“No, I am not going inside that hellish Indiana Jones roller coaster again,” Cat said as she crossed her arms over her chest, “Three times are already three times too many, I won’t sign up for a fourth.”
She was then faced with the face of her son and her soon to be wife, both harboring that kicked puppy expression that was meant to make her resolve stumble and break. She only arched an unimpressed brow and stared back at them. “Lois Lane would go in there for as many times as challenged to, just so you know,” Carter casually dropped, adopting the exact same posture as his mother and Kara gasped, the color already draining from her cheek at the ultimate insult.
“Nice try but Lois wouldn’t even put a foot in that thing because she’s terrified of anything that looks like a train,” Cat smirked and Kara let out an audible sigh of relief. “Come on buddy, let’s do this one last time and then, we do whatever your mom wants to do, deal?” Kara asked Carter and the young boy sighed before agreeing to the plan. As he walked to get in line for their turn, Kara took the opportunity to steal a kiss from Cat and then she whispered in her ear “Just so you know, the deal will still work tonight, behind close doors …”
She sauntered away after the last few words, a smug smile etched across her face as she left a very aroused Cat behind.
Marilyn Monroe photographed by Gene Kornman (1953) / Marilyn Monroe photographed by a fan in NYC (1955)
One of the most iconic faces of pop culture knew precise makeup techniques: Quoting Marilyn Monroe’s makeup artist, Allan Whitey Snyder: “Marilyn had makeup tricks that no one had or knew. Most of them she didn’t learn from me. She discovered it herself”. In fact, Marilyn did her own makeup for many occasions. Photographer Sam Shaw talked about one day while she was getting ready. “I asked her: ‘Marilyn, don’t you think that this makeup is a little too much?.’'Sam, you don’t understand’, she answered: ’This make-up is for my fans, those people waiting inside the movie houses, or outside on the street waiting in the crowd at an opening. They are the people the studios won’t let close to the theatre unless they pay to get in. When I arrive there I’ll turn to wave to them and they’ll see me and won’t be disappointed. My fans want me to be glamorous. I won’t disappoint them.’
Skin: Marilyn liked her skin with a flawless finish, but yet glowy - you note in many picures that her cheeks, tip of the nose, and under brow area are glowing, she liked the effect that it gave, especially with the studio lights
Eyes: Marilyn expanded her eye crease by overdrawing it with brown eyeshadow. Her eyeliner was not too thin or huge, and it always gave the classic cat eye effect. She also drawn with brown pencil a line in the under eye area to fake a 'shadow’. She prefered individual fake lashes, applying them in a way to maintain the shape that she wanted for the eyes. She also arched her brows with eyebrow pencil.
Lips: By far, the most iconic part of Marilyn’s makeup are her lips. As you can see in her makeup free pictures, they were by far not as plump as they appeared to be. Marilyn always overdrawn her lips, (so did almost all the other female stars on that time period), but she had a especial trick - Marilyn used at least 4 different colors of red lipstick to create a 3D effect; the lighter shades on the center of her lips, and the darker ones on the edges. She applied vaseline to finalize the glossy and plump effect. Her beauty mark was not fake, in fact, you can slightly see it in the makeup free picture - but it’s not as noticeable because it was almost the same color of her skin, so she enhanced it with makeup.
“One can never wakeup in the morning, wash the face and look like Marilyn Monroe. She knew every trick on the book to compose her look” Photographer (and Marilyn’s friend) Milton Greene
Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki
A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*) in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked) I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)
You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.
Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.
Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.
Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.
You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.
“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.
“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.
“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.
“Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.
“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.
“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”
“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.
You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.
“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.
You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.
“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.
“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.
“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”
“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.
You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.
“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.
You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.
Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.
“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.
“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.
“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”
He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.
“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.
A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.
“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.
“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.
“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.
“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.
“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.
You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.
“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.
Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.
Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.
“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.
You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.
“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.
“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.
‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.
Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.
Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.
“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”
You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.
Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.
You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.
“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”
“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.
Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.
“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.
“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”
With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.
You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.
A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.
You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.
“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.
“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.
“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.
You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.
“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.
He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.
“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”
Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.
“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.
“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.
You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.
You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.
Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.
“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.
He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.
Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.
You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.
Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.
As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.
“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”
“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.
“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip. “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.
“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.
“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.
He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.
He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.
“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.
You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.
Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.
Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”
“Hmm, yes, Loki-”
“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.
“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.
You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.
“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.
He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.
Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.
You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.
His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.
“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.
With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.
Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.
“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.
Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”
You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.
“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.
“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.
“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.
As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.
“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”
“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.”
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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Steve Rogers | Word Count: 1493
Warnings: Nothing but fluff. A drabble. This is what happens when I’m bored. Spotify is my nemesis. The Cure by Lady Gaga
You looked up from your book when the door opened.
Bucky, in all his combat gear stumbled into your shared suite within the Avengers compound, shedding guns, gloves, and grenades with such disregard for their explosive nature it had you leaping to your feet. The look on his face spoke plainly of just how hard the latest mission had been.
Going to him, you grabbed for the belt he was getting ready to chuck across the room, the one with at least three grenades, and gently laid it over the back of the sofa. He went still, just stood there, shaking, breathing, anger radiating off him in waves.
Lifting your hand, you laid it gently against his clenched jaw. You only had one question. “Is everyone alright?”
Request: “Could you please write something where the
reader is best friends with the marauders, especially Remus and Sirius? And at
a party after a won quidditch game they all get drunk and end up in a
Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Remus Lupin, James
Potter x Lily Evans
READER GETS DOUBLE TEAMED! ALSO WOLFSTAR IS STRONG IN THIS FIC! LOTS OF SMUT
AND DIRTINESS AND I AM GOING TO HELL!
pounding music had been ongoing throughout the entire night since the end of
the Quidditch match, your dorm room door barely muffling the sounds of constant
laughter, chatter, and overall rowdiness. Your friends had been prettying
themselves up, hoping to at least make out with one of the boys or girls on the
team, since everyone downstairs was too drunk to care who they had a little fun
coming (Y/n)?” Your roommate giggled after taking a shot of Firewhisky.
huffed, rolling your eyes as you had stuffed up your lipstick for what had to
be the third time. “In a sec. It was probably a bad idea to start drinking
before I started my makeup, huh?”
friends laughed at your crooked grin, promising to meet you down there. You
waved them off, knowing for certain that by the time you got down there, they
would all be off getting laid.
Y/N’s eyes widened as her jaw gaped as her uncle led her into the BAU. Aaron Hotchner glanced over his shoulder with a small smile. It had been forever since he had seen his niece. So, when she called and asked to visit, he was more than happy to allow it.
The niece slowly caught up to her uncle and latched onto his arm. Her awed gaze returned to Hotch’s smirking one.
“This place looks amazing,” she complimented, “This whole place is probably run on caffeine though.” Hotch laughed as he nodded. “Let me introduce you to my team.”
Y/N nodded as he led her further into the room. The pair soon slowed down by a clump of desks. Prentiss, Morgan, and Reid glanced up. Having seen Hotch approach, Rossi left his office and made his way down.
“Y/N, these are agents Emily Prentiss and Derek Morgan. This is Dr. Spencer Reid. Everybody, this is my niece, Y/N.” “I highly doubt that,” Rossi teased holding out his hand. “David Rossi.” She shook his hand. “Not to sound like a groupie, but I’ve read your work. As well as yours, Dr. Reid.” Morgan quirked a brow. “Really? I don’t suppose you understood any of it.” Y/N smirked. “All of it, actually. He explained the content quite well.”
Hotch smirked at a blushing Reid. He stood up and held out his hand. Y/N shook it.
Summary: It’s the summer and all you want to be doing is hanging out with your friends. Your parents have other ideas and when you end up at a resort in the middle of the mountains, the only bright thing in sight is the dance instructor, Hoseok. If only said dance instructor didn’t seem to completely hate you.
I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality.
Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off.
Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.
Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad.
It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.
Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.
How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.
….Then. I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.
It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.
Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.
It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.
….Then. “You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.
We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.
I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“
“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.
“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“
This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“
Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.
“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“
Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“
“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“
We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.
“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.
“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“
“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.
My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.
“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“
I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“
“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“
My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.
“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“
I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.
Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.
Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulledme away and out of Harry’s sight.
The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.
“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“
“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“
“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“
With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.
“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“
At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.
“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.
“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“
“But only with you it is real.“
I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.
….Now. Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him. Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.
“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
….Then. I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.
“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“
I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.
“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“
It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.
We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.
“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“
I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.
Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.
My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.
I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.
“Harry? What happened?“
My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.
I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“
Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.
“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.
I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.
I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“
Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.
“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.
“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“
His voice was back to being harsh.
Still I pressed on.
“Did Harry do that?“
I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.
It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends. Never somebody we cared about.
At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him. Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.
“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.
Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.
“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“
“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“
“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“
“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.
He’d stayed silent until now.
Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“
I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.
“Come with me.“
“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“
My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.
“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“
I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.
I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.
My stomach turned.
“I can go home by myself.“
Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.
“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“
I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“
He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“
Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.
“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“
Any other person would have understood.
Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.
Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.
I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.
I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.
When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.
“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“
I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“
But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.
Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.
Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.
“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“
“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“
In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again. I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him.
But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.
….Now. Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed.
To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.
At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.
He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.
I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.
….Then. Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.
I was devastated.
Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.
“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“
She might as well have knocked me out.
Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“
Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.
Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.
The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.
To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.
Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?
I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?
“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.
“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“
I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“
“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.
She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“
I nodded. “Good.“
“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.
With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“
“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“
Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.
“Well, I’m not going to.“
“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“
I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“
When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.
“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“
“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“
“He told me you were the one who left.“
I gaped at her. “What?“
She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“
Once more my body was set on fire with anger. “That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“
Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.
“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“
There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.
Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“
At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“
Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“
I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“
“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“
I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“
Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.
What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.
Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.
I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.
After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.
It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.
How are you?
Can we talk?
Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.
„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.
I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.
Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.
I didn’t hesitate to press yes.
To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.
Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.
We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.
But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.
Because @playingfetchwithdinosaurs was finally seduced into reading this amazing series and then she came to me because she needed more. Also, coincidentally, @notagoodplace4gods finished yesterday CP, but told me only today that she was freaking out over their love and she needed more so here I am giving more to them ;)
💖: my absolutely favorite stories about those Kings
“Oh,” Laurent finds himself saying. Damianos has excused himself from his conversation, and has begun to make his way through the crowd. Here stand the Princes of Vere, after all. The ethereal Veretian Prince brothers. Laurent lifts his eyes towards the ceiling, arching his brows. “Heavens,” he says, voice tight.
reqs] Jimin smut? With like daddy Dom or like rough stuff please [+] Can you please write about jimin teaching you how to deep throat him? [+] Jimin thigh riding smut no specific plot [+] all of those who requested a second CYM
a/n] it has been a long time coming,,,hope you enjoy;)
You’d never been so nervous in your life, knocking on Mr. Park’s door at seven o'clock sharp, not wanting to seem too eager even though you’d been waiting outside his door for nearly fifteen minutes. You told your roommates you were going to another friend’s down the street, hiding behind Mr. Park’s bushes so they couldn’t see as you waited for the time to come.
Beneath your clothes are two lacy black lingerie pieces, not covering anything, just for show, just to hopefully get him as excited as you are, dripping through the barely existent fabric of your panties. Thank god your friend dared you to buy lingerie a few months back, or you’d still be inside not knowing what to wear to this most special occasion.
He opens the door shirtless, smooth skin and defined muscle running below the elastic of his sweats, smiling sweetly and opening the door wider to let you in. “How was your evening, Y/N?” The foyer darkens behind you as he closes the door, “finished the reading I assigned?”
“Yes, Mr. Park,” you try to calm your nerves, picking at the skin around your nails behind your back, “it didn’t take me more than an hour.”
“Then I guess it was too easy,” he laughs, moving in front of you and waiting for you to follow. His house is dimly lit, the only light coming from the open windows in his living room. Leather couches, family photos, abstract art and shelves with books haphazardly sitting on them. His house looked just as you thought it would. So him, somehow.
“Would you like some water?” He moves to the fridge and drinks from a glass already set out, watching you set your bag down and sit in the bar stool across the island.
“Yes, thank you, the walk over here was so far,” you sarcastically joke.
He chuckles, scrunching his nose and grabbing another tall glass from the cupboard before filling it with water from the fridge, sliding it across the counter cleanly and gracefully.
“I have a few surprises in store…” He begins with a smirk.
IMAGINE: Being the younger sister of Robert, Stannis and Renly and meeting Jon Snow in the kitchens during the feast.
[gif is not mine. creds to the owner. part of the poetry series, this time it’s based off lang leav’s ‘someone like you’.]
words: 2.0k +
‘Do you think there is the possibility of you and I? In this lifetime, is that too much to hope for?…’
She could feel the stares of the people as she walked into the hall, nevertheless she kept walking her chin held up high. (Y/N) knew why they were staring. Of course it was very uncommon for such a highborn lady to not wear dresses, but it was so trivial. She could hear Robert’s voice from the end of the hall, she could practically see Cersei rolling her eyes at her husband’s behaviour.
“Sister!” She looked at her brother at the centre of the table, gesturing for her to hurry along and break her fast with them.
“Brother,” she greeted him when she was close enough. She walked past the Stark and the Baratheon children. She wasn’t older than them by any means, basically the same age as Robb but nonetheless she was royalty.
“Why are you dressed like a man?” Renly spoke, smirking when he saw his sister’s reaction.
“I’m going around Winterfell today to see what there is,” she looked around at the faces. Robert looked on with interest as well as Cersei, Stannis looked indifferent and Renly just looked amused. “As well as around the North.”
“Do you have an escort my lady?” Catelyn spoke from her far left. “We have plenty of escorts to show you around.”
(Y/N)’s gaze turned to Cat, she smiled softly and shook her head. “Thank you, but I already have an escort. A suitable one, one that I chose myself.”
“Who is it?”
“Jon Snow,” she could practically feel the anger radiate from Cat as soon as she said that name. (Y/N) smiled at her, this time with an all knowing smile, without another word she took her seat and sat beside Renly.
“You’re stirring things up sister,” Renly whispered softly.
“I’m not,” she responded. Renly gave her a knowing look. “Okay, maybe I am but I’m not intentionally doing it.”
“How did you even get to meet Jon Snow? How did you get him as the escort?”
“So many questions brother,” (Y/N) twirled her fork and looked at the table below them. She looked for the familiar black hair but knowing better. Of course he wasn’t at the table with them. He was probably alone outside, or maybe he was inside a barn? Or in the kitchens, much like he was last night.
The clanging sounds of pots and pans echoed across the narrow hall where (Y/N) walked, she could see the faint light of the kitchens. A booming laugh echoed across the hall, knowing that it came from her over joyous brother from the feast behind her.
“Your Highness?” A servant stood before, curtsying. “Is something the matter?”
(Y/N) softly smiled, “No.” She pointed to the room where the light was coming from, “Is this the kitchens?”
“Yes my lady,” (Y/N) nodded ending the conversation. The servant curtsied again and hurried off.
(Y/N) walked towards the kitchen, she could hear the conversations that were being held. She heard her name being mentioned, with quiet movements she moved to the alcove just before it.
“I’m telling you Myl, that girl is no Highborn woman, nor a Princess,” a woman with a gruff voice sounded. “The way that she holds herself, she’s more interested in cajoling with the men and knights than being properly trained as a royal. I hear that she’s the black sheep in that family.” (Y/N) could imagine the tittering imbeciles edging in closer trying to catch up on the latest gossip while they make the food.
(Y/N) clenched her fist together, she’s heard this over the years of course. She preferred to be in the company of men as she wanted to fight, not what everyone else seem to think so. She’s heard the whispers, the rumours from servants to noble people alike. But she was never the black sheep of the family. When she said that she would rather fight and train with the soldiers, her brothers had reservations it wasn’t until Jaime Lannister came to her aid and supported her. From then on she’s become one of the fiercest and merciless fighters of Westeros.
“That’s why she’s called the Iron Princess,” another voice joined in. “She has no mercy. No sympathy, she’s more like a Lannister than a Baratheon. She’s a whore too I hear.” There was more that the woman was going to say but she was interrupted when a voice yelled out ‘enough’.
“You mustn’t say things like that,” she’s heard that voice before. Earlier in the day. “She’s different aye, but that does not matter. If she hears you saying things like this then we’ll see if she has mercy or not.” She could hear the sounds of his shoes as he walked around the room. “Even then if rumours are circulated around it won’t be just her who would be spiteful, it will be her brothers and the Lannisters, even my father.”
It was true of course, what he just said. She was loved by her brothers, and she was loved by the Lannisters. Tywin practically raised her when her father died.
“Be careful what you say around here. Now go on, I think it’s the next course you wouldn’t want them to be waiting now do you?” She could hear all of their feet move across the floor, she burrowed herself to the wall when they passed, strangely enough they were all quiet.
“Thank you for that,” (Y/N) said softly as she walked into the kitchens. She saw Jon jump a little bit and held in her laugh. She watched as he turned around almost tripping over his own feet.
“Your Highness,” he bowed.
“I beg your pardon?”
She walked towards him, “I don’t like titles. We’re all the same when we’re buried in the ground,” she shrugged. “Although dead kings garner more respect and admiration than actual living people.”
“I’m sorry for what they said. They hear rumours and they speculate.”
She shrugged, “I’ve heard far worse from far worse people Jon Snow, no worries.” (Y/N) walked along the bench, scrunching her nose up at the various smells and dirtiness of the kitchen. “Some rumours do tend to stem from the truth,” he looked at her, his dark eyes following her every move. She looked at him and smirked, “Some rumours. Not all though.”
Jon cleared his throat, not believing that (Y/N) Baratheon the most sought out person in all of the Seven Kingdoms was here with him, the bastard of Winterfell. “How does one weave out the lies and find the truth?”
She tapped her lip with her finger and thought for a moment. “If they know you well enough, love you or care for you, they know.”
“If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here with me?”
(Y/N) stared at him, “I didn’t want to be here with you.”
Jon looked down, she sighed, “I meant that I come to the kitchens sometimes so I can be alone and eat,” she grinned at him. “The company that I have right now is an added bonus. The good kind.”
“But I’m a bastard, the bastard,” Jon emphasized. He knew that he was treated far worse than the usual bastards because he was Ned Stark’s.
“And?” She sat down at one of the stools and gestured for him to do the same. “I don’t care if you’re a bastard, Ned Stark’s or not. I told you, I hate figurative titles.” (Y/N) looked at the plate of pies, took it and passed one to Jon. “Now to lighter topics, what is there to see about the dreary and grey North?”
“I could show you tomorrow, if you’d like.” Jon offered as gratefully took the pie from her.
(Y/N) chewed her pie slowly and stared at Jon, enjoying making him squirm as he waits for her answer. Finally she swallowed the piece and poured herself some wine. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer Jon Snow,” she said before she sipped the wine.
‘There is something so delicate about this time, so fragile. And if nothing ever comes of it, at least I have known this feeling, this wonderful sense of optimism…’
“Sister?” Renly gently nudged her with his elbow. She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked at her brother. “You were far away all of a sudden.”
She smiled cordially at him, “Just remembering dear brother, no need to worry.”
Renly huffed, “I wasn’t worried. I just thought you were going insane.”
(Y/N) took another forkful of sausage in her mouth, took her napkin and gently dabbed away the grease. She looked towards the entrance of the hall and saw that Jon appeared. He seemed hesitant to walk towards her but she nodded at him and started walking. (Y/N) stood up, her chair scraping across the floors as she walked down the steps to greet Jon.
“What are you doing here?” Cat looked at Jon, disdain still in her eyes and her voice.
Jon looked at (Y/N) then at Cately, then at the rest of the table. Each pair of eyes now directed at him. “I invited him.” He heard (Y/N)’s voice coming from his right and he smiled at her. “He’s my guest.”
(Y/N) stood next to Jon, linking her arms with him. She looked at his face and smiled, then turned to the table and arched a brow, silently asking if they had any objections.
“A bastar-,” Cately’s words were taken from her mouth as Robert laughed.
“The more the merrier!” He knew that if Catelyn finished her words, his sister’s temper would flare up and as amusing it would be he still liked Catelyn, and it would cause some tension if his sister accidentally hurt her.
“Come Jon,” she led him to sit next to her. “Break your fast then you show me what the North has to offer.” Jon could feel the stares of everyone as he sat down. He smiled meekly at Robb and Arya who were staring at him unflinchingly.
‘…It is something I can always keep close to me -to draw from in my darkest hour like a ray of unspent sunshine…’
As he prepared the saddles for the horses, Jon felt a presence behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Jaime Lannister, in his golden glory. “I don’t know what you’re doing with (Y/N), but if you harm her in anyway I’ll be forced to kill you in her honour.” Jaime passed the bag that Jon needed. “And it won’t just be my wrath that you have to watch out for.” He nodded towards Tywin who was conversing with Littlefinger and Ned on the other side of the courtyard.
Jon nodded and swallowed the nervousness that he was feeling. He knew that (Y/N) was one of the most beloved people in Westeros and if he certainly did hurt her then nothing could ever save him, not even all of the Gods.
He watched as (Y/N) came out of the castle, still in her outfit from the morning, her dark hair flowing behind her. He spotted the Queen walking beside her and watched as they conversed quietly.
“Be careful (Y/N), the North is harsh and unforgiving.”
“Much like the Lannisters, Cersei, I will be fine.” She hugged her goodsister and bid her farewell. (Y/N) walked towards Jon as he held the two reins, passing one to her. “Are you ready Jon?”
He nodded and waited for her to saddle up, then joined her. Jon looked back at the courtyard, he could feel their stares, waiting for him to mess up but alas he did not. He looked at Cersei, her eyes never leaving his, he nodded at her hoping that he received the message that he will not hurt her and no harm will come to her. She nodded and walked towards her father.
Jon looked at (Y/N) who was now staring at him with curious eyes, “Don’t worry Jon, I’ll make sure I won’t fall off my horse so they won’t kill you.” She gave a hearty laugh one that usually comes from Robert. He gave her a small smile. Sensing the hesitancy and nervousness, she trotted her horse towards him. “I’m too interested in you Jon Snow, to ever let any harm come to you.”
This time he smiled at her genuinely. “Now let’s go, I can’t wait to see the different shades of grey I can find in the North!” He watched as she trotted her horse to the gates. Jon looked back at everyone, this time their stares more warm than before but still cautious.
As he rode alongside (Y/N), her words filling the cold air, he couldn’t help but feel right and complete. Even if he was a bastard, he can damn well show her how much of a man he could be.
‘…No matter what happens next, I will always be glad to know there is someone like you in the world.’
The Impossible(Peter Parker x Reader) Part 1
“Okay class. Settle down now.” Your science teacher commanded.
“Today we will be doing a lab involving different chemicals and how they react to each other.“You rolled your eyes and let out a frustrated sigh. You had already done this lab a million times and it was Getting boring and repetitive.
“For this lab you will be needing a partner. Whoever is sitting next to you will be working with you today”.
You thanked god that no one was sitting next to you and you could work alone. Usually you were paired with someone who you did all the work for and they did absolutely nothing.
The norm for you. The upsetting norm. They never let you protest and immediately put in their headphones to block you out.
As every table was getting their racks of test tubes and droppers the door to the classroom flew open and in ran Peter Parker. The tardy guy as you liked to call him. And the weird, staring, blushy guy too.
“Ah , Mr.Parker. Glad you could join us. Go and take a seat” peter nodded and made his way over to an empty seat.
Your eyes went around the room at every table, scanning the room for any other empty seat other than the one right next to you.
There wasn’t any other empty seat. . He was gonna be your lab Partner.
Even though peter is weird to you and you don’t really want anything to do with him other than friendship, there was always something in the way of you staying true to those words. He is undeniably sweet.
And that makes it hard to not form a slight crush on him. You weren’t ever going to let anyone know that. But he still made you mad sometimes.
He took a seat next to you and let out a shaky breath. “ Hey Y/N”
“Hey peter”You mumbled, barley looking at him. But when you did look at him , you gazed into his brown orbs. You recognized his stare. While you guys had almost every class together, he spent half the period staring at you before Ned had to tell him “dude stop staring. Shes gonna get scared.” He was wrong. You were already scared.
“Sorry that i’m late again. You would’ve been partnerless and working alone.” There’s his sweetness that I was talking about.
”I’m not going to make you do everything Y/N, don’t worry. I promise.”He smiled. You had to try and fight back a smile of your own. That was the sweetest thing ever.
He picked up two out of the four test tubes and placed them on your side of the rack. Then he took one dropper full of the purple-ish chemical and put it in the beaker.
“Peter what are you doing? She didn’t give instructions yet.” you barked.
“ssshhhhhh Y/N , I know what I’m doing.” He argued. Then he mixed in something under the table and a whole bunch of white substance splashed all over you and peter.
You let out a shriek of disgust as the mystery concoction dripped down your face to the floor. You got up to go over to the cleaning station and slipped on the substance on the floor, landing on your back forcefully.
“Y/N!!!!!!” Peter gasped as he got up to try and help you up but failed miserably. He was now on top of you on the floor. Your head was spinning not only because you hit it when you fell but the classes loud laughter. Then you heard a click.
You shoved peter off of you and got up off the floor to come face to face with Ned and his phone out. You gave them both a look of disgust while grabbing your bag and bolting out of the room. Sweetness ruined.
“Ms. Y/L/N!!!!!” Your science teacher hissed. But you ignored her and made your way to the bathroom. Ned couldn’t of made it more obvious that peter likes you with what just happened, and everything peter has been doing.
This day has to be the worst you’ve ever had. You couldn’t wait to go home. Aside from what happened 3rd period, you failed your Spanish test with a 60, you got your lunch knocked out of your hands and you got humiliated in gym by flash. And nobody even cared. Not Ned, Michelle or even peter. That brought you down, more than it should’ve, but it happens.
You sighed in relief as you finally exited Midtown High. 8 long hours of boredom and humiliation. Today felt longer than any other day. You hated it, but it was over.
“Y/N!! Wait!!” you heard a female voice call from behind you. You whipped your head around to hear who was calling you. It was Michelle. You turned your head back around and rolled your eyes, you did not want to talk to her right now.
“Y/N please!!” she pleaded as she turned you around. “What Michelle?”
“I’m so sorry about what happened in gym today. I freaked out” You turned your head to the side to hide the tears that wanted to cascade down your face. You took in a deep breath. “So you just freaked Out? That’s your excuse? Really? Come back to me when you actually mean it Michelle.” With that you turned back around and headed to the train station.
The ride home was boring. Peter used to always take the train with you but it stopped a while ago. Today was the day that you were glad he wasn’t taking it with you anymore, mean, but he really embarrassed you.
“I’m serious mom, Its like they all had a plan to ruin my day or something. Like they were all in on it.” you sighed. Your mom looked at with her usual soft gaze and put her hands on your face.
“Mija, it was just a bad day. Don’t think about it, okay? I promise you everything is gonna be fine by tomorrow.” You smiled at your mom. She could be right. Maybe you were overthinking things way too much. It was just a bad day.
You closed the door to your room and shrugged your book-bag off of your shoulder a clicked the TV on. “Today at approximatley 7:30 A.M the crime fighting spider Stopped a well planned heist from reaching its turning point.”You perked your ears up at this sudden blast of new information. “the vigilante ridded the men of all of their weapons and freed 4 hostages under their control. This spider guy was amazing. He saved those people and many more by stopping those guys. Who knows what would’ve happened if he didn’t swing in.
Lately the news was always about him, and every new piece of news added to your amazement. Spider guy was amazing.
- A few weeks Later-
“No no no, please no” Peter pleaded. The vulture has figured out who he is and just threatened to kill everyone he loves. When it came to those people, peter was the most vulnerable. They were his soft spots in his heart and couldn’t bear to see them hurt.
Peter was swinging from building to building , trying to get home as fast as he could to Aunt May. If the Vulture was going to target the ones he loved, the first person that he would go to is his aunt. After Uncle Ben’s death Aunt may and peter’s bond was so very unbreakable. Even though she now knows what peter does when he sneaks out, she still loves him. As does he.
Peter mounted onto the side of his bedroom window and flew it open. Hopping inside peter called out for his aunt many times, tears flowing out of his eyes. “Aunt May!”peter chirped , seeing her small figure leaning against the kitchen counter. She had a suprised look on her face at the sudden burst of peter’s distraught voice and look.
“Has anyone been here”Peter asked engulfing her in a hug.”yeah, the yearbook comitee. They said they needed pictures and I let them look in your room.” She beamed. She wasn’t catching on to what was going on.”Nooooooo aunt may. Why would you let two older guys convince you that they were yearbook comitee?” peter sighed walking back to his bedroom, Aunt may on his tail. “You really have to stop being so nice to everyone. I love it about you , but not everyone is nice”
“They weren’t two older guys Peter. There were at least 4 high school students that came to the door. One of them was even Y/N” Peters eyes went wide at his thrown around room. “Wait Y/N? Y/N Y/L/N?”peter questioned. “Yes peter, Y/N. You didn’t know she was in the yearbook comitee?”. “No. Shes not in it Aunt may.That was not a real club.” Peter sighed.
Aunt may had a look of confusion on her face.”Then what were they peter?” She challenged. Peters eyes went to his desk and he arched his brow.”Somethings missing” he said. “What?”
“The picture of me and Y/N” Tears pricked in his eyes.
’’Hey,’’ you cheered as you stepped inside the hair and
make-up trailer, the door falling shut behind you, creating a whoosh of air to
whirlwind around the small compartment. Even though you were tired you were
still excited to come to work every day. Working as a make-up artist on the set
of Captain America: Civil War was a big deal; this was your first big break.
You knew your boyfriend Sebastian had everything to do with you getting this
job, but you were grateful nonetheless and were determined to prove your worth
to the Russo brothers.
Stacy, the other make-up artist who you shared the trailer
with, smiled at you sweetly as she seemed to be packing up her stuff.
’’You all done for the day?’’ you quipped as you plopped your
purse down on a single empty counter next to the sink. You sat down on the
couch and looked at your watch; you still had about 10 minutes to get ready.
Sebastian was supposed to come so you could fix his hair for his final shoot –
the post credit scene in Wakanda.
’’Yeah, been here since 5 a.m. I’m ready to bounce.’’ Stacy
closed her make up kit and threw on her jacket before waving you a goodbye and
leaving you alone in the trailer, but not for long. You had just gotten up from
the couch to get your stuff ready when the door flew open again and in stepped
’’Hey baby. You ready to make me look pretty?’’ he gave you a
quick peck on the lips before settling down in the huge and slightly
impractical armchair. But hey, everything to make the actors more comfortable.
A/N: I’m sorry because Part 9 can take a little long to be posted. I
haven’t even started writing it and I won’t have any time to do it this week. Things are warming up though! Thank you for having my
You woke up feeling a
nice warmth coating your face. Yet, there was also a coolness around your back
contrasting the heat. The bright light brought by the sun above you made
you squint your eyes as soon as you opened them, but you were able to realize
you were still on the rooftop. Your legs were curled up on the soft
cushion of the sofa and your upper-body was resting on a broad structure, which
you found to be Bucky’s chest. He was still asleep, leaning back with his head
on the sofa’s arm, both legs at your sides, one falling to the floor, the other
straightened in front of him on the cushion, flesh hand behind his head, left
arm holding you securely against him.
She has no throne. Girls without thrones should not have knights, but hers won’t go. Princess Zelda – the girl who killed Calamity – would love to fade into legend, but Link’s bought a house, he’s fighting off monsters, and he’s selling giant horses to strangely familiar Gerudo men. She’ll never have any peace now. (ao3)
Summary: After the events of For Your Convenience,you and Bucky officially start your life together as a couple (Modern AU).
Word Count: 764
A/N: After I completely overclouded one of my Bucky/Reader series in angst, I feel like I need to write some fluff. Also, I really missed writing Awkward Turtle and Grumpy Cat and had the desire to write some of their little interactions together as a couple. Hope you enjoy it!
“Stop looking at me like that, weirdo,” you commented teasingly, hindering the smile on your face.
Bucky chuckled, lacing his fingers with yours as the both of you waited for the film to start. "I can’t. I’m a sucker for art, and you are a masterpiece,“ he grinned, and you burst out laughing, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. "What’s so funny?” he questioned seriously, arching a brow at you. “It’s true.”