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#not sure how they expected me to get ready for a spontaneous going out within 5 minutes but anyways
baka-bakeneko · 6 months
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Strangers - River Ward x Female! V
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then you won't reply and we'll go back to strangers
tags: NSFW, Minors DNI, grief, so much grief, acceptance of death, portrayal of end-stages, did i mention grief, River loves V, death talk, mentions of death, pain, suffering, (how do I say this?) grief sex (?), more grief, angst ig (?) syn: River knows what comes next. wc: 2.1k a/n: hey. so like. my mental state is in the fumbly dumps so have this thing i churned out instead of sleeping.
River sat up the moment the mechanical shades unfurled, shining Night City sunlight into the room of your penthouse. You'd worked hard to get here, River acknowledged with a soft stretch before turning to look at you. You deserved to enjoy it.
He'd stopped counting the days you two had left. When you told him, approximately 48 days, 2 hours and 30 minutes ago that you weren't expecting to live long because of the relic in your head, River wanted nothing less than to spend as much as time he had left in your presence.
He reckoned he would follow in your wake, have to beg for the bit of attention you could spare, but you kept him in stride every step (even if he wished you didn't).
Now, he saw the locked position of your arm, your fingers twitching in the unwarranted fist you balled. You'd fought the long fight, keeping up with the deterioration, most days leaving you bedridden.
River eased his hand under yours, carefully prying your fingers from their tightened curl before pulling your afflicted hand to his cheek. He kissed the meat of your palm and returned your hand to the bed, letting you rest.
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You stepped carefully down to the first floor where you smelled the artificial bacon River was cooking. Left foot forward, right foot following, the new way you had to walk since you'd lost the full function to operate a pattern.
You managed to reach the dining table, bracing your unclenched hand to the surface before catching your breath and easing yourself to sit down.
River looked over his shoulder at you.
"V, honey, I was going to bring breakfast to you," he offered, pushing at the slivers of soy meat on the pan.
You shook your head once, dropping your chin. "I needed the exercise. You can't put me away that easily."
River's jaw tightened visibly at your comment and you chuckled nervously in response. You sighed, readying to push yourself up again.
River caught on and set the spatula aside. He reached for the coffee brewer, grabbing the hot pot and your favorite mug from the dish rack. The way he moved, towards and away from you, grabbing everything he could even think of what you were about to waste energy on was enduring, like the lone worker bee in a closing hive.
You stared at the smorgasbord of amenities before you: freshly brewed coffee, fresh poured orange drink, toast, jelly, butter, knife for jelly and butter, a shot of vodka in case of spontaneous party, newspaper and remote for the large widescreen television just within eyesight.
Your eyes fumbled to look up at River, stood at the opposite end of the ostentatiously long table, and grinned softly at him. You offered your thanks, because there wasn't much more to give him at the moment than that.
River stood, hands bracing the table, staring at you. V, his beautiful and reckless little fighter bee. If he were cheesy enough, he'd call you his queen. No amount of time would truly constitute how he felt about you, but in his heart of hearts, he believed you were sent by higher spirits.
He was sure his parents would've loved you, so much grit to keep his dad on his toes but sweet enough for his mom to love you.
His eyes met yours, cloaking his gulp with a drop of his chin. He knew he wouldn't have you forever. And today seemed harder than the last 20 in a row.
"Can I get you anything else, babe?" He asked, shifting himself upright and wiping his hands on his apron. River wanted to make sure you were comfortable, content.
You shook your head once, halting your head carefully to not make yourself dizzy. Johnny was gone but the glitches never stopped. If you were careful enough, just as River was with you, you'd stop another seizure from happening.
The look in River's eyes was not of pity. You knew that. Even when you pried, bore into those eyes waiting for a single twinkle or opt shade to change, there wasn't a single fleck of sadness towards you.
His look was loving, easy. Careful, but not cautious. It was like he was handling you, his prized person, with special gloves like the criminals in heist movies using cotton to touch jewels.
"Bacon?" he offered, having moved from the end of the table back to his fixed place at the stove.
"Yeah," you drew out, balancing your weight on your hands and standing, despite everything River just brought to you.
"Val, w-what're you doing up?" River asked, his tone laced with concern. He dropped his spatula back to the counter and readied himself to rush to you, but waited as you held a hand up. "Whatever you need, I'll get it for you. I don't mind."
"I know, I know," you responded, still shuffling your left foot, right foot, in his direction.
When you made it up to him, your hands braced for his waist. Sturdy, balanced, while your head felt afloat from the short distance you made.
You curled your arms around his waist, held your ear to the middle of his chest while you selfishly took in all you could of River. You shut your eyes, hid a sniffle in his apron, and exhaled deeply when his large arms tightened over your frame.
He could almost circle his reach around you twice. It frightened him, his breath staggering softly in his nose. River steadied himself, wouldn't let you catch on how terrified he was to lose you. And he'd lose you.
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River let you pick the television show, fixed you drinks and let you nap through his day at home. He'd previously been working on a case, one that was days away from a resolution, but he'd stepped back to spend every minute he could with you.
The thought continuously ran him ragged in his mind, making him wake up in the middle of the night and check your vitals. He was never too far when you showered, for fear of the last time he'd found you in there.
There were no heavy items requiring your lifting, no jars that needed twisting. He was keeping you safe. He was padding you.
You woke up in the afternoon, head on River's thigh, staring at a sandwich on the coffee table. The sight of it made you grimace, the thought of chewing nothing more than a chore.
With a slight shift, River jolted his head upright from lolling asleep. He looked down at you, noted the tiredness in your eyes.
"Hey," he soothed, his voice so low. "How was your nap?"
Your face cracked open with a yawn, blinking the tired tears built up in your eyes. "Fine. You?"
Your hand trembled against his stomach, carefully petting at his bare chest. He forced a soft smile on his lips.
"You didn't sleep well, did you?" he asked, his fingers slowly playing and sifting through your hair.
River took in the golden sun kiss across your face by way of the midday sun reflecting off of his truck's windshield through the window. Your lashes so full but sparkling with your tears.
"Nah," you responded truthfully, dropping your hand to squeeze his love handle. "But you didn't answer me."
River wouldn't. He'd been on edge falling asleep in your presence since the one time you stopped breathing in your sleep. He called Vik over as soon as he could, and the doc offered to give you a night respirator.
But you refused.
You told them both you were not going anywhere and there was no need for something that was a temporary fix.
You saw it closer, the darkening bags under his eyes. You felt that you were keeping River from something. That he'd be better off finding his happy ending with someone new.
But even when you tried to break up with him, River remained loyal. To the bone and grit.
It was inevitable, the tears, but you weren't happy that they'd come so soon. You ducked your face into River's stomach, willing yourself to get it together. Strong front, you were stubborn. You were courageous, you had stared Death in the face many times before now.
But Death never really had an audience with another man you loved. Not since Jack. And you'd been seeing a lot of Jackie lately, in your dreams.
Heaven, jaina, is swell. You better tell Misty all about this shit I'm telling you. Tell her I miss her. Call my mama, V.
You had done everything Jackie asked. Telling Misty about talking to him went exactly as you both expected. She was intrigued, but shocked. The fact that you could talk to Jackie meant that the veil was getting thinner.
You keep going, V. Not for me, okay? And not for yourself, not Vik or Takemura or whoever you think you need to coddle to, huh? Keep going for that stand-up hombre of yours. Wish I could've met him, he seems like what you needed.
"V, baby," River soothed, curling his body over yours while biting back his own tears to hug you. If you were going to cry now, he felt it was time for him to stop holding it in.
His restless nights were also dotted with calling his sister. He sat on the stairs, just within earshot of your snoring and shuddered over the receiver to Joss.
"I-I can't let her go," River whispered, his nose stinging.
"You don't have to," Joss offered, coaching his brother through some deep breathing to keep him from waking you. "You stay by her side, Riv."
River ran his hands over your back, ignoring the vertebrae felt just under your skin. His face contorted in your shoulder, biting back his tears while you sobbed against him.
You shifted upright and moved into River's lap, draping your arms around his neck while you shook in his hold. River ducked his face into your shoulder again, admiring you in his shirt he gave you. Your body was wilting away, leaving just the core of you behind.
What River truly loved.
He winced at your legs straddling his lap. The sudden movements of you gave him the irrational fear that you'd tear. You raised your head and stared down at him, sweeping your eyes over River's naturally irresistible face. You wanted to keep this memory of him as your last.
You wanted to recall every imperfection as perfect, to trace his scars from memory. If it were the last thing you'd do.
You kissed his top lip, feeling his hands level at your hips. River gulped again, his hands shaking from continuing.
He knew he wouldn't break you. He knew he couldn't tear you in half. River was aware of himself, his stature against your shrinking form.
Still, he held back. Your kiss at his top lip was not chased after, even as you tried again with the side of his mouth.
"R-River, please," you begged, though you didn't mean for your pitch to escape your lips in that manner.
They were dry, your voice cracked. River balled his fists on your hips before giving in to hold you. He pressed you gently into his chest, let your hearts connect while he shut his eyes and shuddered into you.
This one couldn't be helped, there were no more tears to hold back. He was breaking now. This time felt real.
River carefully picked you up in his arms, carried you upstairs to put you back in bed. He gave your kisses back, both just as soft.
He offered his own, kissing away from your lips and down your neck, lifting your shirt to reveal your naked body. River ignored his winces at the bruises on your hips, the outside of your knee, your once lively complexion now sullen.
He rested you on your back, allowed you to get comfortable while he shifted out of his pajamas to free himself. River worked up the courage to actually climb on top of you, slide into you.
He couldn't help his tears again, hiding them in the crook of your neck as he pumped. You folded your arm over his shoulders, held him close while you breathed heavily in his ear.
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River still wouldn't sleep. Even after you did. He forgot about your lunch, was ready to retrieve it but you begged him to just lie there with you.
Hold you.
And he did. River held you, listened to your breathing as the sun slowly melted away in the Night City sky and gave way to the neon lights in the distance. He looked over at you to double check that you were okay, and you were blissfully unaware how beautiful you looked asleep on his chest.
He traced blindly along your back, holding onto the feeble warmth you gave off.
It'd be gone in the morning, he feared.
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pixelmensupremacy · 2 years
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could you do a re2 leon x reader where they’re each other’s first time? And he’s really considerate with getting everything ready, making sure youre comfortable and feel safe, and even put in place a safe word? :)
A/N: Thank you so much for your request, Anon! I hope it's worth the wait. I definitely had fun studying this (until my laptop decided to spontaneously turn off before I saved and I almost had a breakdown).
Word count: 1.9k
Warnings: Some fluff, 18+ content, first time sex, GN!reader
Cuddled up against his broad chest (Y/N) blankly stared at the TV screen with their mind wandering far away from the plot of the movie, which Leon had picked up. Instead with their ear pressed against his toned chest- they appreciated the rhythmic sound of his heart, that had a soothing effect on them. They felt at home whenever he was by their side and they even managed to forget about all of their problems.
Glancing up (Y/N) pondered over his soft features; from his baby blue orbs to the dirty blond curtain, which gracefully fell in his handsome face, that was littered with numerous moles and beauty marks. He looked ethereal, akin to an angel on earth. In moments such as this one (Y/N) was reminded how much they loved Leon.
For the entirety of their relationship they have always been there for each other through thick and thin and the multiple challenges have faced only prove just how strong their connection was. But there still was a barrier they have not crossed over yet, a step further which excels the relationships to the next level.
"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" His soft voice disturbed their train of thought. "I was just thinking." Replied nervously, all the while avoiding his curios gaze.
"About?"
"Well." (Y/N) paused to take a deep breath trying to find the best way to word their thoughts. "You know we've been dating for quite a while now... and I was thinking maybe it's about time we take things to the next level."
The room fell silent, except for the still working TV- which at this point was entirely disregarded by both of them. (Y/N) reluctantly lifted her gaze only to notice a pinkish blush forming on his cheeks.
"If you're not comfortable I totally get it- I can't expect this from you-" Hundreds of thoughts passed through (Y/N)'s brain. An overwhelming feeling of awkwardness settled in their stomach, as immediate regret stung their heart. They felt the need to go home before they broke down crying in front of him. Standing up they felt a hand wrapping around their own, stopping them in their steps. "No it's not that I don't want it I just-I can't believe you want to do this... with me."
"Leon... Believe me you are the one I want and I trust you to be my first." (Y/N) looked in his eyes, noticing the anxiety behind them. He was just as nervous as they were.
"Even if it's my first time too?" He gave them a puzzled look.
"Yes even if it's your first time too."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Soon enough the taxi dropped them in front of his house. (Y/N) stepped out of the vehicle then made their way to the front porch, for a moment they stood before his door; they exhaled in order to calm their nerves before knocking on the solid surface. Within seconds the door opened, revealing Leon dressed in a black tuxedo.
"And I thought you couldn't get sexier." Their remark brought a faint blush on his cheeks followed by a breathy chuckle.
"But you take the spot light." He returned the compliment.
"Don't flatter me Kennedy."
"I doubt I ever will. Either way make yourself at home." (Y/N) headed towards the kitchen accompanied by him.
"I was planning on preparing something for dinner, but last minute I realized I barely had anything in the fridge. Maybe I can-"
"Don't worry about it Leon, after all I'm mainly here not because of dinner." They gave him a reassuring smile.
"Yeah right. Then shall we go upstairs?"
"After you."
(Y/N) followed after him until the two of them reached the door leading to his bedroom. Entering the room (Y/N) was pleasantly surprised with how tidy it was, looking around the space they noted he had lit a bunch of scented candles, that settled the mood. Silently (Y/N) sat on the bed, while Leon knelt before them.
"Leon, what are you-?"
"Just let me take care of you." He was quick to shush them, but they complied.
His movements were careful and sensual; sliding off any clothing articles, which covered their legs. The tips of his fingers brushed up and down their calves, causing tiny goosebumps to form on their skin. (Y/N) let out an audible sigh once his digits found their way on their inner thighs, spreading their legs apart in the process. For a second he stood still; his eyes instantly locked with theirs, silently asking for permission. They nodded and gave him a soft smile.
Sudden boldness was apparent in his touch; his hands glided further to the point where his fingers were almost touching the band of their underwear. Gently he began massaging their inner thigs in slow circular motions until suddenly he pulled away. (Y/N) looked down at him in both disappointment and confusion, but right before they were about to speak Leon planted a kiss atop their clothed sex. They whimpered at the new sensation; shivers ran down their spine as Leon continued littering their pelvic area with kisses, before returning to their inner thighs where he sucked on their sensitive skin. (Y/N) tried to hold back any noises, that threatened to escape past their lips, yet they found it hard not to especially when they felt so many intense sensations.
"(Y/N), don't hold back. Please tell me if you feel good." They nodded in response.
"it's important for me to know. in case you are uncomfortable or feel discomfort use the word blue and I'll stop."
"Okay, sir." (Y/N) teased; their lips curled into a mischievous smile, causing his heartbeat to pick up.
Now may I continue? A shaky breath escaped his lips, giving away his nervousness.
"Yes please." They returned without a second thought.
With granted permission Leon laid them on the bed before he began exploring the area of their neck with his lips, littering their heated skin with kisses accompanied by a few light hickeys. Instinctively (Y/N) moved their head in the opposite direction to give him more space to work with, whilst their fingers tangled in his blonde strands. They let out a high pitched moan once Leon sucked on certain sensitive spot. Noting their reaction, he brushed his tongue against it before grasping the skin with his teeth. He tugged at the rest of their clothing; (Y/N) reciprocated lifting their hands to assist him. They laid underneath him completely bare and aroused.
Wrapping their hand around his neck they closed the distance between them, bringing their lips together. Their other hand slid down his torso only to grab a hold of his belt buckle, struggling to undo it. Understanding where they were getting at Leon briefly pulled away to undress himself. (Y/N) observed his every movement, as little by little the beauty of his physique was entirely revealed right before their eyes. Their gaze trailed down his body; from his broad shoulders, muscular torso and all the way down to his hardened dick. Despite their best of efforts, they weren't able to look away.
"The training has done wonders to your body."
"Is that your way of saying you like what you see?"
"Aw shut up and don't keep me waiting!"
"One more thing." He paused, as he browsed through the contents of his nightstand drawer. "Aha." He took out a condom as well as lubricant, before carefully opening the foil packaging of the condom and applying it on his cock.
"Are you ready?" Leon questioned them, concern was evident in his voice.
"Yes I am." (Y/N) chuckled at how sweet he was.
Leon sat between their parted legs with the lube in his hand. He squeezed a generous amount of the product before spreading it on their hole. Slowly he worked his way inside them, inserting a finger at a time to make sure they were prepared to take him. Meanwhile (Y/N) squirmed at the foreign sensations. At first all they could feel was pain, but eventually a pleasant feeling appeared. He continued fingering their hole in a steady rhythm; he used the sounds they made as an indicator to whether or not they feel good. Eventually their legs began to twitch, their breathing got shallow and that's when he stopped.
(Y/N) had no time to protest, as he was now hovering above them with the tip of his dick brushing against their needy hole. He peppered their face with kisses, then he connected his plump lips with theirs into a delicate, yet passionate kiss.
"Tell me if it hurts, please." His baby blue orbs pierced into theirs.
"I will." (Y/N) said, placing their hands around his shoulders.
Slowly Leon pushed into their tight hole little by little; he stood still giving them time to adjust to the size of him. (Y/N) whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being filled. They could feel how their walls stretched around his throbbing cock. It was painful, but the euphoria of it all was enough to distract her.
"What's your word?"
"Blue."
"Good."
And with that he began slowly thrusting in and out. (Y/N)'s eyes squeezed shut, as they let out a loud moan. Leon's accommodated to their reactions; he would stop when their moans turned into groans and when they got silent he would pick up speed. (Y/N) got used to the new sensation and found it pleasurable; Leon was quick to notice. Gradually he began moving a tad bit faster with every thrust.
Soon enough (Y/N) was a moaning mess; the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room alongside their loud moans. Their grip on his shoulders tightened, as the sensation intensified.
Leon grunted, his teeth gritted; he felt his climax approaching, but more intense than any other one he has reached with his hand- this was different. The way they had his cock so perfectly wrapped in a tight embrace couldn't compare with anything else he has ever felt before. Unable to hold back he pounded into them even faster. (Y/N) screamed his name, their nails dug into his back, which only induced his arousal.
"Leon, I think I-" They began, but was soon cut off by another powerful thrust.
"Say it." He took a hold of their hips, bringing them closer to him, which allowed him to hit their sensitive spot from another angle.
"Leon, I'm close." They let out a whimper.
"Me too, love." He placed a kiss on their temple.
(Y/N) screamed his name; electric waves ran across their entire body, as they reached their peak. Leon's thrust grew sloppy, yet he kept going until he filled the condom with his seed.
Once (Y/N) managed to catch their breath they looked around only to see they were alone. Even after calling out his name they got no response. Just as they were about to look for him he entered the room; he carried a glass of water and a towel.
"Thought you might need these." He had the sweetest smile on his face, that melted their heart. He sat near them and began swiping off any bodily fluids from their legs, whilst (Y/N) chugged at the water.
"You are such a liar." Leon looked up at them in shock.
"Why do you think so?"
"You said you've never did it before, then how come you're so good?"
"I'm a natural I guess." The both of them chuckled.
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pastelglows · 1 year
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I am in a strange mood. Strange doesn't quite explain a feeling, does it? And... the thing is, I can't really put into words, how I'm feeling. I just know that there's a lot running through my mind, maybe a little too much at once. I know I have to sort these things one by one, step by step... but it took me some time until I was ready to start with that.
Anyway, one thing that's keeping me up at night is unrequited love, as cliché as that sounds.
YouTube recommended a song I haven't heard in quite some time. It reminded me of him, and I couldn't help but write out some thoughts about him... somehow it turned into this mess of a love letter.
I don't know why I decided to post this, but since I'm never going to send it to him, I still wanted to share this strange mood with someone.
Dearest J,
I know you probably did not expect to get this. And probably, you don’t know what to do with my words. Please, just know that this letter comes from deep within my heart and it's written in all honesty.
Sometimes I wonder how I look like through your eyes. Crazy? I guess I am crazy. I’ve been this girl standing a couple of feet away from everyone else, always just watching. All this time, I’ve been looking at you from afar, until you decided to walk up to me. Initially, there wasn't much more than mild interest, but with your charming way of words, you quickly turned it into attraction, into anticipation for the next time I would meet you, into something even more, even deeper.
Once or twice, I was brave enough to hint my feelings towards you, but I never dared to do more, say more. Yet I do remember a hug that we shared, and it was the most comfort I've ever felt from such a simple touch. For once, I felt like it really is going to be alright at the end.
You’re like my favourite book at the library - stacked on the tallest shelf, but no ladder in sight. And me? I’m quite short, so no chance of ever reaching you. You’re like the forbidden fruit. Forbidden, but all too tempting. But I’m not near as brave as Eve. And maybe that's for the best, because I know one bite wouldn’t be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I would want all of you. I guess I am quite greedy as well.
Whenever we had the pleasure to share a conversation, I fell a little harder for you. Ever wondered why it’s called “falling” in love? Recently I thought about it, and you know, the phrasing is pretty logical once you experience it. Just imagine stumbling over a cliff, and you begin to fall. You fall and fall. At first, you’re scared, and then you can’t help but enjoy this feeling, that tingly feeling in your stomach as you experience free fall, the rush of adrenaline running through your system. And then you reach the point where you start to worry about how you're going to land.
In my case, I knew it would hurt. I tried really stupid ways of trying to soften my landing. I even tried to forget that I was falling. I should have known better. But I just hoped that somehow, I would live through it without a single bruise.
But my heart shattered into pieces. It was impossible to mend it back together, at least not the way it was before. Sure, it's doing the same as it did before, but everything feels a little off.
I always wondered how it would feel to be able to love you, to really show you all the love I have for you. Just thinking about it... I think I'd get easily addicted to that, you know? And how would it feel to be loved by you? Just as addicting?
Would you like to know what I imagine how your love feels like? When I close my eyes I imagine the warmth of the sun on my skin. Everything is tinted in colours of honey and amber. The fresh and comforting yet spicy scent of ginger, a taste that prickles on my lips just thinking about it. Your eyes, blue and deep like the ocean. I dream of diving right into them. You just feel like summer to me. A perfect dream of summer. Like a gentle breeze caressing my face, the taste of ripe cherries, spontaneous trips to the beach, star gazing while talking until the sunrise, and oh so hot and humid nights that we get in August.
You’re off limits. I know that. That’s why I contemplated whether to tell you about my feelings. I remember, the last time we saw each other, your words were so gentle to me. And I remember asking you, if maybe in our next lives, we would have a chance. And you said yes.
We were both going through some hardships at that moment. We said we would meet again in a couple of months, when certain things have settled. We still haven't heard from each other, but I like to think that neither of us is reaching out, because we’re scared of what could be. I hesitated to put these unspoken feelings into words. But here I am. I feel guilty about feeling this way, I truly do.
J, you deserve all happiness. You deserve to show your bright eyes and smile when you passionately talk about your ideas. You should show your sly grin when you’re joking around more often, because that makes you even more irresistible. You should laugh as much as you can, love as hard as possible and get loved even more so.
With that I will end this letter. Just know, that I’ll be waiting for you in our next life, praying that you’ll find me there.
Forever yours.
V
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brewjust · 1 year
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beyondspaceandstars · 3 years
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Happy Engagement
Relationship: Loki x Reader Warnings: contains some dark elements: manipulation Summary: Loki has always thought of you as his and there isn’t anything he won’t do to keep it that way. A/N: I’ve been sitting on this one shot for a while! I had the idea for it months ago and finally wrote it and then it just sat on my computer while I wrote other stuff but I figured since I don’t have anything really new this week it’d be perfect to put out! I hope you enjoy it because I greatly do :)
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Loki had always been an interesting force in your life.
You two met when you were just children in school. You two were the official unofficial outsides of your school year — he was a prince, you were a peasant. Despite his royal standing, he’d play with you at recess. For these outlier ways, you two never interacted much with the other kids, life practically forcing you two to one another.
At such a young age, you hadn’t realized how significant this bond would become. As a child, you were just glad someone was talking to you. He shouldn’t have even been looking at you, should’ve maybe been disgusted with your presence alone. You should’ve been some onlooker, amazed by him and his magic but you weren’t — well, except for the magic part. His magic was little when you were kids but it drew quite the amazement from you.
Over time, you two naturally grew with one another. From childhood into your teens and still, now, you two made an unlikely pair of best friends as young adults. All of this though did not come without some bumps along the way.
In your teens, Loki had almost completely shut you out. For some reason, he seemed to be acting embarrassed by you. Your mother had warned you this may happen but you thought he was different, swore he was, unless his sincerity was like the many other tricks he played. Eventually, supposedly after some talking down from his brother, Loki appeared back at your door asking if you wanted to go for a walk.
This disappearing and coming back had become a habit for him over his teenage years and into adulthood. Loki never explicitly told you why but you could tell there was something eating away at him. It had been there a long time and it felt like disassociating himself with you was his solution.
You thought everything was coming to an abrupt end when you fell pregnant. You had been seeing a nobleman who was a regular customer in your parents’ shop. He was absolutely charming and delightful, practically swept you right off your feet within minutes of meeting. Your parents were ecstatic when he asked to court you.
You yourself were stunned but you ran to tell Loki about it. He was speechless. You tried telling him about the man but something in Loki snapped. He got unreasonably upset, spewing hateful comments about the man, practically forcing you out of his chambers in the process. He went radio silent again.
You tried to ignore losing your best friend — again — and focused on your new relationship. He wooed you endlessly with dates to lavish dinners and dawning you in lovely gowns. It was all so much more than you had ever expected in life. He’d tell you you deserved it and whisper sweet nothings in your ear as you two would get so lost in one another.
A bit shamefully, hypnotized by the romantics of it all, you gave yourself to him. Tangled in the sheets with him as your guide, you let the man you felt you would marry have every last bit of you.
And for a while after, it was blissful. Nothing had seemed to change between you two until he announced he had to go away for a bit. Confused, you asked why suddenly now facing the fact you were losing another person in your life. He explained he was needed by his father on a different realm, part of the family "business," as he described it.
Days after his departure, you learned you were pregnant. Around this time, Loki popped back up in your life. You felt relieved having someone to confide in but when you told him of your pregnancy, he was far from the supportive force you thought you’d get. He didn’t yell or get upset per se but he was beyond stunned.  
He left for a bit then but can back in less time than last. This time he brought along baby supplies and congratulated you. It was a complete one-eighty from his prior behavior but you accepted it, gratefully. Loki ended up being your main person throughout the pregnancy as clues of when your boyfriend would return were nonexistent.
"Did he know you were carrying his child when he left?" Loki had asked you one night. You two were sitting in the living room of the makeshift house you had acquired. You didn’t feel very good that this was the home you were bringing a child into when you knew her father could’ve provided her with a better one. But, at the end of the day, it was a roof over both your heads.
You crocheted another knot in the baby blanket. "No, he didn’t. I didn’t even know."
Loki gave a passing hum at that answer. He didn’t ask about your boyfriend very much after that.
Once your baby girl arrived, she became your entire world, your entire focus. Between caring for her and working to provide, you had little time to worry about your boyfriend still being gone. But it wasn’t as lonely as it may have looked because Loki was always by your side. Working around his royal duties, he’d take time to come visit you and your daughter even sometimes staying for dinner or to play with her. You didn’t miss how he was unintentionally becoming the father she was missing. You never said anything, though, always biting your tongue as you waited for her father to return.
Hope began to face on that front after your daughter turned three. Maybe he was just a footnote in your life, a foolish hopeful dream, but at least he had given you the lovely gift of your child. You weren’t giving up, still placing him in the boyfriend spot of your mind, but you couldn’t deny doubt crept in. Maybe a relationship of any capacity just wasn’t in the cards for you.
Or so you thought.
As Loki continued with his royal responsibilities, he was growing older and more powerful. That’s when the rumors of marriage began floating about. Your mother had brought it up to you once asking if you met any of his potential suitors. Your stomach did a somersault. You didn’t even know there were suitors, let alone met any of them. You tried to keep your cool and just told her no.
Who these suitors were and if they really existed, you never found out. You never even had the guts to ask about them especially after Loki pulled you aside one night after a dinner at the palace.
He rarely ever invited you to dinners with his family so to get this spontaneous invitation, you didn’t hesitate to attend. He even allowed you to bring along your daughter. She was playing with some servants’ children when Loki asked you to the garden.
"Feeling like a nighttime stroll?" You asked with a little laugh. Loki just smiled.
"There’s actually something I want to speak to you about."
"Oh," you frowned. "Is everything okay?"
Loki nodded. "Yes, yes, everything is fine." He looked up at the sky, almost lost in thought as you walked. You thought for a split second how lovely he looked. "I’m sure you have heard by now the…talk about my anticipated engagement."
Your heart practically stopped beating at that moment. Your hands instinctively gripped at the skirt of your dress as if you were ready to run away at the drop of a hat. Trying to keep your voice stead, you said, "Yes, I believe my mother mentioned that to me the other day."
He shot you an unreadable side glance. Your hands gripped the fabric tighter. Why were you feeling like this? Was that…jealousy you felt? You didn’t understand where that had come from. This was your best friend. Your prince best friend. He was bound to get married and have a lavish life with his bride. You couldn’t stop that, you couldn’t change it.
"Do you know anything of the women I have been offered?"
Was this another one of his cruel jokes? You wanted to vomit all over the bushes of flowers passing you as you walked. You managed to shake your head in response. "I’m sure they’re all wonderful."
He scoffed. "More like they’re all incredibly boring."
You gasped, "Loki, I’m not sure you should be speaking that way of them."
"It’s doesn’t matter," he shrugged, "because none of them are what I want."
You didn’t know if you actually wanted to know what he was seeking. You looked at him wearily.
You two walked in silence for a moment. Loki was now watching the ground intensely. You couldn’t believe how much his gaze was wandering. It must’ve been for courage because the next words out of his mouth were ones you had never thought you’d ever hear. From anyone.
"I believe you could be what I want," he said. He spoke your name so softly. "I’d like to ask for your hand in marriage."
You stopped walking, your legs suddenly unable to move. Your eyes grew wide as complete shock raced over you. You didn’t know what to do, too scared to speak because you didn’t know what was going to come out. Your first thought was that this was one of his magic tricks. Maybe he wasn’t even here, just a clone of him as he wished to make a fool of you. It wouldn’t be the first time but he had never been so cruel.
"You’re not saying anything," Loki noted. He had stopped a few feet ahead of you, completely taken off guard by your halt.
"I-I don’t understand." The words felt so heavy forcing their way out of your mouth.
"I don’t believe I stuttered, dear."
Your jaw dropped, surprised it hadn’t hit the floor already. He was seriously asking this. Loki, a literal prince, and your best friend, was asking for your hand in marriage. But — But you just didn’t know why. Why would he ask such a thing? Not only were you an unwed mother, he knew very well about your boyfriend. It was almost insulting he’d think you’d give up just because business or whatever it was was taking a while. You didn’t even want to begin to think about what this could all mean for your daughter.
"Loki… I… I don’t know. This seems crazy—,"
"Crazy?" His expression turned dark. You suddenly regretted the word despite it holding true. "What is so crazy about me wanting to take your hand? I thought this could be good. You and your daughter would have everything you’d ever want. You’d be a princess for crying out loud!"
You flinched at his anger. You had never seen him so enraged before. It made your whole body stiffen.
"I see. This… This is very generous of you but my boyfriend…"
Loki chuckled but there wasn’t any humor found within it. "Of course. The nobleman." He rolled his eyes. "Tell me again, dear, how long has it been? Do you really think he’s going to just show back up one day?"
"Of course," you nodded. "He told me—,"
"He’s not coming back."
You began shaking your head, growing more and more upset as the seconds passed. "You don’t know that."
Loki sighed, defeatedly. "I do know that, dear." A heavy pause. "I know that because I’m the one that sent him away."
You were certain in that moment your heart had stopped. Everything had stopped. You could barely tell anymore how you got from point A to point B.
"Wh-What do you mean?"
"What I mean is I’ve had my eye on you for a long time," he explained. He was standing so tall making you feel minuscule. "I always thought you could be just right for me but then that nobleman waltzed into your life. Granted, he wasn’t me. He couldn’t give you what I could but he tried his best." Loki shrugged. "I had no choice, really. He threatened everything. He derailed my plan but it’s alright. I think after tonight it’ll be back on track, correct?"
You held your hands up in defense, practically begging Loki to slow down. Your head was spinning. "You sent away the father of my child?"
Loki sighed, sounding actually regretful. "Truly, that wasn’t ever my intention. I didn’t know he was going to do that."
"And you think since you forced him out of the picture, you can swoop in and ask for my hand in marriage? We never had a courtship! Are you even hearing yourself?"
"I’m a prince, darling." He sounded so casual. "We do not court like the rest of you."
Gosh, you felt like you were going to vomit. Your hands fell to your stomach as you tried to calm yourself. You had never heard Loki separate you two so clearly before. Like he had drawn a line, definitively.
Your words tasted like venom as you forced yourself to speak. "Can I at least think about it?"
"I’m afraid not. They’d like an answer tonight."
Tonight. That was what this dinner had been for. You weren’t invited just out of the kindness of his heart. You had been attending your own engagement party.
"Loki, this… I— This is insane. You’re— You’re insane—,"
"Am I, really?" He pressed, taking a few steps closer. You trembled under a darkened gaze you had never seen before on him. "I’m not sure that’s how you should be speaking to the man trying to offer you a bit of… stability."
"Stability?" You repeated. "You think that’s all that I want?"
"Would this not grant your daughter a better life? The little shop of yours is only getting you two so far, dear."
The shock had worn off as you were now being filled with rage. "Don’t you dare bring my daughter into this anymore," you gritted. "Of course, I want nothing but the best for her but I also deserve someone who will truly love me. You’re — You’re just asking to fulfill some royal commitment and trying to pass it off like this is some big, grand gesture to help me."
Loki looked a bit taken back by your words. Even you were a bit surprised by yourself. You didn’t know where this fight was coming from within you. Probably from the depths of motherhood, if you had to guess. But it felt good in a way.
After a heavy moment, Loki asked, "Was I so wrong to assume this proposal could actually help us both?"
That was the real kicker of it all, you thought. This actually could help you both.
"I want to marry someone who loves me."
Loki seemed to debate around the idea mentally. "I’m certain that within time something could bloom. I’m not a psychopath, darling." He smirked. "But I truly can’t believe you’d give this up all for the minuscule chance at love, the hopeless thing that got you where you are today."
You gasped. "I would’ve had true love if you hadn’t banished him away!"
Loki let out a humorless laugh. "You are so adorable, you know that?" You flinched as he got close enough now to place a hand on your damp cheek. You were practically forced to look in his eyes as he spoke. "That man was nothing but a spoiled brat and I refuse to believe you actually fell for his game."
You felt yourself crumbling down again. Way beneath him. "He… He was really…"
"Don’t you dare try to defend him, do you hear me?" Loki spat. That darkness was washing over but this time it felt like a storm you couldn’t escape. "I will not have my bride speak such niceties about another man."
"Your bride—,"
"While I’ve enjoyed this little midnight confessional, we have some good news to share with everyone, don’t we?"
You didn’t know what to do. What to think anymore. He wasn’t letting up. You were trapped. It was like the prison gate had shut behind you. You were stone-cold now, completely under his control. You were giving up in complete defeat. You could scream until you were blue in the face but you were running in circles. At least your daughter would know a home.
"Yes."
Loki’s face lit up. He removed his hands from you. "Fantastic," he said, heading back towards the palace. You helplessly followed beside him. He wrapped an arm around your waist and said, "Happy engagement, dear."
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Author san!!! Can I use my free pass for the Black bull team pleasee!! I am sure one piece requests will flood away but I wanna read about the black bulls team so much. Fluff/Romance HCs. It can be anything like first meetings or kiss idk what ever you wish and feel like writing. Its your choice. The black bulls, I love them so much especially Zora... I absolutely fell in love with his charecter design, his outfit and his personality. Sadly he is not that popular. Please do justice for him. Thankyou!!!
Hi Abhi! I’m so glad to see you requesting something for the Black Bulls, they are such an amazing squad! For this one I decided to go with first kisses, since I recently wrote more kissing headcanons and I think they’re surprisingly fun to write UwU Zora is up first, and since you mentioned him not being popular, I decided to put more of the less-popular Bulls in here! I hope you enjoy ❤
Zora Ideale
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Behind his though exterior, Zora is actually a little bit of a romantic. He doesn't quickly grow attached to someone, let alone fall in love, but it happened. Zora believes you deserve someone better than him, but you picked him so he'll just have to be the best version of himself for you.
He'll make sure the setting is right for the first kiss. Some place away from people, some please you can relax. Probably one of your favourite places. A first kiss should be memorable, right?
He'll place his hand on your cheek and lean In slowly, giving you enough time to turn away in case you'd be uncomfortable. He half expects you to punch him in the face or something.
The kiss is soft, your lips just barely touching. Zora is a little worried he'd hurt you or make you uncomfortable, and his pointy teeth may or may not be part of that worry. He's not changing them though, he likes them this way.
When he takes his hand off your cheek after the kiss there's a stinkbug on there. Zora wouldn't be himself if he was a perfect gentleman, right?
Charmy Pappitson
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Your first kiss with Charmy will be kind of spontaneous, a kiss that will surprise both you and Charmy. It will, however, also be a sweet one, in more ways than one.
You and Charmy will just be relaxing, eating something sweet Charmy has made. Cupcakes, donuts, anything. As you're both enjoying it and gushing over the taste, Charmy notices a bit of frosting/filling/whatever stuck just above your lips. She'll point it out, but instead of describing exactly where it is so you can remove it yourself, she'll grab her chance, quickly lean in and clean it up herself.
The kiss lasts about a second, it's over before you even realise what just happened.
Charmy herself is a little surprised at her sudden bravado and looks away with a blush on her face, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. She liked it alright, but what if you didn't like it?
She'll be so taken off guard by her own action, that you have the perfect opportunity to lean in and place a kiss on her lips, this time a proper one. Once your lips part, she will be laughing awkwardly, probably avoiding your eyes by looking at the sweets.
Asta
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“Y/n! Can I kiss you?!”
It's Asta's typical stressed/flustered way of shouting and even though he asked you away from other people, you're pretty sure anyone within the vicinity has heard him yelling.
Once Asta falls in love, he wastes no time getting his feelings across. He has no problem proclaiming them to you, be in privacy or in front of others. Once he knows you return his feelings, he will be so ecstatic that he forgets everything else. Including that he wants to kiss you.
So somewhere between 30 minutes and 3 hours after he confessed, he will be asking you if he can kiss you. When you say yes, he'll step closer to close the distance between the two of you, put his hands, which you can feel are a little sweaty because of the nerves, on your cheeks and slowly closes the distance.
The kiss itself is very careful, Asta has no idea what he's doing and he doesn't want to do anything wrong either. First kisses are special, right? He keeps his lips pressed to yours for a few seconds before pulling away with a big grin.
Grey, Henry, Luck, Noelle, Gauche, Gordon and Secre after the cut!
Grey
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Grey is just not doing it. She's way too embarrassed, and there's just no way she can get herself to ask you to kiss you. She'll consider catching you by surprise and just doing it, but what if you don't want a kiss? Or what if she does it wrong?
She's an absolute mess. She'll ask Gauche and Noelle for help, but their advice is simply ‘just ask it’ or ‘just do it’. It's no help to her, which only makes her believe even more that she's a lost cause.
She will make several attempts to ask you, but she just never can get any further than the word ‘can'. The stuttering already starts when she calls out your name to get your attention, and after a few attempts to ask ‘can I kiss you?’ the embarrassment becomes too much and she transforms herself into the big guy. She's not finishing that sentence and no matter how much you ask her about it afterwards, she won't complete it.
Ideally, she'll wait for you to kiss her first. It'll still be super embarrassing, but at least she won't be the one who has to make the moves.
Henry Legolant
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Henry is a little hesitant about kissing you, he knows what effect he has on the people who come too close to him, but he really wants to! So he'll think about it for a good while before hatching a little plan.
On a moment when nobody is around, he'll call out your name, step closer to you slowly so you can step away if you become uncomfortable, slowly leans in when he's close enough and kisses you. He has his arms around you to support you, in case he's draining too much mana from you.
The kiss is soft and slow, and he stays close to you for a few seconds, not wanting to part from you too quickly. He tightens his hold on you a little, enjoying the rare feeling of being close, certainly this close, to someone.
He'll then hand you a little plate of food he had asked Charmy to prepare for him beforehand and step back to give you some space. It's Charmy's special food to restore mana. Of course Charmy was in on his plan, he had to tell her to get her to make something for him, and unknown to you she's sneakily watching through the keyhole of the door to see if their plan worked.
Luck Voltia
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Luck didn't plan on kissing you today. Luck doesn't plan on anything. He always goes with the slow and his only goal is for the two of you to have fun. Aside from that, it really doesn't matter what happens. Though if fighting or pranks are involved, that's a plus! And that's exactly what put him in a good enough mood to kiss you.
The two of you had just played a huge prank and were running away from your poor victim, who seemed about ready to murder you. You were laughing like maniacs as you ran and you eventually lost them. The two of you now stood still, catching your breath and laughing.
That's when he does it, suddenly and unexpectedly. The kiss is story and sweet, gone as soon as you felt it. Just a little peck. Luck simply keeps smiling at you while you're trying to process what just happened. He'll start laughing at your reaction, and it makes you unable to stop yourself from laughing as well.
The whole situation is a little absurd, but there's no uncomfortable silences, no tension, no awkwardness. Just your boyfriend playing a little prank on you, one you certainly don't mind.
Noelle Silva
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Noelle is going to do everything in her power to make you be the one to kiss her first. She's a royal, she shouldn't be the one making the first moves. Right?
She's tried to a few times, but she just gets too embarrassed every time and chickens out. Hence her new plan: make you want to kiss her. You're already attracted to her so it shouldn't be too hard, right?
She'll put some extra effort into looking pretty, and she'll try to bait you with things like a subtle with pretty lipgloss, or by leaving a little bit of food hanging on her lip. She's not the most subtle person, so her message should come across pretty easily. It's up to you whether you want to tease her a little about it and pretend to not notice, or to just give her what she wants.
If you keep ignoring her hints, she'll eventually find a moment to just tell you that you can kiss her. Mostly likely when you've gotten her something or done something for her.
“You did good, as a reward, you're allowed to kiss me.”
No, even though she said it, she's still not making that first move herself.
Gauche Adlai
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Gauche is not a very subtle person. When he wants something, it's obvious. Usually he just makes sure he gets it too. You, however, are the one exception to that. The one person aside from Marie that he's careful with, about whose opinion he cares. So, instead of just kissing you right the moment when he feels like it, he waits a little.
He's not too worried about setting up a good romantic setting, that's not what matters anyway, it's the kiss that matters, but he does try to get some privacy for that moment. He doesn't need people commenting on him kissing you when he does, it's a pain in the ass.
But getting some privacy with the Black Bulls around is nearly impossible, and Gauche is struggling to even create such an opportunity. His patience runs thin pretty quickly, he just wants to kiss you already, so he pulls you away behind a corner, pulls you close to him and kisses you there.
The kiss is a little on the rough side, mostly due to Gauche's annoyance at the whole situation and at how long he had to wait. He calms down pretty fast though, now that he's gotten what he wanted.
Gordon Agrippa
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Gordon usually goes with the flow, letting you take the lead, letting you set the boundaries. It was like that in his friendship with you, and it will continue to be like that in his relationship with you. However, you two have yet to have your first kiss and he's getting a little worried about it. So this time, he decides to make a move.
When the two of you are relaxed and away from prying eyes, he'll just talk to you about it. Not in a sad or an accusing kind of way, but in a way filled with curiosity. Were you shy? Were you uncomfortable? Did you just not want to? Were you waiting for him to make the first move? Despite the somewhat weird topic, it's a comfortable conversation.
Once you let him know you're comfortable with it, be it during that conversation or later, he'll carefully cup your cheek in his right hand, put his left hand around you to pull you close and then he'll kiss you in a soft yet sweet kiss. Nothing too overwhelming, just a relaxed and loving moment.
Mind the lipstick stains though. The other Bulls will have a riot when they see them.
Secre Swallowtail
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Secre never really thought too much about kissing you. Sure, she loved you, but physical displays of affection are not really her forte, nor are they extremely important to her. She always figured that if you wanted to kiss, you'd come to her and kiss her, simple as that.
However, when Vanessa, be it in an alcohol-induced haze, informed her that kisses were needed to assure the other of your love for them, she got a little insecure. Was that the ramblings of a drunk woman? Or was there some truth in that and were you doubting her love for you?
She remembered Tetia and Licht, and how happy they seemed when they kissed, so there must be some truth in it at least, right?
So she asks you if it's bothering you. Expressing her emotions aren't her strongest point, but you can see some worry and uncertainty in her eyes. If you assure her you're fine, that's that. If you let her know in any way that you would like to kiss her though, she'll lean towards you and place a quick peck on your lips. The contact doesn't even last for a second, but Secre can't help herself from smiling. Maybe kisses were better than she thought.
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The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 7
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Summer
Chapters: Six | Seven
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Warnings: Fluff, Fluff and more Fluff
Word Count: ~2.74k
Inspiration: Don't Go - Exo
A/N: And with this chapter, I conclude this series. Thank you for all the love you all gave my baby project!
Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall, @badbitxhbuckybarnes , @sweet-assh0le
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‘Why am I nervous? We've done much more than just kiss. For fucks sake! I'm the mother of his child.’
You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down before pushing the cart from behind your truck towards the large glass doors of the café. You had offered to take today’s batch of bread and pastries to Levi’s to snag a chance to see him, much to Mikasa’s annoyance.
“Oi, brat! You’re late.”, Levi remarked without looking up from his laptop when the bell above the door rang with your entrance, expecting her to have finally arrived.
“Levi, I’m so sorry! I made an impromptu decision to come here instead of Mikasa and -”, you emerged from behind the lofty stack of boxes.
Your hair was up in a messy bun, you were panting from hauling the weight and the resultant perspiration made you glow. Your continual rambling about why you were late, instantly gave him a feeling of Déjà vu, hurling him eight years back in time to the morning when he first laid his eyes on you.  Mirroring that day, he couldn’t focus on anything you were saying, gawking at you with unblinking eyes given how stupefied he was by the sight before his eyes and the sound of your voice.
“Levi? Are you listening?”, you waved your hand in front of his face, disrupting the mental movie playing in his head.
“Huh? Oh, y-yeah. Hi.” he shook his head vigorously and blinked a few times to bring himself back to the present.
Both a blushing mess, you stood by the entrance to the cafe, smiling at each other like two smitten high-schoolers.
“Are you finally back together?”, a shriek from the opposite end of the seating area made your ears ring.
The cacophony was loud enough that Erwin’s head immediately peaked out of his office; his face riddled with confusion. Both your necks snapped towards the source - Hange was running in your direction with the brightest grin on their face. Every head in the room was turned towards you. Eren and other new members of staff at the café, Armin, Jean, Sasha and Connie were slack jawed with their gaping eyes fixed on you after being subjected to this abrupt and unnecessary announcement. One look from Levi sent them scrambling back to work.
“Fucking four-eyes.” he mumbled as they came closer.
“I knew it! You lovebirds couldn’t stay apart for long!”, they squealed with joy enveloping you both in an spontaneous group hug, not giving Levi an opportunity to flinch away.
“Shhh! Calm down, Hange! We’re not back together. Yet.”, you tugged on their hands trying to free yourself from their clasp.
Levi's eyes met and stayed on yours when you uttered the last word, the way his heart fluttered at the sound of it clearly reflecting on his face.
Yet.
“But you were together last night. You have both put in way too much effort in your appearances today. And the color on Short-stack's cheeks can be spotted from Mars! What am I missing here?”, they observed, unaware of the heat rising within their two friends thinking about their final moments together at the Ackerman home yesterday.
Always the perceptive one, Hange. They weren’t entirely wrong. You did spend forty minutes in your closet hunting for the one floral lemon-yellow dress that Levi loved seeing you in; piling on deodorant while simultaneously cursing the hot summer. You picked your reflection in the mirror apart for way too long, fiddling with the necklace he bought you ages ago while rehearsing what you would say to him.
By the looks of it, he did too. He looked oh-so handsome today. Granted, he always did. But today was different. He wore your favorite navy-blue button-down shirt with slate grey slacks, sleeves folded to reveal his toned fore arms, and the top two buttons left open to aid with the sweltering heat; or was it because he knew that it made you weak in the knees when he wore his shirts that way? And his cheeks and ears were definitely a brighter shade of pink than the raspberry compote on the cheesecake you brought.
He stood pinching the bridge of his nose, his breathing starting to speed up. You figured it was his attempt at suppressing the strong urge to smack the grin right off Hange’s face.
“Hange, I promise, I’ll give you all the details later. But for now, Levi and I have things to discuss.”, you pulled him away before he could act on his impulse.
Taking a seat at the table by the large bay window, kissed by the morning sun, you watched the city slowly rise awake with your cheek resting on the palm of your hand. Levi, who was walking back from the kitchen with a cup of tea for himself and a caramel latte for you, stopped in his tracks to mentally frame this image. It was as if you were a different person than who he met over the last two days.
There were no signs of the anxious but adoring mother from yesterday nor the bewildered, pained ex-wife from the day before; you were the same clumsy, moody, garrulous, as well as kind, selfless and mesmerizing woman he fell madly in love with when you walked in through the doors of this very place eight years ago. How could one person flood his heart with a barrage of different emotions this way?
You acknowledged him with a soft ‘hi’ accompanied by a smile when he sat down on the chair opposite to you, nervous about the forthcoming conversation. You stole occasional glances at each other while sipping your beverages, hesitating to be the one to say the first word.
“Do you hate me?”, he asked out of the blue, his gaze locked on his cup.
“No! Why would you think that?”
“Uh- you obviously had a chance to think about what I said to you after going home last night. Why would you possibly want to still see me?”
“Well, I’m here, aren't I? I want to work on us if you’re willing to try as well, Levi. I want to see where this takes us.”, you smiled, placing your hand on his.
"Me too."
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Four months later
The day of Suki and Furlan's wedding was finally here. The venue was set, guests had arrived and you were busy helping the bride get ready for her special day, having spent all morning with her, Isabel and the other bridesmaids in the bridal suite, chatting away in excitement and anticipation for the day ahead.
“Honestly speaking, Suki, I’d have a hard time keeping my hands off you if I were Furlan”, you teased while draping the veil into her hair, causing her to bury her face into her palms.
“You’re one to talk! Levi has been looking for reasons to see you all morning. I had to turn him away thrice already. I'm pretty sure he is going to murder me after the wedding is over.”, Isabel shot back with a smirk.
The last four months had been nothing short of a whirlwind. After that morning at the cafe, having breakfast with Levi turned into a routine. He brought Luna along on most days, and the three of you spent time chatting and admiring the toddler’s antics over tea and scones while sitting at your usual table by the bay window. Sometimes you’d have her accompany you to the patisserie to give Levi a much-deserved break.
Everyone there was enamored with the little firecracker. Her Uncle Miche had always been her favorite because the gentle giant ferried her around the large kitchen on his shoulders. Bertholdt and Reiner would happily comply to all the orders their mini boss belted out. Annie, although a little awkward around her, listened intently to her endless stories; Mikasa secretly pampered her with numerous treats even after several warnings from you, and Nanaba would fuss over her all the time and try to keep the little one all to herself, earning protests from the others.
The evenings varied between taking Luna to the park or the pier, or just spending time indoors at your place or his. You even celebrated her fourth birthday two weeks ago. All your friends and family, along with some little friends the birthday girl had made at the park were invited. You spent a beautiful evening in the backyard of your house around a bonfire, with a delectable meal and wonderful company.
Levi especially made sure you knew that you were being wooed by taking you out on date nights every now-and-then to the finest of restaurants, walks on the beach, to the drive-in theater a few miles outside your town, or star gazing from your favorite spot up the nearby hill. You both were working through your differences and had barely had any disagreements during the time spent together. Things were slowly falling in place; in fact, this newly re-built relationship with him felt much stronger than ever before.
The flashback ended when the wedding planner knocked on the door indicating it was time for the ceremony to begin. You, Isabel, and the other bridesmaids ushered Suki to her designated spot, making sure her dress, hair, make up and flowers looked perfect.
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Standing at the altar by Furlan’s side as his best man, Levi was relieved that he would finally be seeing you soon after being apart all morning. Lately, the two of you spent most of your time together; and this sudden separation had him feeling restless.
On cue, the two harpists seated on either side of the rows began to play heavenly tune of ‘A Thousand Years’ by Christina Perry, a prompt for the bride’s party to start making their way towards the altar. He watched patiently as bridesmaids accompanied by groomsmen walked down the aisle, waiting for you to finally appear. He almost forgot to breathe when your form eventually entered the nave, walking a short distance behind Isabel and one of Furlan’s friends.
You wore the emerald gown from your encounter with him at the store four months ago, and looked a million times more beautiful this morning. Your usually open hair was tied into an elegant loose braid with some curly strands framing your face. The sun rays falling on your silhouette from the towering stained-glass windows of the church made you look like an angel descending solely upon him. He finally began breathing again when you smiled at him and mouthed “breathe”, after taking your position at the altar.
Levi only peeled his eyes away from you when Luna’s giggles reverberated off the stone walls as she waddled down the aisle, scattering petals of baby pink roses, about the same shade has her chubby cheeks, on the ivory carpet. You wiped a stray tear rolling down your face as you both proudly watched her play the part of a flower girl with utmost perfection. Upon making it to the end, she ran to you and buried her face in your gown, suddenly feeling shy from the cheers and applause she received from the smitten guests.
You instantly scooped her up and held her close, letting her nuzzle into the crook of your neck, cooing sweet words of encouragement into her ears. Levi was so taken by this divine scene before him that he failed to notice the bride's much awaited walk down the aisle; surprised to directly find Suki standing at the altar, facing Furlan with her lips curved into the widest smile before his attention found you and Luna again.
He lost track of how long he was marveling at his two perfect girls for, until he felt an elbow harshly crash into his ribs, knocking the wind out of his lungs.
“Is this revenge for your wedding?”, Furlan frowned.
Levi blankly stared at him, having no clue what he was talking about
“Ring, Levi!”, the fuming groom growled.
Oh, right. He pursed his lips in embarrassment melting under the scrutiny of the baffled guests while he handed over the ring that was in the safety of his blazer’s pocket. His eyes darted towards an alarmed Suki and silently apologized to her. Then his gaze moved back to you, an impish smirk on your face as you stared back at him, knowing exactly what was going on in his mind.
Fuck! Furlan was not going to let this go for a long time.
Luna had lost interest in the festivities midway through the nuptials and had fallen asleep in your arms. After the ceremony, when everyone began to make their way outside the chapel, Levi swiftly moved over to walk beside you and offered to carry the snoozing toddler. You groaned after her weight left your body, stretching your sore shoulders and aching back .
“Stop that. You have no idea how hard it is to control myself from jumping your bones, especially when you look this gorgeous.”, Levi whispered in your ear, snaking an arm around your waist.
You glanced around awkwardly making sure his words did not fall on any prying ears and gave him a quick smack on the shoulder, trying to suppress the heat creeping up your neck.
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Time skip – Evening
The wedding reception was underway. You sat at a table sipping lemonade, watching the newlyweds grooving to the beats of music being played by DJ Zeke. Levi swapped his usual glass of Macallan for a cup of ginger lemon tea; His reason being that his throat was sore from carrying out best man duties. But you knew he was just being supportive of your goal to stay off alcohol.
Erwin and Hange sat by the bar, socializing with Furlan’s Boss, Mr. Pyxis while Luna was busy playing duck-duck-goose with some new toddler friends she made at the venue. Levi needed to be physically restrained from ambushing Isabel who he had discovered slow dancing with the same groomsman that walked alongside her at the ceremony. Miche and Nanaba were spotted in a rare public embrace, dancing leisurely to the slow music; and your army of helpers consisting of Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Reiner, Bertholdt and Annie took the lead on setting up tables as yours and Levi’s patisserie and café were the official caterers for the evening.
The choice of DJ Zeke's next track brought a sparkle to your eyes. Your smile spread from ear to ear when ‘Fly me to the Moon' by Frank Sinatra emanated from the speakers. You sang along and began swaying cheerfully in your seat to the melody.
“Remember, Levi? This was the song we had our first dance to at our wedding.” you reminisced; a nostalgic smile spread across your face.
“How can I forget?”, he asked.
His eyes were unfocused, lost in memories of his own. He remembered how ethereal you looked in your white wedding dress. How your diamond jewelry shimmered under the spotlight, how you whispered honeyed words into his ears when he felt exceptionally uncomfortable dancing in public, how warm your hands felt wrapped around his body, how your breath tickled his neck. He’d give anything just to go back and relive that moment.
You gaze was still lost among people enjoying themselves on the dance floor when a stretched-out hand entered your line of vision. Your eyes followed it to land on Levi’s face. A quirk in your eyebrows wordlessly asked him what this action meant.
“Let's dance.”, he said.
“You, Levi Ackerman, are willingly asking me to dance? Did someone spike your tea?” You smirked, earning an eye roll from him.
“Oi, brat! Let’s go before I change my mind.”
“Only if you ask nicely.”
“May I have this dance with you, my love?”
You accepted and the pair of you headed towards the dance floor. He gently pulled you close to him and firmly held on to your hand. His other hand wrapped firmly around your waist and you rested yours on his shoulder. You both moved to the slow rhythm in perfect harmony, as you drowned in those gorgeous blue-grey eyes. It felt like the world around you had dissolved and it was just the two of you and the music.
“You look nice today. I see you bought the same gray suit you hated with a fiery passion.”, you teased.
“How could I not after you said you liked it?”
You looked over his shoulder to Suki and Furlan flashing you a wide grin from across the dance floor. And so did Hange, Miche and Nanaba from over that the bar. Erwin gently raised his drink in your direction. The heat from the from the sudden metaphorical spot light you stood under was cooled by the kiss Levi planted on your cheek.
“Did I tell you how lucky I feel to have you?”, he whispered into your ear as while brushing strands of hair off your face.
“I could stand to hear it more often.”, You hid your blush by resting your forehead on his shoulder, feeling too shy to keep his gaze.
“It's true. You’re the most beautiful woman is this room tonight, scratch that, you’ll be the most beautiful woman anywhere, any day; and I get the honor of calling you mine.” he cooed, drawing gentle circles on your back with his fingers.
“You’re awfully talkative today!”, you lifted your head again to reveal a contagious coy smile spread across your lips.
“Don’t be stupid. I’ve always been talkative.”,
“Come with me.”, he moved you off his chest and tugged at your hand.
“Where?”, you asked in utter confusion, and a bit of annoyance at the wonderful moment being ruined, just to receive silence in response.
Levi quickly glanced over to find Luna munching on garlic bread sticks with Erwin and Hange, as he guided you away from the venue and towards the lake nearby. The ripples in the water gleamed under the moonlight, resembling liquid silver. Warm yellow light from the lamps on either side of a wooden dock dimly illuminated the path that led to a gorgeous gazebo that stood at the end, its ceiling sprinkled with fairy lights that defined the intricate floral carvings in the wood. You stood in the center of the structure and slowly spun around, marveling at the work of whose ever brilliant hands built it.
“Levi, this is stunning!”, you said gazing in all directions, running your fingers over the sophisticated engravings.
“Yes, it is.”, Levi agreed, his eyes not on the architecture, but instead on the human embodiment of radiant sunny day that stood by his side.
Not remotely expecting anything to outshine the sight before you, your vision was captured by an extravagant display of red, green, and gold against the dark blanket of the night’s sky. You jumped when the sound of the first soaring explosion caught you off guard. An arm slid across your waist and a kiss was placed on your temple. You were enamored by the shattering sparks of the fireworks, eliciting frequent oohs and aahs, until a voice snapped you out of your reverie.
“Marry me.”
It took you a few seconds to fully register what you just heard. But when you did, overwhelming feelings of joy rendered you speechless; fingers absentmindedly running over the carved railing of the gazebo, stunned orbs darting between the brilliant sky and the love of your life.
This time Levi had to remind you to breathe.
Your eyes and lips both turned into wide Os, and you slapped your hands to cover your gaping mouth when he slowly lowered himself to kneel before you, opening a little black box containing the same gorgeous ruby ring from all those years ago, which he sneaked out of your nightstand during one of his visits.
“I know that you said you wanted to take this slow. But the last four months with you have been the most precious of my life, where I got a glimpse of what having a perfect family would be like. I learnt the hard way, what I lost when I lost you and you gave me a second chance at finding happiness when you decided to come back. I promise to love and protect you every single day for the rest of my life, and even after. You complete me, love, and you complete our family. So, will you do me the honor of being Mrs. Ackerman, again?”
“Levi...”, your trembling voice was barely audible.
“Yes.”, you breathed, letting the floodgates finally open when he slid the ring on your finger.
He got back on his feet and engulfed you into the tightest embrace as you wept joyous tears into his shoulders.
“I love you so much!”
“I love you too!”, moving to look into your eyes, he cupped your face with warm hands.
And finally, his lips found yours.
It felt... like home;
Like laying in a cozy bed after a long day of work, like the warm chocolate sauce on a cold scoop of ice-cream, like wearing a fuzzy sweater on a crisp autumn evening, like walking barefoot on the beach at sunset, like taking a cool shower on a blazing summer afternoon, like everything you ever needed.
After being torn apart from the one person who made your life perfect, you were finally back in the soothing confines of his strong arms, resting against his able chest, ready to fall apart; all while the fireworks in the sky mirrored the fireworks in your hearts.
“Mama! Papa!”
You were awoken from this surreal euphoria by the most beautiful squeal you had ever heard. Both your heads turned towards the source of it – a tiny figure running towards you with all her might while all your near and dear ones including the newlyweds watched from a distance, cheering merrily.
“They knew?”, you gasped, sobbing and sniffling from the joyous tears.
“Yeah, pretty much everyone but you knew.”
Luna flew into Levi’s open arms when he bent down to receive her. The three of you merged into one blob of a positively smothering family hug, only pulling away to pepper each other with more kisses. Levi held his two girls close. His sun and moon were now back together in the sky of his life. He looked into Luna’s crescent shaped eyes and whispered,
“Moon beam, Mama’s coming home.”
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first kisses with p1h's hyung line.
genre: a whole bunch of fluff
warnings: mentions of swimming in theo’s section, slight angst in keeho’s section
theo
you decided to work as a lifeguard at your local pool for the summer 🏊
since your local pool was hiring and in desperate need of more lifeguards
the training was tiring and your hair always reeked of chlorine,
but at least you got to see cute babies in arm floaties and the job paid quite well
but perhaps the best part of your job was getting to know the other lifeguard who was also on duty with you
luckily for you, they had cute boy around your age who also worked during your shift
his name was theo and he was Very cute
and apparently he had worked at the pool as a lifeguard for the past few summers, so he was pretty experienced already
without anyone even asking him to, theo voluntarily offers to show you the ropes 🥺
as the weeks went by, you felt very comfortable around him
thankfully you guys didn’t have to rescue anyone during any of your shifts
and before you could process it, summer was already over and you were no longer needed at the pool
after theo helps you clean up the rest of the pool equipment, neither of you really wanna leave
so you guys kinda stall to buy time
"well, i hope i can see you around often, theo."
"yeah...... me too."
he gets really shy and quiet after you say that 😳
cue some awkward silence and bashful smiles exchanged between the two of you
it was kinda awkward but it was a cute kind of awkward if you know what i mean
but then theo gains this random burst of confidence
and unexpectedly turns to you and gives you this quick little kiss on your lips
'shy' my ass 😐
then he asks you for your number
“i probably should have done that in reverse right”
anyway theo is lucky he’s cute
keeho
whenever i'm writing something for keeho,
my mind immediately goes ‼️ best friends to lovers ❗️
keeho has been your best friend for as long as you can remember
you guys would decide to volunteer to be camp counselors together for this outdoor summer camp for kids
but one afternoon after coming back from hiking in the woods, things get a little Stressful when one of the kids in your group started crying
because they realized they had left their favorite macaroni necklace on top of a large tree stump in the woods
the sky was already getting dark and quickly too
being the selfless person that keeho is, he volunteers to go back to retrieve the kid's necklace, with nothing but a water bottle and his phone as a flashlight
you insisted on coming along with him but keeho said no and that it was too dangerous for you 🙄
he probably tries to scare you too
“if i’m not back within 1 hour, i’m probably dead” 🤠
“DON’T SAY THAT KINDA SHIT”
so another one of the other camp counselors went with keeho instead of you
when a whole hour and 15 minutes passed, you were worried beyond imagination
so you tried to call keeho using your phone
but then you remember that he didn’t have any service in the woods
as you’re contemplating if you should start a 1-person search party,
keeho appears with the missing macaroni necklace dangling in one hand
“oh my god i thought you got eaten by a bear”
without thinking much about it, you ran up to keeho and gave him a hug
“aww, did you miss me that much??”
“you’re so dumb, stephen”
as you’re stepping backwards to let go of the hug, you embarrassingly trip over air and your ankle goes brr
but of course, keeho catches you in his arms
and then he pecks your lips right there on the spot, right in front of the rest of the camp counselors 😳
everyone else cheers and claps
and the both of you can’t stop smiling afterwards
"you don't even know how long i've waited to do that."
it was spontaneous without a doubt
even keeho wasn’t expecting himself to do that
you’re secretly grateful he was alive long enough to do that 😌
and he wasn't just your best friend now; he’s also your boyfriend
jiung
you had been dating jiung for a few months already
but he still hasn’t made any moves to kiss you
you noticed that he wasn’t really physically affectionate with you in general
so you started to think maybe he wasn't that interested in you 💔
the truth was, jiung wanted to kiss you SO badly but 
he was just really nervous about it
because he wanted it to be perfect
but nothing is perfect of course
when jiung asks you to be his plus one to one of his cousin's weddings
you're more than delighted to go along with him !!
while you're getting ready in your room an hour before the wedding,
jiung approaches you, looking quite Handsome in his suit
"y/n, can you help me with my tie?"
"of course, babe"
jiung actually knew how to tie his tie, but you didn't need to know that 🤭
it was his trap + you fell right into it 🕳🏂
unbeknownst to you, he had planned everything out beforehand
he just thought it would be really romantic if he kissed you while you were helping him with his tie (peak libra behavior)
it was completely his intention to leave only a few inches between you guys while you were focusing on tying his tie
when you’re finished with his tie,
jiung leans in and softly kisses the corner of your lips to test the waters hgndnghd
so you grab his tie to pull him closer to give him a proper kiss this time
after you break the kiss, you see jiung looking at you with a knowing smile on his face, which made you very flustered
"....... are you blushing?"
"i- it's just my makeup."
"sure it is, y/n."
you both giggle like a bunch of children afterwards
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Baby, Honey
(Bucky Barnes x chubby!f!reader)
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Summary: Bucky and you have been doing it for months but you have never actually spoken about the nature of your relationship. You don't know if you're only a temporary distraction, or something more. But you know you don't want him to leave you.
Warnings: unclear relationship status because they are dumb babies, insecure reader, tooth-rotting fluff, mentions of sex but without detail
Words: 1.8k
Divider by @whimsicalrogers​
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A/N: I’ve wanted to try chubby!reader for a while now, but I never really knew what to write? I was bored at work and started daydreaming and this sort of just happened. I’m sure this plot has been written time and time again by other people, but I don’t know. I’m an insecure big girl and I wanted soft Bucky, end of story, I hope you enjoy :)
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It's no surprise that it all started at a party. You approached the bar for a drink, and Bucky, who happened to be standing there too, started talking to you.
Before that night, the two of you have never spoken to each other beyond polite Hi's thrown in passing. You were already a bit tipsy, he wasn't sober either, and before you knew it, your clothes were thrown all over his bedroom floor and he had you pinned to the mattress.
The next morning, you woke up to him getting out of the shower. Bucky offered you coffee, you thanked him, but insisted you would have some in the office. He kissed your cheek by the door and then you left.
The second time happened about three weeks later, at a charity gala. As Pepper Potts's assistant, you spent most of the evening following her every step, taking note of any people she promised to call or arrange appointments with. The new Avengers team was there, as per Pepper's invitation and much to the guests' and reporters' joy. You didn't have time to mingle with them at all, though - you were too busy with your job.
You reminded Pepper that Morgan's bedtime was approaching, at which she excused herself from the gala, leaving you to your own devices. The moment she was gone, Bucky appeared by your side, suddenly and quietly, as if he'd been lurking closeby the entire time.
Large, strong hands on your waist and soft lips at your ear, Bucky tempted you to a dance. It was only half an hour later that he had you against a wall in one of the dark, empty hallways of the venue, your long black dress bunched up messily and his crisp button up short missing a button, because he accidentally ripped it away in a hurry.
Times three and four happened within the span of one week. After time four, Bucky asked for your number.
At first, he only texted you to set up one of your secret meetings, but as more weeks went by, short texts turned to funny pictures exchanged at random times, 'good morning' and 'sleep well' texts, he'd notify you if his mission got extended, you'd let him know if a meeting was taking forever and you were bored out of your mind. Soon Bucky was inviting you over to watch a movie and cuddle, to outings with the team, birthday parties and spontaneous dates. You had countless pet names for each other, only spoken in the privacy of your rooms, both of which began to fill with the other person's essentials.
But even as months flew by, filled with happiness and adoration for each other (and admittedly the best sex you've ever had) neither of you had actually ever brought up the nature of your relationship. A few people, mostly the team and your closest friends knew the two of you were together but you were never fully certain of your status.
You definitely blamed your own insecurities for that. If you weren't so shy about it, you would've asked Bucky ages ago, but you were scared that the answer wouldn't be what you want.
For the longest time, you didn't let yourself fall for him and his charm, but that wasn't the case anymore. You were in love with Bucky Barnes, you knew that for sure. What you weren't certain of were his exact feelings for you.
You couldn't help but worry that one day he'll decide he doesn't want you anymore, that he'll find someone prettier, thinner, better than you. You kept thinking about it every time the two of you were out together. Despite your better judgement, you'd become suspicious of any woman in Bucky's vicinity, your anxiety was driving you mad every time he was out of your sight.
That's what's on your mind this morning as well. It's Sunday, probably around 7am,but you don't care enough to check. You lay on your back, eyes fixed on the ceiling as your cloud of worries consumes you and a single tear runs from your eye and into your hairline.
A soft snore pulls you back to reality and you turn your head to the side to watch Bucky sleep. A small smile appears on your lips at the sight of his bare back turned toward you and his messy hair spread all around his head.
He surprised you last night. His mission ended sooner than planned and just as you were getting ready for bed, Bucky knocked on your door, a big smile crinkling the skin next to his eyes. He hugged you tightly, kissed your cheeks and pulled you inside the apartment. You were over the moon to have him back almost a week earlier than planned.
As you watch him breathe deeply in his sleep, you decide you need to bring up the topic that's been worrying you. You can't live in uncertainty anymore.
Bucky hums quietly when you place your hand on his back, gently stroking the soft skin. You shift closer and press yourself against him, one arm snaking over his waist and the other holding you up so you can leave a trail of slow kisses from the nape of his neck all the way to his shoulder. Bucky turns his head towards you when your lips finally reach their destination, his blue eyes only half-open and a lazy smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
"Good morning, Bucky."
"Good morning, sweetheart." He murmurs back in a low voice.
"I wanted to ask you something." You inform him, finally prepared to tackle your biggest fear. He only answers you with another hum, nodding for you to continue.
"What are we, Bucky?" You ask quietly, almost immediately regretting your question when his brows pinch in confusion.
“What do you mean?” You give Bucky enough space to turn around so he can face you fully, his metal palm lightly squeezing your side.
“I mean.. We never really talked about us, you know?” You shrug. You avoid his eyes, instead looking down where you’re nervously playing with a bunched up piece of the bedding.
“When we had sex for the first time, I thought it was only a one night stand and then we did it again and again and now it’s been almost a year and I still don’t know what this is.” Your voice shakes slightly as you let it all out, feeling like you can’t stop talking until everything’s out in the open. Bucky doesn’t say anything as you keep babbling, which only makes you more anxious.
“I guess I just want to know if this is all just temporary, because it’s really hard to think you might want to stop this one day.” Your breath hitches as you say this and you don’t think you can utter another word without breaking out in tears.
Bucky coos quietly and shushes you as he leans closer, his palm cupping your cheek and his thumb wiping away the hot tears running down your face. You squeeze your eyes closed in an attempt to make them stop, but it only does the opposite. You feel Bucky kiss your forehead, then your cheek and it makes you choke out a sob at the mere thought that you might not always have him there to kiss you when you’re sad.
“Baby, look at me.” He whispers, his palm rubbing your arm comfortingly. “Come on, open your eyes, sweetheart.”
Bucky greets you with a kiss when you look up at him, he sighs against your lips and moves so close, you don’t know where your body starts and his ends.
“I thought it would be a one night stand too, back then.” He says then, touching his forehead to yours. “But the more I knew you, the more time I wanted to spend with you.”
“I should’ve properly asked you out, I’m sorry.” He huffs out a chuckle and meets your still wet eyes. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what we were for a long time.”
“Do you know now?” You avoid his eyes again, not sure where he was going with that.
“I know what I want us to be. I want to be with you.” Bucky says simply, as if there is no other option possible in his mind.
“You really mean that?” You dare to meet his eyes. You don’t know what you were expecting to see there, but the pure adoration on Bucky’s face makes you shed fresh tears, happy ones this time.
“Of course I mean it!” He grins at you. He nudges your nose with his own, making you smile again, if only for a few seconds before you start worrying again.
“And you don’t mind that I’m….bigger?” Bucky scoffs as if you’ve just offended him.
“Baby- honey-” Bucky mumbles between pecks to your lips. “You are beautiful, and sexy and the sweetest girl I have ever met.” He assures you, his eyes locked on yours, making sure you can see he’s being honest with you.
“You’re beautiful.” He repeats and you don’t really have a reason not to believe him. He’s shown you time and time again how much he loves your body, even on days when you’re not particularly happy with it.
You sniffle and wipe your tears away, nodding because you believe him and you love him and you’re tired of crying.
“You’re beautiful too, Bucky.” He leans in as close to you as possible, half-laying on top of you and curling an arm behind your back to keep you against his chest.
“I love you, Y/N. Do you wanna go steady?” He asks in a conspiratorial tone, as if you haven’t been his for almost a year now. It makes you laugh so hard you shake in his arms.
“Who talks like that?!” You can’t stop giggling at the silly grin on his face.
“Old men like me, honey.”
“Hush, you’re not old.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No, you’re not.” You argue childishly, but before Bucky can talk back, you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him to you. He sighs as he relaxes against you, completely enveloping you in his warmth.
“Let’s stay in bed for a bit longer.” Bucky mumbles against your skin, ready for another nap. You comb your fingers through his hair and hum in agreement.
Now that you know for sure that Bucky is yours, you don’t want to leave his side just yet. You feel a bit silly for getting so deep in your head and waiting so long to clear the air, but you’re glad that in the end, nothing has to change.
“Hey, Buck?” You break the silence after a few minutes, smiling to yourself. Bucky hums in question, already half-asleep in your arms. “I love you too.”
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George Weasley x Reader- How Can You Tell?!
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Gif not mine :)
Dating one of the biggest pranksters in Wizarding History didn’t mean you were any less likely to be the butt of their jokes- that was something you found out within the first few months of dating George Weasley. You didn’t mind it, if anything you loved that George carried on messing around like that with you rather than being too scared to do it once you got together, but both himself and his brother had been working out their “biggest prank yet” on you. Little did they know their little stunt wouldn’t actually work at all on you.
It started this morning. You had a few days left sleeping at the Burrow before Hogwarts started back up after Christmas break and you’d spent most of the mornings laying in bed with George- simply cuddling, talking or uh.. other things- but this morning he ran out of the bedroom almost the second his eyes opened. You sat up confused and just started fixing your hair, wondering what on Earth your boyfriend was up to this time. Minutes later, Fred came bolting in the room wearing George’s pyjamas and holding out a tray towards you, leaving you even more confused.
“Mornin’ darling. Fancy some toast?” He asked as he hopped in the bed under the covers next to you. You stared at him with an eyebrow raised.
“Fred.. not that I don’t love you or anything but why are you here? And in George’s clothes?” You asked, slowly taking a bite of toast.
“What are you talking about? Hit your head on the headboard too hard last night did you? I’ll take it easier next time, promise.” He winked, shuffling closer to you.
“So you’re not Fred? This person sitting right in front of me isn’t Fred? It’s George?” You spoke, catching on to their little trick.
“We’ve been together almost a year and you still can’t tell the difference between us? I’m heartbroken, honestly.” He placed his hand on his chest and shuffled back away from you.
“Sorry Georgie, I was just so sure you were Fred.” You played along. “But if you truly are my wonderful boyfriend you’d be more than happy to kiss me right?” You said, watching as panic went through his eyes before he spoke.
“That can definitely be arranged.”
“Too far Freddie. Get your slimy lips away from her you perv.” George exclaimed walking in the room.
“We almost had her then you twerp.” Fred argued back, getting out of the bed and heading towards the door.
“You honestly didn’t Fred. Not even close.” You laughed, pulling your actual boyfriend back into bed.
“Might have worked if you didn’t improvise Fred. Where did that headboard crap come from anyway?” George questioned, taking a bite out of your other slice of toast.
“Come up with it? George we can all bloody hear it. I’m counting down the days til Hogwarts to finally get some sodding sleep.” Your cheeks burnt at the idea of the rest of the Burrow listening in to yours and George’s rendezvous and George choked back on his toast. “We’ll definitely get you at some point Y/N, even if it kills us.” Were Fred’s last words as he left the two of you alone again in the bedroom.
“How did you know it was Fred?” George asked, finishing off the other slice of toast as you offered it to him.
“George I fell in love with you, not your brother so it’s obvious to me.. besides, you’d never promise to take it easier on me next time.” It was your turn to wink now as you got up and changed. “Meet you downstairs. At least I hope it’s going to be you.” You grinned, turning to shut the door. Fred walked back in moments later to talk with his brother.
“We’re going to have to up the antics Freddie.”
“That we are brother. Christ, she can tell us apart better than our own mother.”
The last few days of the holidays went fast as you soon found yourself back on your way to King’s Cross Station. As usual, you’d finished packing your bags a lot sooner than the boys and was waiting outside for them. You had to quickly hide the smirk that appeared on your face as you noticed them come out with each other’s baggage, even going to the extent to swap over their F and G Jumpers. You thought you’d give them their fun a little longer this time and played along. As the Christmas holidays were shorter you’d all left the majority of your belongings in your dorms, leaving only a small bag of clothes for you each to carry in. Soon enough, Fred walked up to you to play out the normal routine you had with George.
“Ready?” Fred kissed the corner of your mouth and offered his spare arm out to you. They were getting better, you’d give them that. You may have almost believed them if George’s eyes didn’t glare at Fred after the kiss- they’d clearly arranged a cheek kiss, you thought. Typical Fred and his devotion to the game.
“Ready.” You beamed, wrapping your arm around Fred’s and setting off on the journey to King’s Cross. It didn’t take you long but holding your best friend’s hand rather than your boyfriend’s made it seem a little longer.
The boys didn’t let off once you got on the train either but you wanted to talk to the real George, at least until they next thought up a new way to trick you. You all sat in the carriage and you turned to the twin who had started to make himself comfortable wrapping his arm around your shoulders and discussing the pranks they had lined up for the next few weeks, about to end their little game once again.
“Whilst I am quite comfortable and thoroughly enjoyed the kindness you showed to me holding my arm on the journey here, is it possible I could go and sit with my boyfriend now?” You asked casually, watching as Fred’s face dropped and he took his arm away from behind you. You jumped up and moved next to George, kissing the frown that had formed on his face and laying your head on his shoulder.
“Bugger. What gave it away this time?” Fred asked, pouting childishly and crossing his arms. He couldn’t keep the straight face for long before laughing. “Literally nobody can tell us apart. That’s our thing.”
“I’ve been able to tell you apart from the start. Plus George is more attractive, sorry.” You teased.
“Y/N we literally have the same face.” Fred answered.
“No no Freddie, you heard the lovely lady. I’m more attractive.” George grinned, kissing the top of your head. “It’s because you left the womb too soon, underdeveloped you see. Those few extra minutes really did wonders on my complexion.”
You laughed and watched on as the two boys bickered the rest of the journey to the castle. Maybe they’d give it one more shot before they realised how obvious it was to you..
A few weeks had passed at Hogwarts, the regular schedule almost making you forget about the boys’ little scheme to make you confuse the pair despite your assurance it would never happen. As a (Your House) Prefect, it was your duty to take watch tonight to make sure there were no students out of bed after curfew. The last thing you expected on your walk tonight was a pair of arms dragging you into an empty storage cupboard with their hand on your mouth. It was pitch black and you went to scream but the hand muffled it.
“Shhhh darling, it’s me. You always say you want a bit more spontaneity in our relationship so here I am, being spontaneous.” Here it was, attempt three; that wasn’t George’s voice. Suddenly one of his hands were on your waist and the other on your cheek, his face came close and you felt his breath on your cheek. “So. You, me, this dark storage cupboard, the thought of getting caught.. sounds fun, don’t you think?”
You leaned up and moved to his ear, your lips ghosting his skin before you spoke. “Sounds very fun, but I have to admit I’d rather do it with my boyfriend.” Suddenly his hands came off your body completely and he opened the cupboard again for you both to step out.
“Good news Georgie, she’s definitely in love with you.” He called out and you watched as your boyfriend rounded the corner. “It’s pitch bloody black in there and she knew it was me.”
“Of course I’m in love with him, why wouldn’t I be?” You laughed a little and walked towards George.
“Well George over here was getting panicky that you didn’t know the difference between us and might pull your moves on this walking piece of sex without realising.” He referred to himself by dramatically pointing up and down his body. “Honestly I didn’t think you could do it, I’m impressed. Our own mum struggles.” He walked past and clapped George on the shoulder. “Well done brother, got yourself a special one. Now let’s get back before Y/N takes points away from Gryffindor.” He finished.
“I’ll catch up in a minute.” George answered, turning his attention towards you. “Sorry, I don’t know what Fred subjected you to in there.” He scratched the back of his neck clearly embarrassed over how far him and his brother had gone for this.
“It’s fine. You know you could have just spoken to me about it, I could quite happily sit there and tell you all the reasons I love you and could never confuse you with Fred.” You offered, smiling. He smiled back, relieved that you weren’t angry.
“An ego stroke never hurt every now and then.” He joked before turning back round to see his brother. “Anyway, better get back, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You leaned up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss before moving to whisper in his ear.
“I’m on duty tomorrow night too.. the cupboard definitely was your idea and I’m more than happy to oblige if you meet me here again. But just you this time.” You spoke. A grin broke out on his face and he laughed.
“Wow and you’re a respectable person in this school? A prefect telling me to break curfew for some fonduing? Outrageous behaviour...” He teased. “But you’re lucky I’m just as outrageous. You’re on.” And with that he pecked your lips and left.
You never knew how you ended up lucky enough to get George Weasley to be yours but you hoped to any God out there that it would never have to end.
Bonus Ending that doesn’t technically fit the time sequence but felt necessary....
“Oh and boys?!” You called out to them just before they disappeared into the corridor. They both turned on their heels to look at you. “Whilst, as I’ve said, I can point out so many differences between the two of you the pair of you have forgotten a big difference between you.” You began, watching as they looked at you in confusion. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, you won’t believe me when you EAR it.” You finished, walking back in the other direction laughing to yourself.
“George you bloody idiot you only have one bloody ear.”
“I’m the idiot? You look at me more than I look at me.”
“How do you forget losing a sodding ear?!”
“The trauma Freddie. I blocked it away.”
“You’re gonna have some more trauma to block away when I finish with you.” And with that their childish fighting continued until McGonagall heard the commotion and sent them back to their dorms.
(Let me know if you want a part two in the cupboard 😉)
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heliads · 3 years
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Guns Blazing, Tides Rising (Part Four)
When Kaz Brekker announces that they’ll be working with a certain Tidemaker to help with the latest heist, Jesper knows it’s not going to end well. He and Y/N L/N have a fierce rivalry, although feelings may change over a night.
part three / series masterlist / part five
consider: secret dating but fake dating at the exact same time (ily @underc0vercryptid​ ty for the suggestion :))
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Jesper’s feet flash underneath him. He’s running, faster than he has in a while. His breath comes sharp in his lungs, a silent promise to himself that he won’t be caught, not today. The flagstones are far beneath him as he runs along the roofline, but he manages to keep his distance. Maybe Jesper has more in common with the Wraith than he’d first thought.
Jesper turns his attention back to the roof he’s currently heading down, and feels a slight twinge of panic start to rise within him. He’s running out of shingled space, and the gap between houses is approaching faster than he’d like. Jesper’s eyes narrow, his hands tap once and twice at his pearl-handled revolvers, and then he makes the jump.
He hits the next house with a significant impact, one that knocks the air for his lungs for a second before he manages to swallow the jolt and keep moving. Jesper knows this part of town, knows the way the houses curve and turn as they twist down the narrow sidestreets. If he darts across this opening, down this corner of the roof, then there’s a fire escape off the back, one that empties into a nearby alleyway.
A stolen pocket watch dangles at Jesper’s side; he checks it with a furrow of his brow. He’s running on borrowed time, a moment or so too slow. He sets his jaw with a determined tilt, running even faster until he’s sure he’s going to slip and fall. Then again, he just might manage to pull this off. Jesper has had plenty of practice over the last week.
A few more seconds of running, and then Jesper is jumping again. He hangs for a moment in the air, arms rising involuntarily as he falls. Then his heels hit the fire escape with a thunk and he’s down, twisting himself over the rails to quicken his journey to the ground. He’s clear of the fire escape now, and loses himself into the mess of alleys that crowd the streets of Ketterdam, sprawling out in an untidy heap like the last remnants of a spiderweb on an abandoned window.
He crosses over one street, two, then ducks under a faded and scrappy awning to find himself in an opening in the alleyways, a back end that nobody checks except the Dregs. He’s back on safe ground, both literally and figuratively. Jesper lets out a sigh of relief, checking the liberated pocket watch once more. Right on time. Even Kaz Brekker would be impressed.
There’s a derisive snort from behind him, and Jesper’s head shoots up in a flash.
“You know, I don’t think you have to go this hard for a practice run.” Jesper straightens up, sauntering over to Y/N with a grin fit to kill. “And why is that, Tidemaker? Maybe I’m just having fun.” Y/N raises an eyebrow at this casual confidence. “Do you always get this sure of yourself after every run? Maybe it’s not so bad after all.”
Jesper leans down, stealing a kiss and swooping away before Y/N has time to think on it. “Maybe not? I’m excellent, and I’m making sure I’m excellent for this heist. We’ll have to be careful, you know. And when am I not careful?” Y/N raises an eyebrow, although her smile deceives her challenging expression. “When we nearly got caught against the wall of the Crow Club two weeks ago? When you had your hands on my dress and-”
Jesper kisses her, both because he can and because the flush in Y/N’s cheeks renders her unable to finish the sentence. “What was that, love? Talking about my excellence? Anyways, we might not be as careful as we could be, but that just makes it fun.” Y/N hums quietly, the sound deep in her throat. “Maybe. Does the fun not extend to spontaneity in heists?” Jesper groans, reaching into his coat to flip his revolver back and forth out of habit from the mention of the heist. “Try telling Kaz Brekker that you’re not following his plans. It’s not exactly a pleasant experience.”
Jesper’s fingers tighten over his revolver as he remembers the meeting of a week ago. Kaz had called him to his office yet again, and Jesper’s pulse had raced at the sight of the maps and documents littering his desk. Another heist, another escapade, another chance for bullets to fly and for Jesper to finally have a bit of fun. 
Kaz had folded his hands over his crow’s head cane. “We’re breaking into a mercher’s house.” Jesper had raised an eyebrow. “Joeri ter Steege again? Saints, this guy doesn’t know when to give up.” Kaz chuckled. “No, not Joeri. This will make ter Steege seem like a pleasant memory. We’re taking on Pekka Rollins.”
Jesper had known even from that first mention of the gang boss that this heist wasn’t going to be easy. Whenever Pekka Rollins’ name came up, Kaz got a look in his eyes, a dangerous look that only came out when bones would be broken and screams would rend the night. Brekker was gone, replaced by Dirtyhands, the boy who would do anything to get what he wanted. Blood would be shed in the Barrel, likely sooner than expected.
Kaz had cleared this throat, the sound like rough stones grinding underneath a carriage wheel. “Rollins has a mercher in his pocket. His name is Arnout Hul, and he’s got ties to banking as well as trade. He’s the perfect puppet for Pekka’s strings. Right now, Pekka wants him because Arnout has a list of names, a list that just might correspond to the Council of Tides.” Jesper let out a low whistle. “I thought the Council of Tides never revealed their identities?”
Kaz gave a tense shrug. “That’s what we thought. Could be nonsense, could be a lead. I need you to find out. Arnout Hul is hosting a party in about a week and a half. You and L/N will enter as guests, Inej and I will circle around back. You two will be getting the names, we’ll be on another tangent.” Jesper had nodded, accepting the map of Hul’s house without another word. He’s run with the Dregs long enough to understand something: if Kaz Brekker doesn’t tell you the details of a mission, it’s for the best. He won’t tell you no matter how much you question him, so why waste the breath to ask?
Normally, Jesper would have no problem going with Y/N to the party. It’s an excuse to act like lovesick fools and drink plenty of expensive liquor, what could be wrong with that? It’s the second part of the playacting that bothers him: namely, the escape. It’ll be easy enough to slip away from the party and into Arnout Hul’s office, but the chances of them returning will be significantly lower. Most likely, they’ll have to make a quick exit from there, especially with whatever Kaz and Inej are doing added to the mix.
That’s why Jesper’s been running the rooflines, making sure he’s ready to escape when necessary. The rooftops in this corner of the Barrel are similar in layout to those near Hul’s mansion, give or take a few feet. Y/N had raised an eyebrow at this when she first heard of his practice runs. “If it’s off, with some jumps bigger or smaller, won’t you get confused when we actually have our lives on the line?” Jesper had dismissed her questions with a trademark wink. “Some are a little off, but if you average them they’ll all be the same. Yes, that is how it works. I’ve done something like this before. Somewhat.”
The Y/N in front of him has now become accustomed to Jesper’s plans, and just watches with a grin as he taps the stolen pocket watch. “How was your timing this go around?” Jesper flashes her a grin. “Right on the dot. It was spotless.” Y/N steps closer, letting her fingers linger on his hand, the lapel of his coat. “I’m fairly sure I saw you stumble on one of the jumps.” Jesper takes her hand, stopping its climb and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. “You were watching me? I’m touched.”
Y/N snorts. “I was watching for weaknesses. It’s not like that.” Jesper cocks an eyebrow. “I’m sure it wasn’t. Was that why you were waiting for me like a blushing schoolgirl?” When Y/N opens her mouth to protest, Jesper closes it with a kiss. Saints, he likes riling her up. Makes it that much more fun to kiss her senseless.
Jesper stares up at the mercher’s mansion. He’s broken into plenty of these woefully wealthy houses over his time with the Dregs, stolen and blackmailed and worked hard to bring down even more. It feels strange to now be walking into one as an esteemed guest, one with a pretty girl on his arm. The girl in question turns to him now, a smile flickering over her lips at the sight of his reluctance to enter the building.
“We do have to go in at some point, right?” Jesper forces a smile. “Of course we do. Just, uh, admiring the view.” Her gaze softens, and she leans over to press a kiss to his cheek. “It’s going to be fine. We’re going to be fine. Now, come on- I intend to be shown off to all the attendees.” Jesper can’t help but laugh at that. For some reason, this small joke is enough to convince him to escort Y/N up the wide colonnade and into the main foyer of the mansion. It’s been decorated extravagantly, if lacking a little in taste, and the entire spectacle could take your breath away.
Jesper and Y/N mingle throughout the crowd, doing their best to seem like normal, law-abiding citizens of Kerch. Jesper leans close to Y/N, whispering something in her ear like a flirty compliment. “I think I pickpocketed that guy a month ago.” Y/N laughs, the sound effortless. More than a couple unpartnered mercher’s sons look over at her in unabashed longing. She whispers in turn to him, careful not to let anyone overhear. “I drowned that one’s office. Hundreds of documents, gone. He’s cripplingly in debt now because all of his stocks are waterlogged and useless.”
Jesper has to try his utmost to stop from laughing. “You know, I think you’re the only girl I’ve ever met who can keep one-upping me on crimes.” Y/N tosses a glance his way, easy and full of secrets he could only hope to keep. “That’s why you love me, isn’t it?” Jesper feels like his heart has been shot through with bullets. It is, more than she could ever know. He could love her every second of every day, and it would never be enough. He loves her more than anything he’s known before.
However, they’re on a mission, so he can’t exactly burst forth with poetic confessions. Instead, he keeps his tone light. “Of course it is. I wouldn’t love just anyone, would I?” He can only hope that this brief statement will be enough. Looking at Y/N, though, at the light shining behind her eyes, he has a feeling that she knows what he means. She understands him, and knows exactly what he isn’t saying and what he wishes he could. Jesper doesn’t think he’s ever had anyone else like this, someone who can send him a single glance and say a thousand words in the time it takes for their eyes to meet. 
An orchestra begins to play, and the couples start to migrate towards the center of the room. Jesper extends a hand to Y/N, who takes it. He spins her once before assuming the proper form, footsteps in tandem as they move throughout the dance. Y/N raises an eyebrow at him. “Since when have you known how to waltz like a mercher?” Jesper smiles like a renegade. “Since I knew I would be dancing with you.”
Y/N leans forward, lips ghosting over his. She doesn’t kiss him, though, just whispers something in the heated stillness. “I can see the door to his office. It’s down the hall to our left.” Jesper groans. “You’re sure we can’t stay a little longer?” His hands slide down to her hips, nestling there in the fabric. She grins, although he can tell from the slight intake of her breath that it’s not an easy choice. “Afraid so, Fahey. We’ve got a deadline to meet.”
Right now, Jesper is willing to curse all the Saints and Kaz Brekker that he has to leave this dance and let Y/N out of his arms, but his girl isn’t wrong- they have to be in the office and out in a short matter of time. If they miss the cutoff time, Jesper has no idea what will happen. Kaz and Inej are somewhere in this building, and Jesper has no doubt that they’re doing something that has the potential to alert a lot of guards to their presence.
Most eyes are trained on the dancing couples in the ballroom, so it’s fairly easy for Jesper and Y/N to slip from the room, shoes clicking on the tiles of the empty halls. The noise and laughter of the gala disappears behind them the further they stray from the gathering. At last, they spot the office, which is guarded by a duo of tall, broad-shouldered thugs in uniform. Jesper waits until the music reaches a particularly loud pitch, then reaches out, knocking one of the guards unconscious in a swift motion. 
Y/N reaches her hand towards the other one, directing a stream of water to flow from a nearby flower pot into the man’s mouth and nose, drowning him instantly. She holds the water there for a second longer, watching with a cool certainty as the man struggles, then releases her hold as the man crumples to the ground. He’s still breathing, at least for now. Y/N looks back to Jesper, as if daring him to be alarmed, but if she’s looking for fear, she’ll find none with him. Jesper happens to have a thing for dangerous women. It’s gotten him in trouble before, but it just makes him fall even harder for Y/N.
They open the door with a key from a ring on a guard’s belt, moving as quietly as possible. Kaz believed that the list of names would be in a safe on one of the mercher’s shelves, which they locate quickly. Jesper hovers before it, doing his best to remember everything Kaz had told him and everything he’d taught himself about picking locks. He hesitates a second, then twists his hand, reaching his consciousness out into the metal and the workings of the safe. The lock clicks open, and Jesper smirks.
There’s a single envelope resting in the safe, marked with a bloodred seal that Jesper recognizes. Kaz had pointed it out to them earlier, saying that the list of names would be marked with it. Jesper snatches up the envelope, pocketing it in a recess of his coat . He nods at Y/N, who begins to prop up the guards at the door. Hopefully, they’ll just think they drank too much and nodded off. Jesper locks the safe and door behind them, and they slip back out into the hall.
They’ve barely turned the corner when Jesper realizes his mistake. They’ve spent too long in the office, and the guests have all filed away into another part of the mercher’s mansion. Jesper and Y/N seem conspicuously lost to the squadron of guards marching towards them. Jesper feels panic rising in his chest. The guards are around the corner at the far side of the hall, about to discover him and Y/N and wonder why they’re not with the rest of the partygoers.
Jesper fishes around for an excuse, but none rise to his lips. Frantically, he turns to Y/N, who has his same panic in her eyes. “What do we do?” She hisses, and Jesper gestures towards the wall. “We pretend we were distracted.” Y/N nods once, understanding. She pulls the neckline down from her dress, letting the fabric pool around her collarbone. Jesper pushes her against the wall, letting his hands creep to her hips and up her dress. This might be a ruse to convince the guards, but Jesper can’t exactly pretend that it’s hurting him to let his lips linger on her throat, the space behind her ear, her lips which open with a sigh.
There’s a coughing sound behind them, and Jesper lets himself straighten up in feigned embarrassment. The guards are looking definitively uncomfortable. “The rest of the party has, uh, moved to the receiving hall, if you’d like to join them.” Jesper flashes them a grin, helping Y/N to readjust her dress. “Of course, officer. Thanks for the tip.” He offers Y/N a hand, guiding her past the soldiers and into the halls once more.
He doesn’t dare speak until they’re far away from the soldiers, then turns to her with a sigh of relief. “Thank the Saints, I thought we were done for.” Y/N laughs at that, the sound a pretty call in the dark. Jesper almost wishes the guards would come back so he’d have an excuse to kiss her like that again. “Well, it wasn’t the worst of alibis.” Jesper smirks at her words. “I wouldn’t mind using it again.”
They’re almost out of the building when Jesper hears the alarms suddenly raised across the mansion. He curses under his breath. Y/N turns to him. “Kaz and Inej. They must have finished their side mission.” Jesper nods, considering the rows of doors before him. “Here. It’ll lead to a side exit.” They run through the halls, not bothering to conceal the loud echoes of their steps. They dart around carriages and into the neighbouring streets, through twisting alleys. Jesper feels a rush of gratitude for all the time he’d spent navigating the rooflines and escape opportunities. Finally, all his practice runs are paying off.
Jesper can hear the shouting of guards behind them, but he and Y/N are too far away for the uniformed men to do anything to them. Jesper takes one last turn, landing them solidly in Barrel territory, then lets himself slow to a stop. His breath is coming hard in his chest, but the adrenaline rush pounding through his veins is something else altogether. He’s feeling powerful, like he might do anything tonight. And, as he looks back at Y/N, who’s regarding him with the same devil-sharp grin, he might be willing to make a dangerous mistake.
Jesper is not sure when he decides to kiss her again, only that he doesn’t ever want to stop. He’s been forced to act polite all night with the merchers, but he can finally kiss her like a criminal, someone who doesn’t have to play by the rules. He can still feel his heart hammering in his chest, but he doesn’t intend to let it stop. They’ve escaped, haven’t they? Why not celebrate?
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When I’m Reborn - Two
Red Skull: Arrogance may not be a uniquely American trait, but I must say you do it better than anyone. But there are limits to what even you can do, Captain, or did Erskine tell you otherwise?
Summary | After Thanos is defeated, the man you’ve loved is stripped of his super soldier form and returned back to his pre-serum body. As he mourns the loss, Steve turns his ire on you as he copes and searches for a way to turn back to the man he was once was.
A/N: Dark! Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Female Reader.
18+ There will be non-con, Munchausen syndrome by proxy, violence and because it’s me, angst and a twist ending. In this second chapter, there are flashbacks to the life they used to live and a little insight into Steve’s new/old body and his health. Expect the next chapter to dive a little deeper into Steve’s psyche.
This is an idea based on this fantastic work of art, which I will continue to re-blog. This chapter is also inspired by Agnes Obel’s ‘Familiar’. As always, I love comments and re-blogs! Thank you for reading along if you are!
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Time seemed to stand still, your thumb sliding past the photos on your phone rapidly, the gap in the dates jarring at the sight of the last picture you had taken of the sunrise on the day you were snapped. You had ceased to exist until now, snapping a picture of yourself you took a mere five minutes before, freshly showered and dressed in clothes you couldn’t remember buying in your closet. Bucky had let you know that Steve, Pepper and Natasha had continued to make sure everything had continued on like normal, the bills still paid, and the home you shared cleaned weekly per Pepper’s instructions. Bucky let you know that Steve could not bring himself to sleep in the apartment once you were gone, choosing to spend his days at the compound.
The stew simmered on the stove while you waited for any indication that Bucky and Steve were returning. The TV was on, coverage from the aftermath on every channel, broadcasting the devastation that occurred and the fall out of those who had died that had seemingly come back to life. A government nightmare that was still trying to be sorted through. Even with the captions underneath, you couldn’t focus, your eyes on your phone as you looked through pictures you’d saved of Steve. The ones you couldn’t bring yourself to delete that you'd favorited for easier access.
You’d been drawn to his strength, the way he effortlessly moved, fluid and powerful with every step. You liked the way his muscles rippled when he would reach for an item on the shelf that you knew he placed there, just out of your own grasp before you would ask for help. Sometimes that strength made you afraid, the way his shoulders would tense when you asked for more time together when his job took him away. The world had been in constant need of saving and Steve had made it clear that protecting the world was his priority. It was what he was meant to do, he'd remind you ever so often.
There were never arguments between you. Only questions that Steve would answer, his explanations leaving little margins left for discussion. It wasn’t that he was hard to please but more so that he was set in his ways, used to being in charge and he knew little of what it meant to be in a partnership, in a marriage. He knew how to take care of you and for a while, that had been enough. Your needs had been met, birthdays, anniversaries, and special occasions were never missed. Spontaneity was missing. You knew that now, in the way you glanced around the spacious penthouse you shared. Everything was classic, nothing too out of the ordinary. Steve was never ready for anything new.
At the sound of the key in the door, your head turned slowly toward the sound, blinking slowly to see Steve open the door. You resisted the urge to stand up and rush toward him, Bucky following behind while Steve’s eyes swept over the living room, his head barely lifting to gaze at the bare walls. His mouth was formed into a frown, his thin face washed out from the lights above. His clothes were new, a black sweater over a pair of gray slacks and boots that fit his new and yet old, frame. You could still make out his frail form as he cleared his throat, mumbling to Bucky who gave a short nod and punched the buttons on the thermostat. Within seconds, the heat began to seep through the vents, and you swallowed hard at the embarrassment that rose up in your chest. You should have known that he would have been cold. His body was much smaller now, no longer the furnace that kept you warm at night.
Bucky went back to the door, holding bags from various stores that he brought in as Steve stood, eyes transfixed on the TV as if he hadn’t noticed you sitting there.  
“Steve,” Bucky started to say, Steve’s eyes finally settling on you. “She’s been waiting for you.”
You inched toward the edge of your seat on the couch, tears forming in your eyes as he looked away in embarrassment.
“You made dinner,” Steve said quietly, with a small inhale of his nose. “Smells good.”
“I-I did,” you responded, getting up slowly. “Would you like some? It’s beef stew. Might warm you up from the cold.”
“Like in the old days,” Steve clipped with a shake of his head. “Nothing’s changed.”
You looked at Bucky questioningly, your hands pressed against your thighs. You wanted to hug him, to tell him everything was going to be okay.
“I missed you, Steve,” you countered quietly, slowly moving from the couch to stand.
For a moment, you saw life in his eyes again, the upturn of his lips briefly but enough for you to know that he responded in a way that was wholly his own, in this other body. Reserved but with a hint of compassion.
 “I missed you too. I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again,” Steve started to speak, his jaw clenching, his emotions closing up his throat. “You aren’t supposed to see me like this.”
“I don’t care,” you urged, unsure if you could take a step closer as Bucky made his way down the hallway, disappearing from view. “You’re still Steve.”
“No,” Steve snapped, his hands on his thin hips as he looked around the room. “Not who I used to be. I was supposed to be the man that you saw before… before Thanos did what he did. I helped save the world and look at what it cost me.”
His shuddered breath of defeat hurt your heart.
“You’re still here,” you reminded him gently. “I know it doesn’t seem fair. It isn’t fair. But you saved us. All of us.”
“Nat’s gone. Tony too. Should have been me.” His voice held no emotion, his eyes still scanning the walls.
“I’m happy you’re still here,” you offered earnestly. “I’ll go set the table. Maybe Bucky will want to stay for dinner.”
“Bucky would love to,” Bucky answered you, the crinkle of the bags under his arms getting your attention as he rounded the corner.
You busied yourself in the kitchen, doling out the stew in three bowls with bottles of beer for Steve and Bucky and a glass of water for yourself. Pepper had stocked your fridge, leaving you a little note of encouragement. You vowed to pay her back, knowing she was probably just as lonely as you were. You felt guilty, placing the pitcher of water back into the fridge. Steve came home. Tony didn’t.
Hushed voices in the living room seemed to quiet at your presence, Steve looking back at the television while Bucky got to his feet.
“Dinner’s on the table,” you announced, chewing on your lip slightly while Bucky nudged Steve with his leg.
“Come on, punk. Gotta eat,” Bucky urged.
“Or else what? I’ll be skin and bones?” Steve asked sarcastically.
You sucked in a breath, turning around at the sight of Bucky’s irritated expression, his gray-blue eyes focused on Steve.
“Steve,” Bucky warned behind you. “Let’s just go eat, okay?”
You sat at the table as they both approached, one on either side of you as Bucky dug in and Steve picked up his spoon. You ate slowly in silence, the sound of the spoons barely tapping the bowls until Bucky cleared his throat.
“Thanks for this,” he spoke up with a meaningful look at Steve. “I actually haven’t had a home cooked meal since we came back. You really take for granted what you have until it’s gone.”
“Yeah,” Steve spoke up with a slight movement of his head. “This is nice. You didn’t have to do this.
“It’s okay. I wanted to do it,” you reminded them, grateful to have both of them at the table. “I forgot that I liked to cook. To have someone to cook for.”
Bucky gave you a reassuring smile as you ate slowly, wondering how the rest of the night would play out. Would he share the same bed with you or keep you at a distance? When the bowls were emptied, you got to your feet and collected them, heading to the sink to wash the dishes, turning the faucet on. The sound of chairs rumbling against the floor behind you caught your attention, the sound of shuffling feet and hushed voices leaving you behind. The water splashed over your fingers, cold but slowly moving to room temperature as your mind wandered.
Eight years of marriage, you thought to yourself, the water still spilling over your hands as you gripped a bowl in your hand. Five years in between the last that you had missed. On your third anniversary, Steve gifted you with a freshwater pearl necklace and you wondered if it was still sitting in your jewelry box. He’d surprised you with it during dinner, fastening it himself as he kissed your cheek. Those were happier times. The way he covered you with his jacket when the cold breeze made your teeth shatter and how he wrapped it around you and kept you close. You still remembered how it felt under your fingertips, your wet fingers pressing against the bowl.
“I’m going to bed,” a voice said behind you.
The sound made you jump, the bowl shattering in the sink, the steam from the scalding hot water curling in front of you. Steve reached over quickly, shutting off the faucet as Bucky rounded the corner to see you both standing at the sink.
Your palms were bright red at the high temperature, throbbing while you reached for the broken pieces of the bowl in the sink. Steve’s hand blocked yours from reaching for a sliver. You focused on how small it was now, the way the sink came to the middle of his chest instead of at his waist.
“Everything okay?” Bucky asked, your head turning toward him with tears in your eyes.
“I broke a bowl,” you informed him, looking back at Steve and the shattered pieces in the sink forlornly. “I can clean it up.”
“Just get her out of here,” Steve demanded. “I can move around my own place, you know. I know how to clean up a mess.”
“Steve,” you whispered, your hands still burning with pain.
“I said I got it,” he snapped, slightly dipping up on his toes to collect the pieces of the broken bowl. “I wasn’t helpless before and I’m not now.”
With heavy steps you moved away from the kitchen, Bucky sliding his arm around your shoulder as he inspected your hands.
“Let’s get something for those burns,” he suggested, walking behind you while you went inside the bathroom and pulled out numbing cream, something you’d bought when Steve would come home from missions, still sore as his body was regenerating. You could still hear Steve's relieved sighs, the way his body relaxed at your touch.
Bucky watched you from the doorway, the cream soothing you almost instantly as you struggled to put the cover back on the jar.
 “I got it,” Bucky offered, screwing the lid back before placing it back inside the cabinet. “It’s going to be a rough few days but it'll be okay. He just needs to get adjusted.”
You nodded, fresh tears pooling in your eyes.
“Did you see his chain?” Bucky asked, switching off the light while you reached the bed, looking at the empty space next to you.
When you shook your head, Bucky looked outside the door to make sure Steve was not there, the water still running before Bucky inhaled lightly.
“His wedding band doesn’t fit anymore, obviously. But he put it on the chain on his dog tags to keep it close to him. He won’t tell you that, not now but it’s there. Thought you’d want to know. I saw it while we were trying to get him clothes earlier.”
Your lower lip trembled violently, your fingers gripping the comforter.
“Can you stay tonight? The guest bedroom is clean,” you promised, your voice wavering with the incoming cry that you were trying to suppress.
“I’ll double check with Steve but if that helps then yeah, I don’t mind. Just lay down. It’s been a long day for both of you.”
Once the door closed in, you could hear their voices, the faucet shutting off as you remembered what it was like to have the body next to you in the bed. You turned on your side, reminiscing about the outline of how he would sleep, arm outstretched to have you snuggle closer. An anchor even in the sleepy hours of the night, keeping you afloat when your thoughts got away from you.
Sleep seeped into your eyelids before you heard a door close down the hall. There was a low cough and your eyes fluttered open. It was a sound you’d never heard before from Steve, deep in his chest as he moved through the darkened room, his eyes squinting as he walked slowly. He pulled off his sweater, heading into the closet while the soft rustle of clothes kept you still until he reemerged in a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that still seemed to hang off of him, despite the smaller size.
“Are you going to stay here tonight?” you asked him, his steps paused at the sound of your voice.
He cleared his throat before he looked over his shoulder.
“Yeah. Gotta take my medication first.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the cabinet opening and the rattle of pills was overheard. The small puff of the inhaler made you push your face deeper into the pillow. All sounds you’d have to get used to hearing. The new normal.
Once he reached the bed, he sunk himself down and laid out on his back, much like he did when he was bigger, though there was no arm outstretched to bring you toward him, his eyes looking up at the ceiling. He was safe now, back home and under the same roof. You couldn’t help yourself with your question, still keeping your distance in case he denied you.
“Steve? Can… can I hug you?
Braced for rejection, your arms stayed at your sides, body ceasing any motion until Steve turned toward you. His arms outstretched slowly and you took the invitation, drawing close to his thin chest. His heart fluttered and you remembered his palpitations, squeezing your eyes shut as a tear ran down your cheek. Though he didn’t embrace you like he’d done before, you were grateful for this small allowance. You pulled the blankets around you both, focusing on his breathing before you said your final words before you went to sleep.
“I’m so glad you’re home.”
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Max Goodwin and Randall Pearson: The Well-Meaning, Incredibly Self-Centered Leading Men We’ve Grown to Love.
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Hey fam! Like I said, I’ve been writing a ton of meta lately and this is another one that’s just been sitting in my drafts. It’s basically a This Is Us and a New Amsterdam meta which is something I haven’t done before but something I want do more of. In my Game of Thrones days I used to write a lot of meta about shows and characters that had similarities so this is fun for me. I hope y’all enjoy this. ALSO THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR BOTH SHOWS!!!!!!!
Without a doubt the two most popular shows on NBC is This is Us and New Amsterdam. And what’s not to love? They’re both emotionally driven, heartfelt, shows that focus on incredibly deep and complex topics. Though one show focuses on family dynamics and the other focuses on the healthcare system, these shows are very similar in more ways than one. Case in point, Max Goodwin and Randall Pearson. The more I watch these two shows, the more I realize how these two characters are so alike!!! These two men are kind-hearted, well intentioned, individuals who genuinely want to make some sort of positive difference. They are incredibly ambitious and always have “bright ideas” and “goals” they want to accomplish and somehow they’re able to meet those goals without ever having to sacrifice their wants and needs. By every definition these men are the “main characters” or the ultimate “protagonists.” These are the folks that we are supposed to root for. At the same time, though these men have many traits to be admired, when you truly look at it both of them can be incredibly self centered and selfish especially when it pertains to their romantic partners and love interests. No matter how appealing you make these characters out to be these men clearly fall under the Behind Every Great Man trope.
The Behind Every Great Man trope has been used countless of times throughout Cinema and TV History that I’m sure that I don’t even have to explain it to you but for the sake of this meta this is how it’s defined.
“Behind Every Great Man...stands an even greater woman! Or in about a hundred variations is a Stock Phrase referring to how people rarely achieve greatness without support structures that go generally unappreciated, and said support structure is a traditionally female role via being the wife, mother, or sometimes another relation. This trope is specifically about a man who is credited with something important, but owes much of his success to the woman in his life.”
This trope usually has a negative connotation (and rightfully so) because the man who often benefits from this is an asshole and unworthy of this type of support!
For example:
Oliva and Fitz
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Cristina Yang and Burke
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Cookie and Lucious
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Ghost and Tasha
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There are countless others but these are a few of the couples that come to mind for me. Randall and Max aren’t comparable to any of these men that are listed above but they are still operating under the same trope. It just looks nicer because Max and Randall are inherently good and inspirational. They are the heroes of the story. I would even argue and say that both men fall under the Chronic Hero Syndrome trope which is defined as
“Chronic Hero Syndrome is an "affliction" of cleaner heroes where for them, every wrong within earshot must be righted, and everyone in need must be helped, preferably by Our Hero themself. While certainly admirable, this may have a few negative side-effects on the hero and those around them. Such heroes could wear themselves out in their attempts to help everyone or become distraught and blame themselves for the one time that they're unable to save the day. Spending so much time and effort saving everyone else can also put a strain on the hero's personal or dating life.”
Just because Max and Randall have these incredibly inspiring aspirations, is it fair that their wives and love interests are always expected to rise to the occasion and support them. Is it ok for their partners to continuously sacrifice their wants and needs because they love these men? 
Let’s dive into it. 
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Truth be told, Beth Pearson, Helen Sharpe and Georgia Goodwin had to endure a GREAT DEAL to emotionally support the dreams and aspirations of these men while sacrificing so much of themselves in the process. In media we often see women sacrificing so much of their wants and needs out of love for these male leads and rarely do men do the same thing for their romantic partners and love interests. All three of these women clearly fall under the Act of True Love trope defined as
“The Act of True Love proves beyond doubt that you are ready to put your loved one's interests before your own, that you are truly loyal and devoted to them. Usually this involves a sacrifice on your part, at the very least a considerable effort and/or a great risk. The action must be motivated, not by morals or principle or expectation of future reward, but by sheer personal affection.When your beloved is in dire need of your help, or in great danger, and you do something, at great expense to yourself, for the sake of their safety, their welfare, or their happiness, thus proving beyond any doubt that you put their interest ahead of yours.”
Over the past few seasons we have seen all three of these women truly live up to this trope without any true consequences or accountability from the men they’re making all these sacrifices for. For example, in Beth and Randall’s marriage, how many times did Randall spring an idea on Beth without truly talking to her or considering her wants first? Everyone thinks these two are an ideal couple but she has endured A LOT for Randall.
Randall has spontaneously quit his job, moved his dying biological dad into their home, bought his biological dad’s old apartment building, fostered and adopted a child and also ran for city councilman outside of his district. In all of these decisions, Randall “consulted” Beth about it but at the same time didn’t really consult her. In a way there has always been this expectation of Beth to just go along for the ride with what Randall wants. Is anyone else exhausted from reading that list?! That’s a lot for partner to endure and lovingly support. But Beth has endured and has been Randall’s rock through it all!!! What worries me is that the one time Beth spoke out about her wants and needs of pursuing dance again, he couldn’t match the same energy she was giving him and eventually it led to world war three between them. Though things are looking up in their relationship  and he’s starting to support her more, has Randall nearly given to Beth as much as she’s given to him? Absolutely not!
Similar to Randall, Max also had a wife who was a dancer. in fact, she was a prima ballerina. Unlike Randall and Beth, Max relationship with Georgia was rocky from the start. When we were first introduced to them Max and Georgia were separated and rightfully so. Georgia was never Max’s first priority. The hospital always came first in their relationship. He couldn’t even dedicate a full night to her for their proposal. In order to “save” their marriage they decide to have a baby and they both committed to taking a step back in their careers in order to do so. The problem was Max didn’t keep his side of their commitment and took a job to become the medical director at the biggest public hospital in the U.S. She gave up her career to start a family and he totally and completely betrayed her trust. So throughout season one we see them trying to rebuild their marriage but even in the midst of trying to rebuild a marriage based on trust and mutual respect Max still keeps things from Georgia. For several episodes he didn’t tell her that he had advance stages of throat cancer. He only told her when Georgia asked him to move back home. That’s fucked up! Then throughout their pregnancy he was never fully there for Georgia because he was either to preoccupied with the hospital or himself. At the end of it all, Georgia died tragically at the beginning of season two and really had nothing to show for it in her relationship with Max other than her daughter Luna.
Now let’s bring Helen Sharpe into the fold. While all of this stuff was going on with Max and his wife in season one, Max was developing a deep friendship, borderline emotional affair with Helen. Their relationship started out with Helen being his oncologist. As the new Medical Director of New Amsterdam, he swore Helen to secrecy about his diagnosis so that he could still run the hospital. Through that secrecy they eventually formed a deep bond but as his cancer got worse his secret was let out of the bag. He realistically needed someone to step up and run the hospital when he was going through chemo and though Helen already had commitments she stepped up and became his deputy medical director. Somewhere along the lines Max and Helen started developing feelings for each other. As Helen becomes aware of those feelings, she made a choice and decides to remove herself as Max’s doctor. He BITCHES about it but eventually accepts the boundary she’s clearly trying to set. Mind you, as this is unfolding, like Max, Helen is also in a new relationship with her boyfriend Panthaki. As Max’s cancer seems to be getting worse with his new doctor, she goes back on her boundary and decides to be his doctor again. This pisses her boyfriend off because he could already peep the vibe between them and he breaks up with her. When we get into season two, Max’s wife died and Helen set him up in a clinical trail (with a doctor she previously fired) that’s helping his cancer.  Unbeknownst to Max, this doctor ends up holding his life saving treatment plan over Helen’s head and in order for his treatment to continue she gives this doctor half of her department!
Helen has sacrificed a lot for Max and now in season three she’s finally prioritizing her current wants and needs first! Like Randall, Max is starting to turn a page and is starting to support Helen and truly listen to the wants and needs that she has. All of this is good but my question is did any of these women have to sacrifice so much for the men in their lives to get a clue?
Why is it that this is a trope we see in media time and time and time again? Even if these men are good, why don’t we still keep these male characters accountable when they put their significant others in these situations that are clearly not fair? I’ve watched countless tv shows and I’ve seen a lot of tv couples but I think I have only come across one couple where the male counterpart has selflessly loved his significant other and has always put her needs above his own. 
That character my friend is none other than PACEY WITTER
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I might be mistaken but I think Joey and Pacey are the most popular ship in tv history and honestly, rightfully so! This is only example I can think of where the male in the relationship so willingly puts the wants and needs of his partner first. It is a completely selfless and sacrificial love. He never wants to hold her back and he never asks her to compromise her wants or needs for him. That’s why I think so many women love Pacey because in a sea of TV relationships, Pacey Witter is a fucking unicorn.
So to wrap this up does this mean that I hate Randall Pearson or Max Goodwin? No! I adore them. I love both of their characters so much. I just think that when we see the media continuously play out the sacrificial wife/love interest for the sake of their male counterparts, it should be called out. I’m all about sacrificial and selfless love but it should come from both sides.❤️❤️❤️
Anyway I hope y’all enjoy this! As always my DMs are opening here or on Twitter @oyindaodewale
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One shot | Bucky | Fluffy: 1 , 9 | Angst: 5 , 6 | w/ a happy ending
I kinda wanted to make it a challenge, and I thought these prompts were the most interesting! If you do choose to do it, I hope you have fun! Have a great day ❤️
Pizza With a Side of Confessions
Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: N/A, bit fluff, bit angst
Word Count: 1.8k
A/N: thank you so so much for requesting! this also include in the second ask you sent i did see it and make note of it! you certainly did give me a challenge here this one took some real mapping out to complete but i think i got it i hope i checked off all the boxes :)
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You had sworn the knock on your door was going to be from your date. The sleazy, creepy date you had just rejected on the stoop of your apartment building.
He had ended up being the complete opposite of what he appeared to be online. Through text messages, he seemed caring and kind. Interested in you. But then when you two met… He hands kept groping. Wandering. Caressing. You had begged him to stop in the restaurant which he eventually did after he walked you home, something you only agreed to to keep the peace, he began working on you again and you had to put your foot down, forbidding the night from going further.
He didn’t look too happy about your attitude which made you assume when that knock landed on your door, it was him and he was coming back for revenge. You had grabbed the first knife you could find and quickly pulled the door open, ready to hopelessly defend yourself…
But as you blinked back the tears cascading down your face, welling in your eyes, you saw a familiar pair of blue eyes along with a familiar frown.
"Bucky?" You sniffled, still pointing the knife at your best friend’s chest.
"Hey, doll," Bucky said, cautiously. He was standing as still as he could while also balancing a pizza box in his arms. "Do you… Do you maybe want to drop the knife, like, right now?"
You shook yourself out of your daze, quickly pulling the knife away from him. He visibly relaxed but his expression was cold, serious, as it took in your upset form. You brought the back of your hand to your face trying to get rid of the tears but they just wouldn’t stop.
"I-I’m sorry," you mumbled as you stepped away from the doorway, letting Bucky into the apartment. He immediately abandoned the pizza on your kitchen counter and turned to you, brows furrowing in waves of worry.
"What happened?" He asked — well, more like growled. If a man could growl. He truly sounded beyond angry which made you jump a bit. Bucky must’ve noticed because he immediately took a step back and tried recomposing himself. "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you it’s just — seeing you cry — I need to know, whose ass am I kicking now."
You let out a light laugh at that, seeing his such protective side. You and Bucky had formed quite an interesting friendship over time. When you two first met, he loved bickering with you, teasing you here and there about anything and everything. You’d be the bud of the joke with him and while you tried not to let it bother you, admittedly, it had very quickly gotten quite annoying. Eventually, he seemed to just abandon the act and while you were cautious, you welcomed the newfound friendship — Lord knows those were hard to come across in adulthood.
Bucky has been an amazing friend to you ever since. Maybe even a little too amazing because over time you couldn’t deny some feelings had begun to form. But in your eyes, there could be no way such a handsome, funny man was going to be as interested in you. You tried to suppress it and instead just taught yourself to enjoy his little acts of kindness.
"I-I went on another date tonight," you sighed, setting the knife back in its holder. You leaned against the counter, opposite of Bucky. His arms were folded, waiting. "I and this guy had been texting for a while and… and I really thought he was great, I truly did, but then when we met he just made me so uncomfortable. All touchy, feely… Just making my skin crawl, even now." You sighed, dropping your gaze to the kitchen floor. "I told him I wasn’t interested after he walked me home and he didn’t seem very happy about it so… When you knocked, I thought it was him trying to get into my apartment."
You felt like such a fool explaining the situation. Despite this being Bucky and knowing, at some capacity, he wasn’t going to hold it over you, it was still embarrassing. You seemed to be constantly going on these dates trying to find a partner and time after time you came up disappointed. And Bucky would always be there to pick up the pieces.
When you looked back up at your friend, you found he was studying you closely. He was sure taking a while to respond but, then again, what more could he say? You felt he probably had grown exhausted trying to comfort you after these failed dates.
And it seemed your suspicions had been confirmed — but not in a way you could have ever seen coming.
Bucky cleared his throat as if he was preparing. You took a deep breath, ready for whatever blow he was about to serve. Would he yell at you? Would he give some speech on his disappointed he is? Beg you to delete the apps? Would he—
"Maybe you just shouldn’t be going on those dates anymore."
"Huh?" You frowned.
Bucky sighed. "You can’t keep putting yourself through this."
"But how else will I find someone to date? I’m not getting any younger here, Buck."
He turned away suddenly. You heard him let out a deep sigh. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears.
"You could maybe start by looking at the man in front of you."
Your jaw just about hit the floor. "B-Bucky—"
But there was no stopping him as he went in for the declaration. "Remember when we first met and I used to tease you relentlessly? At the time, did it ever cross your mind that maybe, just maybe, I didn’t hate you? That I wasn’t doing it out of spite? I was doing it because I was nervous. Here waltzes in this amazing, beautiful woman, and I-I didn’t know what to do. I was falling for you and I couldn’t stop it. Hell, I’m still falling for you. Every day, darling. Every goddamn day." He paused, shaking his head. "I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear tonight but I can’t sit here any longer watching you get taken advantage of by the men in this city. I’m sorry it’s coming out like this but I think you needed to hear it. I apologize for that but I won’t apologize for loving you."
You didn’t know what to do. All you could focus on was Bucky’s pleading eyes and the tears forming in your own. But they were coming on for a good reason this time. They weren’t wasted tears over an uncomfortable date. They were tears of relief.
"Do-Do you really mean all that?" You finally asked.
Bucky nodded. "Every word."
In a spontaneous move, you pushed yourself away from the counter and took determined strides towards Bucky. You threw your arms around his waist, burying your face in his shirt. It took Bucky a second to react but you eventually felt his arms snake around you.
"I love you, too, Buck," you mumbled into his chest. You felt his body shake as he chuckled.
"You sure, doll?"
You nodded. "I’ve loved you for a while, too. I just never thought you’d ever…"
"Stop," Bucky said. "Don’t say anymore. Whatever you thought, it’s not true. I have always loved you."
You pulled away from his chest, putting some distance between you two but keeping your arms locked around him. He was looking down at you with a great mixture of relief and adornment on his face. You couldn’t help but smile. You felt the same.
"I can’t believe this," you giggled. "So are we… Are we like…"
Bucky laughed. "I think we need a date first."
You gasped, happily. "A date?"
He nodded then untangled himself from you. You watched as Bucky walked over to the forgotten pizza. "How about pizza and a movie?"
You looked between Bucky and the pizza box. "Bucky, do you want to explain why you were at my door with a pizza?"
Realization flashed across Bucky’s face. "I-I didn’t come here expecting a date or anything, I swear. I stopped by because… well, I didn’t know you had your date and thought at the very least we could hang out. I even got your favorite."
You smiled, stalking over to the pizza. "Pepperoni and jalapeños?"
Bucky scoffed. "I did say I got your favorite, didn’t I?"
You let out a cheerful squeal as you hugged Bucky again, throwing your arms around his neck. He leaned into you and it all felt natural, like the stars in the sky had finally aligned.
You broke away and said, "You take the pizza and find a movie. I’ll grab some plates."
Bucky agreed and you two broke into your separate tasks, eventually coming back together to sit on your living room couch. At first, though, you two just kind of stood there, the smell of pizza wafting between you two. You weren’t just sitting on the couch to watch a movie — you were sitting down, on a date, to watch a movie.
But you were tired of being so hesitant and running into wrongs after wrongs. You were taking this opportunity. You sat on the couch and patted the spot right next to you. Once Bucky sat down, you got a bit bolder and threw his arm over you, allowing you to cuddle into him. He was a bit tense at first but soon eased up, welcoming you to invade his space.
Bucky had decided on some action movie but you didn’t particularly care about it. All you could focus on was the fact you were cuddling with Bucky while eating pizza. It was a date. A real date where the touching felt natural and you weren’t scared of saying the wrong thing. Had you really been so blind?"
The emotions and questions within you were building quickly. You needed a way to break it, to distract yourself. You landed on your sad, silly humor to save the day.
"Hey, Buck," you mumbled as the car on screen blew up or something. You didn’t know, you just shifted closer into Bucky — if that was even possible. His hold on you got tighter.
"Yeah, doll?"
"Remember when I pulled a knife on you? That’s crazy. Who would’ve guessed a little civilian like myself could hold a knife to the Winter Soldier and live to tell the tale." You were well aware that you were rambling now, the roller coaster of a night catching up to you, but Bucky didn’t seem to mind.
The laughter that escaped him was like music to your ears. His body shook beneath you as he comically laughed at your ridiculous comment.
“You drive me up the wall sometimes, darling," Bucky mumbled back once he had calmed down.
You giggled, "Better get used to it."
"Yeah," he sighed, "I guess I better."
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can you write a little something about Harry and reader finding out the gender of their baby after a long time of trying?
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Little Miracle
It had been two years. Two long and frustrating years. When Harry and Y/N first started talking about trying to get pregnant, it was exciting. They had been married for about three years at that point and Harry had finally started to slow down in his career a bit to focus a little more attention on his wife with the prospect of starting a family. But things hadn’t gone to plan. They didn’t expect to get pregnant on the first try. Maybe not even the second. But by month three, they started to get discouraged. Maybe their timing was off. Y/N’s period was irregular, after all, and their ideal of ‘letting it happen when it happens’ was starting to become easier said than done. So, Y/N started taking ovulation tests.
She took a text every single day for a week, and all of the tests came back negative. Not a big deal, there’s only three days of ovulation in a month. She continued to take them. The third week, nothing. Maybe her ovulation days were spread out further apart since her period was so irregular? By week five, Y/N began to worry, but she hadn’t lost hope, yet. She visited her OB/GYN who encouraged her to keep trying, try to stress less, and eat healthier. So she did. She started exercising, changing her diet, taking more vitamins, even starting couples yoga with Harry, doing everything within her power to live a better lifestyle. Nothing worked.
With every negative ovulation and pregnancy test they got, Y/N spirits dwindled. Harry began picking up more work, doing anything he could to distract himself from the ranges of emotions that were running through him. Of course, he wanted to have a baby with Y/N. She was the love of his life and to be able to bring a piece of both of them in this world would be the biggest blessing he could have imagined. But seeing the pain and heartache in Y/N’s eyes each day after another negative test felt like a stab in his chest.
He tried to do little things to take her mind off of it. Spontaneous dates, trips to the spa, exotic getaways, concerts, you name it. But when they got home at the end of the day, passing by the empty room they had always talked about one day making into a nursery, he saw the flicker of hope in her eyes die. It was even harder whenever tabloids speculated her pregnancy or friends and family asked when they would have a baby. They always played it off, simply saying ‘it’ll happen when it’s supposed to happen’, but the rage he felt whenever someone brought it up was something awful. It took everything in him not to lunge at the person joking about it. If only they knew, maybe they wouldn’t be so insensitive.
After a year and a half of trying, they decided to bite the bullet and meet with a fertility specialist to see what was going on. Harry had just finished a tour and they thought now was the perfect time to get serious again. Dozens of tests were done between bloodwork, urine screenings, semen samples, and finally an ultrasound. That’s when they were given the news. Y/N had a pretty severe case of PCOS. It was the cause of her irregular periods and the reason why it had been so difficult for her to conceive naturally.
The doctor had sat them down in a room to discuss what this meant. According to him, the chances of Y/N ever conceiving naturally, without medical intervention, were slim to none. And even though there were several medical and procedural routes they could go, the chances of a baby sticking, though not impossible, did not look to be in their favor. The look on Y/N’s face was enough to kill.
After the doctor laid out all of their options, he gave them some space to digest, and as soon as he left the room, Y/N collapsed into Harry’s arms. They had given up hope. What was the point in trying? Why go through all the pain and discomfort of medications and procedures for the high probability that it’d end in miscarriage? When they got home, they began discussing their options. There was always surrogacy and adoption. But the more they talked about it, the more frustrated Y/N got. She tossed all of her unused ovulation and pregnancy tests in a drawer under her bathroom sink and slammed it shut.
“Maybe we can get a second opinion about your PCOS,” Harry suggested, following her into their bedroom.
Y/N shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, and curling up on her bed, tired from all of the crying, “Maybe the universe is telling us we shouldn’t be parents. Maybe it’s just not time yet.”
Harry pouted, curling up with her, “Love, we’re going to have a baby. It may not have your eyes or my dimples, but we’ll have a family someday.”
Months had passed and Y/N continued to take her ovulation tests out of the habit of taking them every day for nearly two years, and every day they would still come up negative. It was Father’s Day, and after a long day celebrating with Y/N’s dad, the couple came home and got ready for bed. Y/N opened a drawer to her bathroom sink to get some floss and to take her daily ovulation test, setting it on the vanity counter before finishing her business, and as she washed her hands, she noticed the faintest extra line imaginable.
Laughing, she threw it in the trash, almost certain that it was either a false positive or a trick of the light. Still, with over four hundred negative ovulation tests under her belt, it was a bit strange. She didn’t mention anything to Harry, afraid he would think she was crazy. The number of times she had convinced herself she was pregnant because of a ‘feeling’ was starting to become ridiculous. But, what’s the harm in trying? Harry looked especially hot today with his hair extra floppy and the perfect amount of stubble on his chin. All it took was her dropping her dressing gown to get him in the mood.
But when the next day rolled around and her ovulation test was negative, she figured the previous night was just a dud. Typical. She had completely forgotten about it, her mind distracted by the fact that Harry had to leave for a few weeks to work on a new album, meeting with producers and mixers, songwriters, and masters in LA. Y/N stayed in their London home, spending time with his family and meeting up with friends.
The day Harry was supposed to return, she decided to get all dolled up for him. It had been a while since she had gone all out, and she wanted to surprise him. First thing’s first, she needed a shower. She stripped out of her clothes, tossing them in the hamper, and decided to use the bathroom real quick before she got in. The sink drawer was slightly ajar and she saw the outline of the unused pregnancy tests she never got the chance to take. She frowned, pulling it out of the drawer, all of the lost hopes and dreams fluttering away with this one pregnancy test. She should get rid of them. She sat on the toilet in thought for a moment before shrugging her shoulders. What’s one more test, for old time sake?
She held the test under her stream for a few seconds and shook it dry before tossing it to the ground, barely out of sight, knowing that the test would be negative like it always was. Besides, she had no symptoms of being pregnant. She felt fine. So, she finished her business and washed her hands. But just as she was about to get in the shower, she happened to look down and saw it. It was faint. Very faint. But it was there. Two blue lines.
Fully naked and one foot wet, she rushed over and grabbed it off the floor, pulling it to her face and holding it up to the light to make sure she wasn’t seeing things. But no matter how she turned it, she couldn’t unsee the two lines.
“Nope. It’s just a false positive,” she told herself before tossing it on the counter and getting in the shower.
But she could barely focus. Her mind kept wandering back to the test. Was it possible? She remembered the ovulation test she had taken on Father’s Day. Maybe she had ovulated. Maybe she was pregnant. No. Not possible. But….maybe?
It was a good thing she drank so much water that morning because when she got out of the shower, she had to pee again. This time, she made sure to get a cup to pee in, wanting to try multiple tests, just in case. She dipped three into the cup and set them on the counter, leaving to get dressed before returning. She took a deep breath, trying not to get her hopes up, before looking down. And her heart began to race. All three, barely visible, had two lines. Were they too faint? Did that mean she wasn’t pregnant?
So, to be sure, she took out the big guns. An electric pregnancy test. She needed to see the words. It wouldn’t be clear until she got a definitive answer. Pregnant or Not Pregnant. So she dipped it in and saw the little hourglass blink, and watched as the bar got closer and closer to completion. It took a moment to register, but when she saw it, an audible gasp escaped her as she clapped her hands over her mouth and stepped back.
Pregnant
“Oh my god!” she cried, tears rolling down her face in streams.
She picked it up, put it down, and picked it back up again to make sure she was reading it right. Pregnant.
Y/N had always imagined telling Harry in a cute, fun way. Putting a bun in the oven, or with a game of Pictionary. Maybe even a little onesie. But all of that went out the window. He was going to be home any minute and there was no way she could keep this to herself long enough to figure out how to tell them. It was something they had been waiting on for two years. She wouldn’t wait another second.
She gathered all of the tests she had taken, capped them so nothing could be exposed to the pee, and took them down to the dining room table, scattering them around and staring at them. Her leg shook, anxious for her husband’s arrival, and she bit her fingernails, still in shock that this was even happening. The beeping of the motion sensor went off, signaling that the front door had been opened and Harry’s voice rang through the house.
“Y/N?! I’m home! Where are you?!”
She tried to shout, but she couldn’t find her voice. The butterflies flapped around in her stomach like crazy and she felt like she could vomit from the nerves. It only took seconds for him to find her, though. He wore sweats and his hair looked almost greasy from his long flight home, a smile had stretched across his face at the sight of her. But it quickly turned into confusion when he neared.
“What’s this?” he asked, looking at the objects scattering the table as he got closer.
He picked one up to examine and upon seeing what it was, his eyes widened, gasping, “What? No way?” he put the test that he had been holding down and quickly grabbed another one, and another, and another, repeating, “Is that a line? Y/N, is that a line?” before finally grabbing hold of the electric test that read ‘Pregnant’. He gripped it tight, finally looking up at his wife, tears rimming his eyes, “You’re pregnant? We’re going to be parents?”
Y/N grinned, her eyes beginning to water, and nodded, “We’re going to be parents.”
Harry lost it, unable to control his emotions anymore. Two years of pent up sadness had blown out of him and he bawled, collapsing into Y/N’s arms and squeezing her tightly, blubbering, “I’m going to be a dad.”
They waited a while before telling anyone, terrified of their fertility doctor’s prediction that their baby would most likely not stick. But after three months of regular appointment and growth checkups, all of which looked great, they felt comfortable enough to tell their immediate family and very close friends, all of whom were beyond thrilled for the couple.
It was easy to hide her pregnancy for a while. She had no symptoms, she hardly showed, and it was at a time where Y/N and Harry hardly left their house anyway, so most people hadn’t suspected anything. They had managed to get halfway through the pregnancy without any leaks, and finally, at their twenty-week checkup, they would be finding out whether they were having a boy or girl.
They were especially nervous because, although they had been tossing names in the air for months now and had a boy’s name picked out almost right away, they hadn’t been able to agree on a girl name quite yet, and Y/N was almost certain they were having a girl, though Harry had been adamant that it was a boy.
“I don’t care, either way. I just want to know what kind of laugh they’ll have,” Harry said as the ultrasound technician moved the wand around his wife’s belly, taking measurements of all of the baby’s extremities and organs. “Like, will it have that cute high-pitched baby laugh? Or will it have one of those laughs that sounds like demonic possession, you know? I just want to be prepared for what I might hear in the middle of the night.”
Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes, “I hope they have a demonic laugh. Imagine how much more fun Halloween would be? And everyone would be too creeped out by their laughing to want to stay too long. Imagine all of the awkward or boring situations we could get out of because of it.”
Harry’s eyebrows raised, “Well, when you put it like that…”
The nurse giggled at their conversation and turned to face them, “Okay, are we ready to find out the gender?”
“Yes,” they grinned, squeezing each other’s hands tighter.
“Alright, let’s see if baby’s cooperating,” sang the technician, sliding the wand down further and pressing it harder into her skin. They saw their baby’s legs moving around wildly as she tried to get a better look in between their legs, digging the wand in harder. And that’s when they saw it. They shared a look with each other, mouths agape, as the nurse smiled, “It’s a boy.”
Y/N laughed, turning to face her husband, expecting him to start gloating. But she saw the reflection of light hit the water that started to collect at his lash line and a single tear rolled down his cheek, his chin quivering and sniffling as he quickly wiped it away.
“We’re having a boy,” he choked, catching his breath and pressing his lips to her forehead, his hand squeezing hers even harder now. The nurse grinned at his display of emotion as Harry whispered into her ear, “Paxton Robin Styles.”
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