Anonymous said: Could you do some prompts about a human who is the representative of all the other humans and frequently visits the fairy courts to negotiate stuff on their behalf?
Anonymous said: Dude there’s no way that the marriage between the strongest fairy in the world and some little human went over well with all the fey. Could I get some assassination or kidnapping attempts or just general backlash from some of the fey and the humans lovers reaction to this?
Anonymous said: Omg that seelie unseelie and human prompt is now my ot3. More of them please!
Anonymous said: Sorry if this prompt is repetitive, but could you do some more prompts on fairies unintentionally hurting their lovers/showing each other differences between their worlds? (Honestly that ice rink one was so cute)
1) The fey wine and dined their business partners like nothing else. They are not creatures capable of lying, but their parties can leave any mortal heady. Susceptible to making promises in pleasure and pridefulness that they’ll still be held accountable to when the night ends. For the first time, they had absolutely no memory of what had happened the night before.
2) “Don’t let them steal you again,” his lover said. “Honestly, you are far too charming. They’ll never give you back to me. Promise.” He started to laugh, only to realise that his fairy was being serious. “Vicious fucking magpies,” his boyfriend muttered. “Can’t keep their claws off anything beautiful.” The fairy planted kisses to every inch of skin they could reach. More fey then they normally appeared in the human world, all sharp edges and the supernova eyes of the summer prince. “Hey - hey -” He caught his boyfriend’s chin so he could lock their gazes. “I promise, yeah?”
3) “Why are two most powerful fey of the winter and summer court fighting over you?” The human blinked. “Nobody’s fighting anything. We’re very happy together.”
4) “Your family doesn’t like me,” the human said. They stared at his knees, feeling utterly grubby among the splendor of the immortal courts. Utterly inadequate. Their fey lover’s head cocked. “Of course they don’t, you’re an insignificant human of no power or social standing. You’re nothing.” A lump thickened in the human’s throat and their hands began to shake. Their lover’s eyes widened. “Oh - no - no - you’re upset. I didn’t mean to upset you.” “You didn’t mean to upset me telling me I’m nothing?” The fairy swallowed and moved over. “I like you, if that counts for anything. I like you a lot. I’m sorry I upset you. I - this place - they just don’t understand. You’re everything. To me, you’re everything. That’s not what I meant.”
5) I had been coming for years, I played the game as masterfully as anyone of them. It was the dream job, until I was fired. Those who enter the fairy courts tend towards the youthful, the beautiful. Fey do not age like humans do after all. It was the night of an important negotiation, planned months in advance, and I wasn’t there. And, suddenly, for the first time, the fairies were there instead. In the human world. Eyes ablaze with a rage that I had long since grown unused to, shining too bright and deadly. I shot to my feet.
“It appears there has been a misunderstanding. Get dressed.”
6) “If it makes you feel better, they wouldn’t be trying to kill you if they didn’t view you as a threat.” Their lover sounded gleeful. “No! That doesn’t make me feel better!”
7) Every night, they came apart. Every morning, they were put together. Winter, to Spring. Summer to Autumn.
8) “Are you coming or-” They turned, to find their fairy entranced again. Jumping up and down in autumn leaves, a flurry of gold and scarlet. It was, perhaps, the most endearing thing they had ever seen in their entire life. The fey beamed, scooping leaves and tossing them in the air. In the fey’s hand they turned as green as summer, only to shrivel back to Autumn in the air. “We do not have this,” the fairy whispered. “This is amazing.” Nothing changed in an endless summer.
Anon: Could you do a Voltron where Keith’s all sick and emotional because his fevers really high, and Lance irritated because he got the job of taking care of him. Keith ends up blabbing in his feverish state telling him that he doesn’t have to take care of him if he doesn’t want to and that he’ll be fine on his own, that it’s not the first time. Basically giving away that he hasn’t ever really had anyone to take care of him and Lance feels guilty for being a jerk about it fussing over him.
A/N: What’s that? Two fics in one day? It’s a miracle I get anything done at college.
“You don’t have to do this…”
Lance stopped and frowned. He was in the middle of dabbing Keith’s forehead with a cold cloth, careful not to let any of the icy water drip down the Red Paladin’s cheeks. This was exactly why he didn’t want to be assigned this job. Keith was already stubborn as hell when he was feeling okay, but this?
genre | pharaoh au. summary | in the hot south there was, searching for concubines, a man as powerful as gods and he wants her. wanings | objectifying women, racism, mature content, graphic smut
word count | 9469. note | I just wanted to speak out a thank you for @tayegi as the dialogue in her very awesome fic freedom (you must read it; there’s no other way round, you must!) and her tag for taehyung: imperial concubine gave me the needed inspiration to edit and turn this idea of mine into a two-shot. also: please ignore the way it turned into a little powerplay, I hadn’t intended it but oh, well :’)
“When will I see him again?”
“Hold your tongue!” Azeneth, the examiner of all fresh meat, snapped at the new girl, letting the tray with food fall on the ground, pushing every plate to every single one of you, “What impudence, what boldness! Thinking you serve as anything higher than a plaything and being able to demand for more - you can put that idea right out of your mind!”
Summary : You are an agent that worked alongside the Avengers , with an unusually close friendship with Captain Rogers. What happened when he reveals his true feelings for you before you leave on an undercover mission? By the time you return from the mission, you’ve missed the events of Civil War. What happens when you come home and most of your friends are gone? And when they return?
Pairings : No official pairings yet, but Steve Rogers x reader, Johnny Storm x reader, Tony stark x reader, avengers x reader.
Warnings : swearing, angst,tiny bit of fluff
Italics are memories , & bold is the readers thoughts !
“Miss y/n, Tony is requesting your presence on the communal level of the tower immediately,” FRIDAY rang out through the speakers in your room.
You roll your eyes, finish applying the last of your makeup, and throw on your outfit for the night. Since your mission was canceled, you decided to call the one person that knows how to have a good time: Johnny Storm. Ever since you had a random mission helping out the Fantastic Four, Johnny just seemed to click with you. Although he can be immature and obnoxious most of the time, he’s been a really solid friend.
As you grab your phone off your nightstand, the picture frame behind it catches your eye. You lift it, taking in the smiles on Sam and Steve’s faces as you stand between them with their arms around you. If only things were this simple. The picture just reminds you of what things like before everything happened with the damn Accords; before everyone was ripped away from you. If only I hadn’t been on that undercover mission, if only I’d been there, maybe things would have been different. Maybe I’d still have Steve. Steve. You feel your heart sink at the thought of him.
As you walked onto the jet about to leave for your undercover mission, Steve sprinted into the hangar.
“Y/n, wait!” You stopped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him.
You and Steve had a great friendship but you had always felt more for him than you’d like to admit. Sometimes you think he feels the same, but then hell do/say something to smash that feeling.
“Steve, I literally just said bye to you like 10 minutes ago, miss me already?” you teased. He stepped forward, a look of confliction flashing over his face. “Steve, what’s going-”
“This mission is dangerous, a lot more dangerous than I’d like, y/n. If something happens to you I-”
“Steve, I can handle a couple Hydra agents, I’ll only be gone 2 weeks tops. I think I’ll-”
“I love you,” he sputtered out. Your heart dropped. He loves me?
You went to answer, but his lips gently landed on yours in a sweet but quick kiss. Your eyes were wide. Steve moved away from you, blushing with a shy smile.
“I needed you to know, y/n-”
“I love you too,” you whispered, too anxious to look him in the eyes at you confession.
He tilted your chin up, locking his eyes with yours. He looked from your eyes to your lips, sending sparks of happiness through you.
"Agent, we need to get going to stay on the schedule,” The pilot called through the jet.
You cleared your throat and backed away from Steve.
“Come back to me in one piece, Doll. We’ve got a lot to discuss.” You nod sinceyou couldn’t seem to find your voice. Of course he does this before this mission. I have to keep my head in the game.
You took a deep breath and boarded the jet, relishing in the newfound joy.
Before you can fall into the next memory, FRIDAY’s voice appears again. “Miss, it is urgent, I recommend you go immediately.”
“Do I need a gun or is this a non violent kind of urgent FRIDAY,” You ask, annoyance dripping from your voice.
“No weapons are necessary.” You sigh and head towards the elevator. What the hell could Tony possibly be so annoying about?
As you step off the elevator, you get a text from Johnny:
Sparky : Be there in 15, hope you’re ready for tonight babe ;)
You roll your eyes, sending him a quick response back. You and Johnny aren’t more than friends, despite the constant flirting. Neither of you ever push for more and you don’t mind.
You shove your phone in your purse as you step through the doorway to the Tv room. “Tony, what the hell do-” As you step in, your mouth drops open. Sitting on the couch in front of you are Sam, Wanda, Clint, Tony, Steve and Bucky, and all have their eyes on you.
As much as you want to look to Steve, your eyes go to Wanda first. She is on her feet, making her way to you. You meet her halfway, slinging your arms around her, pulling each other into a back breaking hug. You try to fight the tears that are threatening to spill over, but lose. Wanda is your bestfriend. When you found out about how they treated her in that floating hell of a prison, you tried to get there to free her but were told Steve beat you to it.
You pull away from her, cradling her face in your hands.
“Wanda, I’m so sorry… I should have been here. I could of helped. I missed you so much.”
“It’s over now, y/n. We’re somewhat clear to be home. It’s in progress,” she whispers, leaning into you hands.
Your eyes widen at her words. They’re staying? You look over to the others, catching all their eyes.
“So that’s how it is, huh? I thought we were cool,” Sam playfully says. You move away from Wanda and leap at him. Thankfully he catches you in time, you wrap your arms and legs around him.
“Welcome home Sammy!” you yell as you squeeze him to you. He chuckles, setting you down and placing a kiss on your head. Clint pulls you into a hug and ruffles your hair as a big brother would do. My family is home. You find yourself in front of Steve and Bucky, shyness taking over when you notice Bucky’s eye look over you. Damn, why can’t all 100 year olds look like him?
“Y/n, this is Bucky Barnes,” Steve’s voice sends chills through your body, making the memories you managed to avoid earlier resurface. The memory of Tony showing you the security footage of Steve passionately kissing Sharon Carter in some parking garage replays in your mind. You know Tony only did it to make you angry enough to give up any information on where Steve and Bucky were hiding from you, but you didn’t know anything. All that was received from seeing that video was heartbreak. Whatever you and Steve had is gone. Hell, even your friendship was sinking.
"It’s nice to finally meet you, Bucky,“ you say as you shake his hand.
"Pleasures all mine, Doll. It’s great to finally meet the girl he hasn’t shut up about.” Bucky elbows Steve in the ribs as he speaks. Your smile drops from your face, the dam breaks unleashing your anger.
“So you met Sharon Carter then?” you ask. All the conversations in the room stopped leaving it dead silent. You look to Steve, panic and regret showing on his features.
Buckys eyes are wide, but so are everyone elses. You simply turn around, not even acknowledging Steve.
“Miss Y/n, Mr. Storm has arrived and is making his way up to you.” Tears slip out of the corners of your eyes as you begin to leave to meet Johnny at the elevators. He’s already at the doorway. You can see that he’s about to say something, but you move past him hoping he gets the hint and follows. He doesn’t though and instead grabs your hand to stop you. He sees the tears running down your face and cups your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He turns his head, taking in the faces that are all turned to you. He sees Steve and immediately understands.
“You ready?” he asks. You nod and he pulls your hand taking you to the elevator.
“Don’t wait up, guys,” he yells over his shoulder. As soon as you both step into the elevator, you hear footsteps coming towards you.
“Y/n, wait! Let me-” You hear Steve’s pleading voice. You glance at him, seeing his broken expression almost matching yours.
“What? Can’t hear you over the doors shutting, Grandpa,” Johnny says. As if on cue, the doors glide shut leaving a defeated looking Steve on the other side.
The moment Harry entered your place, using the key you had left him, he was met with the sight of you in his black mesh see-through shirt that he had left at your place a couple of months back, your bum peeking out from underneath it and he silently growled from the fact that you were wearing his favourite red lace underwear.
You turned around at the sound of the door opening and you greeted him with a bright toothy grin, one that looked so innocent and sweet, one that contradicted heavily with what you were wearing. He cursed under his breath when he found his shirt unbuttoned, your sternum and part of your chest out on display. He approached you slowly and slid his hand under your shirt and around your waist, his lips pressing to your cheek and then very quickly letting go.
“Nice outfit.” Harry smirked down at you, stepping away and taking off his boots, leaving them neatly by the door.
“Thanks. I know.” you chuckled slightly, amused at his greeting.
You both stalked to the kitchen and he sat at one of the stools, his phone in his hands, typing away.
“So, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in a bit.” you broke the silence, preparing him and yourself some coffee.
“V’ been good. Great, actually. You know I’ve been busy with the album and promo and what not. But it’s a good time.”
The last time you saw Harry was about a month or two ago, and you two had spent the morning sprawled between the sheets savouring your time together.
“Well glad to know the rockstar cut some time out of his very busy schedule to come hang out with me. I’m honoured, really.”
“Will always have time for you, petal, you know that.”
You smiled at his sweet tone. You handed him his cup and climbed up the kitchen island to sit close to him, your feet dangling and occasionally touching his thigh.
“You know petal? Spending these past two months without you made me realize how much I miss having you around.” He grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him so that your knees would be surrounding his figure.
“Hm. Don’t you go soft on me, Styles.” You raised an eyebrow at his behaviour. You weren’t complaining, it was just odd. You usually spent your time teasing each other or making snarky comments. So, him being all sweet and nice was something you still weren’t sure what to think of.
“Oh, and I also missed fucking your tits.” He added, with a straight face, his head coming to lay on your chest. You laughed loudly at his comment, your hand weaving through his hair and massaging his head.
“There you go, I thought I lost you for a second in the midst of all that lovey dovey shit.”
“But I really did miss you though,” he mumbled against your chest.
You lifted up his chin and locked eyes. “I’ve missed you too.”
When you leaned in to kiss his nose, his eyes fluttered shut. He felt frightened by the way that simple little action made his heart beat faster, and ignited a flame in his whole body.
You pulled away and jumped off the counter too quickly for his liking and he pouted at you.
“Listen, I’m gonna go take a shower really quickly, and then I’m going to give you all my time for the rest of the day, okay rockstar?”
“Can I join you?”
“No, I said it was going to be quick, and we both know you and I have very different interpretations of the word ‘quick’.”
“Fine.” He huffed out, getting up from his spot and moving to the couch.
“Won’t be gone for too long.” You assured him again and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.
As he sat on the couch, Harry let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He had missed you. A lot. Not just the time you spent together fucking each others’ brains out. But, your post-sex cuddles, your useless and silly conversations, all the inside jokes that you’ve accumulated throughout your time of knowing each other, the way you looked sleeping next to him, your blushing cheeks whenever he pinched your bum whilst cuddling, the way you would sometimes pinch his as payback, and your laugh. Fuck, he loved your laugh.
He was stunned by his own thoughts. He wanted to tell you everything he thought of you, but he was certain that you would undoubtedly end the agreement you two had set up, and he would probably never see you again. That would kill him. So, for now, he would just keep his mouth shut.
genre : Mafia!AU, smut, angst warnings : this chapter contains explicit description of physical abuse, insults, drug abuse, sort of mental abuse too + everything related to the mafia alternate universe. Be aware before reading. words : 5,1k
A light buzz echoed in your ears, bugging your hearing sense in an annoying and painful manner. Your eyes fluttered open slowly, your pupil hurting from the –way too much- white and bright lightening of the room. It took a few dozens of seconds for your vision to adapt, your eyelids heavy over your eyes, struggling to open. You –with difficulty- became aware of your surroundings, your physical senses awakening at a snail’s pace, hardly. In the first place, you felt numb. You couldn’t feel neither your legs, or your arms, or any part of your body at all. All you could possibly do was feeling the weight of your head, hanging forwards, nearly boneless on top of your neck.
Once your eyes were fully ready to function, you tried to take a look of the space around you but the hard pain in the back of your scalp refrained you to do so. It felt like needles were being thrown on your skin, deeply crossing their way to your bones; and you’d almost cry from the feeling. In a calculated motion, you threw your head backwards, now letting it hang on the edge of what seemed like the edge of a chair. You could only detect an appearance of what seemed to be a ceiling, high, old, and dirty.
You tried to move your hands to rub your eyes, but you couldn’t achieve it. Your eyebrows frowned when your felt hard and wet roped tightly wrapped around your wrists, woefully sunk in your skin. Your groaned from the pain, trying to free your hands was far away from being a good idea since the ropes were digging into your skin, probably rasping it and making it bleed. A tear weakly ran down your cheek when the realisation of your situation -and your latest memories- hit you like a truck. You’ve been kidnapped, surely beaten up, and you were going to suffer.
You flexed your thighs, putting out feelers, to sense if your legs were also tied. You could sort of move your upper-legs, but your ankles were knocked together, a rope fixing it to one foot of the chair you were forced to seat on. Your breath was heavy and hastened as you felt your throat tighten, your eyes watering from the oppressive pressure sitting heavily on your body. Yet, a loud slam of a door startled you, making your rapidly sit straight on the chair, your body hurting in the process from the sudden movements. You turned your head to side, trying to have a proper view of the loud sound’s source.
You gulped, the tears –which until now stilled in the corner of your eyes- started to fall down your chin, soaking your puffy face. You saw the man of your nightmares walking up to you with confident steps, the sound of his footsteps loudly resonating in the silence of the room. Once he was at a decent distance, you noticed how devilish his smirk was and how his face was contorted into sadistic pleasure traits, you were going to suffer.
“My, my, doll. Why are you crying?”, he asked, locking your chin between his thumb and his index finger harshly, forcing your gaze to meet his. Bringing his face closer to yours, the feeling of fear growing in your stomach couldn’t help but intensify, devouring slowly you from the inside. Yet, even if it was burning your tongue to answer some insolent words, you didn’t reply, keeping your lips pursed into a straight line; even if you knew that your boldness was discretised by the pearls of salty water flowing along your face.
“I’m asking you a question, doll”, he hissed, his jaw clenching, forcing you to look straight into his eyes. However, when you heard the door crack open, your gaze drifted to it slowly, weakly. You saw, standing by the door, your bodyguard, your fucking bodyguard, a distinct smile plastered on his face, making you want to puke. You gulped loudly ; and if eyes could kill, he would surely be dead.
Your eyes widened when you noticed the loud noise of a slap echoing in the room, taking your time to realize that Jae-Duk had just smack your cheek, hard and without pity. Your damaged skin started to tickle in pain where he hit you, increasing the throughput of your tears. Your eyes were locked with the floor, head averted to the side under the violence of the blow, and you couldn’t help but sob, catching your lips between your teeth suffocate the sounds of your weak self.
You couldn’t move. You couldn’t do anything, and you didn’t have the force to even lift your head to stare at the fuckers that stood arrogantly before you. You barely felt your body, flimsy and feeble, lacking of energy –which made you wonder how long you had been unconscious, but it wasn’t your main problem right now. You knew that there was a possibility to end up in this situation, you’ve always known it. But living it was another story, and all you could now possibly do was pray for Yoongi, pray that he’d find you before they’d get rid of your body, before they’d leave you for dead.
Summary: Sam and Y/N are pretty calm when it comes to sex. But Sam wants to try something new. He’s a little nervous not knowing how she’ll react to having anal sex.
Characters: Sam Winchester. Reader
Pairing: Sam Winchester X Reader
Warnings: NSFW, anal sex, unprotected sex (suit up), oral sex (female receiving), language
Word Count: 2,675
Can you do one about anal sex with Sam? -Anonymous
A/N: a Thanks @impala-dreamer for beta reading this. I hope y'all enjoy feedback is welcomed.
Y/N is sitting there on the bed staring at me with those big and beautiful Y/E/C eyes. I’m leaning against the wall, watching as the book she was reading slowly slips out of her hands. She’s in shock but hell, I guess any normal girl would be too after what I just asked of her. Her cheeks and the tips of her ears flush as her jaw drops slightly. The poor thing must be replaying my words over and over in her head, unsure of what she should say.
“Hey,” I finally speak up, running my fingers through my hair, “it’s like I said, we don’t need to do it I was-” I clear my throat, running my hand over my slightly stubbled chin, her eyes are locked on mine, “I was just wanting to know if you were interested in trying it.”
Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader is Negan’s only wife, and you have two young kids together, and he keeps them very sheltered because she is like the exact opposite of him, like very quite, soft spoken, and kind and stuff, and he doesn’t want his family to see him be brutal, but one day they watch him kill Spencer when he goes to Alexandria and she’s really scared of him, but he promises her that he would never treat her like that, and that he loves her. - Anon
Pairings: Negan x Reader
Warnings: language. death. angst. (grab a tissue)
Note: for reasons, Rosita will not be shooting at Negan even though we all know she does, but for this just please pretend.
“Psst.” You heard a quiet voice say as you felt a pinger poke softly against your cheek. Falling slowly from your sleeping trance, you glanced up to see your four year old son Connor sitting next to you. Sitting up quickly, you watched him in concern and attempted to assess how he had gotten out of his room.
His eyes were puffy as his tiny fists rubbed against them. You could tell he had been crying, and your heart swelled with grief. Pulling Connor into your lap, you rubbed his back softly as he started up his cries once again. Rocking him back and forth, you asked him a question through his cries.
Summary :You die while being on a mission with the team. At least , that’s what you thought. What happens when you suddenly wake up alive ? What do you do now? & how will the team handle the news after thinking you’ve been dead for months?
It’s been a few days since you discovered your enhancement, you had Stark place you in a room that is modified to neutralize your abilities somehow . As much as a pain as Tony Stark is, hes still a genius. Every member of the team(especially Steve) , has tried to get you to let them in but failed. The memory of shocking Steve from a kiss has been on repeat in you mind. You know you have to leave this room eventually, but the thought of hurting anyone on accident is too overwhelming.
You’re banging your head against the bright white wall out of boredom, when you hear the door slide open across the room. Damn it. Tony rigged the door so that you had control over when it opens , allowing you to keep the others out until you are ready ; that is until now atleast
“Y/n ?” Steve. Of fucking course.
“ You know, if I wanted visitors I would of let you in the other 30 times you knocked.” You snap, not bothering to look at him .
“ I’m not letting you hide in here forever, you have to learn-”
“ Yeah Steve, I get it . Can I have some time to freaking adjust to having shit flying from my hands!?Is that alright with you , Captain?” You bark, finally turning to face him . You know he means well, but right now your mind is too clouded with fear and anxiety about your powers.
“ Its alright to adjust, but not hide like a scared little girl.” Damn Rogers. You scoff, going to turn away but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder stopping you.His hand tilts your chin up, your eyes locking with his. You watch as he leans in , but panic quickly sets in.
“No!” you shout as you shove him back.“ Are you fucking nuts!? You flew into a wall last time you kissed me Steve!"
He smiles, shaking his head with a chuckle,” Doll, your powers don’t work in this room.“ He laughs as he watches realization falls over your face. How on Earth did I forget ? You let out an awkward laugh, ” Whoops.“ you say with a shrug. He pulls you to him once again , lowering his lips to hover over yours.You cant resist as he brushes his lips over yours, you fist your hands into his shirt as you crash your lips to his.His lips are soft and warm, melting beautifully against yours in a sweet kiss.
When you pull apart, you cant help but let sadness wash over you."What now Steve? We have to be in this room anytime you want to kiss or touch me?”
He sighs, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “ Youll gain control of your powers eventually Y/n , its just going to take time & patience.”
“ I don’t want to hurt anyone.” you whisper, tears building up and spilling over onto your cheeks.
Steve wipes away the tears as they fall before he pulls you into a tight hug, he runs his hands down your back trying to silently calm you ,
“We just have to take one step at a time Doll.”
2 weeks later
" Hit the target Y/n! Not the fucking wall!“ Steve bellows, his voice booming through the gym. You growl in frustration , you’ve been practicing throwing electricity from your hands for about 4 hours, each round draining more and more energy from you . You’ve only hit the bulls eye once, the wall surrounding the target was pitch black and smoking from all the times your aim failed you .
Steve has been pushing you insanely hard today , his last command destroying your last shred of patience. You’ve notice him gradually turn this way over the past weeks since you left the safety box of a room . He went from loving and all kissy , to slowly turning into an asshole trainer .
” You know what Steve, Fuck off! “ you bark . You can feel the wave of sparks flow to your hands, the colorful sparks popping out from your annoyance. You turn to leave, but Steve voice stops you ,
” Of course you’re quitting already, go back to the comfort of the safe room Y/n.“
That’s it. You twist around, sending round after round of Sparks to the target . You nail the bulls eye dead on, then the entire target, then the wall behind the target that are all right beside Steve. Before you know it, you’re panting,watching as dark smoke falls from the charcoaled area. The sprinklers are triggered, smothering the smoke and drenching you and Steve.
The training room door swings open, an angry Tony glaring at you .
” Was it necessary to fry my wall!?“ he barks, making your anger flare once again. This time though , your entire body has a purple & blue glow surrounding It.
” Are . You .Kidding.Me!?!“ you yell, your power waving out , making the light fixtures spark before completely going out . The room goes dark, you hear Tony grunt , then the backup power starts up .
” You,“ Tony says , pointing to Steve, ” Stop pushing her so hard. “
You stick your tongue out at Steve, quickly retracting it when Tonys finger points at you next, ” Control your anger sparkplug, I’m not dealing with power outages just because youre having a lover quarrel.“
He storms out, the tension between you and Steve feels like its increasing by the second. What the hell is his deal today?
You begin to leave, trying to calm your breathing as you do .
” We aren’t done here, recruit.“ RECRUIT!?!?
You swirl around, your eyes fading from their normal color to bright purple once again.
"I suggest pulling that flagpole out of your patriotic ass ,Captain . Before I do it for you .” you growl . Stepping toward him until your face to face, ( well, more like face to chest, Steves a giraffe.)
“ I’d like to see you try . ” he says with a smirk. This jackass is enjoying this .Is this his way of flirting with me?
“ I don’t know whats gotten into you Steve Rogers, but when you decide to remember that I’m not Just a recruit for you train into the ground, then come talk to me.” you sigh , exiting the room.
You spend the rest of the day in your room, relaxing and laying on the heating pad. You knew training would be hard, but its really kicking your ass. Your entire body is throbbing, not just from the power exertion , but the cardio and weights are taking tolls on you too . Your mind is just as wrecked as your body , you’ve been trying to work through your fears concerning your powers ,& confusion about Steve ; but nothing seems to clear your mind of the stress.
A rough knock on your door makes you groan ,
“ Its open.” you call out , shifting to look for you remote in the waves of blanket strewn around your bed .
“ You alright?" Steve says, his voice quieter than usual.
” Oh , you care now?“ you spit, giving up your search and laying back on the heating pad. You hear him release a deep sigh ,before he moves to lay next to you . What is he doing?
” You’re right, you aren’t just a recruit . I shouldn’t of pushed you that hard, but the sooner you have control of your powers, the sooner you can stop being afraid Y/n .“ he says as he places his arm around your shoulder. You lean against him , enjoying the warmth is body is radiating.
” I know, but seriously Steve? You know this isn’t my life, its not what I wanted . I miss being a lab tech , I miss hacking and staying on the non physical side of things. I’m grateful for the second chance and everything, but this isn’t what I want. “
You curl your body into his, coaxing him into cuddling ( Not like he tried to resist.) You feel a slight shock shoot from you to him, you feel his body jolt but his laughter throws you off.
"I’m so sorry Steve!” you say , trying to push away from him , but his embrace tightens around you . He lets out a deep chuckles, lifting your chin to lock your eyes with his.
“ It didn’t hurt Y/n, it was a tiny one. It tickled more than anything. ” He leans closer, gently placing his lips against yours. Another shock sizzles between your lips, but he doesn’t pull away , instead he tugs you closer to deepen the kiss. You roll yourself onto his lap, running your fingers through his beautiful golden hair as your lips dance with his. You feel his hands cup your ass, giving it a rough squeeze, soliciting a moan from you . The kiss turns into a heated makeout session, making your hips involuntarily roll against his forming erection . His bulge makes contact with your center, making you both moan at the feeling. You pull your lips from his to catch your breath , your hips still moving against his. Both of his hands are on your hips, guiding them against him. The way his lips are parted is absolutely sinful , making all kind of dirty thought fly through your mind.
“ Steve, ” you whimper out, you can feel the rubberband in your stomach getting tighter from the friction of his jeans against your barely there shorts. He haults both of your movements making you whine.
“ Do you want to do this Y/n?” he says , his voice raspy and strained. Good, hes just as affected as me. You nod frantically , standing to remove your pjs . He does the same, when youre both naked you pounce , placing yourself back in his lap . You crash your lips to his as you grind your bare core against his hard cock , the feeling ten times better than you imagined.
“ Y/n, please” Steve whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips. You send him a sly smile, thinking you have control ; that ends quickly though . In one swift movement Steve has you on your back, one hand pinning yours above your head, the other circling your soaking clit.
You moan at the stimulation, his fingers moving in fast circles. They leave your clit to dip into your pussy , quickly thrusting in and curling to hit your sensitive spot immediately. Steve chuckles as the string of whimpers that escape you as his pace speeds up .
“ What do you want me to do doll?” he asks . You aren’t able to form words, only whimpers leave your mouth as your orgasm quickly approaches. You close your eyes, arching your back as you nearly drown in the pleasure. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Steve sucking at you clit harshly ; sending you spiraling into your orgasm.
“ Steve!” you cry out as it washes over you . Steve works you through it , his mouth gently moving against your pussy . He finally pulls back, his lips and chin glistening with your finish. Hot damn. You pull his lips to yours tasting yourself on him. As the kiss gets deeper, you feel him guide himself to your entrance, gently teasing your sensitive slit with his tip. He runs himself through your wet cunt, coating himself in your cum .The feeling makes your back arch from how sensitive you still are from your first orgasm. He smirks at you as he pushes all of himself in, the pain from stretching to fit him instantly turns into pleasure .
“ Oh my God." you whimper ,he laughs ,leaning to kiss you again . He starts off with a slow pace, but that ends when you beg him to go harder. He sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping as he roughly thrusts into you . Every thrust hits your sweet spot, making endless moans and whimpers fall from your lips . He doesn’t stop, his pace never faltering as you go through two more orgasms before he even warns you he is close.
When you feel his hips finally start stuttering, you use any remaining energy you have to flip the two of you. You balance yourself using his chest to hold you up , as you begin relentlessly riding him. You bounce yourself on his dick, the new angle making yet another orgasm build within you . His hands slither up your body , first playing with your tits, then moving back down to grip your hips. He roughly holds on to you as he begins fucking up into you,matching eachothers thrusts perfectly. It wasn’t long before you both we close ,
” Doll, I -fuck- I’m close.“ he warns, thrusting up even harder.
" So am I , ” you say, leaning down to kiss him, “ cum for me , captain.” you whisper against his lips. Your words seem to do the trick, Steve goes tumbling into is finish ,pulling you right with him. You collapse on his chest, absolutely spent. The sweat from your bodies mixing as you both try to calm your breathing.
A Few Days Later.
Since the day with Steve in your room, his mood drastically shifts. He isn’t as hard on you during training; but isn’t exactly easy on you either . After every training session he does make it up to you though , rewarding you by pulling you into a hot shower with him. He’s become progressively protective over you infront of the others, always having some sort of contact to let them know that youre his.
It was a normal day so far, youre eating breakfast with the team, when the alarms start blaring.
“ There has been a breach in security, enemies are infiltrating the tower. ” FRIDAY warns . Son of a bitch. Everyone scatters to grab their gear, you do the same sprinting to your room to retrieve the suit Tony made you . It looks like Natashas, except it has the ability to center your powers, making them surge from you into the suite so you can control them easier than before. You switch out your pjs for the suit, grabbing guns to fill the empty holsters as well. When you emerge into the hall way you nearly bump into Steve. He pulls you into a quick kiss before you can say a word,
“ Be careful.” he warns,
“ You too ." as the words leave your lips, an explosion erupts from down the hall. Its not the times for nerves, I can do this. I have to protect myfamily. You tell yourself as you throw yourself into battle with the oncoming slaught of Agents. Apparantly Hydra has acquired a need to get their hands on TAHITI, but failed at getting it from SHIELD, so then came for you & Pietro instead.
The fight was grueling , explosions going off in all parts of the tower. You all manage to get your comms in , and Clint gets the jet ready when it seems like the only choice. Just when you thought all the agents are down, a new wave appears as you make you way to the jet. During the fight you stayed on your own, trying to clear an entire level while the others try for the same. You barely make it to the hangar , the rest of the team already on the jet just waiting for you . The fresh group of Hydra agents trailing behind you ,the jets ramp starts pulling in as you get closer. I cant leave them here to cause more chaos, theres still some of our people in the building.
” Tony, how many are in the building and how many arent against us?“ you ask into your comms. " 50 all together, 14 are our people , they can handle them-”
“ Tony Come back for me, get me off the roof in 10." you slow down, catching Steves furious look as the ramp shuts and the jet lifts.
You turn to face the approaching agents, you size up the group, seeing about 20 there .They must be spread through the building still
” Come and get me !“ you yell, sending bullets their way . You use the rest of your weapons before resorting to your powers. You still haven’t gained total control , but the suit helps with that. You make your way to the roof, the end of the agents following on your tail . You see Tony already waiting there for you , there is still about a lot of enemies left , you sigh , knowing what youll have to do
"Tony get clear of the roof for a minute.” you warn, he complies, flying higher. You feel a strong wave come through you , stronger than you’ve ever felt. You use your anger and annoyance to flare up your powers, amping up the colors that are sparking from your entire body . You hear bullets whizzing towards you , you duck and dodge them as you continue letting yourself brew, Tony shooting at some of them from above .
You let out what sounds like a war cry , pushing your hands out infront of you . Shades of blue and purple fly from your hands, spreading over the entire roof and successfully taking down every agent up there. The roof wasn’t small either, you’ve never had to use this much power in training. You can feel the effect it has on your body , slowly waring you out. When the last of the built of sparks die down from your hands, your body gives out, a painful tingle shooting through your chest. You hear voices yelling through the comms, but your body hits the ground and everything fades to black.
Hi everyone! Here I come with a new Harry story. I really liked writing this one so, hopefully, you all like it as well.
Before getting into the story I wanted you to know REQUESTS ARE OPEN! however, It’ll take me a bit of time writing them (I don’t have as much free time as on holidays)
Nothing else just… Enjoy!!! :)
Harry and I laid on the garden’s ground, doing nothing but enjoying the serenity of the evening. As time went by, the sun got closer and closer to the horizon, leaving behind a wide range of warm colours, revealing a lovely landscape in front of us.
Doing this was something common in us, we would always spend the last summer evenings in the backyard realising how lucky we were to get to see such a beautiful phenomenon everyday.
The soft currents of air hit on our faces, giving a pleasing tickle on them and making the situation inviting to fall asleep. I turned to the side staring at him. His eyes were shut, hiding his green orbs, lips parted and chest lifting up and down in a calm pace, he was asleep.
I loved the way he looked when he was lost in his dreams, like if nothing could worry or torture him at all.
The stare didn’t last long, as he suddenly opened his eyes, without previous expectation “What are you smiling at, love?” “Harry, you scared me! Weren’t you sleeping?” he chuckled at my reaction “Well yeah, or at least trying so… but the feeling of your eyes on me wouldn’t let me” I bit my lip in embarrassment, moving my eyes away from his “Sorry” “No, don’t be sorry. I love it when I have your eyes on me” “Why?” he picked me by the chin and made me lock eyes with him “Because I can see love in them” that, and a kiss on the forehead were enough to make me feel an inner butterfly explosion “Just love for you” he delicately brushed my lips with his pads before placing a kiss on them.
After some minutes of peaceful silence, enjoying the warmth his body radiated, I heard the groan of his stomach begging for food. The awkward cough he let out to hide it made me laugh “Some cutie hungry out there?” “Mee” “Any suggestions on what to eat?” He shrugged, before answering “Dunno, whatever… the last one to get in the kitchen cooks!” Between childlike chuckles he stood up and ran towards the inside of the house, throwing some soil at me in the process “Hey you little cheater, wait!”
* Few days later *
“… Here you have another type of ring, it’s the most demanded between many women” the shop assistant placed a shiny diamond ring in front of me “It’s really beautiful, but it seems to be quite expensive” “Well, compared to others it’s not that expensive but… sure it isn’t the cheapest of all” “How much?” “Six hundred dollars” my eyes opened wide but I tried my best to play it cool “Mmm, how about something a bit cheaper?” She nodded, walking to the next one “Here we have… ” I stopped listening when I spotted a simple but at the same time nice ring, that was definitely the one “Sorry for interrupting you, but I’ve just found the perfect one” “Oh, which one?” I smiled pointed at it “Uh, are you sure you want that one? I can show you others way more elaborated” I shook my head “No, it isn’t necessary thanks, I know that’s the one” she finally gave up her attempt to change my mind “Okay, come with me then”
From the moment I stepped out of the store onwards, I couldn’t think of anything else than in the events about to occur that same night: the setting of the situation, the nervousness my words would be filled of, her reaction, and the most important part, her answer. The idea of taking this step had been wandering around my mind for a long time. I knew she was the only thing I wanted to wake up to the rest of my life, her voice was the only thing I wanted to hear during our late night conversations, her characteristic clumsiness was the only thing I wanted to laugh to; but the fear and insecurity made me back down, until today.
I ran every of the errands Jess left me enthusiastically, dancing and singing all around the house, I was on cloud nine.
When I was about to move on to the other task the doorbell rang. At the other side of the door a young postman awaited me “Hi, may I help you?” “Good morning, is this Harry Styles?” I nodded “This is for you” He said, handing me a white envelope. I furrowed my eyebrows at the sight of it, I definitely wasn’t expecting anything like that. I tried to see who the emitter was but the only thing written on it was my name and address “What’s this?” “I don’t know, but it seems like something important, my boss told me to give it to you in hand. Could you sign here please, I’ve got more work ahead” His comment made me come out from my wondering “Yeah, sorry” “Thank you”
I sat on the sofa, envelope in hand. Just one possible emitter came up to my mind, and I prayed for it not be the one. My hands began to slightly shake, and an uncomfortable sensation settled in my chest. Something inside me told me nothing would be the same after opening it, and that was what scared me the most, I had never had that feeling.
‘You can’t be like this forever’ I told myself before opening the envelop, worry intensifying as I revealed more of the paper contained.
‘Appreciated Mr. Styles,
My duty as Colonel of the United States Army is to make you aware our country needs your support.
We demand all our best soldiers to seek for our nation’s protection.
As a consequence we recruit you, Mr. Harry Edward Styles to fight for United States’ sake.
As you must know, you applied voluntarily for the army, therefore, you have no chance to refuse, it is a soldier’s duty and a fact that had to be taken into account before having decided to make such an important decision.
The duration of the mission is undefined.
The date of departure will be the 16th of September at eight o'clock in the morning. An official army bus will pick you up that day and time.
Colonel of the United States Army.’
As I read every word inked in the paper, the previous bliss I felt went away completely, this being replaced by a mixture of worry and outrage, outrage for my foolishness back when I applied for it. I noticed how tears began forming at the back of my eyes, making my vision blurry, I wiped them off sloppily and read the letter once again and again trying to find anything on it revealing it all had been a joke, but as time disappeared, my hopes did as well.
I let out a long sigh, throwing the paper away, and bringing my eyes to the picture of Jess that decorated the wall. Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life and I was going to spoil it telling her I was leaving, without being certain whether I was coming back or not. That wasn’t fair, she deserved someone who could be by her side, not me.
The problem was I was too selfish to let her go.
“Curly, I’m home!” The sound of her voice brought me back to reality, an awful reality. I brushed my face with my hands, trying to take it as easy as possible and have the best look so she didn’t notice the upcoming news, when she walked into the living room with her bright smile, I found it pretty hard not to feel a stab of pain “Hey love, how was your day?” She collapsed on the couch and I gave her a gentle kiss, she then searched for my embrace “Good, as always. What about you?” "The usual, nothing out of the ordinary” she looked up to me with loving eyes, nuzzling into my neck and spreading kisses all over it “You have no idea how much I wanted the day to end, I just looked forward cuddling like this” she gave me a deeper kiss and I felt a bitter sensation on my chest, that was going to be one of our last kisses before my departure. When she pulled away with a frown drawn on her face, a lump made its home in my throat “Hazz, is everything okay?” There was a silence, my head hung low. I wasn’t able to pronounce a thing and the soft brush of her fingers on me didn’t do any better “Honey, I know you the best, you’re worried about something, it’s obvious. Please tell me so I can help you”
Just more silence.
Her frown disappeared only to be replaced by a earnest stare “Harry, what the hell is happening”
This was the moment.
The uncomfortable feeling in the upper part of my stomach grew and grew wider with his silence. Usually, when Harry had to tell something he just went straight at it and didn’t create this much tension, right now he was doing exactly the opposite, which meant the thing wasn’t any good. I looked down at his hands, they were intertwined and rubbed nervously against each other.
The heartbreaking look he gave me when he raised his head shattered me into thousands of pieces.
“You know before we knew each other I applied for the army, right?”
“Today a guy brought me a letter… from the army… it said-”
“No… Harry please no” I interrupted him, knowing since that precise moment what his next words were going to be. He couldn’t do more than facing downwards “I’m so sorry…” Suddenly I felt out of breath, a heavy weight in my chest oppressed me. I noticed that hideous itching in my nose which showed up only when I was about to cry “No Harry. No, no, no! Please tell me this is a prank, where’s the camera? Harry tell me this is whatever you want but don’t you dare to tell me this is true” his sorrowful gaze intensified more as he said his next words “Jess, this is real… I’m leaving tomorrow” I couldn’t hold my tears anymore, he immediately wrapped his arms around me and whispered soothing words to my ear “Shh love, we’ll make it through this, don’t cry please, it breaks my heart, you don’t know how much It does” and although I knew he tried to calm me down, his words only made me cry more.
What was going to happen since this? Was I going to see the love of my life again? How was I going to carry on without him? A bunch of questions came to my mind and increased my worry. “Harry, I’m so afraid, I don’t want to lose you” he moved from the couch and squatted in front of me, holding my hand tightly “Baby, you don’t have to fear anything. Everything’s gonna be okay, you’re not going to lose me, I promise” he delicately kissed the back of my hand, looking straight at my eyes “C’mon Harry, you know that isn’t true, in the war nothing’s certain, once you’re there you don’t know what will happen next” more tears streamed down my face “Listen to me, when I say I swear I’m coming back, I mean it. I don’t care if that’s the last thing I do in my entire life” The confidence and determination in his words eased my state and gave me that glint of hope I needed, he always fulfilled his promises after all.
He got up and offered me his hand “Get up” I did as he said “Okay, this wasn’t the way I planned it. I wanted this night to be the one you remembered as the happiest of your life not the saddest” I tilted my head in confusion “Jess, six years ago, I didn’t know what love was, nor I believed in it; six years ago, I couldn’t figure myself head over heels for someone; six years ago I didn’t know what having a home was… six years ago I didn’t have you. A year later, I spotted a cute lost girl in the middle of the station and something today still unknown told me ‘Why don’t you go and help her?’ I did so, and when you looked at me with those naive eyes, I knew you were coming into my life to change it completely… I was right” he made a pause, trying not to let his emotions get through the speech “Even though you knew my past wasn’t a good one, you didn’t stop seeing me as something way better than the piece of shit I was, you helped me find the real inner me, you made me a better person… you… saved me” his deep voice dimmed as he said his last words, I knew he was reminiscing those times. I gently tucked some strands of his hair on his ear, trying to bring him back to reality. He kneeled down and opened a small box he got out from his back pocket, revealing the most beautiful ring I had ever seen “I know it isn’t the best moment to ask this but… will you marry me?” A broad smile drew in my face as I went down to the floor and kissed him intensely, breathing out against his lips “Of course I’ll marry you” his eyes brightened. He cupped my face and brought his lips against mine again, moving slowly in sync. My heartbeat rose with every single brush; this kiss was meaningful, with it he established his promise of coming back “Love, with this ring I swear to you I’ll fight with all my strength to come back. I’ll be here to make you my wife and be by your side forever, okay?” “Okay.”
We got lost in our orbs. Jess’ chocolate eyes were still swollen due to all the tears, yet she looked like an angel.
I didn’t want to believe that was one of the last opportunities I had to see the glisten of her gaze before leaving for a long time.
She picked my hand in a warm, soft grip “This is going to be so hard” another time tears began forming in her eyes “Don’t cry, I hate to see you like this” I placed a kiss on her wet pomule, moving to her cheek. My lips slowly dragged from there and ended up on hers, brushing but not reaching the kiss. She closed her eyes and sighed at the feeling, squeezing my sides “Please…” her cinnamon scent hit me, creating a sea of lumps in my stomach. I cupped her cheek with one hand, while the other brought her closer. The kiss was needy, we tried to get the most of each other, feel all the love expressed with it.
As it got more intense a bunch of images came to my mind; the morning kisses I used to steal taking advantage she was asleep, the secret touches we would share before anyone knew about our relationship, the days we used to spend sprawled in bed, sharing our deepest thoughts; the moments of mutual support… all that now had to be kept under lock and key in my memories.
The familiar taste of the kiss contained a new ingredient: sadness; at one point I was able to notice a tear slip into it.
Her lips felt so damn good it was painful.
When air began to lack, we pulled away and rested our foreheads against each other. Her hot breath fanned over my lips and with her hands she traced figures over my chest, beneath my shirt, making small shivers travel down my spine.
In that moment I realised I needed to make her feel loved one last time before I left. I wanted to prove my commitment and leave her clear she was the one thing I was going to fight for.
But before I could say a thing she let out a faint whisper “Harry, make love to me. Prove me you mean it when you say you’ll fight to come back”
And so I did.
I grabbed her hand and kissed its back, meeting her gaze, and lifting us up. I brushed the little facial hair I had against it, tickling the area and provoking ethereal giggles come out of her mouth, which made me smile “C’mere” she said, I brought my lips to hers and they danced along at a slow, sensual rhythm.
I captured every single brush in my mind, I was going to miss her so much…
Her hands travelled from my back up to my hair, tugging delicately at it, and making the hair on my arms rise. I broke the kiss trailing all the way of her neck, breathing in her scent. She let out a whimper when I placed a wet kiss on her soft spot, and a gasp when I cupped the back of her thighs to wrap her legs around me, carrying her to the bedroom.
Once there I sat her carefully in the middle of the mattress, like the valuable treasure she was. I crawled to meet her and admired the blessing I had right in front of my eyes, looking back at me with the same admiration. She sat on her knees and moved upwards to leave a chaste kiss on my forehead, moving away just to pull the hem of my shirt upwards and get rid of it. I breathed out a “You’re so beautiful” and she began tracing the figures inked on my skin, leaving a kiss on them when she finished. I let out a long sigh and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling of her plump lips exploring my chest in the sweetest way.
During her journey down my torso she came across the scar which laid upon on one of my sides. She stared at it, finally spreading kisses over it “I love you”. That pecks she left on my scar, which was the mark of a dark past, a past she shed a light on, reminded me of the many scars she helped me heal, I’m not talking only about the physical ones but the ones of the soul as well.
I unbuttoned her shirt slowly, I didn’t have any rush, this was about expressing all our feelings without words and we needed to take our time. Once her piece of cloth was removed and laid next to mine, I attached my lips to her chest, as I unclasped her bra. I had to feel her against me. We both moaned at the contact, as she straddled me. I placed my hands around her waist and brushed my lips against her collarbone, travelling down the valley of her breasts as she whimpered closing her eyes “H- Harry, kiss me” I looked up to her and remembered that very first time we kissed. It was the most clumsy yet adorable moment ever. She tried to make the first movement but completely failed. I still can make out the moment when she turned around and walked to me with really determined steps just to end up tripping and falling on my arms. She radiated shame and her cheeks were beyond red. In that moment I realised she was the most beautiful person in planet Earth, so I moved my head downwards and kissed her.
I did the same this time, obeying her orders. This one had more passion, our mouths fought against each other, our hands roamed all over our bodies. I moved forward laying her on her back and now I was the one hovering. I unbuttoned her jeans and left feather kisses on the smooth skin of her hips and legs as I slid them down, following I got rid of mine.
Now the only barrier among us was our underwear.
As my eyes travelled up her body I met her slightly red cheeks. I brushed my pads against them and let out a snicker. That blush made me reminisce the most magical experience in my life: our first time. I was the first person to touch her, to see her in her most vulnerable state. She was genuinely nervous and, when she tried to cover the beauty of her innocent body from my gaze, I felt I could burst right there in fondness. That night I didn’t do anything else that whispering sweet nothings to her ear to make her feel comfortable and safe between my arms. “So many years since the first time but you still blush… I love you so much” I nuzzled my head on her neck, sucking on her soft spot, the moan she let out sounded like heaven for me. I slided down to her breasts, paying attention to both of them, I craved for hearing that sound again. As I got lower I noticed she was ready for what we both desired so much. I looked to her and she nodded, allowing me to slide her last piece of cloth, looking directly at her eyes, following, I did the same with mine.
We both moaned at the feeling, not only because of being body against body but soul against soul. “Hold on love, let me get your necklace out” She frowned as I undid the clasp “I just want you to wear the ring while doing this”
“I love you”
“I love you too.”
And with that we connected our bodies, becoming one.
The room filled with our moans, tender touches and specially, love.
The sun was rising, which meant there were only a few hours left before Harry’s departure.
I woke up not noticing anything beside me, which made me open my eyes instantly, did I sleep in and he left without saying goodbye? I got out of bed and reached for one of harry’s sweatshirts, rushing downstairs “Harry?” there was no answer “Harry?!” the same as before, I ran searching for him in all the rooms the house had, until I found his slightly bowed figure looking at the landscape our garden led to. I let out a long breath in relief, the hideous feeling leaving my stomach. “Hey, I didn’t find you anywhere, I was afraid you left without saying goodbye” he turned around to see me “Morning beautiful. I’ve been here all the time, I’d never do that to you” “What time is it?” “Seven“ “Only an hour left” “yeah…” we didn’t say anything else, the both of us staring at the rays of sun which gradually showed up from the horizon.
“I’ll write you whenever I have the opportunity” I smiled, looking down to my jewelled finger “Couldn’t wait longer to hear those words” he threw his arm across my back and brought me closer to him “I’m very proud of you” “Why?” “Because you’re taking this the best way. I knew you were strong, but this has left me with no words” I grinned “At first I didn’t process it the best way, but who would? I mean it’s hard to listen your boyfriend-” “Now fiancé” he corrected me, making me let out a loud laugh “Excuse me sir, as I was saying, it’s hard to listen from your fiancé he is going to the war for an unknown period of time. But you promised you were coming back and I fully trust in you… besides it’s not use to freak about this, it wouldn’t change a thing, would it?” “No, and that’s why I love you baby, you are the most mature woman I’ve ever met” I smiled, resting my head on his shoulder.
The sound of the doorbell made us automatically intertwine hands “It’s the time” I sadly nodded. We walked to the door, once we opened it a tall middle aged man stood in front of us “Good morning, I’m Colonel Franklin Western, I’ve come to pick up soldier Mr. Harry Styles” “Yeah, that’s me. Could you give me a minute?” “I will be waiting for you in the bus, don’t take too long please” “Thanks” Harry turned to face me “I love you, I love you endlessly, please don’t forget it. I’ll be back I promise. I’ll be back to make you my wife and to be by your side forever. I’ll fight for you, okay?” I nodded as a lump settled in my throat “Harry I’ll wait for you, even if it’s for a thousand years, when you come back I’ll be right here with my arms wide opened” he kissed me, that was going to be our last kiss for a while. I got the most of the moment, to remember the sensation of his lips against mine for as much time as I could. Our heavy breaths fanned against each other’s lips. I brought my hands to the clasp of my necklace undoing it “Take it with you okay? As a reminder that I’m with you, no matter we’re oceans away” He gave me warm smile as I placed it on him “See you soon Jess” “See you soon Harry”.
* A year later*
“Jess, I’ve just seen the postman, should we go and check?” My best friend Zoey said “What are we waiting for?” Every time the postman appeared I ran to the postbox in attempt to find a letter from Harry. After a whole year I haven’t received anything from him, yet I believed he was fighting to get back to me. I picked the lot of letters and searched for his one, I didn’t find anything. “Nothing… there’s nothing!” Disappointment was the only thing I could feel at that moment, but as I said before, after a year without news from him I got used to the feeling “Uhm Jess, I think you haven’t looked well enough…” “What do you mean?” “There’s one letter left” I frowned and looked inside, a white envelope appeared on my vision “It must be another bill…” “Well, why don’t you pick it and see?” I introduced my hand and picked it, my fingers covered the emitter. For an unknown reason I felt very nervous “Jess, move your hand so you can see who is it from" “I know Zoe but… I’m nervous” “Oh C'mon Jess!” She laughed and took it from my hand, once she read what was written the giggles stopped “Uhm here you have Jess” ‘From: Soldier Harry Edward Styles’ “Oh my… Zoey!” I covered my mouth with my hands and began to shake “Jess are you shaking?” “H- he’s alive… He’s alive!” I shouted “I knew he was going to keep his promise!” I hugged my brunette friend “Let’s get in so you can read it” we walked towards the house “ I’ll leave you some time to read it in private. I’ll prepare us something to eat” “Thanks, You’re the best friend ever” She smiled “Yeah yeah, now go and read that fluffy letter” While I made my way to the garden I felt how nervousness took control of my body. Once there I opened it quickly, I took a deep breath, preparing myself for his words:
'Monday 7th of September
It’s been a year since I left, and I’m here writing you this letter, I’m keeping my promise!
You haven’t got any idea of how much I miss you baby, I know you do too.
I’ve written you a bunch of letters during all this time but I think you haven’t received any of them because there’s been no answer back from you. I understand it, the colonel told us of a hundred letters sent, twenty only reach their destinations, I hope i’m lucky this time and you get to read this.
Things here are being hard, not gonna lie, but the thought of one day coming back home to you and our bright future helps me take this as easy as the situación allows it.
I want to mention that I dream of you every single night, imagining I’m in front of you admiring how good you look on your wedding dress, staring at your eyes and listening those words I’m yearning to hear from you “I do”.
Before I go to sleep and when I wake up I kiss the necklace you gave me. I feel somehow I’m kissing you, although it’s way too far from being that.
I’ve made some friends here, their names are Louis, Liam and Niall. During this time we’ve had the opportunity to get to know our stories, they all have something to fight for and they work hard everyday to reach their purposes. We all take care of each other. I was wondering if you’re okay with them attending our wedding, they’re very nice lads and we’ve grown really strong bonds.
As I assume you’ve never received any of my previous letters, you must be very worried and even have started to think I wasn’t able to keep my promise. If this letter reaches you I want you to stop thinking that way because I’m alive and giving my everything.
If you receive this reply me, I need to read how you’re feeling.
Stay strong, please.
I love you, always,
As I read the letter I felt a great relief. His words made me renew my hope. I ran to the studio to write another one as a reply for him, placing on it all the feelings I got to experiment during all that awful year.
*6 months later *
The rays of sunlight hitting on my face made me wake up from my deep sleep, I snuggled in the pillow that replaced Harry’s body. Breathing in his fresh scent as if he was right there, probably because of the shirt I was wearing, which was his. I brought the pillow closer to me noticing it was harder than usual “What’s this?” I frowned propping myself up “Morning baby!” I opened my eyes wide, being unable to pronounce any word “Hey, are you okay?” The bewilderment didn’t let me say a thing “I-I-I… Harry!!!” I immediately hugged him as tears of happiness slid down my cheeks. He opened his arms taking me into the embrace “God I missed you so much… I can’t believe I’m here” he broke the hug and began spreading kisses all over my face and neck as I giggled. I straddled him and went to tug at his curls, finding there were none “Where’s your hair?” He laughed “I had to cut it, they didn’t allow anyone to have a longer hair than this one” he pointed his brand new haircut “Oh, I’ll miss your curls… but I have nothing against this one, looks really good on you” he chuckled, and the sound made shivers travel down my spine, how I missed his voice, his touch, everything about him. “This year and a half has been the hardest in my life. Not knowing how you were or felt killed me everyday” he moved his head downwards his face ending in contact with my chest “Baby I know, I’ve felt that way too… but now you’re here, with me, we don’t have any reason to be sad anymore” I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly “Ouch!” he whimpered in pain “What?” “I’ve got some bruises on my chest” I moved away and got rid of his shirt. His chest was stained with purple spots and some scars “Oh Harry” I pushed him down the bed and placed a kiss on every foreign spot in his torso, in attempt to reduce the pain. “Better?” “Yeah…” he answered as he closed his eyes.
I let out a snicker when I saw how his chest lifted and went down with every breath, he was falling asleep. With a raspy voice he said “Let’s continue sleeping, I want to cuddle with my baby” to what I answered “And I want to wrap my arms around you and never let you go” We slid in the covers, closing our eyes. Time after I heard some snores coming out from his mouth, that sound which irritated me before, now made me the happiest woman in the world. Little by little I took off to the land of dreams with him.
He came back… he came back for me, as he promised.
You felt his arms wrap around you as you watched the rise and fall of your childrens’ chests. He rested his chin on your shoulder and you heard him sigh next to your ear. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.” You couldn’t hold back the giggle that arose from your chest.
“Shh, babe, I said when they’re ASLEEP. Let’s try to keep it that way.” He whispered
“You know we are going to have to move them to their beds, they can’t stay on the couch all night.” Jensen sighed and tucked his right arm under his son’s neck, left arm under his little knees. The little boy rustled in his daddy’s arms, never really fully waking up, a small groan passing over his lips before nestling his head into Jensen’s chest. You felt a huge wave of pride wash over you as you watched your husband carry his son up the stairs to his bedroom.
You scooped your daughter into your own arms, much like Jensen had. She woke up and gave you a sleepy smile, one that resembled her father’s. “I love you mommy.” She whispered before wrapping her little arms around your neck and resting her head on your shoulder. You fought back the tears of joy as you tiptoed up the stairs, her words echoing in your head until you pulled her door closed behind you.
You felt stupid for getting so emotional over something so small, you tried hiding the tears falling down your cheeks from Jensen but as always, nothing ever went unnoticed by him.
“Why are you crying, babe?” concern laced his voice as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace.
“I’m just so happy. You, the kids, our lives. I couldn’t ask for anything else and I have you to thank for all of it. I love you, Jay.” He lifted your chin with a finger, locking his eyes with yours.
“I love you too, Y/N. Let’s go to bed. Maybe we can work on adding a third?”
“We will see what happens. You know I can’t say no to the fun that comes with trying though.” You sent him a flirty wink over your shoulder as you sauntered off to your bedroom.
Chris Evans x reader (mostly between Chris and your daughter)
Warnings: literally just all fluff. like you might die from all the fluff. you’re welcome.
All credit goes to Marvel.
The first time Chris ever surprised your daughter,
Daisy, was when she was four years old. She loved having Chris as a dad and
loved hearing his stories from all the different movies he worked on. Her first
words to almost everyone she met were: “Do you know Captain America? That’s my
daddy!” On “Bring Your Parent to School” day, a skype call was set up so Chris
could still be there and tell everyone about what he does. Nothing made Daisy
happier than hearing from her dad.
On this day in particular, you and Daisy were getting
ready to go pick him up from the airport. She had been talking about it
non-stop and counting down the weeks and days until you got to go see him
again. “Momma, hurry up! Daddy’s plane is landing soon and we’re going to get
caught in traffic!” You couldn’t help but laugh from your place at the kitchen
sink, doing some last minute dishes before Chris came home.
“Just let me finish these up, okay? How about you go
brush your teeth and get your coat on? Bring the flowers out, too, okay?” She nodded
eagerly and bounced off to the bathroom. When you heard the lock, you smiled
and were nearly jumping out of your skin.
You quietly opened the front door of your home and all
but jumped into Chris’s arms, peppering him with kisses and hugging the life
out of him. He gave you one long kiss before setting you back on the floor and
letting himself in, pulling flowers of his own from behind his back. “Where’s
the bug?” He whispered.
“Bathroom.” You mouthed. He nodded and got down to his
knees on the floor with his arms outstretched, flowers in hand, waiting for his
daughter to come. He couldn’t help the dorky smile etched on his face, but he
couldn’t find a reason to care. Both your smiles grew when you heard the
bathroom door open.
“Momma, what if-,” she paused, seeing Chris. Her mouth
fell open and she ran. “Daddy!” She screamed.
“Hey, bug! I got you flowers!” He said, still
squeezing Daisy. She pulled from him, pushing her flowers into his face, making
“Daddy, I got you flowers, too!”
“That’s great, let’s go put them in a vase so they can
be together, okay?” Chris looked up at you and you shared a big smile.
The second time Chris surprised Daisy was at her
ballet recital when she was 9 years old. She had been so discouraged that her
dad couldn’t be there to see her, and skyping him before the big show was the
only thing that brought a small smile on her face. “Hey, you go out there and
you kick ass, okay? And don’t tell your mother what I just said,” she finally
laughed. “I gotta go, bug. You’re going to do great. I’ll see you soon, I
promise.” With that, Chris ended the call and you walked inside the building
together to find your seats before the show began.
“You’re a great dad, you know that?” You asked him.
Chris smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders.
“I try my best.” He said casually. You laughed with
him and sat down in the plush red theater seats.
“You’re a great husband, too.” You said, he looked
down, smiling at you before placing a kiss on your forehead. You snuggled into his
“Well, having a great wife helps. I love you, Y/N
Evans.” You tilted your chin up, locking your lips in a kiss that melted your
heart like so many times before. You pulled apart when the curtains pulled open
and you watched with pure glee as Daisy’s eyes quickly scanned the audience,
looking for her mother.
But when her eyes landed on Chris, not even the
brightest of stars could outshine her smile.
The third time Chris surprised Daisy was when she was
five days away from turning 15 years old. Following in her dad’s footsteps, she
joined drama club at her new high school and going to acting workshops every
Friday night. She completely invested herself into acting. Her dream was to one
day star side-by-side in a movie with her dad.
One night at one of her workshops, she was given a
script and was told she was only allowed to read it as she was acting it. It
was a small class this night, only five or six other people, and everyone was
dressed for the cold New England, February weather with big jackets and scarves
This confused Daisy because they were inside and it
wasn’t that cold in the building, but she didn’t ask. The director called up
Daisy and a tall man who still hadn’t removed the scarf covering his lower
face. He was wearing a pair of glasses and a blue beanie with a grey jacket and
The pair began going back and forth in lines for
fifteen minutes and it was going really well, until Daisy got to one line that
made her pause. “Maybe the man in front of me is someone I don’t expect,” she
peered up at the man curiously. He nodded at her, signaling for her to find out
who the mystery man was. She slowly and cautiously removed his scarf. She
didn’t even have to remove the glasses or beanie before she burst out laughing
at the sight of her dad.
Chris had been filming a long, gruesome movie in
Antarctica for the past year and he hadn’t been able to find time to come home.
He had told Daisy that he’d try his best to be home in time for her birthday,
but not to get too excited just in case he couldn’t make it work.
But here he stood, in front of Daisy as happy tears
spilled from her eyes. The audience stood up, making to clap, but instead
peeling off their own disguises. Sebastian, Anthony, Scarlett, Elizabeth, and
Robert all came up to the stage, embracing your daughter in a bone-crushing
hug. “I knew you’d be home in time!”
“When have I ever let you down?”
The fourth, and possibly biggest surprise Chris had
planned for Daisy was for her 16th birthday. “I can’t believe you
got our daughter a Lexus for her birthday.” You said. Chris laughed as your
daughter squealed in delight at the eggshell white car parked center squared of
your driveway. A big pink bow sat on top.
“Well what were you planning on getting her?” He
“Something that won’t cost half of her college fund to
“That’s what insurance is for. Besides, tell me this
isn’t the happiest you’ve seen her in a while.” You finally gave in and smiled,
leaning into your husband as his arms wrapped tightly around you. “No boys in there!”
Chris shouted out to Daisy, who was running around the car, taking pictures of
it. You gave his arm a light swat.
“Oh, like you weren’t trying to get with girls at her
age!” You laughed.
“But I was respectful about it, I took them out to
dinner first. I paid the bill, and then they faked nausea and I drove them
“If only they knew back then that they were dumping
“I’m glad they dumped Captain America, I wouldn’t have
found you if they hadn’t,” He pressed a kiss to your temple and you smiled,
leaning further into him until you were impossible close. “This may be Daisy’s
big day, but 16 years ago, you were the one that brought her into this world. I
know I may not be the best father, but you are the best mother. You make the sacrifices
that I can’t. I know I’m not home often, but you still always leave the light
on for me. I don’t thank you enough.” You reached up to him, taking his face in
your hands and pressing a long kiss to his lips, earning a loud groan of
disgust from Daisy.
The fifth, and possibly the best in Daisy’s opinion,
wasn’t even really a surprise. Her happiness was just equal to all of the joy
Chris has brought her since the first surprise.
Daisy was distractedly straightening out her gown and
her hair, making sure she looked picture perfect. Her mom and dad and all of
their friends sat in one of the back rows, giving her encouraging smiles. She
pulled lightly on the tassel from her cap, sending them a bright smile back.
This was it. She was 18. She was finally graduating.
She had spent nearly all day doing her hair and makeup
with all of her friends. Tears were shed at the thought of not seeing them
every day anymore, but it was mostly a breath of relief to be out of there. “Daisy
Evans.” Her head snapped up to her principal. She hadn’t even been paying
attention. She took a deep breath.
She smiled brightly, walking across the stage. Despite
the principal politely asking everyone to wait until the end of the ceremony to
clap, loud whoops were still heard from the back of the auditorium coming from
Sebastian and Anthony. You reached over, clapping a hand over each of their
mouths before smiling apologetically at the people who turned to look at them.
Seb let out a quiet “woo!” making everyone in the
general area start laughing hysterically. Daisy couldn’t hide the blush
creeping up on her cheeks from her “uncles” antics. This wasn’t an uncommon
thing, either. They did this every time she won an award from her sports or her
academics. They all made sure everyone knew who Daisy was.
Daisy ran off stage, launching herself straight into
you and Chris’s arms, making all of us stumble slightly backwards. We laughed
nonetheless. Soon enough, everyone else piled into the hug as some laughed and
some cried that Daisy was done with high school. Having known her all of her
life, the “Avengers” cast became her family and they, as much as you and Chris,
dreaded seeing her grow up.
“I’m proud of you, kid.” Chris mumbled into the hug.
Basically what the title says. I was curious how much I’d actually written for these guys, so I spliced the new prompt requests in chronological order with (most) of the story so far. Might even have a novel at the end of this haha :P
“Easy there,” the
human said. They steadied the young man in front of them in the forest, stumbling,
wild-eyed – handsome. “You alright, mate? Bit of a heavy night’s drinking?”
What the hell was anyone doing in the middle of nowhere!?
The man clutched at him, eyes going up and down him, assessing the human’s
rucksack, his hiking gear. By comparison, the stranger was dressed in little
more than – oh god, they were dressed in goddamn flower garlands. Nothing else.
Just flowers. Like some risqué version of Midsummer’s Night Dream. A stag
“Now,” the stranger declared. “You’re just lovely. Are you running away too?”
Neil wasn’t a fan of inebriants. He had a rocky relationship with alcohol at the best of times, and would characterise his acquaintance with any other form of drug to be downright hostile. Some of it was to do with what Andrew had done to him, before such things as trust and hate and an ever-increasing percentage. Most of it was from fear.
His mother had always told him that a man who couldn’t run was as good as dead. A man too drunk to stand or too high off his face to see the danger around him wouldn’t even feel the knife between his shoulder blades or the gun between his eyes before he was bleeding on the ground. The beating that followed a high school party stint when he was sixteen was harsh enough to ensure he would never forget that.
But things were different now. There was no danger here. At least, not enough that he had to be afraid all the time. Caution was in his nature, but he wasn’t alone anymore. He had Andrew, all the foxes, and the walls of fox tower itself between him and anyone who would wish to do him harm.
Sometimes, rarely, but sometimes, that was enough for him to let go.
Drinking wasn’t entirely foreign to him. He was no stranger to the buzz from a bottle of whiskey. Memories of a gas station bathroom, the pain of hastily done stitches, and his mother’s hoarse voice telling him to keep drinking while she pulled needle through skin, made sure of that. But drinking to excess, for the purpose of it, that was still strange.
He had to remind himself that he didn’t have to stop once he felt the heat in his cheeks, once his thoughts started to feel a little heavier, a little funnier. He had to remind himself that he had decided to do this, just tonight, because he wanted to.
Andrew slid the tumbler across the increasingly sticky table, elbowing Nicky in the stomach before the already drunk backliner could make a grab for it. Neil caught it and cradled it in his hand, watching the way the amber liquid sloshed around the glass. He smiled at it, at everything it represented.
“Drink your fucking whiskey, Neil,” Andrew said.
With a smirk and a wink, eyes locked with Andrew’s, Neil did.
Oooooh! If you arill taking prompts, could you do #7 with Mitsunari and stubborn mc please?
7. “Get out of the way before I murder you.”
When you had time to reflect on it later, there were any
number of possible reasons why, in that particular moment, as Mitsunari leveled
his blade at your throat and uttered those murderous words, that you nearly
went for his.
Perhaps it was because you had been awake nearly forty-eight
hours, since there had been no one else Doctor Douzan trusted enough to assist with
Perhaps it had been because the visiting Lord Ieyasu had
already rejected your menu plan four times, and the one he was demanding required ingredients you were perilously short on.
Perhaps it was the weather, drizzly, gray, and gross.
And perhaps it was just because you were absolutely tired of having your life bloody threatened every time you turned
around in this castle.
He saw it. He probably recognized what you were about to do
before you did, for it seemed like your hands moved entirely on their own even
as his eyes widened in alarm and shifted into a defensive counter, and it wasn’t
until you heard the ringing crack of your cooking pot whalloping upside the
hilt of his weapon, that you realized quite what you’d done.
Not that it mattered, really, your tongue had gone gallivanting
off at full and enthusiastic speed, equally without your brain’s permission, in
the meantime, “Ooooh, you just try it,
Lord Mitsunari!” Your pot banged back onto your prep space as you whirled away
raving, “How shall you do it this time?” Bang!
The lid joined the pot, “Skewer, slash?” Crash! A spoon was now waving at his face, gripped in your hand
like a conquering destiny, “Perhaps you shall just read to me and I shall die of boredom.”
There were footsteps now, whispers—some of them rather gleeful—and eyes peering
around the frame of the kitchen door. You paid them no heed, spoon waving even
closer to a very unamused appearing Lord Mitsunari, “I shall not get out of your way and I shall not be murdered for it. Because if you do murder me, you can be the one to prepare Lord Ieyasu’s meals—“ That hit
landed, you saw, in the disgusted, wretching twist of his lips, and you grabbed
your pot once more, noticing as some of the other kitchen help fled immediately
to the corners. Someone—Sakon, the somewhat dismayed and vastly overruled,
rational part of your brain noted—was taking notes, giggling gleefully. “And you can find three more sacks of squid
and you can be up to your armpits in
squid slime and then my ghost shall
come demand that you get out of the way
or I will murder you, and you will stand there, surrounded by squid that have
to be grilled in half the time, with half the help, haunted to heck and back and regret this precise
moment, now won’t you?”
“Aaah…ha, oh dear.”
That was Hideyoshi, and you turned, gasping, and sure enough,
he was in the doorway, smiling kindly as half the castle gathered around him.
You did not quite have the courage—his gentle voice draining the fire from your
stubborn soul—to turn and look at Mitsunari, but you could imagine his stern
countenance, frown etched into his features and gaze flat. Whatever impulsive rage had been stirred up settled…as long as you didn’t think about what had set it off.
“Were you threatening our chef again, Mitsu? You shouldn’t do
You found yourself unable to look at the other retainers,
flushed scarlet, and quickly turned back to your pot, doling out squid to ready for the grill. But you felt your shoulders tense, feeling more than
hearing the dismayed, “Hmph.” From the other man in the kitchen.
Silence. You felt yourself frown, chin locking in a grimace
and determined to ignore him.
Hideyoshi sighed. “We all have things to be doing now, I’m
sure?” The words practically sparkled, their brightness a shocking
counterpoint, and you felt the footsteps scatter, with a gleeful whistle from
Sakon as he offered you a thumbs up before scampering off. “Need any help?”
“No.” It was Mitsunari who answered, and startled, you looked
up to realize he was across from you, glaring furiously at the pot of squid,
before shoving a hand in and removing it, a skewer in the other.
You didn’t notice Hideyoshi leave, staring in shock as
Mitsunari shoved the squid through with more violence than was strictly
necessary, tossing it aside and reaching for the next.
“Not like—“ You started, and his livid glare stopped you. But
this time, you managed a smile, sheepish but there all the same, and reached
for his hands, showing him as you mumbled, “Like this.”
I figured I'd message you back here! For a request, what about Izaya being told 'I love you' for the first time? I don't think anyone's ever said it to him, so I wonder what his reaction would be.
I was really excited once I read this prompt and it was so fun to write~! The poor, evil child needs some love tbh~
He loved humans. He loved humanity. He was infatuated with the push and pull of emotions that humans caused in their inevitable and inescapable turmoil. He never thought he would be a victim of such things.
Izaya was the curator; coordinator of all havoc and misfortune in this city. No matter how many times he walked into other people’s lives and directly polluted their state of being, he never actually set foot in their fragile reality. He had never played a part, had only directed. And this person, with bright eyes and subtle smiles, forced him into the quaint human reality he had avoided for so long.
“Forced” may be too gentle a word for what actually happened. They tied a noose of red ribbon and slung it around his neck as they whispered phrases that were so alien to him. He thought he had transcended not only the petty human reality he toyed with but his own idea of real life. All the while, he was being dragged through the mud and grime by this miraculous creature he has involved himself with.
“Who are you playing with today, Izaya?” they said quietly, resting their arms around his neck and reading the messages presented in the colorful chatroom before the two of them.
Izaya leaned his head back until it was just barely grazing the jut of their chin. He spoke just as quietly, “Why, none other than the infamous leader of the Dollars~.”
They nodded silently, toying with a piece of black hair and smiling at the contented sigh that they got in return. “You’ve corrupted him quite a lot, haven’t you, Iza?” they asked, unphased by his hobby. They’d never really cared about the bad things Izaya did, only focused on living their lives and the triumph of receiving special affection from the chaotic neutral, pseudo-god of this world.
He laughed. Not an eccentric, worrisome cackle, but something more gentle. It was a sound that sweetened the air around them in subtle increments. Each breath preparing the world for the next bit of harmony he brought into their life, doing the opposite for the rest of the world. His laughter slowly faded into familiar phrases, “Corrupted is such a strong word. I’m simply showing my love for my dear humans. You’re still my favorite, of course.”
They nuzzled the back of Izaya’s ear before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. His fingers, which were typing vigorously, stuttered, resulting in a misspelled word. Quickly, he fixed his error and mumbled, slightly out of focus from his previous task, “What was that for, my dear Y/N-chan?”
“I’m simply showing how I love you, my dear Iza-kun~.” they said, a small giggle escaping past his ear.
He turned swiftly, pulling them into his lap. A slender hand held their chin steady, eyes locked. Izaya’s pupils darted across their countenance, his own face expressionless but his eyes searching violently for any sign of a lie. He seemed desperate to find the joke lying behind their words to save his carefully built world from crumbling to pieces and consequently came up short.
No-one had ever told him such a thing. As far as he could remember, his own parents hadn’t said anything remotely close to those three valuable words even as he left to live on his own at the young age that he did. “Now, don’t tease me, Y/N-chan. That’s very rude of you,” he spoke with forced amusement.
Drowning in your own head never looked so subtle, and unfortunately, Izaya certainly was drowning. They had seen him do things that broke people into pieces, they’ve watched him stab people and carry himself with an unwavering sense of calmness. He has destroyed and rebuilt the very foundations of people’s minds and he has never felt an ounce of regret; Izaya has never hesitated. This very moment pushed him beyond hesitation and into an unfamiliar fear because of this creature, surpassing human qualities, is more than qualified to carry his relentlessly devoted trust. He is so afraid of being destroyed by this monster he has sworn to protect, afraid of what his trust would bring him.
“I could never be rude to you and you know that,” they said, placing their hand over his own and pulling its grasp away from their chin. They placed his palm flat over their heart and smiled faintly, the same adoring grin they gave him every day was revealing something he’d never noticed. It was a genuine kindness only shown to him and it shook him to the core as he looked back on the months he’s spent with this remarkable being. That smile was what woke him every morning and what put him to sleep at night, and the racing heartbeat under his palm reassured him that this monster was here to protect, not to kill.
It was then that Izaya finally lets out his more recognizable laugh, bordering a cackle and almost visibly distressed. “Aren’t you the one who just accused me of corrupting children?” he said, blatantly avoiding the subject that had thrown him through a disastrous onslaught of thoughts.
“I am. Now, are you going to continue to look petrified or are you going to kiss me and tell me you love me too?” They leaned forward, nose clumsily bumping his in childlike eagerness.
Izaya kissed them, short and sweet. He prided himself on the way they leaned in further, chasing his lips, before mumbling quietly, “You’re my favorite human.” He kissed them again, a little longer this time as he hummed against their mouth.
They pulled away and sighed in an amused contentedness before saying, laughter in their voice, “That works too, Izaya.”
//WARNING: CURSING, NO REAL RELATIONSHIP (YET, POSSIBLY ANOTHER PART COMING?)//
//NOTE: I haven’t really written in this point of view before, it was kinda difficult, LOL. But It was inspired by the song in bold below, click the link to listen to it while reading. Love you all!//
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Bucky walked into the party and looked around. Tony Stark was very well known for his frequent gatherings, but this was the first one he had gone to. Gorgeous women and alcoholic beverages were in abundance, and he saw the other Avengers scattered around the room having a blast.
But this wasn’t his kind of scene. He still hated large crowds and lots of noise, which were the two things this party was made of. But Steve had thought it would be a good idea for him to socialize with some other people, so here he was. “Alright, Buck. Get a drink, say hi - just try, okay?” Steve said, smiling at Natasha, who was across the room, and placing a reassuring hand on Buck’s shoulder. However, when Buck winced at the unanticipated contact, he removed the hand.
“Alright, I will. Thanks Steve,” Bucky mumbled, just loud enough to be audible over the music - That’s What I Like by Bruno Mars. So no one listens to swing anymore? He thought to himself. Everything had changed, it was still odd to him.
His eyes kept trailing aimlessly around the room until they stopped on someone. She was gorgeous in a tight fitting dress with an asymmetrical sleeve. She threw back her head and laughed, and Buck cracked the smallest smile. He wanted to make her laugh more. He turned around to ask Steve who she was, but he was gone. He looked around the room and saw him standing over there by Natasha, laughing at something she said. He began walking over to ask him, and then he remembered what Steve had said. Say hi, he thought to himself. He turned back to the girl.
What do I say to an angel like that? He kept eyeing her and then quickly looked away when her eyes met his and she smiled. He felt a warm feeling traveling through him, butterflies in his stomach, and a blush rising up to his cheeks.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her turn to her friend and then back to him, and then - oh God, she was walking over. Fuck. What to say, what to say? You’re gorgeous? Shit, no, that’s creepy as hell. Come up with something - too late. She was practically in front of him now. “Hello. James, isn’t it?” She said in the kindest voice.
Buck turned to her and immediately gulped. She was even more beautiful up close. He hoped the lighting would conceal the red blooming on his face. “Yeah - but, uh - everyone just calls me Bucky.” He told her, smiling sheepishly. She looked at him in confusion at the mention of his nickname. “My middle name is Buchanan, so everyone just says Bucky or Buck. It’s shorter.”
“Oh. Well my name is (name).” The girl chimed happily, ignoring the obvious awkwardness of the situation. “I saw you looking at me, you know.”
“Oh - shit, sorry, that probably seemed really creepy,” he laughed weakly and returned his gaze from her face to the floor. “I was just - uh… admiring your makeup.” What the fuck Bucky?! That’s not only a lie, it’s weird.
But she just laughed light-heartedly. “My makeup, huh?” She asked, obvious amusement in her voice. “Thanks I guess. Anyway, uh - I’m going to go back to talking with my friend. It was nice talking with you, Bucky.”
She turned away, and Buck watched her as she went back to her friend, walking head held high, never avoiding a gaze. That confidence - God, that was the confidence he wanted. Not only for himself, but also for the woman he ended up being with. And now I scared her off, Bucky thought. I’m such a mess.
A few hours later, the party was still far from over. If anything, there were just more people there… although a lot more were drunk or passed out on the couches in the lounge. Bucky had now made himself comfortable at the bar, and he stared at the ten empty shot glasses in front of him. He raised his fresh glass and downed the 11th. The bartender blinked a few times in amazement. “It’s the serum,” Buck told him. “I can’t get drunk.”
“O - okay. Another?” He asked, and Buck was about to say ‘one more’, but was interrupted.
“Two more, please,”
He knew that voice. He turned and saw the angel from earlier, the one he had supposedly scared off. “Uh - hi. (Name), w - was it?” He stuttered, scratching the back of his neck and summoning up enough courage to offer her a weak smile. Although he wasn’t sure if it was liquid courage or him finally manning up.
“Yeah, (name). And I know your name was Ja - Bucky. Right?” She replied, the beautiful smile on her face never faltering. When Buck nodded quickly, she continued. “I was wondering, after we finish this drink, wanna dance?”
“Wha - me?” Bucky asked, shock taking him over. The bartender tried to conceal a smirk and failed. He backed a step or two away from the counter when Buck shot him a glare. “Uh - why would you want to dance with me?”
“Because I think you’re cute,”
Oh my God, no fucking way. Okay, Bucky calm down, she probably is doing this on a dare. Just… just keep smiling. Laugh a little bit. Turn her down. “Well - uh, I wouldn’t want to step on your toes,” he objected, slapping himself internally. Why was he turning down someone like her?
“Wanna know something? I’m not very good at dancing, either.” She giggled and raised one eyebrow, downing her shot. Buck quickly followed and downed his. “Maybe we could go on a walk instead? It’s really loud in here, my ears need a break.”
“Uh - sure.” Bucky, what are you thinking? You’re can’t walk in awkward silence the entire time. You’ll have to say things… just… oh God, but she’s so amazing. I can’t turn this down.
“Alright, let me just tell my friend I’m gonna be gone for a sec,” she said before hurrying off to where her friend was sitting.
“Okay, I will, too…“ He said to her retreating form.
In a few minutes, Bucky and (name) were out on the streets, the music of the party fading off behind them and the sound of cars honking and motorcycles revving getting louder.
When Bucky had told Steve, Natasha, and Sam why he was leaving, they had all shared a look that said 'oh, wow, he actually got a girl’, but hadn’t said anything except ‘good luck’. Buck now rolled his eyes at the thought. They were so annoying sometimes, but life would be weird without them.
"I’m surprised Mr. Stark doesn’t get in trouble for how loud he plays the music,” (Name) remarked, and then laughed. Buck smiled.
“Well what’re they gonna do, sue Tony Stark? That’s just asking for trouble,” he rolled his eyes thinking about the arrogant being named Tony Stark.
“Yeah, that man is a whole nother thing on it’s own.” She huffed. “But don’t tell him I said that, him being my boss and all. I’m one of his assistants, I’d get fired pronto.”
“My lips are sealed.” Bucky promised, letting out a little laugh. He felt (name) looking at him and stopped to meet her gaze. “What is it, did I say something?” He panicked, taking a step back from her.
“No, no! I was just thinking, your real laugh is really nice,” she calmed him down, reaching up and tucking one of his long brown chin-length locks back behind his ear. “My God, Bucky, why are you so panicky? I bet you a hundred dollars you could get any girl you wanted if you had a little more confidence.”
“I don’t want to get just any girl, though,” Buck smiled a little bit and looked at the ground. (Name) nodded in understanding and grabbed his hand, taking him in surprise. However, he didn’t flinch or move away, her hand intertwined with his was nice… it was his metal one, too… and she didn’t even react to how cold it was. She just kept smiling, her eyes sparkling in the street lights and headlights of cars.
“Come on, let’s go to my apartment. I brought my bag, so I’ve got keys,” she told him. They started moving, but Bucky stopped her. “Hmm?” She asked.
“Why - uh, why would we need to go to your apartment?” He asked nervously. Was she going to try and have sex with him? He wanted it, but he didn’t have a condom, would he have to ask her for one? Oh God, oh God…
“Oh, no, no. I just thought we could watch a movie or something, I’d like to get to know you better, and it’s hard with all of this ambiance,” she told him once she had read the look on his face, raising her hands up. Buck smiled. She looked around, as if nervous someone was watching them, and then whispered, “I also said ambiance because it sounds smarter than noise.”
Bucky lost it at that, letting out his real laugh. He immediately felt a blush raising to his cheeks when he was done laughing. “There’s that laugh,” she said, smiling and putting her hand back in Buck’s metal one. The light pink dusting his face quickly darkened to red, and he hoped she didn’t notice.
“Alright, Mr. Bucky. We have The Lion King, Tangled, The Jungle Book, and Brave. Which one do you want to watch?” (Name) proclaimed when she walked into the living room, holding four DVD cases. Buck smiled.
She had changed into some pajamas, the top having a certain person’s shield on it and the bottoms having some red and white stars on them.
“Aren’t those all Disney movies?” He asked.
“Yeah. So what? I love Disney, I don’t care that I’m an adult.” She laughed, placing them out on the coffee table in front of Bucky and heading to the kitchen. “Now for food!” She pulled out bowls and bags of candy, chips, and some soda cans.
It took her and Bucky a few trips, but soon Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos, (God, they all end with ‘tos’don’t they?) Skittles, M&Ms, and Hot Tamales were all laid out in bowls on the coffee table. “Presenting you with a feast!” (Name) told Bucky as she set down the last bowl.
Buck laughed. “You’re so cute.” He said, without thinking. He immediately regretted it when he felt the blush rising up to his face. He sighed to himself. Bucky, you’re such an idiot.
“Thanks, you’re cute, too.”
Okay, he should have expected that. After all, she had called him cute before, right? But it was a relief. “Alright, have you decided which movie you want?” She asked, sitting down close to Buck on the couch.
Buck’s heart was beating hard. “Uh - uh, Tangled,” he said hurriedly.
Halfway through the movie, (name) had passed out with her head on Bucky’s chest. He had carefully moved her so her head was resting on a pillow and then covered her with a blanket folded over the back of the couch. He turned off the TV and the lamp in the corner of the living room as well as putting the bowls of leftover candy and chips in the kitchen. He was going to leave, but he decided to do something else first.
He found a notepad in the kitchen along with a pen, and he scribbled down something before slipping out of the apartment.
(Name) woke up and looked around. Shit, she had fallen asleep. Where was Bucky? After a drowsy sweep of the apartment, it was obvious that he had left. She sighed. It was a shame, she would have loved to make breakfast for him. She smiled when she saw a sticky note stuck on the fridge.
At the bottom it said: This is just in case you want to finish watching Tangled with me sometime. Don’t be shy to drop by the tower and ask for me. Sorry for being so awkward, I just get flustered around beautiful girls. - Bucky.
What a sweetheart, she thought as she proceeded to make her breakfast. Once she had laid out some cereal and orange juice for herself, she took her cellphone and entered Buck’s number in carefully. A rather groggy Bucky answered. “Hello, who is this?” He asked.
“(Name). I just wanted to tell you, you’re awkwardness - that’s part of what I like about you. It’s cute,” she said, a smile on her face. Buck couldn’t see it, but he could hear it in her voice.
“Well, maybe I can be a little more awkward with you at dinner tonight?” He asked, nervousness in his voice.
“Of course. I was wondering when you’d ask.”
“Alright. tonight at 6:30, meet me in the lobby of the tower?”