I was the champion.’

‘Of course you were.’ He practically sighed out the sentence.

‘Well I’ve been texting a couple of the matches, Toni gave my number to the ones that seemed semi-normal.’

‘Oh.’

He regretted asking the second it left his lips, but he’d been losing sleep since Tony gave you the envelope, wondering if he lost his chance, but when Tony specifically mentioned that his date with you was null & void he had hoped you’d put a tick next to his name. He wanted to throw up because now he got his answer, you weren’t interested, never would be, he knew it, Steve almost convinced him you were into him but why would someone with as much going for them as you choose a 106 year old broken ex-brainwashed assassin.

The cabin was finally within touching distant, Bucky had been pretty silent after he picked up the pace, you tried pulling some kind of conversation out of him, but he wasn’t being very forthcoming, so you decided to conserve your energy & just focus on getting to the safe house.

Your feet were numb, your fingers were hurting from being so cold, you were chilled to the bone & your teeth uncontrollably chattering. Bucky was constantly checking over his shoulder on you, he knew he had to get you some shelter & warmth, he was trying not to get mad at you, he had absolutely no reason to, but it hurt & right now being alone with you would be too much, to have everything he wanted be so close, but always out of reach felt cruel. Why did he have to ask? He was looking forward to having some one-on-one time with you, he always got so annoyed when the others insisting on crashing your movie nights or when you made him dinner after missions away, he would always end up just picking you up & running off with you to have you to himself.

Your limbs felt like lead when you stumbled up the stairs & they quickly gave way underneath you & you braced yourself ready to hit the deck only to be caught by a warm pair of Super Solider arms.

‘Fuck, you’re blue darlin’, why didn’t you tell me you were this cold?’

Bucky was desperate to open the cabin, he stopped short of kicking the door in when the latch finally gave way, he didn’t know how the fuck the technology worked in the place to put the heating on, but he could start a fire. He sat you on the dust covered sofa & quickly stripped off his jacket wrapping it around you, holding your frozen fingers to his mouth & blowing firmly on them to heat you up.

‘You stay here, I’m going to see if there’s any blankets in the bedrooms that I can grab for you.’

You nodded, teeth still chattering as you struggled to speak as Bucky darted in & out behind doors, he finally found the bedroom.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kiddin’ me.’

One bed.

‘Honestly, I should be an evil mastermind, I don’t know how I think these things up I really don’t, quick someone go & get Alpine, so I can pet him & go through part two.’

‘Just get on with it T.’ Bruce pleaded at this point, he had no idea why he was getting involved in all this, like Steve he thought you guys would get together in your own time.

‘So the jealousy is taken care of, that will eat away at Barnes, so how about we sort out some alone time? I’m thinking abandoned hydra base with some critical intel planted in the computer, log cabin safe house, a short trek through a snowy ravine. Oh, maybe when they arrive there’s no heat & they have to warm each other up.’

‘You’re not turning the heating off if there’s snow on the ground Tony.’

‘A bit of mild hypothermia won’t kill them Cap.’

‘Absolutely not Tony, Buck will be fine, she will not.’ Steve very firmly stated resulting nothing but an eye roll from the eccentric billionaire.

‘I swore Bucky took her to burning man once & she wore a coat. Keeping her in the freezing cold intentionally would be like torture.’ Sam warned, yes, he wanted you both together, but Tony’s plans were getting out of control.

‘That’s kinda my point, she’ll be freezing & he’ll be the human hot water bottle needed to warm her up. Oh & guess what, there’s only one bed.’

Nat shook her head grimacing at how Tony’s mind worked, ‘You’ve been reading too many romance novels.’

‘Absolute classic trope & yes, I enjoy fingering through Ms Potts bedtime novels on occasion.’

Sam looked horrified, ‘Eww come on dude.’

‘It’s true, look, what is Bucky an expert in? … apart from scowling? Surviving. I’m pretty sure he spent 50 years in Russia, so he knows how to efficiently heat someone up.’ He wiggled his eyes at Natasha knowing she also obtained these crucial survival skills during her time as a black widow.

‘Oh god Tony, no, she will be mortified.’ As the red head shook her head once more Tony was nodding enthusiastically with a smug grin on his face.

Looking completely lost in what was being implied Scott perked up ‘What, what did I miss?’

Nat sighed, hoping you didn’t have to resort to this if Tony had the gall to set you up, ‘The quickest way to heat someone up safely is skin to skin contact so they’ll have to strip down & cuddle up against each other mostly naked.’

‘Hey presto, there’s a hot rod waiting for entry. Nat, you’re in charge of packing her most scandalous underwear.’

‘That’s it, too far.’ Steve stormed out.

Tony rolled his eyes at the Super Soldier’s dramatics, ‘Such a prude. She’ll thank me when she’s hanging off the grumpy guys arm.’

‘I’m so glad you said arm.’

Bucky had been frantically searching for any kind of heat source to help heat you up, the fire he had started was just beginning to take hold, but you were still ice cold & lethargic.

‘Not long til we get you warm darlin’, Just think of the time I bundled ya in 4 duvets wrapped up like a little burrito & Alpine was ticklin’ ya feet.’ He rubbed his hands up & down your arms trying to generate some friction as you managed a smile at the memory.

‘K.’ You could feel yourself shutting down, everything was numb, but it was like your brain was working in slow motion.

Bucky suddenly appeared in your vision, ‘Sweetheart you’re going to have to get close to me, so my body heat will help regulate your temperature.’

You nodded holding out your arms, ‘k’.

‘No darlin, really close. I mean skin on skin, we’re both going to have to strip down & lay in front of the fire to get you warm as soon as possible.’

Bucky could see you slowly processing what he meant, you were trying to wrap your head around the idea of seeing Bucky practically naked & for him to see you, thank the Gods for Natasha insisting you pack nice underwear just in case anything happened & you needed cutting out your suit. That woman thought of every eventuality known to man.

Your fingers were trembling as you attempted to unzip your coat, he could see you struggling, ‘here let me sweetheart.’ Bucky let out breath, when he imagined stripping you of your clothes it was always under different circumstances, in one swift motion he unzipped you & began to remove your clothes making sure to keep his eyes on your face.

He worked quickly to strip himself & put down some cushions in front of the fire, before removing the last of your layers, he manoeuvred you to the makeshift bed careful to not look, stubbing his toe in the process. You giggled at how respectful he was being, you can’t say you hadn’t had a cheeky glance at him, you couldn’t be blamed with him being all muscle & vibranium stood in his scandalously small black boxers & it certainly helped in increasing your body temperature, ‘Y … You can look Buck.’

You watched as his gaze slowly moved down your body, he gulped trying not to look as desperate as he was feeling & prayed to everything holy that he didn’t get hard, but as he pulled you down on top of him he knew that prayer wasn’t going to be answered. He felt you breathe a sigh of relief as he covered you with the two coats & wrapped his arms around you, tucking yourself into the crook of his neck.

Experiencing Bucky’s surprisingly soft skin against yours was so comforting, it was something you had both done clothed many times before, but this time it felt so different, so intimate & everything you had been imagining when you allowed yourself to dream of waking up in his arms every day.

The feeling was finally coming back in your limbs & with it, a mild tingling which had you wriggling in his arms, trying to rid yourself of the pins & needles plaguing you. You definitely felt it, you knew he had registered the contact when he suddenly took a sharp intake of air, you wanted to read into this; that he wanted you, there were many times you had been in this position & he never showed any signs of anything in that region, but it was there plain as day. It would be so easy to kiss him, to finally have what you’ve been pining for, but you were so fed up of being disappointed you had to rationalise it as the lack of clothes & rubbing, just biology, nothing more.

He whispered under his breath ‘sorry’ mortified that you felt his arousal, he was always so good at deflecting your attention when you made him hard.

‘It’s ok.’ You placed a kiss on his skin landing right on his collarbone.

His eyes fluttered shut at the feeling of his lips on his neck, he wanted to flip you over & cover you in them, ‘Not helping Darlin.’

‘Sorry.’ You giggled wanting to do it again, to see how long he’d have it, you wanted to feel every inch of him pressed against you.

‘I forgot to tell ya sweetheart, I found the bedroom, but we’ll have to share.’

‘Hmm.’

‘Once we’re warm we’ll settle in for the night.’

You tried to keep your smile hidden at the thought of waking up with him, you may have watched movies cuddled up in bed, but you never stopped the night in each other’s rooms, this was definitely a first.

You woke to a smiley content Super Solider looking at you, if you let yourself get carried away you would have thought it was a look of love, but he probably was just glad you made it through the night, with his furnace like body glued to you there wasn’t a chance you’d freeze. He had spent an hour watching you sleep, you looked like an angel in his arms, the heating had somehow turned on by itself & even though he knew you’d be warm he couldn’t bear to let you go, if this was the only time this happened he was determined to memorise every second.

Christmas Eve was always a special night in the tower filled with traditions, you would always have an over the top meal prepared by Tony’s chef accompanied by Wanda’s famously delicious eggnog, once you were all suitably merry you would play pool & darts, which Bucky & Clint naturally excelled in, you did not. Then it would be time for Secret Santa followed by a Christmas movie, you were so excited to get Bucky this year, when you pulled his name out of the hat you almost squealed knowing how many gifts you could give him.

‘Ok, so the speed dating & the Cabin didn’t yield the results as quickly as anticipated.’ Tony declared disappointed, he had fully expected the Super Soldier to be carrying you down the Quinjet’s ramp declaring your love for one another, instead he was greeted by a pissed off Bucky interrogating him as to why the Cabin’s heating was broken & something about you nearly losing a finger.

‘They were a total failure & you almost gave her pneumonia.’

‘You best not be Team Cap now Lang.’

‘Absolutely not Iron Man.’ Scott reassured with a thumbs up.

‘Good thing I already anticipated these two being as stubborn as mules, so my final play is going to be Secret Santa.’

Scott completely misinterpreting his suggestion couldn’t help commenting, ‘She sits on his lap all the time so I don’t think him pretending to be Santa & asking her if she’s been naughty will do the trick.’

Somehow Natasha was seeing the funny side of all these ridiculous ploys, ‘You know she’d say she’s been a bad girl.’

‘No, eww no … but you’re right.’

Nat raised her brow with a smirk.

‘We rig it, she picks him, he picks her & then we swap out the gifts before they open them.’ Tony stated like it was as simple as that.

‘What do we swap them to?’

‘Maybe a note that says I am in love with you?’, not his finest idea but he was running low at this point.

‘They’re not in kindergarten, how about we really set them up, one of us talks to each of them & get them to confess their feelings, we record it & it plays when they open the gift.’

Tony’s eyes were wide at the former Spy, ‘That is an absolute invasion of their privacy … & genius.’

‘I’ll talk to her.’ Nat

‘I’ve got him’ Sam

You had just finished a game of round the clock on the dart board, as per usual you were last even with Bucky helping, you didn’t see the eye rolls from the team when he was pressed up against you whispering in your ears with his hands on you, guiding you into the perfect shot that you fluffed each time being so utterly flustered by him.

You all crammed in the lounge area, every available chair occupied by an Avenger, you opted to sit on the floor between Bucky’s legs as Tony distributed the secret Santa gifts. You wanted to look back at Bucky to see his reaction, so you twisted yourself around, you his gift wasn’t the one you wrapped, but before you could say anything Tony declared ‘3,2,1 OPEN’ & everyone followed the order.

You removed the paper eager to work out who chose your name from whatever you received, you were usually fairly astute in guessing, in a modern sleek frame sat Bucky’s speed dating card, all names crossed out except one tick next to your name that he scribbled down. You smiled, running your fingers across the glass, wondering who gave it you. At the same time Bucky had opened your framed card, all names crossed out except his along with a couple of heart doodles, a warm smile burst on his face, he knew you ticked him from the way Tony said it was null & void. He decided one way or another he was going to put his cards on the table tonight & see how you felt, he had already planned on doing it with another gift, but this cemented it in his head, surely this was a sign but maybe you were just being you, of course you’d tick him over the others the way you described them. He was so torn on what to do.

Before you all settled down for the film you needed a quick bathroom break after all Wanda’s Eggnog, ‘I’m just going to the ladies, be right back.’ You pushed yourself off the floor & headed out the door.

Steve immediately sat at Bucky’s side whilst Tony & ‘Team Iron Man’ gathered in the corner fuming that neither of you pressed the play button on the frame to hear each other’s confession, whisper yelling at each other about making the frames auto play.

‘You need to tell her Buck.’

‘She’s talking to other guys from the speed dating night Steve, I told you she’s not interested.’

‘She isn’t talking to anyone, she was being polite & messaged them back after Tony gave her number out but that’s it.’ He had asked you about it after Bucky destroyed four punching bags when you arrived back from the mission.

‘But what if she says no & I ruin our friendship?’

‘It wont. Look, what if someone comes along & you lose her? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life wondering what she would have said? Just go find her & tell her.’

Steve left him contemplating, he could hear whispering, but it didn’t really pay it attention with the possibility of laying his heart out on a plate for you, his feet were moving before his mind gave him chance to think & he followed in the direction of where you would be.

You found Bucky mid thought pacing outside the bathroom, clearly lost somewhere in his head & you startled him as you spoke.

‘You ok honey?’

This was it, he had to say something.

‘Yeah, sure, erm, can I talk to you?’

‘Sure.’

He gently moved you to one side & you could see how nervous he was looking, your eyes darting around his face trying to find some clue on why he was acting so shifty, so nervous almost & then you spotted it.

Mistletoe, hung right above your head & your breath caught making Bucky’s eyes travel up to see what you were looking at.

This was it.

You turned your cheek & pointed to it ready for him to give you a peck, that was usually what happened when you were both caught under some, you realised after the first disappointment that he was too much of a gentleman to kiss you on the lips.

His hands cupped your face & he gently turned your face to look at him, his eyes darting around your face, focusing on your lips, before pulling you closer & pressing his mouth to yours, you wanted to cry, this was everything you ever wanted but you knew would be ripped away a moment later.

Bucky only pressed further, harder until you mouth parted & he deepened the kiss, one arm moved around your waist so your bodies were joined, you followed his lead wrapping your arms around him holding him as close as you could, fearing he could disappear from your grasp any moment.

When he pulled away for air your lips followed him, but he didn’t waste a single moment staring into your eyes & finally telling you how he felt, ‘I love you.’

With that he took your breath away entirely, you were sure this was a dream, maybe you were still in that cabin, your body & mind shutting down & this was your comforting final moments dreaming of words you had waited so long to hear, they were all you needed to die happy.

He could see you lost, from the way you kissed him he knew his feelings were reciprocated so he just needed you mind to catch up with him, those familiar crystal blue eyes met yours, your sob came next & finally you jumped up in his arms, tears streaming down your face with a smile he wouldn’t ever forget.

‘I love you too Bucky, so so much.’ He held you around him & your lips met again, hungrier than the first, hands exploring each other’s bodies as he pushed you against the nearest wall, trying to control himself as much as he could.

Steve & Tony watched as you & Bucky finally confessed to each other how you felt, once it got a little heated they decided to give you some privacy & headed back to the others.

‘I didn’t even get mistletoe. Pepper said it’s a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen so banned it.’

Steve looked at the puzzled hero somewhat smugly ‘hmm must be some kind of Christmas miracle’

He stopped in his tracks pointing an accusing finger at the blonde Super Solider, ‘Hold on, you did this? You said you weren’t going to meddle.’

‘I didn’t meddle, I just strategically put up some flowers, they stood under them.’

‘It’s mistletoe dude, you have to kiss it’s the law.’

‘Maybe, but I hoped that it would get them to act on their feelings instead of it being a throw away kiss.’

‘You sneaky son of a … they’ll name their first kid after you now instead of me, all the effort I went to as well. Unbelievable.’

You both returned to the lounge hand in hand, having been clearly sharing some intense kisses from swollen red lips you were both sporting so inebriated with each other you didn’t even notice all the eyes glued to you.

‘What the hell guys, we missed it?’

Tony & Steve smugly sat watching the realisation from each of your friends that you were finally on the same page as you both stood smiling like fools in love, Bucky couldn’t resist kissing you in between answering the questions you were being bombarded with how exactly it happened.

Sam was the first one to react, ‘Mistletoe, that’s seriously all it took?’ He was practically beside himself laughing, ‘So all Tony’s matchmaking shit was a waste of time?’

You both turned to him somewhat confused, ‘What do you mean matchmaking?’

A/N: Is everyone (who is celebrating) ready for Christmas, I've bought all the gifts but not in the Christmas spirit at all, watching Christmas with the Kranks to try & make me feel any kind of festive!

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #james cameron #the avengers #fluffy bucky #marvel cinematic universe #marvel fanfiction #buckytony #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #beefy bucky #povlvr #bucky x female reader #bucky fic #fic recs

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eremikas-bby · 11 months

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꧁Living With the Fauna and Flora With Your Beloved꧂

"𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂, 𝓘 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾. 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓻𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀"

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Overview: Headcanons on a cottagecore life with Mikasa Ackerman Theme: Fluff, modern au, rural living, Fem! Reader A/N: This is inspired from one of the many times I shifted realities with her. This is my first time posting my writing and I’m sure I still have a long way to go so pls bear with me 🥲 Looking forward to some feedback, hihi <3

𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪:

ꕤ You used to live in the hustle and bustle of the city. Though it was fun, joyful, and lively, it was also etched with selfishness, chaos, and worldliness.

ꕤ The two of you grew up together, admiring each other from the start. She was with you and you were with her. Your hearts are knit together like a puzzle, attached to the hip, always inseparable.

ꕤ You were able to view the majestic city lights, walk in enormous buildings, listen to the jolly chittering and chattering of the crowd. You witnessed pleasure and happiness…

Deep inside, your heart still willed for home.

ꕤ Once you were both stable, you wanted to pursue one of your dreams of finding a place with peace, safety, and comfort. Just like how you feel with each other.

ꕤ You traveled west, to find a peaceful place. One that you can handle, sustain, admire, and protect.

ꕤ You spent months, traveling day and night to find this rural place, to build a cottage, and stay with her.

It wasn’t too flashy and elegant, it was what you just needed.

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ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖:

ꕤ She would lie on your chest/ vise versa but most of the time she would wake up first just to adore you 🥺

ꕤ I’d say she’s a very light sleeper and she usually observes her surroundings and it became subconscious for her to wake up before you.

(There’s just the instinct inside her to protect her babyy <3)

ꕤ She would stroke your hair, adoring how the newly-risen sun shines on your skin. She glances at your body, glad to have found you and to be loved by you. In her thoughts, I’m sure she is down bad frrrrr (And I failed to mention, the sweet nothing she would whisper into your skin 😏)

(and damn, it’s 7am but her heart flutters at the thought of how adorable you look, vulnerable and fragile in her arms !) This takes like 30 minutes cuz idk she just loves you that much

ꕤ She will give you tiny li’l pecks when she thinks that it’s time to get out of bed, kissing you all over your face, greeting you a “Hunny, wake up now! Time for another day~”

You will be all grumpy at first but once you finally adjust your eyes to her, you’re a simp as well. And it gives you the sudden boost of serotonin to get out of bed 🤣

ꕤ Soon enough, you both are gonna feed the animals together. Likely, you guys would have a few chickens, ducks (on a river. yall just randomly give em some), 4 cats, 1 protector dog, 2 big doggos that act like a cat (they're vv lazy), and 2 horses. Mikasa would let them roam around for a while after their meal

ꕤ Around mid-morning, you finish eating with her and she heads off to the woods to hunt some food and fill in on the supplies. To bargain, you will plant some trees and some plants nearby with whatever seed you have around.

ꕤ Upon waiting for her arrival, you would usually cook her favorite dessert, either cinnamon buns, strawberry cookies/ croissants, apple pie, a cake, etc.

In your spare time, you'll sew/ crochet/ knit, do a bit of laundry, and/ or read a chapter or two.

ꕤ She arrives, ofc she'll anticipate a li’l kiss on the cheek as she enjoys her treat.

ꕤ On golden hour, I could see that as the perfect time for strawberry picking. You both would sometimes have mini picnics there. And go on a mini swing y'all have built in.

ꕤ As you both head back to the cottage, you sit by the waterfalls nearby. Sometimes, you would fetch some water but at times, you'll just be enjoying it, splishing and splashing.

ꕤ Come evening, you will be cooking but now with her. You give the animals some of their food and tidy up their areas.

ꕤ You clean up yourselves, preparing for bed. And you both doze off to sleep, after having a small pillow talk about how the day was.

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𝕆𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤:

ꕤ Sometimes, you wake up before sunrise just to walk around and explore.

ꕤ As seen from when you both woke up, she’s very protective. I’m sure that she would literally argue with you over the smallest things, like slicing too near to the knife, going near a thorny bush, running off to a deeper end of the woods before her, and touching random things you’re fascinated with.

ꕤ You named some of your animals rooted from the things that connect you (e.g. a fav character yall share, ship name you previously had off each other, fav food)

ꕤ She dedicates a flower/plant she encounters to you.

ꕤ She may act all tough and stern when she’s serious but she has a soft spot for u

ꕤ She brings you to hunt sometimes, but she’s extra scared and anxious when her hands are full

ꕤ If you do stay home, one thing that she also likes doing is kissing your nape when you’re doing something as she arrives.

ꕤ She oddly likes to sniff you sometimes… But hey, she likes your pheromones !

ꕤ You guys have matching Polaroid cameras and you would sneak pics of each other when given the chance. (And you have 3 albums of them)

ꕤ Overall, it warms her heart to see how happy you are. She appreciates your infatuation with nature.

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Creds to the icon, the legend, and the kween, @nightfall-kachiniko for the idea and encouragement.

Anygays, bye. Have a great day :D

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stareuphoria · 5 months

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BROWNIE INCIDENT | kth

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Summary: where you are having a lazy weekday with taehyung deciding to let him prove making something while also including a baking competition which ends up being silly?

Pairing : taehyung x reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: This is LITERALLY my first time writing a fanfiction so… yeah lmao, hope you like it !!

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It’s a weekend morning staying at home with your boyfriend Taehyung lazing around on the couch while watching a baking show both you loved; you being warmly laid on his lap when suddenly the fun idea of baking comes into your mind. Turning your head you look up at him “Hey babe”.

Taehyung turns to look down while continuously playing with your hair “Hey sweetheart” “What’s on your mind?”

“This idea of baking came into my mind just now after seeing that women bake that cake. I was curious to see if you were willing to bake something for me?” Motioning in your eyebrows by wiggling them up then down.

But before you could say anything else yeontan barks. Telling taehyung in his little cute way that he needed to go to the bathroom; So taehyung softly moved your head to get up, laying it back down on the couch.

“I’ll be right back in a second” He quickly says while hurrying up to get yeontan outside to do his doggie business

“Alright” You smile while laying back down on the soft couch.

Suddenly the memory of an incident that occurred only a few weeks ago in the kitchen pops into your mind. Still laying down you start daydreaming about it, remembering all the details vividly that happened that night.

FlashBack:

You left him the task of making some brownies for you both to eat for dessert that night while you went to the store to pick up ingredients for the week off. Also picking up things for dinner the night of, which took a few hours.

You finally reach home bringing in all the groceries that you picked up in two trips. Sitting them down on the counter you look over to the stove to see that the brownies are done.

Before you touched to get any since they looked delicious you went to the sink to wash your hands walking only a few steps back to the stove. Picking up one of the gooey delights since that’s how you like them you take a nice big bite.

Butyou realize soon enough that it was a bad idea. Because as soon as you take that bite that you were happily anticipating for, you taste the rawness of the batter on your tongue.

Instantly you go to the trash can, spitting it back out in the can, yelling out to Taehyung who was in your shared room.

He comes out running up to you “What’s wrong?” “Are you hurt?”

“No i’m not” You reply trying not to get too upset because of the uncooked brownie that you really were in a happy mood to try. He looks worriedly into your eyes “What is it then?”

Looking back into his eyes tears were starting to threaten to fall down yours “The brownie’s you baked are raw” You say

“Really?” I thought that they were done. “ They smelled done once I pulled them out.“ They also looked done so i assumed they were alright”

“Well they weren’t” You murmur while then looking away from him pouting

“Aww” i’m sorry sweetheart” “It’s my fault that they weren’t baked long enough, i’ll make another batch some other day to make it up you”

“I’ll also add some of your those semi chocolate chips to them since they are your favorite and ik you go crazy for them whenever we have them”

Finally succumbing to the threatening tears, they fall from your eyes. Taehyung takes his hands to wipe away the tears from your face

“I promise you” the words from his lips sounded so sincere

You had no choice to forgive him, since could you really stay mad at him over something like this for long?? No you couldn’t so you forgave him then and there.

“You better or else imma take away your snuggle time with me for a day ” tears stop, soon being replaced with a little happy smirk. Kissing the top of your nose “I Will make sure” “How am i supposed to survive without your warm snuggles” He says jokingly

Rolling your eyes, mouth laughing slightly “it’s only for a day you’ll survive”

“it’s only a day for you but it feels like a week for me”

Wrapping your arms around him, landing a kiss on his lips “haha your so dramatic”

“I’m only dramatic for you, sweetie” landing a longer kiss back.

Pulling back from your lips he loves so much he says “i love you”

Smiling widely you say “i love you too”

The sudden sound of taehyung opening the back door, letting yeontan back inside breaks you from your vivid daydream.

Realizing that you daydreamed for a bit, you sit up looking over at Taehyung. Wondering just how long you were in such a state you ask him just how long he was gone for.

“You weren’t out there for long, were you?”

“Nah i wasn’t out there for long, about 10 minutes” He says while crouching down to pet yeontan. After he’s done he comes over to the couch, sitting back in his spot. Reaching for your head he softly lays it back onto his lap.

“So what were you saying before I left so suddenly?”

Smiling, you relax back into his soft thighs.

Looking at him once again you mention the time that the incident happened.

“Remember a few weeks ago when you baked those brownies for such a short time that they turned out to be raw” You mention

“Of course I do, how could I forget?? “I said I'd make sure to make you another batch didn’t i?”

You smirk “you did” “so .. why don’t you remake them today? Also for a little fun yk why don’t we take this opportunity to do a little bake off between us both too?

“this is would be the perfect chance for you to prove that you can make them correctly plus it’s a bonus since you get to do something fun with me”

“since i’m able to do something with my princess, i’ll surely take you up on this sweet offer” He says afterwards placing a kiss to your forehead

Happily you smile at him.

“i’m definitely proving myself to you that there won’t be any more worries of me making them undercooked”

“i believe you won’t let me down” “after all snuggle are on stake” You say giggling

“ik that’s why i’ll make sure to bake them to perfection” He says in a determined tone

“then let’s get started then”

Lifting your head from off his lap you proceed to get up from the couch soon making your way to the kitchen, taehyung getting up soon after following right behind.

Once you get there both of you gather the ingredients together putting them onto the table. Seeing that all the things for the brownies were there you both start on baking. A few minutes pass after pouring the batter into a pan when you get curious as to how taehyung’s mix is doing.

Slowly you glance over to see that his looked pretty delicious with your favorite semi chocolate chip mixed in with some decorated on top. He looked so proud. Seeing that makes a feeling of warmth come over you. The feeling of regretfulnsss though comes over you about the whole situation in which you overreacted.

Thinking back on the “snuggle” punishment you decide not to enforce it along with telling him the right time for how long to bake the brownies. Telling him the right time he nods but soon laughs at how clueless he was which in return makes you laugh too.

Calming down from the laugh you turn back to inspect yours again. They were pretty much identical, but the only difference was that you added some white chocolate to yours since why not??

Picking the pan up you slowly put yours in since the over was done being quickly preheated. Taehyung comes in right behind you and puts his right next to yours giving a cheeky smile which you love oh so much.

Closing the oven, then setting a hour long timer you both make your way back to the couch. Finishing the already pre running cooking episode that way on and watching the ones after.

An hour passes while cuddling up with Taehyung when your timer goes off. Getting up with Taehyung, you both make your way to the kitchen. Taking out the brownies and putting them on the oven you can tell they are done by poking a toothpick in which comes out clear.

They smell perfectly done and to make sure taehyung’s are done you check them after he puts his on the oven too. The toothpick comes out clear again which makes you sigh in relief which Taehyung notices.

“Thanks to you they baked for the right amount of time”

Now knowing the right time to bake brownies at Taehyung goes to let his and yours cool by resting under the oven fan. As they're cooling he drowns in the feeling of happiness because he’ll be able to make them often for you without having any worries.

15 minutes pass with you talking with taehyung about how the situation was silly when you go to cut into yours. You pick a piece up bringing it to your lips. biting into it you taste the taste of a perfect brownie which lightens up your mode.

Taehyung seeing your expression cuts into his own to get a piece for you. He brings the piece to your lips after you finish setting down your piece, swallowing the bite.

Biting into the brownie you're met with the taste of chocolate chips mixed with brownie which was sweet, baked to perfection. The same expression of being delighted stays on your face as you look at Taehyung.

“This is really really delicious !!” “It’s for sure better than last time, I honestly think these are the best ones I've had. They have the right amount of chocolate chips which make the brownie so gooey. “Everything about this brownie I love” “You’ve definitely proven yourself with this one”

Seeing your expression he taste tests it. Realizing that it indeed was delicious as he chews it, soon setting it back into the pan.

“I have, haven’t I?” “It makes me happy to see that you're enjoying it” “That means my daily snuggles are still available right?”

Pulling him closer you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Definitely” “ Thinking back on what I said to you, I was a bit regretful so I took everything back.” “ In the end you still would of gotten them”

Surprised he says “You did?” “I’m glad you did, otherwise i would’ve been died”

Laughing, you give him a kiss.

“This was silly wouldn’t you say ??” “It was fun though, after all i was with you”

“It was. “I’m happy i did this with you, it was a fun experience”

“”It was” You say looking into his eyes

“You know i’ll always love you even if there was a chance you did this again?”

“I know you will” He says kissing you back

“Your always be my cute clueless dork” You say leaning into another kiss

“I’ll forever only be your dork sweetheart, forever” He says, deepening the kiss.

#first fanfic #taehyung fluff #taehyung x reader #taehyung fanfic #taehyung imagine #taehyung fic #taehyung au #btsfanfic #stareuphoria #tried my best

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omg i didn't know you also did poly writing??? i made the request for secretly dating robin + reader but could we also sprinkle in some (platonic) stobin + reader if possible? no one writes poly stuff and it makes my heart so happy to see someone willing to do that 🥺

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A/N: if i’m not mistaken, these are both requested by the same anon? and of course i can do that!!! i wasn’t sure if you meant only steve and robin platonic and then both x reader, so i just did that but if i screwed it up, please feel free to lmk and i’ll write you something new :)

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: When the pressure of a secret girlfriend and a fake boyfriend becomes too much, what can you do? 2.0k words

Warnings: angst, homophobia/biphobia, secret dating, fake dating (?), technically cheating, being closeted, beard steve 💔, cursing, mention of reader’s parents🫣,

It's like nails on a chalk board, the thorn in her side, ache in her stomach. A vortex of pointy things down the drain of her lungs and back up again. Flu-like symptoms ripping her away from rewinding tapes when you arch onto your tip toes and press a kiss—sweet and quick and sticky—to his forehead, but she knows he'd never appreciate the way you pull away with a smile and hold his hand in front of his varsity friends.

Even if she agreed it was for the best, it doesn't mean it was an easy decision. It was hard. It was tumultuous and gagging like knowing there's a storm out there but choosing to sail anyway. Because, God—at the end of the day, you just can't resist sailing.

"Hutton? You think so?"

"I mean, duh!" you huff, "Total betty, you gotta admit it. Plus, she's got that contemporary charm, yunno?"

"I get what you're saying, but Kelly LeBrock has..."

"Tits?"

"Class, sunshine. Get your mind outta the gutter," Steve teases, hands on your hips, letting you be closer, letting him eye you and bicker quietly against the counter. "Besides, Weird Science is always gonna be a hit. American Gigolo is nothing but a... a bunch'a prostitutes and pricks—"

"Hey, we're not talking about quality of film, here, alright? We're rating strictly based on babe-ness. And I say Lauren's the epitome: a ten, deadly with the perfect amount of substance. And those doe eyes are killer. You just don't get that from LeBrock."

"Okay, okay... but does she have killer boobs—"

"Hey, Robin?" you shout, one hand firm on Steve's pounding sternum, and she can't look over for fear of shredding herself down to stumps and misshapen parts. "Settle the score: Kelly LeBrock—great hair, great rack—or Lauren Hutton—a classic cover girl who, I must say, was simply born for the silver screen, I mean, let's not forget Gator—"

"'Nuff pandering," he whines, glancing over at Robin with a lazy look in his eye, "c'mon, lady-expert, spare a little wisdom."

She groans, armful of tapes and moseying out from behind the desk with a, "you know I don't trust Harrington's taste."

You laugh.

"Looks like I win!"

“On a technicality," he whines, "ask anybody else—"

"Nope, it was a fair vote!"

"You know that's not true. Biased polls are like... so not allowed."

"What about the electoral college?"

He sputters and tosses a hand in the air, accepting defeat with a laughing kiss to your chin, and Robin's about to push a double feature into her skull. You're not his to treat like that. To act fleeting and carefree. That's what's not fair. He's all public, and she's between the sheets. Hushed. Even if it's an agreement, a signed contract doesn't make any of this easier.

"Alright, letterman, I better get going before my folks go postal," you say, glancing over at Robin when Steve dips down to kiss your cheek. With a palm curled into the slope of his shoulder, you grimace. Because Robin's chewing her cheek, and it gives her a frown. One he wouldn't notice, but you sure as hell would. You sure as hell do. And it's like a twisting dagger when she forces a smile at you.

"Am I still taking you home?"

She nods and throws off her vest, tucking it under her arm and beelining it for the door.

"Woah, no 'bye, Steve! Thanks for covering my ass... again!'?"

But she's not listening. She stopped listening the day she met you. It was the first time she realized there's more to life than white noise. She's tossing herself into your passenger's seat, watching your fingers slip from his hand. It's too genuine for her to stomach, and she wants to know if you're doing it on purpose.

"She means well," you sigh, and he crosses his arms when you slip around the counter.

"Or you're just a bad influence," he teases.

"Oh, I'm the bad influence?"

"Yep."

"Uh-huh"—you roll your eyes with a smile. Not because you're lovesick or strung out. Because you're friends. You've been friends, and it's still hard to see him hopeful for a lie. Even if it's your will. Even if you could make it go away because you're in love with your girlfriend while he thinks it's about him—"Buh-bye, Steve."

"Bye, sunshine." He winks. And with the sound of the ignition, Robin clears her throat.

"So, uh... your parents are home."

You nod. "Shouldn't be too much trouble. Lord knows their god-fearing asses don't suspect a thing. I'm still an innocent little dove in their eyes."

She snorts.

But after that, the short drive home is excruciating. A kind of prolonged and sustained torture that’s never rattled your ribs like this. Never threatened to break you down into confession before now. She cranks the volume on your car stereo, synth blasting against your calf, puckering your skin like a burn. You can sense her stillness without actually looking at her. She’s staring straight ahead, and you don’t think she’s ever been so damn focused.

The jingle of your keys and the rumble of the engine fade out to the sound of her footsteps trailing you to your door. And you think you’ve avoided the den—they’ll be inside glued to analog cable—you shuffle right past the front door with your hand reaching for Robin’s. But you don’t make it. You stiffen when one of them greets you with a hug.

“Why didn’t you tell us Robin was dropping by? We would’ve saved her some casserole!”

“Oh, it’s no problem—”

“We were gonna eat later anyway, so,” you huff, “not a huge deal. But we should get started on this movie if we wanna… have time to do… that. ‘Kay, night—!"

“Why don’t you invite Steve over? Oh, we just love that boy, such a gentleman.” It’s like an eternal staring contest, trying to gauge which parent knows what about who. A battle between yourself and the self they pictured for you. Internal turmoil and bubbling guts and all that. You could throw up when they glance at each other across the living room.

“Yunno, I'm so glad you finally found yourself a nice boyfriend."

Splitting hairs. And staring through you to Robin. Because they both know. Or they think they know what Robin is. You’re all but digging your nails into your palm at the oil spill of mania inky ‘round your neck.

“Yeah. Me too,” you say through your teeth, grabbing Robin’s wrist and crowding towards your room.

And despite the clobbering of digs, she calls, “Was nice seeing you again!”

“We’re glad to have you, dear.” But it’s empty. Water off a duck’s back when you close your door just a little too hard. Feeling like it rattles the house. Definitely rings in your ears. You’re grumbling over yourself when she flops back onto your bed. Eyes shut, fingertips rubbing nothing together, and blowing hair off her forehead.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh, crouched and two fingers pushing the edge of the tape into the hard plastic flap of the VCR. “Thought they’d be wine drunk and passed out by now. Turns out they’re just fucking vicious—”

“D’you think…” she sighs, crossing her arms over her face, “do you think maybe this isn’t such a good idea... anymore?" So it’s muffled and you don’t know what to say. You stand and stare at the dust collected atop the lip of the television, how it’ll stay there because no one dusts it. After all, who would.

“What makes you say that?” But you already know the answer, and you’re pretty sure you won’t rest until somebody grabs your face and shouts it.

“Just… everything. Don’t you think it’s a little—I dunno—exhausting?”

“I don’t know, Robin, is that what you think? Is that what you want me to think?”

“No—no, of course not. ‘M just saying…”

And when you turn to look at her, she’s sitting up. And she really cannot stand your expression and the way it’s already accusing her of the truth. That she’s fucking terrified, and she doesn’t know if the love of her life is worth it. She doesn’t know if she’s worth it to the love of her life. Anymore.

“I know exactly what you’re saying,” you say. It’s too exacting and deadly. Cuts too deep like some kind of monster. She had no use in believing in them until she did. And now she does.

“Well…?”

“Well, I think that no matter how exhausted being what we are makes me… I’d let it run me dry ten times over before even considering giving it up. I think you’re worth my demise, Buckley… and if”—you think what you’re choking on is distress, but it’s much easier to blame bile—“if you don’t see that, then yeah, maybe this isn’t such a good idea anymore.”

She can’t keep it together. Not with the tears in your eyes and her cotton mouth. She stands and finally faces you. Finally looks you in the eye. And she feels like Steve for just a second: earnest, brutal, like heartbreak is the breeziest thing since labor.

“So that’s it, then?”

You haven’t moved. You don’t think you could if you tried.

“No. No, that’s not it, Robin”—you scoff—“God, I can’t believe you’re not even gonna try and fight for us. One sign of tension, and you fold? That’s so fucking selfish—”

“If it was just one sign of tension, I’d sit quietly and bear it like always, but it’s not. It’s fucking sirens and roadblocks and spike strips, and at this point, I’m running out of fight. All I’ve wanted for the past six months was to hold your hand and not get weird looks and off-handed comments. Don’t you get that? I just want a normal fucking relationship like everyone else, but instead I’m stuck on the outskirts of some weird love-triangle bullshit—it’s so fucking draining—!"

“Well… well, I’m sorry I put you in that situation, but I’m just trying to keep us safe! I know what people say about people like us, and it’s fucked up, Robin. We’re outcasted as it is, and this—”

“This is so frustrating,” she groans, pushing a hand through her hair and shaking her head as she turns away. And all you can do is watch her pace. And pace. And your anger melts down, crackles and burns at the wick, and digs itself a cavern.

“You know, that’s all I’ve wanted, too,” you sigh, “when I’m out with him, and when he kisses me, I… it’s like… I feel like such an asshole for thinking about you. The entire time. But you can’t blame me. You’re all-consuming. I mean, he’s great. He is—Steve is wonderful, but… he’s not the one I want. I would bid my life on a single moment with you.”

Her shoulders slump. And her head leans into her fingers, dousing knuckles in hot tears, back heaving between broken sobs.

“Hey,” you coo, cupping her elbows until she softens with a wet blink of her droopy lashes, “I think it’s exhausting and selfish and messy most of the time, and I think… I think it’s still a good idea.”

She blubbers noiselessly and needlessly, already drooping into your arms and the way your fingers press into her shoulder blades. And the way you tell her she’s good and fine despite all the one-way habits and slips of the tongue. Despite all the words she never figured out how to articulate in time.

But all she really needed was a second to catch her breath. Which was something she found proved a lot more difficult once you came along. With that goddamn smile and sense of direction. You kiss a teensy patch of freckles on her jaw. And she finally feels steady enough.

“We’re a good idea.”

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