i want to touch his beard

Sick of Losing You

Plot: Harry and Y/N lost each other when he found someone else.

Warnings: None aside that it kinda broke my heart.

Playlist to the one shot: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2S-tehb1XqDqkmE4xnz7-SciJy61soVf

Thanks to @interfectorems for being such a good friend, supporter and for requesting this. 
Songs that are mentioned but not on the playlist are “Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift & “If You don’t Know” by 5Sos.

Pic of this beauty isn’t mine.

I watched from a far how he held on to her hand, his fingers grasping and squeezing hers gently while his eyes never left her pretty face. He watched her speak with such an intensity in his green eyes, as if he literally saw nothing other than her. His girlfriend. Not me.
I took a deep breath, swallowed the thick lump building in my throat and turned away from the sight.
Exactly three weeks ago, Harry and I had shared a kiss. Our first kiss, which had been exactly how I’d secretly always wished for it to be. Of course it had been. Every time you get to kiss the person you love is special and like fireworks painting colors into the sky.

He’d been talking and listening to me all night, similar to how he now was with her and had at some point reached out to hold my hand, just like he was holding hers in this moment.
When the time felt right, he’d leant in and had captured my lips with his. Needless to say, Harry was a phenomenal kisser. He knew when to press further, when to use how much tongue and was very attentive to how my body responded to his. Whenever I thought about it now, my cheeks tingled with the memory of his hands cupping them gently as he cradled my face to keep me close. He’d been so soft, so perfect. Harry had touched me with a tenderness, I thought it’d break my heart. I remembered wrapping my arms around his neck and feeling like they belonged there, like I was meant to hold him close.
Only that I wasn’t. The girl he was with now only proved how insignificant I was.

I couldn’t help peaking and looking over at him again. Harry’s lips. I knew exactly how they felt when pressed against my own, knew their taste and shape. Their warmth. Harry’s touch was impossible to forget.
I watched him kiss his girlfriend with a mesmerized stare, before moving away and into the kitchen, leaving the small gathering of our friends with a murmured excuse that I needed to get a refill of my drink, when in reality I couldn’t bear seeing the man I loved sharing affectionate kisses with someone else.
But not even the kitchen was a safe area for me. t had been this exact kitchen, the one in Harry’s house, where he’d pulled me aside and told me about her for the first time.

“It’s difficult” I think he said. “It’s my fault that this situation has become so messy.”

Was it silly that I could actually still remember every word he spoke to me? That I’d engraved every pause, every take in of breath he made, deeply into my head?

“Listen, Y/N… You’re important to me. I care about you. Need you, it’s just… There is someone. Someone who could be a chance for a relationship and I really want to give this a go. Give her a go, I mean. You can understand that, right?”

At first it’d felt like none of it was real. Because how could he be serious?
Harry. My best friend, Harry.
Only three days after our magical first kiss, three days full of us talking and flirting and texting constantly, he was telling me that he wanted someone else. Her name was Ira. And though he was seemingly behaving the same way with her he had been with me, we weren’t the same. In fact, she was everything I wasn’t. So when he told me he wanted her and not me, that he was picking her over of me, how come I’d been surprised?

I would never be his first choice, not when there were thousands of others he could choose from. And it was time for my brain to learn to not interpret every kind gesture, time to learn to stop overthinking every word. It was time for my head to accept, that there was no way Harry Styles could possibly want me.

So… I had been understanding. Kind even.
I’d lied and told him that yes, I agreed that our kiss had been a mistake. We shouldn’t have done any of that and instead thought of our friendship first, rather than our impulses. I’d kept a smile on my face throughout the entire talk and even finished the short chat by wishing him good luck with her. Another lie.

My fingers shook and so I set the empty glass of my drink down quickly, worried for a moment that I might otherwise spill the last few drops. I didn’t think much when I reached for the bottle of vodka on the counter. There was no getting through this night if I didn’t have something proper to drink. If only I remembered the recipe….

“Need help?”

My shoulders tensed. It couldn’t be him. Please… anyone, literally anyone, but him.

However when I turned around, Harry was there. He stood tall and beautiful, his short hair soft and wavy. Harry’s compelling eyes held my gaze with such a tender rawness in them, my knees weakened. All my body burned for was to wrap my arms around his shoulders and have him embrace me, have him tell me that everything would be okay again. I felt like I needed it, but knew that this was a wish I would be denied. Harry must have felt it, too. It was in the air around us. It had changed and… buzzed. As if being in each other’s presence made the world halt still for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Harry chuckled lowly when I didn’t say anything. How could he smile like everything was alright?

And what was it he was apologizing for? Abandoning our friendship? Ruining any hope I’d had to find a partner in him? Shattering my heart? Hardly.

“For scaring you,” Harry elaborated, a sudden hint of guilt in his eyes, almost as if he’d read my thoughts.

“It’s fine, Harry,” I muttered, bearing a false smile, “All good.”

It was hard to look at him. Especially his eyes. They burned a whole into my chest whenever my own orbs found them. They reminded me of the Harry he once was, the one I could always come to and rely on.

“What are you doing?” Harry asked, his head nodding towards the bottle of vodka. His forehead furrowed in a worried expression and I quickly set the container back down.

“I wanted to make myself a drink, but the recipe slipped my mind. I’m not as much of an alcoholic as it must look like.”

“Good to know,” Harry chuckled, then, visibly thinking about it first, took a step forward. “I remember what you like in your favorite drink. Could make you one.”

From how close he was standing, it was easy to notice every detail of his skin. Every curve of his lips, every hair of his barely-there beard. My stomach turned.

“That’d be nice.”

Harry smiled and nodded. “Okay.”

We avoided any touching. I was leant against the counter, he stood with a safe distance between us and only came closer when he needed a different ingredient that happened to be near me. It was awkward and… weird. It didn’t feel like ‘us’. The friends we’d been once seemed to be two completely different people. I knew him and felt he was familiar, but there was a emotional distance between us I knew neither of us could overcome. And still, I was with him and even if we behaved like strangers, being with Harry was nice.

“I think that’s it,” Harry said, breaking the silence. His eyes were set on the pink-orange liquid in my glass, then they drifted to my face. A proud smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

“You 'think’?” I challenged shyly.

I took the glass from him (cautious not to touch his fingers) and took a sip. It tasted great.

“M'not big of a show off,” Harry grinned, “S'it good?”

I nodded and stirred the colored liquid once more. “Thanks, Harry.”

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” His voice was soft and his gaze shy.

The air around us shifted once more. My eyes teared up. What had happened to us? Harry and I… we used to be the kind of friends who didn’t stopped talking to each other for hours. At first, we’d be loud. We’d laugh and giggle so much eventually both of our tummies hurt. That was when we’d change the subject and speak more quietly, until several hours later our conversations drifted to topics only we were allowed to hear. Then we’d be whispering and sitting closer together, always an eager sparkle in the other’s eyes as we both listened with interest about what was being said.

I quickly turned away and pretended to yawn. My eyes blinked rapidly and I willed them not to cry in front of him. Not because of embarrassment, but because I couldn’t do that to him. I’d given him my okay. I had no right to be mad at him for having found someone else. Harry remained standing close and with his hands in the front pockets of his black jeans.

“I think I should go,” I muttered.

I held my head low and took a deep breath before looking at him briefly. Harry’s eyes held concern and his fingers twitched, as if he longed to reach out for me.

“Y/N, love,” he began lowly, “Do you think we could talk for a bit? S'been a while since I got to see you. Hear your voice. I missed you.”

This time when my eyes met his green orbs, I didn’t look away, even though I could feel the tears forming and coming closer to spilling over. Harry’s whole expression changed. His cheeks paled and his forehead furrowed deeper.

“I miss you, too, Harry,” I admitted, my weak voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he mumbled, shaking his head slowly, sorrow deeply set in his eyes. His feet stepped closer and his warm hands touched my flushed cheeks before I even had the chance to back away from him. The unexpected closeness caught me off guard and had more tears coming, this time because of how much I hated how uncommon this sort of care from him had become.

Harry embraced me. His head buried itself into my neck and both arms wrapped themselves around my waist so he could lift me up from my feet. “Please no, Y/N, Sweetheart. Don’t cry.”

I couldn’t help it. My heart, the final bit that had been whole still, broke in his caring hands and I was overcome and pulled under a wave of grief. That was what I was doing. I was grieving our friendship and the lost hope I’d had for a relationship with him. And he allowed it. He let me cry against his collarbones without any complaint and instead began to hum quietly, knowing how much his voice always soothed me. Pain shot through my chest. He probably did the same when she was upset.

“I can’t-” I cried, but got cut off by my lungs that burned with need for air.

Harry hushed me, his hold tightening, “Don’t, Y/N. It’s going to be alright.”

I shook my head and loosened the hold I’d taken around his neck. My hands momentarily brushed his soft hair, then I pulled away. Harry hesitated but allowed me to step out of his hold.

“I can’t take it anymore, Harry,” I confessed, my voice breaking halfway through the sentence. I reached up to brush my cheeks with the end of my sleeve and hiccuped. My head felt numb and I knew if I didn’t get out of this kitchen soon, he’d witness a break down I wasn’t comfortable with him seeing.

Harry’s hand reached for my arm. I didn’t fight it when he pulled me closer to him, but avoided his eyes when he leaned down to find my gaze.

“Y/N,” he spoke, his voice rough with emotion, “I promise you, it’ll be alright. M'not leaving, okay? M'not. We’ll figure this out.”

I wanted to scream but all I could was shake my head rapidly. “Figure this out how? What have we become, Harry?”

Another sob wrecked through my chest.

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “But we’re going to find each other again, okay? I promise. Let me say goodbye to the others and then we’ll go for a walk or something. We’ll talk. About everything and nothing at all… Just like we always used to, yeah?”

Used to. So long ago, it seemed.

“Okay,” I whispered, my burning eyes set on my feet. My skin shivered under his warmth and my lips hurt from how much I was bitting them.

I flinched when his mouth pressed a kiss to my head. The skin was left with a burning sensation. “Wait for me here, love.”

Harry’s quick feet carried him out of the kitchen and left me standing by the counter with my heart at the pit of my stomach. I stood up straight and brushed the few remaining tears from my cheeks. My skin tingled and I felt the hint of a smile on my lips, even though my body ached.
Looking back now, I wish I would have stayed put by the counter and had waited for him just like he’d asked me to. I wish I hadn’t been impatient and eager to reunite with Harry, because that eagerness drove me to exit the kitchen shortly after him and turn the corner, allowing me clear view into the living room.
There he stood. His arms around her thin form, his hands in her long hair and his lips kissing hers. All air was knocked right out of me. I could see how his hands gently moved against her neck, bringing her in closer and their bodies flush together. When their lips parted for a moment, I could see how he let his tongue run along his lower lip, as if he wanted to make sure he got all of her taste. And I could see him smile warmly at her, right before he leaned back in to connect their mouths once more. This sight… it burned.
I didn’t wait for him. Because I had been wrong before. My heart wasn’t truly broken until that moment, witnessing the man I loved with my everything, kissing a woman who wasn’t me. And if he wasn’t going to leave me, if he was just going to keep me close and allow my heart to shatter over and over again, then I supposed I would have to be the one to go first.
So that’s what I did. I walked back to the entryway, slid on my jacket, picked up my bag, and left the house. Left, to never come back to Harry Styles.

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Lion Emoji Reviews

Ugly gradient shading, and looks sad. Why is he sad…. :( 0/5

A good lion friend. Very simplistic and clean. You can trust him. 5/5

Some brownie points for trying to go more realistic, but doesn’t have cute whisker freckles like the others. 1/5

I do not like the two big snowballs on his face. 1/5

A small friend. It looks like a cub wearing a mane which is very cute. He will grow big and strong like his father. 4/5

The anime swirl in his mane is a nice touch. Will probably watch Dragon Ball Z with you. Very simple and executed well. 4/5

Simple and looks fine, though the mane could use some work. 3/5

A soft palette looks very nice. The small beard is a nice touch and he looks like he having a good time. I love the fluffy mane. 6/5

Good realism and cute lil whiskers. Probably the father of the rest. 3/5

Gasoline: Part 5

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Language, fluff, fluffy smut (YAAY FINALLY), unprotected sex (be safe!!!)

A/N: Part of this dialogue is inspired by a fan question at Houscon Afternoon Panel. So props to her cause that was amazing. Also, holy fuck I was excited about writing this. Feedback is appreciated. Hope you liked it.

Gasoline Masterlist

Originally posted by milanavsh

When you awoke the following morning, your muscles ached. It wasn’t as if you ran a fucking marathon, but you did have a few too many champagnes with Jensen. Wracking your foggy head, you remembered something about…

“You have beautiful eyes, Y/N.”
You snorted a laugh. “Like you can talk, green eyed god.”
Jensen smirked and reached up, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, his thumb lingering longer than necessary on your cheek before pulling away.

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Title: Doomed from the Start
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Word Count: 2,480
Characters: Jon Snow x Reader x Robb Stark
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Cheating (sort of), a bit of smut (Jon x Reader), one swear word
Notes: Request from anon for “Could you do a GOT oneshot where you come to Winterfell bc you’re betrothed to Robb Stark. You develop a crush on Jon Snow but eventually marry Robb bc you love him as well and you were betrothed. Fast forward to after the Red Wedding(so around current season) and you see Jon again when he agrees to help you take back Winterfell and re-instate yourself as Queen in the North, and you fall for him again? Long request, I know, but its just something I thought of :) xx” // I tried to keep myself from making this so long, but as you can tell by the word count, I failed.

Originally posted by snow-on-the-throne

       When you arrived at Winterfell for the first time, you never would have expected your life to become what it was now.

       You had arrived five months before you were to wed Robb Stark, the heir to Winterfell, so that you could get to know him a bit before you married him. He was a handsome young man, tall, with dark brown curls and the beginning of a beard. His smile was warm and welcoming, and he treated you with twice as much respect as most men your age would have. He never touched you unless he knew you wanted him to, and he was always kind and considerate.
       And yet, you also developed feelings for his half-brother, Jon Snow. He, too, was immensely kind and respectful. But he was different, in ways you couldn’t explain. You loved Jon because you knew shouldn’t. He was what you could never have, and that only made you desire him more.
       The situation would have been far easier if Jon hadn’t been interested in you, but that was not the case. He cared for you just as much as you cared for him. He stole kisses from you when no one was around, and touched you in ways that made your head spin. He even suggested running away together, the night before your wedding.
       But you had to decline his offer. You were meant to marry Robb – it was your duty. So that was what you did. You donned the elaborately embroidered white dress, wrapped the white fur cloak around your shoulders, let your handmaidens do your hair up nicely and spray you with perfume, and you made your way to the godswood. You said the words the septon told you to say, and before you knew it, you were standing with your new husband, alone in his bedchambers.
       “I’m not…” Robb began, wringing his hands together and looking remarkably nervous. “I’m not going to force you to do anything you do not wish to do. I hope you know that.”
       “I do,” you replied.
       “Good, good,” Robb murmured, nodding. “I know that you love my brother. I know that you did not wish to marry me. And I’m truly very sorry that you weren’t able to be with him instead. I hope you know that, as well.”
       “I do,” you repeated, your voice soft. You could not meet his eyes. Here he was, a handsome, charming, kind man of a noble House, and here you were, on the night of your wedding to him, wishing you were in the arms of his bastard half brother.
       “Good,” Robb said quietly again, nodding more. “Do… do you want to go to bed? Just to sleep, of course. You must be tired.”
       “I would like that very much,” you stated, smiling at him. He returned the smile, then the two of you changed into your night clothes, and went to bed.
       The union was extraordinarily awkward at first. However, over the next few weeks, the two of you fell into sync as you began to understand one another better. Everything was going surprisingly well, even with the arrival of King Robert and his company – then Jon announced that he would be joining the Night’s Watch.
       A look of absolute heartbreak crossed your face, and everyone saw it. You excused yourself, your voice shaking, and once you were out of the hall, you broke into a run. You weren’t sure at first of where you were going, but you ended up in your bedchambers. You stopped once you had slammed the door shut behind you, and sobs overtook your body, forcing you to your knees in front of the fireplace.
       The crackling fire warmed your face, but you didn’t care. You wouldn’t have cared if it caught you on fire; all you wanted to do right then was to just simply not exist. The pain of knowing that you would never see the man you loved again was almost too much to bear. The second that thought crossed your mind, Robb burst into the room, looking frantic. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw you, closed the door behind him, and came to kneel next to you. He opened then closed his mouth a few times, clearly wanting to say something, but he was at a loss for words. So he did the only thing he knew he could do: pulled you into his arms and held you. He let you cry until you had no tears left, and you were exhausted, then he put you into your bed and you allowed sleep to envelop you.
       You hardly left your room for the next few days. The thought of seeing Jon, and being faced with the reality of his leaving, was too much for you. So, either your handmaidens or your husband brought you food, and you remained reclusive, up until the night before Jon to leave.
       You actually hadn’t been planning on seeing Jon until the next day. Your intention was to keep your interaction with him to a bare minimum, thinking that you would simply give him a simple farewell hug before he departed. But your life never works the way you plan it to.
       The hallway was eerily silent, no sound other than yours and Greywind’s footsteps. Robb had insisted that you take the direwolf with you on your walk, and you complied. In truth, you were quite fond of the creature. He was more than capable of warding off any potential threats, and protecting you if needed; he made you feel at ease.
       Well, that was until you heard footsteps trudging towards you, and Greywind didn’t seem capable of caring any less. You walked a bit faster, and the direwolf matched your pace, but the footsteps did, too. Terror began to bubble up inside you. Greywind sensed this, walking a bit closer to you, but he still did not seem to have any desire to attack your follower.
       After you made a sharp turn around a corner, you drew the knife that you kept concealed on you, and waited for the owner of the footsteps to follow. When the individual turned the corner, you slammed him back against the wall and put your knife at his throat. Fear was evident in his brown eyes, and when you realized that those eyes were all too familiar, you dropped the knife.
       “I thought I would get a ‘hello,’ not a knife to my neck,” Jon stated with a chuckle. “What are you doing out at this hour?”
       “Why were you following me?” you retorted, crossing your arms. “You frightened me; I thought you were a threat.”
       “I’m sorry, I just wanted to talk with you. I haven’t seen you in days,” Jon said, sadness seeping into his voice. “I leave tomorrow at dawn.”
       “I know that.”
       “Then why have you been avoiding me?”
       “I’m a married woman now, Jon. I can’t be spending time with the man I love – who, it just so happens, is not the man I’m married to,” you explained, frowning. You saw happiness flash across his features at the mention of your love for him, and he smiled.
       “I love you, too, Y/N. And that’s why it hurts me so much that you’ve been avoiding me like I’ve got a disease since the day you married Robb.”
       “Because it doesn’t matter. My feelings for you, your feelings for me – none of it matters. I’m married to your brother, and you’re leaving to join the Watch tomorrow. We were doomed from the start.”
       “We didn’t have to be,” Jon stated, stepping towards you. “I asked you to run away with me, but you refused.”
       “I couldn’t,” you whispered. You wished now more than ever that you had taken him up on his offer, and you felt tears threatening to fall. You expected Jon to argue with you, to remind you that you could be a thousand miles from there, married to him – but instead, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His brows were furrowed together, and he was visibly upset at the sight of you crying. You were about to excuse yourself and return to your room, when you felt his lips on yours.
       The kiss was tender at first – it was Jon’s way of wordlessly comforting you, and letting you know that he wasn’t upset with you for not leaving with him. He understood your reasons, and he hoped you knew that.
       Guilt began to form within you. You were kissing a man who wasn’t your husband. As wonderful and heart-fluttering as it felt, you knew it wasn’t right. You were on the verge of pulling away, then Jon’s hands found their way into your hair and onto your hip, and he kissed you with such passion that it made your head spin. You forgot your own name, let alone that you should be running back to your husband – and you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
       Not a half hour later, you found yourself naked on Jon’s bed, his head between your trembling legs and your thighs resting on his shoulders. Your mind was fuzzy, filled with nothing but thoughts of Jon and what his tongue was doing to you. You eventually lost track of how many times he caused you to to scream from ecstasy, his name falling from your lips like a pleading, pitiful prayer. When you simply couldn’t continue, your body becoming too sensitive to handle any more, you used your remaining strength to flip Jon onto his back, and worship him with your mouth, as he had done to you.
       Time ceased to exist in the little world you and Jon had created together. All that mattered was one another, the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around your naked body for the last time, the sound of his still-steadying heartbeat pounding in his chest. But eventually, it had to come to an end, and after a few longing kisses, you made your way back to your room, guilt-ridden and exhausted.
       “How was your night?”
       The sound of Robb’s voice nearly made you jump out of your skin. You slowly turned to face him after closing the door behind you. Greywind was calmly seated next to his feet, and he sat on your bed, his expression unreadable. There wasn’t any point in lying – you were covered in hickeys, your hair was a mess, your lips were swollen, and your dress was still disheveled.
       “I’m not angry with you, if that’s what you’re worried about. The only reason Jon even touched you was because I gave him permission, so long as he wasn’t inside you.”
       “You… you what?” you inquired, taking a few steps closer to him. “He… you… you consented to this?”
       “I know how much you love him. And I know how much he loves you. I wanted you to have the opportunity to be together one final time, before you’d never see each other again,” Robb explained, then a smile crossed his lips and he let out a small laugh. “And besides, soon, the poor fucker won’t ever get to touch a woman again – not without breaking his oath.”
       You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t come to terms with how immensely considerate and understand your husband was. Without another thought, you ran to him and flung your arms around his neck, causing him to fall back into the bed with a chuckle. After he received a near-endless string of “thank you”s, the two of you went to bed, as usual, and you fell asleep with a smile on your face.
       The next day, you said your goodbyes to Lord Eddard, Sansa, Arya, and last – but most certainly not least – Jon. He gave you a warm smile and enveloped you in a tight embrace, letting you cry into his chest. After what seemed like ages, he released you, and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. Jon then gave you another heartwarming smile, before riding off with the rest of the company. You watched until you could no longer see him, then let out a shaky breath. Robb wrapped a reassuring arm around your shoulders, and led you back to your room.

       As fate would have it, you did fall in love with Robb. It was never the same way you loved Jon – never as fierce – but you did love him. Eventually, you gave him a son. He was the spitting image of his father, from his looks to his personality. However, Robb was taken from you both, before your son was old enough to make any lasting memories with his father – something that would sadden you for the rest of your life. But you didn’t have time to be sad – you needed to run, to protect your son. So you took as many of the remaining Stark soldiers that you could find, and you left immediately. After a stay on Bear Island, you reached your destination. It was the only place where you knew that you would find someone you truly trusted: Castle Black.
       Upon arrival, you were quickly taken to the dining hall, your son clinging to you as you held him. They flung the doors open without requesting permission first, as the man who had led you, who had introduced himself as Edd, had been told of you “several times” by Jon. He said it with a slight blush on his cheeks, and you quickly realized that you had been the subject of a conversation on sexual encounters. Men, you thought to yourself with a small smile.
       Jon quickly stood from his seat at one of the tables, and it seemed that he was about to chide the men for interrupting his meeting. You were surprised to see Sansa at his side, and you sent a silent prayer to the gods, thanking them for keeping her alive. The sound of Jon’s boots thundering against the wood floor as he walked briskly over to you broke you from your thoughts. He stared at you with a bewildered expression on his face, as if struggling to believe that you were real. Before you could even say “hello,” he was pulling you into a tight hug, mindful of the child in your arms.
       “I love you,” Jon whispered into your hair, pressing a long kiss there.
       “I love you, too, Jon.”

       It seemed to have happened in the blink of an eye, but you were now seated next to Jon in the dining hall of Winterfell, your son seated in your lap, watching the scene before him. Dozens of men were chanting “The King in the North!” in their loud, booming voices, their swords raised high above them. Jon smiled down at you, and for once in ages, you felt hope.


stranded || dylan o'brien (part one)

word count: 1954

warnings: death

prompt: none (prologue)

author’s note: this took forever to post and i am so sorry! i know it’s really short, but the next part will be a lot more interesting i promise! i hope you like this

tags: @ sharenaloveyoux


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A Night in Together

Request: Hi! I’ve got a request :) could you do a Bucky x reader fic based on the post i sent you? Especially the couch and bath ones. Fluffy and/or smutty. Thanks 😘 

Summary: You’ve been dating Bucky for a few months and you convince him to stay in for the night.

Warnings: Smut and fluff

A/N: If you want to be tagged in future smuts / works just let me know!

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Headcanons - Kissing Inquisition Members (friendship):

-Dorian arches his eyebrow and grins “Well, that was unexpected. You know, in Tevinter we prefer shooting spells, as a sign of affection. But I think your method is not so bad.” and he kisses you back, your laughters echoing in all the rotunda.

- Varric is surprised and not a little, by the quick peck on his cheek during a Wicked Grace match “Your Inquisitorialness, your cards must be very bad if you have to use your charm!”. But he smiles, not a grin a proper smile, and shakes his head, patting on your arm “Your turn.”.

- Cassandra blushes “That was…?Well, I suppose I should thank you.”. She clears her throat, shifting a little, but then she smiles “You’re really an unusual person, I’m glad I can call you my friend.

- Vivienne looks at you, sternly “And what was that, my dear?”. She sighs, shooing you away with a delicate movement of her hand, and she sits again on her sofa, a heavy volume already open, the only witness of the sincere smile which blooms on her face.

- The Iron Bull roars a laughter and puts his arm on your shoulders, giving you at the same time a huge cup of… something, and squeezing you almost painfully “Well ,thank you, boss! Here, have a toast with us!”. He grinns at you and  drags you with him in the centre of the tavern.

- Sera freaks out loudly, at the beginning “Oy, you, what was that?”. She grumbles about strange people who do even stranger things, and she threatens you lightly, before admitting that maybe that wasn’t so bad, after all. 

- Cole is surprised, he asks and answers alone “Why?…I see, a fixed point in the middle of the crowd, unseen yet essential, so young despite everything. People sometimes don’t remember, but you wanted to say thank you.”.  A brief pause, looking at the  Inquisitor from under his hat, with something very close to a smile “You’re welcome.”.

- Blackwall grunts something that could be a laugh or a surprised curse, but when you look at him he laughs openly “Didn’t the beard sting you? Well, then, thank you, it was a nice thing.”. He smiles again, shaking fondly his head and murmuring something to himself.

- Solas looks at the Inquisitor, touching his cheek with painted fingers and leaving a green track on his too thin skin “I suppose I should thank you?”. He seems uncertain, even if not displeased, almost if he couldn’t remind the last time someone showed him such a simple and spontaneous affection.

- Cullen seems shocked and for a moment you fear to have dared too much, but he blushes and smiles, rubbing his neck “Uh, thank you, Inquisitor. That was… very kind.”. He smiles again, his shoulders a little more relaxed and his frown gone, leaving behind a soft happiness.

- Josephine giggles openly, touching her cheek “Inquisitor, this is entirely inappropriate!”. But her bright smile betrays the pretended outrage to the etiquette and she asks you if you have time for a cup of coffee. When the beverage arrives, she’s still smiling.

- Leliana steps back, puckered “Inquisitor?”, her voice a strange mix of puzzlement and coldness. But after a moment, a little smile appears and she bows slightly, a silent thanks, her eyes brighter and she looks at you with more tenderness.

Jordie Benn #5

Requested by Anon:  Would you please write a story where a girl and her best friend go white water rafting and since it’s just the two of them, they end up getting put in a raft with Seguin, the Benn brothers, and Roussel. They end up having a hilarious and fun little adventure wth that crazy crew. I think it would be funny if at least one of the guys is a bit scared and the other guys pick on him. Definitely end with new friendships & possibly new romantic interests too (take your pick of which players get lucky).

*Hiii!! Thank you so much for this. Extra long because of the amount of characters but I hope you like this one. Enjoy!:)*

Word count: 1, 751

Originally posted by bennyandthestars

Your friend lightly tapped your ass with her paddle, “do you think they grouped us with hot guys?” she asked as you stood by the riverbank, waiting for the other people in your raft to arrive, “you know the reason we’re doing this,” she gestured, “just you and me, is to pick up whoever rides on the raft with us, right?”

You snorted, “yeah,” you nodded as you heard sounds of boisterous men from behind. You turned to look what the fuzz was about and saw four muscular guys laughing and slapping each other. They were so big that the paddles they were holding looked like skewers. They were all wearing rash guards which just emphasized their arm muscles.

And those thighs! Those thighs can kill you and you’d probably be happy about it.

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Who is in Control - Part 6

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1600+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Present characters: Female Reader, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, OMC Patrick O’Malley
Chapter: 5/??
Chapter name: You Trust Me
Warnings: Semi-nudity (Is it a warning? I don’t know); reader is a bit sassy; telekinesis display; poor Patrick never gives up. It’s an incredibly soft chapter guys, don’t worry. 

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It took almost an hour for Bucky to find Y/N, and she was literally in the middle of the massage Tony had scheduled the previous night.

He came into her room without caring about the guy massaging the woman and sat down on her bed.

“You trust me.” He stated.

Y/N smirked.


They went silent for a while, until she interrupted the masseuse.

“You can go, thank you” She said, wrapping herself in the towel while getting up.

After the man left, she was finally alone with Bucky, who refuse to look in her direction, and didn’t fail to notice he had quite a lot of blood in his cheeks.  

“We’re going shopping, so we can buy you new clothes.” She told him. “Half of your clothes are from Steve, and the other half are older than my father. The only exception is your uniform, and you hardly ever wear it.”

He wasn’t looking at her, so she grabbed his chin and fixed his piercing eyes on hers.

Originally posted by rohgers

“I won’t bite you if you look at me, Bucky.”

He stood up and walked away, leaving the Stark alone, and she sighed.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.” She called, letting the towel fall.  

“Yes, miss?”

“I’m leaving in 30 minutes.” She told him. “I’d like my car to be ready.”

“Which one would you like?”

“Pick your favorite.”

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Mini Matchmaker Pt. 1 (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Hi, my lovelies!! I’m still trying to ease myself off hiatus (you can read about that HERE ), but work got crazy again so I’m not sure when it’ll be official. BUT. I had this idea during my long day at work and I just thought it was so cute so I had to get it out. I hope you like it!! Any feedback or comments is appreciated. :)


Mini Matchmaker (Steve Holiday Mini Series)

Characters: reader, Steve, OC Justice, Sam (mentioned) [modern au]

Summary: Your awful temporary holiday job takes a turn for the better when a handsome stranger enters your life. 

Warnings: none? Super duper fluffy!! A super tiny mention of death, but that’s it.

Word Count: 2436 (yeah this was supposed to be a drabble. oops.)

Tag list is below (LIST IS CLOSED I’M SO SORRY)

Part One  Part Two>>>


Originally posted by forassgard

“These tights are the worst,” you muttered to your co-worker while still maintaining the fake perma-smile required for your temporary job. You tried to covertly pull up the tights that threatened to sag down to your knees while simultaneously resisting to scratch your itchy legs.

“Just remember, it’s almost over and think of the extra cash you’ll have for all the presents you’re going to buy me,” smirked the redhead, handing a cane cane to an obviously underwhelmed child.

“You wish, Nat,” you replied before ushering the next kid forward to take a seat on Santa’s lap.

With a frustrated huff, you considered your current situation. In addition to the awful red and white striped tights that were the bane of your existence, you wore a green velvet dress that fell to mid-thigh, a pointed green hat, and of course, the curly-toed shoes with bells attached. Just to add a festive touch of humiliation.

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Three is Fun

It’s taking him longer to get home than I would’ve thought. I texted him a question mark and he’d sent back ‘paparazzi.’ And I knew he wasn’t going to be happy when he got home. It was our first night together since he’d gone on the press tour and I didn’t want him angry or frustrated.

I’ve drawn all the blinds and slipped into his favorite blue lingerie set and am waiting patiently in the living room. The lights from his car slide across the closed blinds and I grin. He’s going to be thrilled a few seconds later he comes into the house, “Babe I brought Seb.” He says before his eyes land on me. “Hold on Seb.” He says quickly shutting the door.
“I’m sorry. He was stressing out and I felt bad leaving him there.”
“No don’t Chris. We have all weekend. I’ll go change.”
“Unless.” He raises a brow at me. “I know you said you wanted to try it. Why not with Seb?”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s up to you.”
“I’m game.” I say with a grin and he grins back.
“One second.” Chris slips out of the house and I know he’s asking Sebastian if he’d like to join us for the night. I’m so turned on by the thought I’m practically praying he doesn’t say no.

The door opens and one look at Chris’ face and I have my answer. I’m going to get fucked by two of the hottest men in Hollywood. Sebastian comes in after Chris and his eyes go wide at the sight of me.
“Chris said you were okay with me joining you tonight.”
“More than.” I smile and the two men come towards me. Chris drops down to his knees and pulls my lips to his.
“Our safe word is plums.” He says before sliding his fingers into the sides of the thong I’m wearing.
“Sounds good.” I say then I look up at Sebastian whose watching Chris slide my thong down my legs. He hasn’t come within reach yet and Chris doesn’t seem to mind.

Chris spreads my legs wide then buries his face between my thighs. “Oh fuck.” I moan as his tongue brushes against my clit. I grab the back of his head with one hand and beckon Seb closer with the other. I pluck the top of my outfit off then throw it onto the floor as my back arches shoving my pussy into Chris’ mouth. He presses the tip of his tongue against my clit and I whine softly. “Come here Seb. I won’t bite.” I flirt trying to keep my voice as normal as possible.

I can see his erection pressing against his jeans and I wet my lips as Chris slides a finger into my pussy. “I want to suck your cock Sebastian.” I growl, Chris is doing his best to make me cum quickly and he’s succeeding easily. Seb pulls his cock out of his pants and I wrap a hand around it. He’s not quite as long as Chris but he’s thicker. I lick the tip of his cock then wrap my lips around him. Chris hears his friend groan as I take him into my mouth and adds another finger to my pussy.
“Fuck baby. It’s so hot seeing you with his cock in your mouth.” Chris growls then steps away and pulls his clothes off, Seb takes his cue and yanks his shirt over his head and I push his pants off of his hips. I watch as Chris strokes himself a few times at the same speed I’m sucking Seb’s cock deeper into my mouth. “You like Seb’s cock in your mouth?” Chris asks.
“Mmm.” I hum and he chuckles.
“I’m gonna go grab some condoms. Fuck her mouth. She likes it.” Sebastian waits a moment then slowly thrusts his cock into my mouth.
“You like that? When I fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
“Mmhmm.” I say around his cock.

I reach between my legs as he continues to fuck my mouth and start rubbing my clit. I’m dying to cum.
“Ah ah. No. Chris said we weren’t going to let you touch.” Sebastian chides catching my hands in one of his. “You want me to taste it.”
“Please.” I whimper. He takes the spot Chris left empty between my legs and runs his tongue up my slit in one swift motion. “Ooh fuck.” I hiss at the contact. He uses the flat of his teeth against me and I wrap a hand in his long hair. He looks up at me, clearly enjoying himself between my thighs.

A handful of condoms drop onto the couch next to me along with a tube of lube. Chris reaches down from behind me and plays with my tits, rolling my nipples between his fingers. “Chris.” Is all I’m able to say with Seb doing his best to get me to cum.
“Make her cum Seb.” Sebastian slides a finger into my waiting cunt and I let out a long moan. He sucks against my clit and my mouth drops open in a silent cry. Chris slides his cock into my mouth and takes hold of the back of my head as he slowly thrusts into my mouth. Sebastian presses a thumb against my clit and I cum, bucking against Seb’s face and moaning around Chris’ cock. Chris shoves his dick further into my mouth choking me with it for a second before pulling out. He passes Sebastian a condom and I watch eagerly as the two men roll them on.

“Ass or pussy?” Chris asks looking at me.
“Both.” I say my hands going to my nipples. Sebastian plucks my hands away.
“I told you. No touching.” He scolds, “Do we have to tie you up?”
“She’d like that wouldn’t you babe?” Chris grins stroking his cock slowly. I reach for it and take over then do the same with Sebastian’s cock. Both men groan lowly, and I grin.
“Sebastian. Sit.” I order and he does, sitting next to me on the couch. “I’m going to fuck him first Chris.” I tell him straddling Sebastian’s lap and line his cock up with my entrance. I lower myself down onto him and moan.
“Oh fuck.” Seb groans as I sink down onto him. His cock filling my pussy, it’s so tight, his dick is stretching me in the best way possible. I look over at Chris whose watching intently, his lower lip between his teeth.

Seb sucks on one of my nipples as I start to move up and down on his cock.
“Babe. Can I take your ass right now?” Chris asks, his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Yes.” I tell him breathily, Seb’s cock is pounding deeply into me. He nips my nipple causing me to gasp in surprised pleasure. Chris rubs some lube along my back entrance and I let out a moan. I’m so turned on I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode. “Chris hurry up.” I groan closing my eyes as Seb keeps his pace.
“I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.” Chris says with a chuckle. He pushes a thumb into my asshole and I moan loudly.
“Oh fuck she clenched up when you did that.” Sebastian says pulling his lips from my nipple.
“She’s ready.” Chris says after pumping his thumb into me a couple more times. I arch my back and get my ass up for him as he slowly fills me.
“Oh. Oh god.” I moan as Chris bottoms out in my ass. The two men begin to thrust into me and I’m shaking between them.
“Cum babe.” Chris growls reaching around and pressing his thumb down on my clit.
“Oh god.” I hiss as I cum, my legs shaking as I cling to Seb. My vision blacks over I cum so hard, I bite down on my bottom lip my head spinning.
“Fuck she’s still cumming.” Seb grunts still pounding into me.
“Well we did make her wait.” Chris says biting my earlobe.
“Chris.” I whine, “I wanna switch.”
“You want Seb in your tight ass?”
“Yes.” I breathe and he pulls out of me then peels off the condom. He drops the condom into the trash can then rolls a new one on. I climb off of Sebastian who also peels off the condom then rolls on a new one. Seb rubs more lube onto my ass and slowly slides in. I groan deeply as he fills me.

Chris slides his cock against my slit but doesn’t go in, he rubs it against me a few times.
“Quit being a clit tease Chris. Fuck me.”
“I never thought your sweet girl would have a dirty mind and mouth.” Seb says reaching around my body and rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.
“You should hear when she really gets going.” Chris says the tip of his cock brushing against my clit.
“Chris. Get your cock in my pussy now.”
“Tell me what you want.” He smirks, I rub one hand on my throbbing clit and Sebastian grabs my wrists and holds my arms behind me by my ass.
“I told you no touching.” My tits are thrust forward and Chris sucks a nipple into his mouth.
“Chris.” I whine, his beard rough against the soft flesh of my breast. “I want your cock.”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
“I want you to fuck me Chris. Pound my pussy with your perfect fucking cock.”
“Oh fuck.” Seb growls and Chris grins then slides his cock into my cunt.

We move in sync, the three of us. There’s no more talking just moans, sighs and groans. Seb is the first one to cum.
“Oh fuck.” He groans stilling after a strong thrust into my ass. Chris grunts sliding his cock into my pussy faster, he lets out a low moan as he too cums. His fingers find my clit and rub, with both cocks still in me it only takes a moment for me to cum. I let out a soft cry and Chris kisses me gently. He slides out then helps me to stand on shaky legs.
“Was it what you hoped it would be?” He asks softly.
“Oh yes.” I smile and kiss him. I feel Sebastian stand up then turn to him. “Thanks Seb.” I give him a hug.
“My pleasure. If you ever want a third again let me know.” He grins down at me then nods at Chris. He scoops up his clothes and heads for the guest room. Chris leaves his on the floor then scoops me up and I laugh.
“That was so sexy.” Chris says carrying me to the bathroom. “Shower?”
“Let’s do a quick clean up. I don’t want to go to bed with wet hair.” He nods and pulls a rag out of the drawer and runs warm water over it. He takes his time cleaning me off with gentle wipes. When he’s finished he carries me to bed and pulls my body flush against his.
“Would you want to do that again?” He murmurs.
“Yes.” I respond honestly. “It was nice having all the attention, and two cocks to play with was hot. Would you?”
“Yea. It was so sexy watching you with his dick in your mouth. I might even just want to watch for a while next time.”
“Really?” I ask turning to face him.
“Yea. Would you be into a woman joining us?”
“I don’t think so. I’m a bit more jealous than you are.” I bite my lip, “And insecure.”
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers then kisses me softly. He pulls me tightly to him, a hand on my ass. “Let’s get some sleep.”
“Mmmm.” I sigh then close my eyes. Could this man be anymore perfect?

Wrote My Way Out (Reader x Chris Evans)

A/N: This was sorta inspired by Hurricane from the Hamilton soundtrack. It always inspired me. Includes a non-actor Chris Evans.

Summary: Reader is torn between choosing the future her parents’ want and what she loves. A chance meeting at a local bar inspires her. (au!Chris)

“Y/N, this is a nice hobby but you need to focus on something that will get you a steady income. You need to focus on getting into medical school. Have you even submitted applications?” Your mother was pacing around the living room as you sat in the center of the sofa, wishing it would engulf you.

This had become a routine speech of your mother’s every time you came home for the weekend. You had done what she wanted you to do; you went to a university with a high med school acceptance rate, you joined all the clubs on campus that med schools liked, you even began researching at the largest and most prestigious medical school. You weren’t happy.

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being best friends with chris evans would include:

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh

• having known him since you were kids

 • he’s very protective of you

 • his family being like a second family to you 

• being so immensely proud of him 

• still having sleep overs as adults 

 • he dislikes everyone you date (and vise versa

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One-Shot: Socerer’s Apprentice

Hey <3 i don’t want to bother you, can i ask you a one shot Doctor Strange x reader (because we need more here on Tumblr) where reader is the Doctor’s apprentice (and they’re secretly in love), he is teaching her how to use magic and she is working very hard like day and night, and one day she faint during the training? the end is up to you sweetie, hope you like it xxx -Requested by anon

Characters: Stephen Strange, Wong
Word Count: 1135

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Midnight Dance. ::Sami Zayn One Shot::

Pairing: Reader x Sami Zayn

Word Count: 2,830

Warnings: Minor swearing.

So this was inspired by the following adorable gif:

Gif Credit: typhoidcandy

I saw it and just had to write an imagine for it, but featuring Sami x Reader of course. This is exactly how I wish I could be spending my New Year’s Eve, but unfortunately it’s not to be :(

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Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

New Year’s Eve. Traditionally, a start of new beginnings, new resolutions (some kept, some broken) and saying goodbye to the current year. And, if you were friends with certain people, a time for alcohol and lots of it.

For better or worse, (I couldn’t tell), but I just wasn’t really a great drinker, at least in comparison to my teenage years. My tolerance seemed to shrink over the years as I got older and I was just plain out of practice. New Year’s though, was the one night I was willing to make an exception.

The hotel bar was booming, mainly with WWE staff and their families, the area having been rented out for us. The members of the New Day had set up an impromptu dance floor and Xavier had even brought Francesca along, though it was a struggle to hear the instrument over the pounding of the speakers, the typical cheesy New Year’s Eve music being played.

I was stood to the side, slightly out of the way as I conversed with Nia, who was looking stunning in a red dress and with her hair pulled back. Despite the character she played on screen, in reality she couldn’t be more different. Nia was my bona-fide mum friend. She even came with a certificate that said so. Taking a page out of The Miz’s book, I had whipped up a certificate for her, stamped with Y/N’s seal of approval, as part of her Christmas present. She had found it hilarious and had immediately snapped a picture of it, sending it to both Dean and The Miz, stating how much better hers was. Miz had jokingly threatened to sue me for stealing his idea.

I was slightly bouncing and half swaying on the spot, enjoying the way my skirt was swishing around my legs. Sometimes it really was the small things that amused me. Behind Nia, I could see Sami approaching us and I raised my hand to wave at him.

“Hey Nia, Y/N” he greeted, pulling me into a friendly hug with one arm as he was holding a drink in his right hand. His beard momentarily scratched against my cheek before he pulled away and I could still smell that gorgeous aftershave he always wore. Not that I had told him, how much I loved the scent. No one wanted to be known as that girl with the weird smell fixation.

“Hey Sami” I replied in return, having to tilt my head to look up at him. He was looking rather dapper in a fitted sky blue buttoned shirt, the sleeves having already been rolled up to his elbows. His signature cap was missing from the ensemble though, which was slightly disappointing. I rather liked it on him, you know that whole victorian paper boy vibe. At that mental thought, I realised that might just have to limit my reading. No more Philippa Gregory, Jane Austen and the likes for me.

I could hear Nia shift on the spot and turned to see her looking out at the crowd, her focus on a distinct mane of purple-pink hair.

“Sorry guys, just need to have a word with Sasha. I’ll talk to you later” she said as she made her apologies, stepping into the crowd surrounding us. Pausing momentarily, Nia turned to call out over her shoulder to me.

“If I don’t see you again tonight Y/N, text me to let me know that you got back to your room safe,  okay?”.

I would have almost rolled my eyes at her, if it wasn’t for the fact that I appreciated her thoughtfulness and gestures of care. Beside me, I could feel Sami’s body shudder slightly as he sniggered silently to himself and I elbowed him playfully in the ribs to get him to shut up.

“What if I don’t make it back to my hotel room safely?” he muttered with a fake pout, standing up straight and shaking off the elbow to the ribs, as though he hadn’t even felt it. Not that I had been particularly rough with the action to begin with.

“You can text me” I reassured him, playful patting him on his shoulder in mock sympathy. Sami just raised an eyebrow at me and stepped forward, taking up the space that Nia’s absence had left.

“You look amazing” he told me, genuine honesty reflected in his voice. I couldn’t help but almost preen as he glanced over me, his eyes lingering on my face and drifting slightly to my neck and where the precious stone of my necklace laid further down. Sami blushed slightly as he realised that I had caught his wandering gaze, but I was too busy trying to control the heat that was flaring up across my own cheeks, to say much to him about it.

“You look great too” I replied, trying not to focus too much on his exposed, strong forearms.

“You’re missing your cap though” I added, pouting at him as I did so, causing him to chuckle. His laugh was deep, infectious and with the ability to cause shivers down my spine. He bowed and doffed an imaginary cap at me.

“Me apologies, ma’am” he offered, in what I suspect was an attempt at a Cockney accent. I laughed again, shaking my head at the dreadful accent.

“What are you drinking?” I questioned, as my eyes fell to the amber liquid that was contained in the glass he was holding, eyeing it with great suspicion. Sami raised his glass to eye level and examined it for a moment, slightly baffled himself, judging by his expression.

“Kevin” was all he said in answer, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke, as if that answered everything. Which it kind of did. Kevin was a good answer to a lot of things sometimes.

“Want to try some?,” he offered, holding out his glass to me. “It’s actually pretty good’.

I timidly accepted the drink from him, my fingers brushing over his as they wrapped around the glass. I took a small sip, letting the liquid slide down my throat. It was as Sami had said ‘pretty good’, though slightly stronger than what I was use to and I licked my bottom lip to collect every last drop of the alcoholic beverage. Sami was watching me, his eyes tracing the flickering movement of my tongue and I blushed deeper, hastily passing the glass back to him, seemingly snapping him out of whatever moment he had be in.

“Well credit to Kevin, where it’s due” I spoke up, hoping to move on past the awkwardness, undoubtedly of my own doing. This was Sami we were talking about after all, my imagination probably running away with me again, because there was no way that the Underdog from the Underground was looking at me like that.

My attention was caught by Big E, as he suddenly busted out some impressive (and also slightly alarming) moves on the dance floor, causing the crowd that had gathered around, to let out a sudden roar of approval. I only turned back to look at Sami, at the sound of him clearing his throat and he nodded his head towards the dancefloor, where my attention had just previously been.

“You want to dance?” he asked.

“Oh I can’t dance” I was quick to reply, shaking my hands in front of me vigorously as if to further demonstrate my point. Sami studied me for a moment, making a point of deliberately finishing his drink and placing the glass down on a nearby table. I knew immediately what was about to happen before he even reached for my hand.

“Sami, I can’t dance” I tried again and he paused for a moment, expression serious as he flashed me a comforting smile.

“Yes, you can. I’ll take good of care you” he reassured me, his face falling slightly as he noticed my continuing hesitation and nerves. He chewed his bottom lip thoughtfully.

“Please, Y/N. I really would like to dance you” he added. I sighed and nodded my head in affirmation, hoping I wouldn’t live to regret my decision.

“Fine. But the moment I step on your foot, I’m outta there” I warned. This seemed to be enough for Sami and his face pretty much lit up. I blushed at his response and my palms suddenly felt clammy.

Hands linked, Sami guided me through the crowd. Several times I heard him politely speak up, an “Excuse us” falling from his lips and one distinct “Fucking move, Kevin. I’m busy”. The man in question just laughed in reply, clapping Sami on the shoulder, whispering something I couldn’t hear into his ear, but that caused the ginger wrestler to blush and grumble something back. Kevin took a step back and let us by, winking at me as he did so, his face full of mirth.

We reached the edge of the dance floor and Sami steered us to a fairly empty space, slightly secluded by the angle of the wall, but with plenty of room to move about.

“So dancing….” I offered nervously as I eyed the people nearby.

“Well, you’ve got to have seen my entrance a hundred times by now, haven’t you?” he spoke up, grinning widely, absent-mindedly rubbing his beard. My eyes traced the gesture, almost surprised that my own hands itched to do just that to him instead, before his words sunk in.

“Wait, we’re dancing like that?” I queried.

“Yep” he confirmed with a grin. In his eyes, there was a touch of mischief and a determination that I was quick to recognise from his matches. I knew from that moment I was doomed, knowing that I wasn’t going to be able to deny him. Besides, despite what my hesitation might suggest, I really did want to dance with him. Sami was always such fun to spend time with.

“Ok. Just wait a minute, because this isn’t happening in heels” I warned him as I lifted up one foot off the ground and started to work on the buckle of my shoe. It wasn’t long before I began to wobble dangerously, my balance precarious as I stood on one foot. Ever the hero, Sami took a step forward to help, solid hands placed on my body. One hand rested on my arm, the other on my waist. I could feel the heat of them spreading through my clothing and onto my skin and I felt another curious, altogether different heat spreading from my stomach.

“You’ve gone all red. Are you feeling alright? We don’t have to do this” Sami told me, the questions rushing out one after another, clearly concerned.

“I’m fine. You asked me to dance and we will. I want to” I replied, suddenly feeling emboldened, though by what I didn’t know.  I certainly hadn’t drunk enough for it to be that kind of false bravado.

Using his shoulder to help prop myself up, I unbuckled my other shoe, tossing the both of them to one side, ensuring that they wouldn’t be in the way of anyone, not wanting to cause an incident. I felt his hand slide down from my upper arm to grasp my hand and I hoped he didn’t feel me shiver as his fingers ran over my skin.

“Just think of me, dancing in the middle of ring,” he paused, laughing quietly under his breath. “Preferably after a victory for me”.

He winked cheekily at me, pulling a laugh from me, our hands swinging in between us as he began to move. It admittedly took me a moment for me to join in, trying to bring up his entrance music in my head and superimpose it on top of the song that was actually being played out loud.  I thought back to how that upbeat song made me feel every time I heard it play and the anticipation, not to mention the adrenaline, that Sami provoked every single time he made his entrance.

Sami’s face seemed to light up the moment I joined in, my feet moving in time with his. He swung our linked hands together a bit more vigorously, as we continued to dance, Sami Zayn style. He swung me around occasionally, never breaking his grip on me, both of us laughing loudly together.

We probably looked like a hot mess. There was no finesse to our movements, probably moving completely out of step for this kind of music, our laughter drawing far too much attention than I would normally be comfortable with, if it wasn’t for the fact that I was just having so much fun. I could see several people, including Kevin and Nia glancing at us in amusement. Sasha who was still stood next to Nia, even waved cheekily at me.

Sami twirled me under his arm once again as the final strands of music began to fade out, the current song ending. I was admittedly disappointed as we were forced to stop, though at the same time I was thankful for the breather. Sami still had my hand gripped tightly in his and I was probably a damn mess by now, breathing far too hard for what could be considered to be attractive and my hair wild, but damn was I having a great time with him. He made me forget my worries, forget to be so self-conscious.

The DJ’S voice filled the room and I suddenly realised that all the couples in the room had paired off and that the image of a giant clock complete with a second hand, had been projected onto the far wall.

“And it’s time for the countdown folks, 2017 is rapidly approaching, so let’s get ready to celebrate”.

I looked up to Sami, to see him step closer to me. The number 10 was chanted out loud and at this he pulled me towards him, spinning me as the countdown began, bringing me straight into his chest, his hands resting gently on my lower back. My face was only inches from his, lips almost brushing, if only one us leant in a little bit more. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, arms wrapping tighter around me as he realised I wasn’t pushing him away.

“8, 7….” everyone else continued in the background.

“Can I kiss you?” Sami asked, his focus intent on mine. I shivered as a result of the anticipation his words created within me. If I was being honest with myself, I had wanted this for a while. No one made me feel like Sami did, being with him was easy. And while I enjoyed being his friend, that didn’t mean that I didn’t want more.

“6, 5….”.

“Please fucking do” I replied, my voice breathier than I had even realised. Sami couldn’t help but laugh at my response, a wide grin breaking out across his face.

“Fuck, it feels good to hear you say that” he admitted, cupping my face in his hands as he did so, pushing my hair back and out of the way.

“3, 2…”.

“1! Happy New Year everybody!” I heard the crowd roar as Sami lowered his lips to mine.

His lips were moving softly against mine, almost timidly, as if he was still half afraid that I would push him away and reject him. But how could I ever reject Sami?

Wanting to convince him that my feelings were the same as his, I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders, stepping closer into him as I did. I could feel the tension in his muscles fade away as my body pressed against his, Sami’s kiss becoming more confident. He continuously ran his fingers through my hair and I practically melted against him.

It wasn’t the most passionate kiss in the world, but even so I was breathing deeply as we parted. The kiss had been sweet, gentle and loving, perfect in every sense of the word. Sami was grinning down at me, wrapping his arms around me in a tight hug, even lifting me off the ground slightly, causing me to laugh.

As he set me back down on my feet again, I took the opportunity to go in for a quick kiss, wanting to feel his lips on mine again. Sami pulled me back into him as I went to break the kiss, kissing me more urgently this time, his hand laying on the hollow of my back. When he eventually did pull back, I experimentally licked across my bottom lip, still able to taste him, pulling a choked gasp from him.

Both of us blushing, he pulled me into a hug, letting my head settle in the crook of his neck.

“I hope the new year brings you everything you want” he whispered to me and I was only just able to hear him over the music. Looking up, I stroked his cheek, my fingers brushing over his beard.

“I think it already did”.

Training ~smut

Author: completedylantrash

Characters: reader x Chris Argent


Word Count: 2739

Synopsis: You’ve been training with Chris for months, leaving you quite frustrated.

A/N: I needed more Chris Argent smut…there just isn’t enough for my liking lol. So this is FULL of trashy smut. Hope you enjoy!

“Again!” Chris yelled as I lay on the ground out of breath. After months of training, this session was the most intense one yet and Chris was becoming more and more frustrated with me. He runs his hand through his hair, his chest heaving, “You’re sloppy today! Get your shit together and focus!”

“I’m trying!” My shout echoing off the concrete walls of the warehouse. I push off my hands, springing to my feet. I take my stance and prepare for his attack. Right hook, left body shot, right body shot, all of which I block successfully. I land a jab to the left side of his jaw and his head snaps to the side, I smile to myself as he wipes the drop of blood from his lip.

“That’s more like it,” his dark smirk distracts me momentarily, he’s so damn sexy when he’s all fired up. He dips down and sweeps my feet out from under me and I crash back down on the mat.

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Not a request, but a oneshot I was dying to do since seeing that beard. This is also fuelled by the collective beard fantasies/conversations with @momis30 @thedevilsmomma and a few anons. 


“Should I get a skin fade or leave a bit of stubble?” Roman asked nonchalantly as if asking what the weather’s like for the day.

Y/N lowered her magazine and eyed him wearily, “In terms of what?”

“Beard,” he said, speaking with his hands before resting them on her legs that lay on his lap.

But Y/N sat up and intensified her stare, shaking her head in confusion, “Ummm and why would you do that?”

Roman noticed the stress in her voice as she challenged him. He stroked the beard, thinking of a good way to word it. He knew how much she loved it.

“It’s getting hotter, I can’t cope with a damn forest on my face,”

“Babe, we’re in Florida. It’s hot every day of the year, bullshit, don’t you even dare,”

“It’s my beard,” he mumbled, pulling a childish face.


“I said you’re right,” he winked. “Nah but for real, I need to get it trimmed for that GQ shoot,”

“Fuck them, y'can’t shave it. I need you to keep it!”

“You wanna tell them that for me?” he smiled.

“Hell yeah, me and a load of other women, I’ve checked the stats, I know I have a backing,” Y/N said confidently, putting the magazine down.

This was serious business.

“Keep it please? I rarely ask for favours, do this one for me,”

“For what reason?”

“Other than you look so frickin’ sexy?” She asked, biting her lip as she admired him, always, with or without the beard. “It feels so good when you kiss me…”

“So you want me to keep it just for kissing?”

She shook her head no and climbed on his lap, straddling him and cupping his face.

“Noo, you look hella good with it, and without. But with it, you’re like the equivalent of a man in a suit, it does things to me,”

“Oh yeah?” he smirked, shooting his brow up. “Things like what?”

“Inspiring a looot of dirty thoughts,” she whispered in his ear before nibbling and gyrating against him. “Wanna hear what else?”

“Uhhh yeah, I guess so, maybe one or two,” he said tryna act cool about the whole thing, but he was dying inside, aroused by the mere prospect of her being turned on.

“I love it when it grazes my thighs when you go down on me,” she said daringly, watching him for his response.

He smirked, and shifted slightly in his seat, “I believe you told me this before,”

“Have I also told you that it feels nice on my pussy?”

“Dirty girl.  I mean, I forgot, but we can always reenact this, jig my memory a bit,”

“Yes, and for demonstration purposes,” she hissed.

He rolled her over onto her back, not wasting anytime, he put his hand down boy-shorts before looking up and giving her a ‘really’ look. She smiled, biting on her finger seductively.

“Oops,” she shrugged with a giggle.

He groaned and sat up for a second, slipping them off and admired how wet she was for him. So pretty, ready and welcoming.

“Y'know what it does to me when you don’t wear any panties,”

“And y'know what it does to me when you grow your beard,” she retorted.

He licked his lips and grabbed her legs, drawing her closer to him. He leant down and kissed her, distracting her and slipped himself inside her. She moaned in his mouth, accidentally biting his lip as he rested all the way inside her. He pulled away and gazed down at her, expecting to see the disappointment or frustration for not going down on her first, but she looked satiated, waiting for him to rock into her.

“C'mon baby,” she urged, her legs wrapping around his waist and egging him on.

He followed command, gyrating slowly but with power, filling her all the way in each time. She gasped in his ear with each thrust, nibbling her neck, biting her ear and then back down to her neck. And when he took a break from that, he was nuzzling against her neck, his beard rubbing against her smooth skin.

When he felt her walls contract and her nails digging into his biceps, he pulled out slowly, much to her disappointment. His body tightened at the cry that left her lips.

“Roman,” she whined, vocalising her disappointment.

“What sweetie?” he feigned oblivion, his voice light.

“Y'know what, I was gonna cum,”

“Too bad,” he smirked deviously at her and winked.

He began the trail at her décolletage, peppering her body with kisses, enough to make her forget the missed orgasm. She shivered as he descended on her body, he was sucking her breasts tenderly one second, the next, he was at her naval, or tracing the line where her thighs joined the rest of her body.

Her mouth watered at the promise of his lips on hers, drinking from her fountain, suckling, nibbling and biting. And he did just that. Her legs tightened around him, securing him in place as he nibbled at her nub. With each tug, his beard grazed the inside of her thighs. She trembled at the feeling, automatically gripping his hair in a balled fist. He lapped at her again, enjoying her sweet romantic serenades she was blessing him with.

“Fuuuuck,” she squealed, her back lifting off the couch.

He flicked his tongue at her nub, then sucked it gently until he felt her legs shaking, before relocating to her opening where she oozed out, trickling into his mouth. He suckled at her, wrapping his lips around her and enjoying each taste. She found her back lifting off the couch and grip on him tightening. And as hers did, so did his on her thighs. She was gonna hate him tomorrow for this, for that beard that lusciously caressed her skin, with a prickly graze.

“I know you’re cumming,” he commented, eyeing her up from his position as he feasted on her, tasting every inch of her sweet flesh.

She nodded in response, her thighs clamped tighter around him so she could savour that facial hair on her skin. She rolled her hips emphatically beneath him, because she couldn’t get enough but she wanted to come undone at the same time. He was in no rush so he continued at his pace, and thought to spice things up a little bit more. He dipped his index finger in there, then another followed.

“Roman…baby…fuck,” she shrieked, attempting to free herself from him to get a moment to breathe and recuperate from
the sensory overload.

The pinpricks of his beard brushing over her wet folds sent her over the edge, stimulating her clitoris and he felt the effect of it when her walls clenched around his fingers.

“Do that again,” she begged.

“Mhhh?” he asked, intentionally so that he could vibrate against her.

“Do it again…I wanna feel your beard on me,” she managed to say in between breathy moans. “Yes! Yes! Yessss!”

He obeyed his woman, watching her as he did so, how she fell apart with that gesture alone, even though it was her own command. He could see the impending agonising yet blissful release building up in her, so he was gonna give it to her.

“Come for me,”

“You’re…uhhh…touching…” touching her g-spot, she wanted to moan but the words escaped her.

His fingers mimicked his shaft; separating her lips and stroking her as he lapped at her simultaneously.  He gazed up from between her legs, wondering why she’d let go of his hair and saw that she’d closed her eyes and pinched her stiff nipples, rubbing them between her two fingers. She could have sworn she’d just touched the sky. He grabbed one of her hands and replaced it with his mouth, and then she came; thrusting her body upwards into him. She trembled, and gasped, too weak to scream any profanities, even as she watched him suck her juices off his fingers, and her lower half tingled from the constant friction. It was so worth it.

“Well…” she began, speechless. “Wow,”

“You okay?” he chuckled.

“Yeah,” she reciprocated the chuckle, lost in thought. “Give me a minute baby, I need to catch my breath,”

“Who said this show’s about me?” he questioned her before curling his arm around her, hurling her into a sitting position.

And when she realised just what was happening, she could’ve sworn she’d cum at the thought alone.

“Oh jheeze,” she cried, holding onto the couch head rest as he helped her lower her.

“Uhhh…oh my fucking Go- Roman!” she thrushed against him, rolling her hips on him frantically as her lips seperated at the mercy of his tongue; his beard freely brushing against it. This was heaven. It was pure bliss.


Y/N sat at her desk at work the following morning, fidgetting as she struggled to find a comfortable position. Her legs ached. Her thighs ached. Her thighs burnt. Her pussy felt sore, all from the intensive session last night.

She’d complain, really she would, had the pain not derived from a such a euphoric night. The lasting bittersweet pain of his beard grazing whatever part of her skin it made contact with, made her salivate at the mouth, wanting to do it all over again. Right there. On her office desk, legs splayed out for him as he brought her right to the edge of the table and feasted on her like he did last night. But she glanced up and counted four and a half more hours until she’d go home.

Y/N: 😔😔😔😔

Roman: What’s up? 😕

Y/N: I can’t sit down properly

Y/N: And I’m walking like a freshly fucked virgin. I’m so sore.

Y/N: Help! People at work keep asking me what’s wrong

Roman: LOOL! 😏 what can I say?

Y/N: 🙄😒

Roman: 😏😛👅👅

Y/N: Seriously, fuck you

Roman: Poor choice of words

Y/N: I’m using leg day as an excuse for walking funny 😔

Roman: Lame. Tell them what really happened

Y/N: Fuck off

Roman: 👀👅👅👅👅👅

Y/N: I hate you and your stupid beard

Roman: You weren’t saying that when you were sitting on my face though. It’s fine, I’ll get rid of it.

Y/N: NO! NO! Keep it around…for demonstration purposes

Roman: We’ll see

Y/N: Please?

Roman: 😏😏😏😏 If I keep it, it’s for my fans…not you, y'don’t deserve it

Y/N: Same time tonight?

Roman: Fuck yeah!

When We Were Young

Imagine Thorin recognizing you as his ‘One’ in his blacksmith days but not pursuing you until after the BOTFA because he finally feels deserving of you now that he’s the King of Erebor.

The sun was low in the sky, lending an ember glow to the blades of grass below which grew paler and scanter with each turn of the cart’s wheels. Deidra held the leather reins attached to the fatigued mule, her sister, Lila, asleep against her arm as she watched the dark giants nearing in the distance. The rocking of the cart nearly lulled her into slumber herself but she was determined to reach The Mountain before she retired for the night. It would be a waste to set up camp for the night only to ride an hour the next morning to their destination.

The two dwarrows had waited as long as any to return to Erebor and now with her home within site, Deidra became ever more awake as the reality set in. They were truly going home. She had dreamed of the moment a dozen times over but nothing compared with the joy blooming in her chest at that very second. She was tempted to elbow Lila awake but reminded herself that her sister had driven for most of the day. Instead, she smiled for the first time in a long time and focused on the rising stone before her.

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Chibs Request,

Can i get an imagine where your superclose with chibs you confide in him that your a virgin and there is no one you would rather give it to then him. He agrees and confesses his love for you and needs to possesively cĺaim you has his

tw: nsfw, smut

Loving Chibs wasn’t hard, he was an amazing man, he was caring, loyal, family oriented and strong anything someone could wish for to have in a relationship. Meeting him was part of my destiny I guess, I was working on a bar in Charming trying to pay for debts and help support my family. I didn’t remember how it was to live comfortably, with money and whatever makes up for the concept of stability but I loved, you can’t never take away the fact that I knew what love was, because that’s all my mom gave us, love and affection even when times got rough, even when life kicked us in the butt trying to breaking us down.

I met Chibs at the bar, he came with two men that night who I later met as Bobby and Tig, they were charming men, proud of the kutte they were wearing, the reaper on their backs, but we only had silly conversations back then. It was the next time I would see him after my life turned around that I knew I would fall in love with the Scottish man even if we were only friends.

I was crying at a hospital plastic chair, praying for the lord if it actually existed to send some luck, another reason to keep going my way. My mother was sick and I couldn’t pay for the hospital bills, less after being fired for having to take care of her at home. I didn’t care anymore if people looked at me, I was pouring my heart out in that moment but my prayers were heard. The first thing I saw were the worn out boots and the next thing I remember was my face buried deep in between the kutte and the soft black shirt Filip was wearing, my luck was about to change. We quickly became best friends, he was my rock, my confident and I would even dare to call him my soulmate even when he had no idea about my feelings towards him.

“Tell me a secret, lass” said Chibs with a bottle in his hand, I looked at him with doubt in my eyes and shrugged before taking a sip of my drink. “C’mon there has to be something you hide in that pretty head of yours” he said and I bit my lip.

“I’m a virgin” I said in a low voice, I heard him almost drown with his beer and I immediately got embarrassed he was definitely going to make fun of me now. How pathetic I am

“Vir..gin?” he whispered and I nodded moving on my seat “Oh lass, I didn’t mean it in a bad way” he said getting closer to me “You’re bloody gorgeous I just thought it was obvious you were not one” he said and I nodded again.

It was a couple days after that night, Crow eaters were all over the place dancing around and drinking in between the men. Gemma was helping out with drinks and making everyone comfortable while the boys played pool or poured themselves drinks before going to the back with one of the women at the party. I walked around looking for Chibs and I found him playing pool with Half Sack, Happy and some Nomads. He immediately engulfed me in a hug and I smiled at him, we were drinking and laughing, a lot of PDA for the first time since we meet, at some point at the party I looked at his eyes and his smile while he playfully chocked Juice and I knew this man was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, people slowly started being to drunk to function and everyone ended all over the place. Only a few plus Chibs and I were left standing, him not getting drunk just to get me home safely.

“Wanna head home now, lass?” he said just above my ear and I nodded, he took my hand and we went outside to get on the bike.

As we arrived he took me to the door like he usually did when he dropped me off and I smiled at the gesture, he stood there looking at me and I couldn’t deny the rush going through my veins, I got closer and I could feel him stiffen, I put my lips on his and started kissing him slowly but I didn’t get a response so I moved sadly a few steps back, but Chibs took my face in between his hands and kissed me once again.

We ended up in the bedroom right away, I was taking off his kutte and opening the bottoms of his shirt when he took my hands in his “Are you sure, lass?” he said and I nodded “Please use your words, I don’t wanna hurt you” he said

“There’s no one else in the world I’d rather be with this moment, I want it to be you” I said before kissing him once again.

He took off my shirt quickly while I took his belt off, he caressed my skin with his rough hands, breathing and touching every inch on my upper part, leaving loving kisses and love printed all over my body. My pants were quickly taking off and I giggled at the feeling of his beard on my lower stomach, he gave me a beautiful smile and kept kissing my inner thighs. I was in heaven the minute he put his face on top of my panties, living slow small kisses all over them. I put my hands on his hair caressing it and feeling deeply the new experience, when he took them off and started kissing and licking I was in cloud 9, he was gentle but made sure to touch in all the right places. I heard him take off his boxers and open a package, and I looked at him through clouded eyes.

“Are you sure baby girl?” he said once again before kissing my collarbone

“I’m sure Filip” I almost moaned and I looked at his eyes full of lust and adoration. He kissed me softly before getting inside of me, I felt a bit of pain but his kisses full of love distracted me from it, he moved slightly making me groan a bit on pain and he tried to move away from me but I put my legs on his lower back. “Stay, I’m good just stay” I said and he nodded, a bit later I told him to move and he started thrusting slowly into me, making my eyes roll in pleasure. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to lose my virginity with, less with the sight I got the morning after of the beautiful Scottish man sleeping peacefully next to me.

“I love you, YN” he said opening his eyes. “I love you”


Requested by: @ylva-stark.

Ragnar stood at the end of the bed, where the sun cascaded in through the window and puddled at his feet. Aslaug sat on the edge of the bed, smiling and gently combing her fingers through my hair.
“We have a lot to do today,” her gentle touch and nature making the room feel even more homely, it motivated me to want to start the day. “your father and I have some business to attend to while you have your morning meal, and then we will get the day started.”
“Your brothers are already eating.” Ragnar says, eyebrows raised as he ran his hand down his beard. “I think now would be a good time to go and have some. You know how they are.”
“I have your dress picked out for today, so go and put it on. The servants will be in soon to do your hair.” She walks out of the room gracefully, as always, leaving the room a little damper than before. She and Ragnar welcomed me into their home, their sons welcomed me into their lives and Kattegat had almost accepted me as the new royal in town, although the power was not abused by anyone but Aslaug and Ragnar themselves, the title still felt strange and a little forced.
I shake off the feeling of doubt. Doubt that this is real and Queen Aslaug is calling me daughter and King Ragnar just called his sons my brothers. The dress lies across the back of the chair, with a pair of boots underneath it. It’s dark red with white stitching and three skirts. It’s nothing I have ever worn.

Aslaug and Ragnar sits at the foot and head of the table, with their four sons in the middle and an extra chair beside Aslaug for me. Ubbe smiles as I pass him and Ivar mumbles a ‘good morning’.
“He is not one for mornings.” She whispers under her breath and smiles at me. “Ragnar and I are taking you on a tour of Kattegat today. We have horses, but if you would prefer to walk, we can.”
Ragnar swallows his food. “The horses are good if we are going through the forest, but we will show you the sand and markets today.”
“So.. Walk then?” My voice is quiet and Ubbe strains his neck to hear.
“The markets? They are a lot bigger than last time you said you was here.” He rips a bit of his fish apart and takes a gulp of buttermilk.
“She will manage.” Hvitserk chimes in. “They are not too bad once you have figured out where everything sits.”
“Shall we go soon then?” Aslaug glances down the end of the table where Ragnar nods sharply. “After you have eaten.”

Ragnar lags behind, letting Aslaug take the lead with glances backwards to get confirmation on facts she is throwing in, or things she did not know that I was asking. Aslaug hooks her arm through mine, and leans her head gently on the top of mine. She sighs in content.
“I am glad you are here. Having my sons around, with them fighting and causing trouble with one another… it is great to have you around to focus on. I am determine to make you feel like you belong here. As if you are my child, and Ragnar’s.”
Ragnar comes up behind me and reaches around to touch Aslaug’s back to acknowledge her. “I will take you to see Floki.”
“He is the one who makes the boats?”
“You will also meet his wife, Helga.” Aslaug hums. “We raised our children together when Ragnar and Floki would go raiding. Though, their daughter caught a flu and died.”
I drop my head. “Death is… not something to be taken lightly.”
“Helga is a good woman, as Floki is a good man.” Ragnar explains. “They will help If we cannot, or if we are gone.”
“To a different town or village. If the boys are giving you too much trouble and we are both absent. Floki will pull them in line, and Helga will get you away from them.” Aslaug pecks my cheek and pulls me in closer. “I will not let anything happen to you.”
“Nor will I.” Ragnar adds.