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Loki’s New Nickname

Originally posted by wandering-in-hopeless-night

Warnings: Immense fluff, cutesie whipped cream and strawberries and chocolate syrup fights, tackling onto to the kitchen tiles, awkward choking on food, SMUT, fingering, hand jobs, oral, (female receiving) lovey dovey loki

A/N: The wonderful Delilah ( @papi-chulo-bucky ) helped me write some of the smut for this, i became bloody clueless. the (*)  in certain parts of Loki’s speech is a quote (linked)  I’ve used from a blog I found, (trust my you’ll like the sound of it)

Word count:  4812

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You were wondering around the tower, a book in hand and your reading glasses in the other. You had just finished a sparring session with Steve, showering and then putting on some lounging clothes; a baggy vest and some pyjama shorts with some fuzzy socks.

Times had changed with the Avengers; grudges were slowly dissipating, mutual dislike turned to civility and Thor and Loki had become loving brothers once more.

Loki was usually isolated in his own mind, he was a social vampire when it came to gatherings; you wouldn’t get a word out of him unless you invited him into the conversation. He became a good man- it took him a while to earn the trust of the people around him and it took him a while to learn how to control his powers to use them for reasonable purposes.

Everyone was still skeptical about him, though, especially Clint. The whole mind control back in New York made the man uneasy and on guard constantly. Natasha had to keep distracting him whenever Loki joined everyone in the living area, for the man shot imaginary arrows in his general direction.

You had reached said living area and you heard howling laughter. You peaked around to see everyone laughing, apart from Loki.

“What’s going on guys?” You questioned, placing your book on the stand next to where the god was sitting.

“We’ve given Loki a new nickname.” Tony snorted. You rolled your eyes, knowing it wasn’t going to end well.

“And what would this nickname be, exactly?” You arched your brow at them whilst crossing your arms across. The guys, especially Tony and Sam, kept doing shit like this and it annoyed you to no end. You wanted Loki to feel welcome here, and they were making that impossible for him.

Horny.” You heard Loki mutter softly. You turned and looked at him then, emerald eyes meeting your wide ones. “Because of my helmet…What does it even bloody mean?” You kept hearing snorts of laughter in front of you and sneered at the two ‘grown ups’, but you had to stop yourself from giggling.

“Y'know you’re real funny, Tony, Sam, whoever made the nickname needs to grow up.” You picked up your book and sat next to man on the leather couch. “Just ignore them, Loki, they’re children in adult skin.” You whispered softly.

“I still want to know what it means, though.” He mumbled to himself, he shifted slightly and his arm brushed against yours, the coolness of his skin behind the thin material of his t-shirt making goosebumps rise upon your skin. “What are you reading, Y/N?”

“Oh, I’m reading The Rise and Fall of the Krays. Yeah, it’s a true story about two really famous gangsters in East London back in the… 1950’s? I think? Let me double check,” You placed a finger between the pages so you didn’t lose yours, and flipped the book to look at the blurb on the back. “Ah, the 50’s AND the 60’s. I was close.” Loki gave you a small smile and returned to looking out of the window.

You sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sound of soft breathing and distant conversations filling your ears, that is, until Tony piped up.

“We’re all going out in 10 minutes, wanna join, Y/N? Or are you staying here with Horny?” The man chuckled.

You usually declined going out- the hustle and bustle of busy bodies and widely socializing making you rather uncomfortable. You scoffed at Tony’s childish words.

“I’m keeping Loki company, so no thank you, manchild.” You smiled sarcastically at Tony and then looked at Loki. You jumped ever so slightly when you noticed he was watching intently.

“You don’t have to, dear. Go out and have some… Midgardian…fun…” He cringed at word 'fun’. Loki wasn’t used to Earth, still, his idea of fun was pulling pranks and scaring the shit out of people.

“No, no, I’d like to stay here with you - don’t give me that look, Loki -” You were cut off when you heard multiple farewells, returning them briefly. “I don’t like crowds…or large parties that much.”

“Ah, I see. I hope I don’t bore you too much, petal.” You blushed at the nickname he gave you. You and Loki had grown closer during his time at the tower; small talk turned into full blown conversations, boring nights turned into ones where you could bask in each others company for hours, no physical contact became small, innocent touches, but he was still very timid, though.

You shot up from your seat, heading towards the kitchen area, you felt the pang of hunger reside in your stomach, so you had to eat at least something to make it go away.

“Loki, would you like something to eat? I might make some waffles.” You received a hum and a soft 'please’ from him. You quietly turned to see him take a peek at your book and you smiled slightly.

You soon finished cooking, 4 waffles in total. You plucked needed confections out of the cupboards and fridge; chocolate syrup, whipped cream, strawberries.

Before you ushered Loki over, you connected your phone to the sound system and played some music. The place was silent, so you wanted to change that. You skipped through your music list, fist bumping the air as soon as you found ‘No Scrubs’ by TLC. It was one of your favourite as a young teen and you swayed to the beat whilst happily mumbling the lyrics.

“Loki, come get your waffles!” You hollered, the tall god swiftly made his way over the the kitchen, sitting at one of the stools by the island.

“I must admit, petal, I’ve never had these before.” You gasped at his confession, awestruck that he had never tasted the sweet food before.

“Oh, gosh, Loki. Here- try some of mine, I’ve got strawberries, chocolate and whipped cream. I promise, it’s really nice!” You urged, you took some on your fork and held it up to him. “Taste it.”

He timidly leaned forward and took the food from your fork, his teeth baring. As he chewed you saw his eyes roll back with a moan. You bit your lip as you saw his head roll back, exposing the fair skin of his slender neck.

“Lord, if I ever knew how good these tasted, I’d have them everyday. May I?” He gestured towards the confectionery on the table, you replied with a ‘of course’ before you dug into your own, you done good.

A soft tune came on, and you recognised it to be one of Hans Zimmer’s masterpieces. You always played his music whenever you and Loki basked in the late night silences, it relaxed him and helped him focus whilst he read, he told you.

“Could you please tell me the definition of ‘horny’ now, Y/N?” You choked on what you were halfway swallowing.

“U-um, yes, okay, er…” You stuttered, you really wanted to save Loki the embarrassment, but it felt like you were the one in said state.

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” Loki muttered, shoveling more waffle into his mouth.

“No- it’s just crude.” You grimaced. “It means a-aroused…” The clatter of Loki’s fork on his plate startled you out of your embarrassed dazed.

“Well, Stark is in for a thorough beating, dare I say. Not only is he humiliating me, but he’s insulting my helmet-” He stopped when he noticed you staring at him in shock, scared he would lash out and break any plates.

You noticed his amused gaze upon your face, he started to chuckle lightly.

“W-What? Loki, what’s so funny?” You laughed as you cocked an arched brow at him.

Seeing him so happy made your chest swell and a smile tug at your lips. Loki found it difficult to let loose, for he was almost on edge all the time, worrying that if he took his mind off of reality for just a second, something bad would happen.

Your eyes widened as you watched Loki swiped cream across your nose, you let out a shriek as you watched his hand dip into the little scoop of cream and swipe across your cheek, creating a giant line of the white substance.

“You…You’ve got a little something right here, Y/N,” Loki spoke, but this time, his voice was deep with seriousness. His eyebrows furrowed as his gaze focused on your mouth. You watched as his finger gently touched your lip, before smearing more of the cream over your mouth.

You gasped as you felt the cream on your face, but this time he wasn’t getting off the hook. With a sudden burst of confidence, you lunged forward and with all your might, tackled him to the ground. You both landed onto the kitchen tiles with a loud thud, knocking over the stools that were beside you in the process.

“Oof!” Loki wheezed, “Ooh, my head…” He winced, holding his large hand to his head.

“Oh! Loki I-I’m so sorry!” you cried before getting to your knees and placing your hands on his shoulders. You peered down, trying to catch a glimpse of the spot he was holding, but instead was met with his trademark smirk. One that everyone knew meant trouble would soon follow.

‘Uh oh’ you thought. You immediately sat up straight, trying to make sense of why he would be looking at you that way. Before you could think, you felt two strong arms wrap around your body and pull you back onto the floor. He pinned you down with a strong arm before wiping more of the cream from your jaw to your neck. You gasped at the coldness of his slender fingers mingled with the cream and you wriggled underneath him, though he was tall and lithe he was heavy against your smaller form.

Loki managed to wipe more cream on you, not allowing you to escape from his strong grasp. His arm slipped and he accidentally wiped some of the sweetness in the valley of your breasts, both of your breaths hitching.

Loki’s playful facade fell as soon as he caught a glimpse of the small opening of your vest, which gave a perfect -and might he add, amazing view of your breasts. His eyes focused on your body, taking in every single detail it had to offer. From your chest, to your hair, all the way down to your hips. Dare he admit it, but he was enchanted by you.

“Forgive me,” he spoke, his voice soft as his eyes met yours once again. “But you truly are…one mesmerizing creature, Y/N.”

You swore on every single star in the sky, you felt your heart swell with the sensation of longing. You slowly reached a small hand to move a stray piece of raven hair away from his face, your fingers lingering on his jaw a few moments longer than they should have.

Everything was a blur as you felt Loki’s cool lips against yours, the mingled taste of strawberries and cream lingering on the supple skin. You laced your fingers into his long hair and tugged him closer to you, pressing your lips harder upon his.

You were jerked back to reality when you felt him pull away.

“I- I’m sorry, Y/N, for being so bold.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Loki, I haven’t gotten sticky whipped cream and chocolate syrup over me for nothing.” You giggled, pulling him down once more. You moaned as you felt his cool tongue brush against your own, your hips unconsciously bucking to meet his in pure need. You squeaked when you felt cold fingers brush against your jaw, tilting your head to the side.

Loki’s lips left yours, placing feather light kisses against your skin in a pathway to your neck. As lips and tongue left a wet path in their wake as they lapped up the whipped cream left there, you whispered his name, the sound of your voice and the bucking of your hips against his made him groan.

“Do you have any idea how much I crave this? Crave you? The taste of you? The feel of you? (*) Oh, darling, I’ve had plenty of feelings for you since the beginning. So beautiful, so kind, compassionate. I hope my feelings are not unrequited.” Loki confessed, his mouth brushing the valley of your breasts ever so slightly, collecting the white sweetness with his tongue.

“L-Loki, I’ve had something inside me, yearning for you, for a while. I need you, please.”

With that, Loki stood up from the kitchen tiles, pulling you with him. Gently pushing you against the counter, his hands found your hips and hair, he couldn’t decide whether to bring you closer or push harder against your soft body.

You let out a small whimper as his hands slowly snaked their way down to your hips, his nails dragging along your flesh teasingly, making you suffer in the best way possible. Loki dipped his face until it was resting onto your shoulder and began pressing little kisses along your skin.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his kisses slowly began traveling to the flesh beneath your ear, his lips sucking just enough to get a reaction from you. His hands worked their way from your hips until they were resting on the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slightly..

“So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice was deeper now, yet filled with a hint of sincerity.

You felt your pyjama shorts sliding down your thighs, before they pooled around your ankles with a small plop, leaving you only in your underwear and fuzzy socks. You hastily kicked thee shorts from around your feet and your socks, sending them flying to the side of the kitchen, before leaning back into Loki’s touch as a kitten does it’s owner.

“I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this, my love.” He confessed as he began undressing himself, slipping off the dark sweater from his body and revealing his incredibly toned torso. One that you found yourself growing extremely wet at the sight of. Loki was beautiful, despite his differences from his brother. To you, he was perfection.

“Please,” you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your bum through his jeans. You felt his hands slowly making their way to your vest and one by one, began to unbutton each of the little buttons.

“Have patience, my love.” he smirked as he fumbled with the final button on your vest, pulling it back and letting the material slide off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath you both, revealing the soft bra underneath, Loki dragged his slender fingers across the fine lacework, admiring the beauty of such an undergarment.

You could hear his breath hitch as his hands finally rested on your breasts, his slender fingers massaged each of them softly. He dragged his thumb across your nipples, before giving each of them an experimental flick over the thin material of your bra. You arched into his touch, your mouth forming an O.

“Oh my,” you breathed as a wave of pleasure coursed through your body.

He let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled away, earning a small whine from you. Loki quickly rid himself of his remaining clothes, tossing them to the floor without a single care in the world, leaving him in only his tight boxer briefs, his hardness apparent under the thin material.

“So eager, yet you listen to me so well, come, my love. Follow me to my room.”

Bending over slightly, you hastily picked up both of your scattered clothes, trying not to make your rendezvous obvious to those who came back this way. As you straightened, you gasped as Loki turned you around and bent down, throwing you over his broad shoulder, taking you back to his room.

“You cheeky bastard!” You squealed as you felt a light spank to your backside.

“Tsk, tsk. Such profanity from a pretty little mouth like yours, Y/N.” You both laughed at this, you let your arms dangle over his back and you dragged your blunt nails across his flesh only slightly, and you felt him gasp at the sensation. You got a lovely view of his behind and you smiled to yourself.

You felt Loki’s hands grip your thighs, gently digging his nails into your soft flesh. You arrived at the door then- because your felt your feet brush against the solid door. Loki turned the handle and walked in swiftly, setting you down on your feet. He twisted his body and locked the door, you watched as the muscles in his back rippled with his movements and were completely lost in him.

You were brought out of your trance when you felt Loki’s plump lips brush against yours and feather light fingertips brush against your waist. You let your mouth go slack against his, allowing his tongue to brush against yours again, mirroring the actions in the kitchen. You trailed your hands up his forearms, to his broad shoulders and all the way up to his hair, tugging slightly.

Loki let out a soft groan against your mouth, sending vibrations right down to your throbbing heat. He hunched and dragged his hands to the back of your thighs, not once breaking your ongoing kiss, and hoisted you up against him, pushing you gently against his bedroom wall. The coolness making you shriek, making Loki pull back to look into your dilated pupils.

“I’m a frostgiant, love, I don’t need my room to be warm, you should know that already…” He mumbled, placing butterfly kisses into your neck. His erection was pulsing against your heat and you ground yourself down onto him, both sighing at the tasteful friction of his hard cock against the damp heat of your panties.

He pulled you off the wall then, setting you down onto the soft mattress of his bed. He nestled himself between your soft thighs and kissed you fervently. You became nervous; you had done this before, but this was a whole different atmosphere, Loki was different to the rest of the men you had slept with. He was powerful, dominant, he was from another fucking realm for god’s sake.

Loki could feel you tense against him, “I sense your unease, but I’ll be gentle, my love, I promise, there’s no other way I would want this, with you right now…” His words were silk as he spoke and he connected your lips in a passionate kiss that made your arch your back, keening for more of him against you, you shifted your calf around his waist, pulling his hips closer to yours, eliciting a sharp groan from his chest as he felt your soaked panties grind against his clothed cock.

You rocked against each other like ocean waves, his hips shifting against yours, finding that much needed friction, “My sweet girl, so good for me, buck your hips, let me feel you against me.” The soft spoken words against your lips sent shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him, your clothed core grinding against his once more.

Your lips broke apart, green eyes stared into Y/E/C and you felt his fingers tug at the waistband of your underwear asking for permission, and you granted him just that by swiftly nodding your head, bringing his face down to yours, kissing him deeply.

As Loki dragged your panties down your legs, your squirmed in excitement, the feeling of his cold fingers against your scorching skin making you wetter and wetter by the second. Kicking your panties off your ankles, you felt Loki set himself between your thighs once more.

“Do you want my fingers inside you, petal?”

“Mmm, Loki- please, I need you.” You soon felt to slender fingers part your wet folds, rubbing gently from your entrance to your clit, and you moaned loudly at his touch. He spread your slickness throughout your heat and slipped a single finger inside your sex, languidly probing at your g-spot.

“Such a good girl, Y/N,” Loki muttered, watching you as your face contorted in pleasure, your teeth digging into your bottom lip.  “So wet, darling, so wet, all for me?” You hummed and threw your head back against the soft pillow as he inserted another finger, curling and dragging them in, out, in, out.

“L-Loki, keep going and I’m going to-to cum.” You choked. At these words Loki quickened the pace of his fingers whilst his other hand came to to toy with your sensitive clit, bringing you closer to climax, but as soon as you neared the brink he removed both hands from you, making you whine.

“You’ll cum around my tongue first, petal.” His voice was low, gravelly, and it made you take a deep breath, your chest heaved in anticipation as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them whilst keeping his emerald eyes locked onto yours, the action was so erotic you couldn’t bare it.

He proceeded to kiss you then, the taste of yourself on his tongue as his hands reached behind you to rid you of your bra, flinging it across the room in haste. The cool air of his room made your nipples harden, making Loki take the chance to tweak and roll them between his fingers, making you take a sharp breath as you arched your back, yearning for more of his touch.

He shifted down the bed and used his large hands to part your thighs, his grip tight but gentle. He blew a soft puff of cold air on your heat and you jumped.

“You are a goddess, you deserve to be worshipped properly, pleasured like there is no more time in the world, let me give you this, Y/N.” You felt Loki’s tongue lick a thick stripe up your glistening folds. His tongue gently separated your lips, nudging the small sensitive nub that was your clit. You weaved your fingers through his thick, dark locks, tugging sharply.

You gasped, feeling the amazing sensation between your legs. You had your fair share of men please you throughout your life. You’ve had them try their hardest to touch you just right, eager to find what makes you tick. But none of them, no matter how hard they tried, could achieve what Loki was currently achieving at the moment. He made you crumble beneath his touch within seconds, and worshipped your body as if it were the last thing he would ever do on Midgard.

Your fingers weaved their way into his black locks again, gently tugging them as his lips connected with your clit gave a harsh suck. Your body, as if it had a mind of its own, arched off of the bed as he pleasured you, one of hands stayed gripping your hip as the other slithered its way up your abdomen, massaging each breast.

Loki pulled away suddenly and peered up at you, his mouth and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a mischievous smirk. “Does that feel good, my love?”

“Hmm, yes, Loki-”

“That’s it, Y/N, say my name,” He intentionally groaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure straight through your clit and you tumbled down from the immense orgasm. You were a panting mess, writhing and yanking at his hair as you came down from your high.

“I-If that’s what your tongue can do I can’t imagine what your cock can-” Loki silenced you with his lips, the familiar taste of yourself lingering on his tongue. “No need for filthy words, Y/N” Loki muttered against the skin underneath your ear, he could feel hot precum leak from his painfully hard cock, it almost drove him insane.

You relaxed and draped your arms around his neck, basking in the temporary silence, the only sound being both your heavy breathing. You snaked your hands down towards his hips and you palmed him through the thin fabric of his briefs. A choked groan tumbled from his lips at the gentle feeling. You continued to rub your palm across the length of his erect cock through the thin fabric, making Loki buck his hips into your touch.

“You can take them off, love.” You hooked your thumbs into the thick waist band and slowly tugged them down, your small hand curved over his ass, squeezing slightly and giggling at his shocked reaction. Loki didn’t flinch when the cool air of his room brushed against his swollen length, and it didn’t surprise you; he was a frostgiant.

He kneeled and shifted his boxers down his legs because your arms couldn’t reach. His cock stood proud and tall against his pale abdomen, the pinkness of his head contrasting beautifully against the pale.

Loki hissed in pleasure as your warm hand wrapped around him, your fingers smearing the precum around his tip. You began jerking him slowly, squeezing him here and there.

You let him take over, and you spread your legs until you were completely exposed to Loki again. Your breaths came out in short little puffs as he hovered over you, his green eyes darkened with a lustful gaze. You felt your entire body humming with excitement as he reached between your bodies and grasped ahold of his cock and gently ran it along your glistening slit.

His eyes found yours once again, but this time, instead of the predatory, lustful gaze, it was filled with love and passion.

“My love, as much as I want you to take you now, have you any precaution?” Loki’s gaze was serious, and he was relieved when you murmured the words ‘I’m on contraception’.

With a languid thrust of his hips, Loki was sheathed completely inside of you. You took a moment and felt the fullness of him inside you.

Loki held one hand on your hip as the other caressed your jaw as he gazed at you.

“You are divine, my sweet girl, so beautiful. (*) I will take you. Slowly, softly. And then I will claim you. Swiftly, thoroughly. So much that you will cry out for more. Your gentle whispers of my name shall become ragged screams of exhilaration.” He claimed your lips with his he began to slowly thrust in and out of you, the lude sound of slickness along with the sound of heavy breathing engulfing your senses.

Your arms hooked under his and your nails dragged down his back, bucking your hips to meet his thrusts.

“Patience, remember what I said, Y/N.”

You became the opposite, you wanted him thrusting harder, deeper, faster, you needed him pounding into you. Your wishes came true as you felt Loki’s large cold hand inch your thigh above his slim hips. Loki began to quicken his pace, though he kept his grace and steadiness whilst sucking your lip into his mouth, his teeth nibbling at the soft flesh, bringing a groan to rise from your throat.

“Ah-aaahhh, Loki I-” You hissed through your teeth as you felt bottom out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix, as he pulls out to push back in again, his head brushes against your g-spot. Loki anchors himself by threading his fingers into your hair and pulling- not too rough, and not gently either. His other hand ventures down towards your heat, his fingers begin to draw pressured circles around your bundle of nerves and you begin to writhe against him in pleasure.

“That’s it, my good girl, cum for me, yes, cum for me, Y/N.” You feel your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches at his words, with a swift pinch to your clit with his cool fingers, you come undone around Loki’s cock, your muscles contracting against him, adding pressure to the thick vein on the underside, egging his own orgasm on.

“Ah, fuck, Y/N. You’re so good for me, petal, my goddess, let me see those beautiful eyes.” Loki’s face contorted with his orgasm, as yours did prior. You felt the hot, thick streams of cum fill you as he almost collapsed on top of you and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you scream his name.

As Loki pulled out of you, he peppered tender kisses over your shoulders and neck. He shifted to lean on his elbow to look at you in your naked glory, the sweat was apparent on both of your flesh, gleaming in the soft light emitted from the lamp next to your head. Loki stroked a single finger over the skin of your cheek.

“I don’t think I’ve loved anyone as much as I love you, Y/N. It’s such a foreign feeling.”

“It’s okay, I love you too, Loki,” You pulled on a strand of his hair playfully, a smile adorning your lips, “though, I think we should shower, my hair’s gone a bit sticky from the chocolate syrup…horny.

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Fire (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Request! 🙌🏽

A/N: Hey y'all! This was sent in by the lovely anon who requested some hardcore angry sex. I kinda changed it up a lil bit because the original one i wrote I lost cuz I didn’t save it and I couldn’t get on tumblr to re look at the request! 😭 but I hope you like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤


Request: I’m begging you, full out on my knees, to make a smutty bucky one-shot that is just total hate sex. Like him and the reader just dont get along, she thinks hes too brooding and a total try hard, and he thinks shes a pampered bitch. and then one night when theyre fighting just BAM! hate sex but then they realize they actually like each other but none of them will admit it ;)) (there can be a part two, if you want, maybe,) I love your writing

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“Are you fucking serious, Barnes?” you spat as you both entered the quinjet.

This was the third time in the last month he’s jeopardized a mission. The last two were purely out of spite, just to get a reaction out of you. But this time, he almost got you killed as well. To say the both of you disliked each other was a serious understatement. You fucking despised each other with a fiery passion and everyone knew it. You two were polar opposites.

When Bucky got into his little mood swings, he expected you to just shut your mouth and take it. After all, that’s what he was used to with Steve. But you weren’t anything like Steve. Not at all. You were extremely outspoken, you spoke your mind whenever and however you wanted. You weren’t anybody’s trained monkey, especially not his. So of course, when he realized you had zero amount of chill in you, all it did was piss him off even more and fuel the fire between you two.

“For fucks sake, Y/N,” he spat back just as bitterly. “Just shut your mouth for once!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. You honestly didn’t understand his logic. So, you were supposed to just sit quiet while he screwed this entire operation up? No fucking way.

“I know you’re probably used to getting your way,” you bickered, sitting in the pilot seat and flicking on the many switches. “But I’m not everybody else.”

All though you couldn’t see him, you could tell your words hit home. The subtle rumbling of the quinjet was the only audible thing as it lifted from the ground. You, being the pilot and all, kept your focus on keeping the jet in the air. But all that went to shit as soon as you heard him say something under his breath.

“Excuse me?” you spun around in the chair.

“I said you really need to get laid. That’s probably why you’re such a bitch all the time.”

You usually had excellent composure when it came to problematic people like him, but that was your last straw. Standing up, you walked over towards him and smacked him straight across the face.

His head jolted to the side from the force. Slowly, you could see a little red handprint right where the spot was.His eyes widened at first and you immediately regretted hitting him. Reality started hitting you like a brick wall. Bucky was twice your size, not in height though. You were only two or three inches shorter, but when it came to muscle mass, he was a fucking beast.
And you just had to go and awaken it, didn’t you?

“I-I’m sorry!” you squeaked, backing away from him slowly.

He was completely silent, and that sent chills down your spine. He stepped forward, stalking towards you. His blue eyes were much darker than before, which wasn’t a good sign at all. Oh god, what if you somehow managed to send him straight into Winter Soldier mode? If that happened, there was no way on earth you’d be able to fight him off.

Your instincts finally kicked in, screaming at you to run towards the rear of the jet, which held most of the weaponry. It wasn’t the brightest idea but what else was there? You were in midair! Without another thought, you tried to slip past him.

And boy were you wrong.

With ease, Bucky’s metal and wrapped around your throat and slammed you into the wall of the quinjet. You let out a frightened squeak. He placed his flesh hand around your chin harshly, digging into the flesh. You kicked your legs, trying to at least knee him in the crotch. Nat always said that was the best defense in those situations.

Before you could do it, you felt Bucky’s lips on yours.

You went completely frozen.

You expected to be stabbed to death, certainly not this. As fucked up as it was, you couldn’t help but acknowledge how nice his lips felt against your trembling ones. His lips moved against yours expertly, his tongue running along your bottom lip. You didn’t mean to, but a small moan escaped your lips. He pressed his body into yours, easing himself between your legs.

It’s as if he could tell you were enjoying yourself. He pulled away far too soon, smirking down at your smaller self with triumph. Oh, you hated him so much.

“See?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “You’re already a much more pleasant person and we’ve only gotten to first base.”
You wiggled in his grasp, earning nothing but an amused chuckle from him. As humiliating as it was, you were so turned on. You could feel the wetness inside your cat suit and you desperately wished it would go away.

“I hate you,” you frowned, much to Bucky’s dismay.

“I don’t hate you, Y/N.” he says, leaning in between your legs and pressing kisses along your throat. You gasped, throwing your head back. “I dislike you sometimes,” He sucked harshly on the piece of flesh just below your ear, earning a cry of pleasure from you.

“But. I. Don’t. Fucking. Hate. You.” he thrusted his hips against yours after each word, causing your breaths to stutter.

With a small, submissive moan, you spread your legs wider for him. You could feel him grin into your neck. He was enjoying this so much. With another roll of his hips, you felt your orgasm growing nearer. You let out little pants, moving your hips against his much harder. Bucky’s erection pressed against your heat, giving you a sweet mental image of how big he was.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as your orgasm neared. “Please…I’m…I’m gonna-“

The next thing you know, Bucky’s hand released its grip on your throat. Instead, his hand went straight for your ponytail, twisting it painfully. You let out cry, reaching your hands behind your head to free yourself. He practically dragged you away from the wall, all the way until you were facing the large window of the quinjet windshield.

Bucky’s flesh hand slid down to your lower back and gave you a harsh push. Losing your balance, you felt your front collide with the dashboard, your suit pressing against the many buttons. You winced at the feeling of the buttons pressing into your torso. There was no doubt, you were going to have a dozen little triangular shaped bruises tomorrow.

Bucky’s hand gripped the zipper of your suit and slowly tugged it down. You felt the material separate down your body, leaving you exposed. His hand traced down your spine gently, taking in the feel of your feverish skin. With a groan, you rocked your behind back into his crotch. He hissed, grabbing the unzipped material and pulling it from your body, leaving you in only your underwear.

“Fuck…” you heard him whisper under his breath. His hand traced the curve of your ass gently, feeling the soft skin in his hands. He pinched it harshly, earning a cry from you. Bucky traced the waistband of your underwear, pulling it back from your body and snapping it back onto your skin.

“Bucky,” you moaned. “Please fuck me.” You didn’t care how desperate you sounded anymore. You wanted him inside you so fucking bad and all he did was tease you. It was so unfair.

“You gotta ask nicely, sweetheart.” He cooed, hooking his finger underneath the waist band of your underwear and tugging them down your thighs. You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone and the shuffling of his pants coming off. You saw his jacket and shirt being tossed onto the pilot chair near you.

“Please, Bucky,” you tried to sound as innocent as possible. “Please fuck me hard. I need it so bad. Please…sir.”

His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips at the last word.

You were in for it now.

Without any warning, he slammed his hips into yours, his cock entering you forcefully. You let out a scream that echoed throughout the quinjet. Bucky fucked you hard and fast, his metal hand twisted into your hair. Your body jolted forward with each thrust, your nipples brushing against the many buttons beneath you.

“Oh my go-o-o-od!” you moaned, your voice stuttering with each thrust. Bucky nudged his foot with your left one, forcing your legs apart even further. You could feel each and every inch of him inside you, burying himself into your heat deeper and deeper. You placed your hands on the dashboard for support.

“You like that, you little bitch?” he asked, landing a smack onto your behind. You nodded your head furiously. He gave you another smack, this one harder than the last.

“Yes, sir!” You cried out, clenching around his cock. “I love it so fucking much!”

He threw his head back at the feeling, letting out a string of Russian curses. You didn’t understand what he said, but it was still probably the hottest thing you’ve seen. The way his abs flexed each time he crashed into you sent a wave of arousal over you.
For the second time, you felt your orgasm creeping up. You were so fucking close, so close. You just needed it a little bit harder.

Your thighs began to tremble from the approaching euphoria; your eyes closed on their own accord. You could feel your juices on Bucky’s thighs, dripping down your own onto the ground. The sounds that escaped your mouth were so fucking dirty and borderline pornographic, but it only seemed to please Bucky even more.

With a scream of his name, you came on Bucky’s cock. Your pussy tightened around him, milking him into his own release. Bucky fell against your back, his hips stuttering as he neared his own finish. You whimpered, feeling the aftershocks of his thrusts. You could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest. You reached your hand behind you, slipping it between the two of you and began massaging his balls.
And that was it for him.

“Fuck, Y/N!” he shouted into your shoulder, his hips slamming into yours a final time. You could feel his come coat your walls, filling you up. You wiggle from underneath him, accidentally clenching around his cock. His let out a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.

“I think my hips are broken.” You whisper, peering over your shoulder. All jokes aside, you could already feel the soreness building in your hip area. Jesus, you won’t be able to sit down for at least a few days. Damn Bucky and his super soldier cock.

“I don’t hate you,” he admitted softly into your shoulder, completely ignoring your previous statement. Your eyes widened. “I never really did dislike you, either.”

You turned your head to the side. “Then why do you treat me like you do?” you ask, staring at the wall of the quinjet. This was more than just shocking. You were actually convinced that he hated you with his entire being. So what was going on?

“I’m not exactly good at expressing love correctly,” he confessed, letting out a small laugh. But you could tell there was no humor behind it.

“Love?” You questioned, your eyebrows raised.

“I love you, Y/N,” he shifted so that he was right by your ear now. “I have for a while now.”

You couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your face even if you wanted to.

You sigh dramatically. “I guess I kinda, sorta, maybe love you, too. But only if you promise to do this every time we fight.”

He let out a laugh, sending vibrations down your spine.

“You got it, doll.”


-FIN ❤

(I can’t look at the quinjet the same now lol!) ❤

anonymous asked:

andriel with "Are you fucking kidding me?” Or "everything's going to be fine" please ((ps your writing? Just ruin me you are so good!!))

thank you sweet pea! i chose the first one if that’s alright!

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Andrew hated airports. That was a fact.

They were loud and crowded, full of screaming children and businessmen, two of Andrew’s worst nightmares

 But here he was, standing in baggage claim with his suitcase and hands itching for a cigarette. He idly scratched the tattoo at his wrist, looking around for a bundle of curly hair and processed sunshine.

 “Andrew!” There it was.

Nicky ran up to him with barely contained happiness stretching itself into a smile. “You made it! Neil’s going to be so excited!”

Andrew hoped so, or he’d have to explain to his coach why he took a week off near the end of the offseason, even though his team was supposed to be practicing. He was Exy’s greatest goalkeeper, but even the promise of that wasn’t enough to keep him away from his boyfriend.

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anonymous asked:

dicta do you have any larry fic recs? nothing specific but just any fic that you loved a lot? thank you, your opinion on fics means a lot to me, and i feel like you'd probably know the really good ones!

Oh my gosh anon I love the wording of this ask so much. I’ve been meaning to make a larry rec list for going on a year but it just feels so official/overwhelming? But this, fic I loved a lot??? I can absolutely do that!!! and aaaaah there are SO MANY!!! I am not as organized about larry fic as drarry fic so this is, basically, like, a list of fics that stuck in my brain and/or heart and that are all so so good. SO GOOD! (and tbh there’s a whole other list of stuff that i’d rec but would want to reread before attempting commentary, and I have so many things marked for later and like….yeah….there’s a lot of good fic out there) And really, what better rec is there than “this is a fic that stuck in my brain and/or heart”?? Everyone should read them all!!

an act of faith against the night by @elianefics- M, 65k - It’s a clear path, drawing itself in Harry’s mind – where they began, how they ended up here. It’s not hard to convey all the events that led them to this very moment, with all of their twists and turns, not when Harry has been going through them again and again every night, albeit searching for something else.  “Did you know?” When Harry replies, it’s a question, not an answer. “Did you know, that it would end like this?” [Harry and Louis had never imagined that, when they would finally go back to New York, it would be as spies.] (part two of the landscapes of war series)

  • The war from ‘a prayer for which no words exist’ (recced below!) is over, or at least as over as war can be for the people who were there, which is to say….not all that over, just taking different shape. I have endless love for the way this fic treats that aftermath, the way it shows how deeply and irreversibly harry and Louis were shaped by being fighters, and it is a stunning mix of beautiful prose and important ethical questions. It also does some really fascinating meta work with Simon Cowell, the Azoffs, and the Cordens taking on central roles in the post-war nation-building project. It’s a lot for one fic to do, and this one manages it beautifully, and throws in some more beautiful NYC cityscapes, heartaching and conflicted nostalgia, and taut but unwavering H/L love, you know, just for good measure.

another hazy may by deLILAh - M, 41k - louis is a terrible poet and harry lives in the now and they have six weeks to fall in love but, really, it only takes six seconds. bookshop meets military meets summer romance au ft. marlboros, the backstreet boys, and underrated literary devices.

  • It’s been over a year since I’ve properly read this all the way and I can still see parts of it as vividly as if it had been last night. Harry’s hair, cigarette smoke curling upwards, hardwood floors, the rhythm of Harry’s feet as he runs to stay in shape for the job that will take him away from Louis, the feeling of seconds slipping away, and each of them more precious for being so few in number. This is one of those fics that made me nostalgic for somewhere I’d never been - except who hasn’t felt as though time was moving simultaneously quickly and too slowly, as though there is something precious that could fall apart at any second? And that’s one of many things this fic does beautifully: gives us the universality of their story, and reminding us of our own.

Auf Wiedersehen, Sweetheart by @conscious–ramblings - M, 19k - Louis and Harry had been childhood best friends, but had been separated by evacuation as the city they grew up in was destroyed around them. Now, twelve years later, they are both back in London, and through chance they meet again. In a time when you can’t admit to being gay, for fear of arrest, admitting to your best friend that you love them seems like an insurmountable obstacle.Featuring boxer Harry and mechanic Louis, much pining, and a lot of post war Britain

  • There’s often a moment in fic where they’re trying to figure out if the other one is gay and/or available, that’s full of a certain kind of tentative hope because there’s some kind of attraction there and what if, what if it was everything they think it might be? This fic takes that to 11 in the most meaningful way, because it’s the 40s, and being gay is a crime, and it’s not a question of whether they’re reading the right signals - neither of them can afford to send any - but of trying to accept that it could never, can never be. Set against absolutely simmering chemistry (the moment Louis first sees Harry in the ring is a thing I’m still not over) and wonderful research and settings (loved the feel of it, the way it all came to life, how present the remnants of the war were as they went about their lives) and fab secondary characters (Niall is a gem, and Liam is so how I think of him, and really everyone was just perfect) and this incredible click where you can feel the ease and understanding between them, feel the sense that they are destined and absolutely belong together…it takes that tension and longing, already at an 11, to a 12, and the ending is cathartic and beautiful and means so much more for knowing how rare and lucky and precious that moment is, and how much they’re willing to risk, and how it’s kinds of risk that are sometimes very specific to being queer in a moment when it’s illegal and how many of them are universal, and how incredible and enormous and moving a thing it is when both kinds of risk pay off.

Don’t Look Down by zarah5 - M, 92k - AU. In which Louis is a solicitor at one of London’s most prestigious law firms and Harry happens to apply for the position as his trainee. And everyone else is around, too.

  • Harry is unbelievably charming here, and it makes total sense that Louis falls for him, and as the story unfolds the clarity and meaningfulness of their connection gets more and more apparent even as Louis is fighting it tooth and nail. But it’s not miscommunication and it’s not self-loathing, it’s that Louis’ reasons are genuinely thoughtful and important (professional ethics!!!!!! With real implications!!!!) and that they’re genuinely in a difficult position and can’t be together without betraying things that mean a lot to both of them, which made me love this version of him even more and root for them that much harder. And I was already rooting for them pretty damn hard. They fit together beautifully from the first, understand each other on so many levels, are drawn together just magically…and then there are these beautiful moments (Venice omg) and heart-wrenching moments (after that dinner and that one morning and then that other one omg) and hold-your-breath moments (what is Louis gonna dooooo) and heart-pounding momebts, and I could not put it down.

Fake you’re full and feel tomorrow by theglitterbee - NC-17, 21k - Louis is a high class prostitute and the best at what he does. Harry is a hard to please 17 year old who wants to give himself completely to another man. [It contains prostitution, d/s, daddy kink, silly banter and two idiots in love.](The one with the text messages.)

  • listen this is gonna sound like a weird rec but bear with me. this fic was one of the first 1d fics I read, and on face is almost entirely made of things i don’t like, and yet, here it is. It did that alchemical thing where it just worked and it did all these things really well - like daddy kink was 100% squick for me before this and it’s still like 80% squick but this fic explained it in such a way that i got it and could understand it and see why it worked for them and what it meant for them and that psychology made it work (and made me get why it was hot? which is pretty massive for something in the squick category). and i was hesitant about their ages but it wound up being (i think not unrealistically) part of a fundamental kind of self-discovery that was part of why things between them felt so critical and important. and i was v skeptical about social media stuff in fic but this one did it so well that i got it and felt like it really enriched the story and showed a particular kind of progress and dynamic in their interactions that needed to be done that way (and wound up being really cool and impressive). and i was nervous about the potential for the dynamics to not work but they are both full people who needed each other in this very specific way and fit together beautifully and it did some of the best stuff kink fics do imo, where the kink reveals something about who they are and what they need and why they work and who they are individually and together, and so here we are, a fic with tags i wouldn’t usually touch, reccing away and considering a reread. this kind of rec can be kind of ~, i know, but the tl;dr is that this fic is so good it overcame every hesitation and left me totally engaged and impressed and invested.

Hold Me Closer by balanceds - NC-17, 36.5k - Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company’s history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

  • I was so surprised when I looked up the word count for this bc I would have sworn it was at least twice as longc there is so much story, and so much development, and so many moments that stick that. Watching Louis come to terms with who he was as a dancer and and person was this beautiful process that was so rewarding to read, and it was unusual and fresh in this way I really want to talk about but really don’t want to spoil. Along the way there is spectacular chemistry, zayn and Louis taking on gay swan lake, so much yearning and despair and happiness and reckoning and growth, an amazing and deeply satisfying Simon moment, and one of those h/l relationships where they make each other strong.

like a boomerang by @youwilll- M, 52k - AU in which Harry gets trapped in a lift, Louis gets stuck in a Wednesday, and it’s always February 2nd. Until it isn’t.

  • This fic is so so utterly charming in like nine different ways. Harry and Louis slot together so beautifully you can practically hear the click, and then they do it again and again and somehow every time feels fresh and important, and through it all the stakes get bigger as Louis contemplates the meaning of their repeated day and all of these deep questions sneak in, and a bit of a mystery, and a bunch of self-discovery, and a bunch of personal growth as Louis learns and thinks, really thinks, about what he needs to do, and realizes how willing he is to do it. It was so perfectly balanced between being gentle and exciting, between destiny and action, between grand gestures and quiet moments, and it settled like a warm blanket and I looked forward to every chapter so much.  And then, at the end…it was one of those stories that made me want to add and place to my travel list because the relevant moments are so well located and satisfying that you just want to be there, and it captured this particular instant - the way it wound sound and smell and how the air would feel and the electricity of it - so vividly. Lovely through and through.

Love Is A Human Right by @conscious–ramblings- M, 41k - The one where Louis has spent years getting over his ex, Harry Styles, and was almost successful. That is until Harry is elected as an MP, and Louis is given the task of getting him to support an Act of Parliament. Through tears and arguments and a heavy dose of LGBTQ+ politics, their lives finally line up. Will Louis be able to forgive? Will they still want the same thing? It’s difficult to let go of five years of hurt, but even more difficult to be close to the love of your life and let them walk away again.

  • This fic is basically everything I want in a fic, but together so amazingly well that I would never be able to put into a prompt because it’s the *how* that makes it so perfect. I mean, politics, check, LGBTQ politics, check, larry, check, vivid settings, check, emotional stakes, check, pining, check, everything, check. But the kicker is the beautiful complexity to all of it, that the story really truly understands the complexity of coming out and why people  do and why they don’t and what it mean and how it works and the ways it plays out in queer communities, and these gay leads aren’t incidentally gay, but engaged in identity and politics in a way that feels true and resonant, and that manages to both say really important things about queer communities and tell a beautiful love story about coming to terms with who you are and what you stand for and how love shapes (but doesn’t always determine, and I love that about this fic too) your priorities. Then add some simmering UST and simmering RST (hot damn i mean really) and viscerally, deliciously painful pining and hilarious side plots (SGIL!! Ziam!! Nick’s guessing games!!) and a background story that had my heart twisting for them from the first and settings that felt so real they were popping back into my head for weeks and just…superb. Superb.

a prayer for which no words exist by @elianefics - M, 65k - “Louis is a few seconds away from blowing up a rather important section of the New York subway when he sees Harry for the first time.” (part one of the landscapes of war series)

  • War!AU in NYC! Another one that I will admit fit my interests beautifully but it’s the execution that makes it work so beautifully. From the second they meet, there’s an urgency and fragility to Harry and Louis’ relationship that is a perfect fit for the politics and the newness of it all. At the same time, their connection is so certain and solid, and whether they’re waking up in the Brooklyn penthouse loft that I am still not over or getting ready to run into battle, their love casts everything else into relief and brings out some of he human consequences to why people fight and what they have to gain or lose, and shows what all they’re risking. Left me breathless in the best ways, and so glad to have gone on this journey.

Pull Me Under by zarah5 - NC-17, 140k - AU. As the first British footballer to come out at the prime of his career,  it helps that Louis Tomlinson is in a long-term, committed  relationship. Even if that relationship is fake. (Featuring Niall as Louis’ favourite teammate, Liam as Louis’ agent, and Zayn as Liam’s boyfriend, who just happens to be good friends with one Harry Styles.)

  • This was the fic that tipped me right over the precipice and properly into the fandom; how could I not rec it? Even if I wasn’t personally attached, how could I not rec it? It’s so bloody beautiful, watching Louis come to terms with the idea of being out, and to take steps towards it, and to see how his interactions with Harry change that and what develops between them. The pacing is amazing, the depiction of internalized homophobia is chest-tightening in the good illustrative moving way, the world is so immersive (like I went to get the link and 20 minutes later I was still reading and totally entranced), and their relationship 100% made my heart sing, in both the big triumphant moments and the little ones.

things have gotten closer to the sun by starseas - M, 49k - it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.-when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

  • I’m not even entirely sure what to say about this fic that won’t give it away or send people running because here’s the thing: it is heartbreaking. It is worth it. It is sad, yes. It is also exhilarating and beautiful and about why love, platonic and romantic, makes the risks worthwhile, and how we know, viscerally know what is important to us. Real talk pt. 1: read it because I had terrible pms and really needed to cry. Real talk pt. 2: it worked, in that very particular way thar also made me sit and think about who and what is really important and had me sobbing in the best, most cathartic way. That lasting, deep way that’s making my chest a little tight just thinking about it, but that also means that I can smell the snow and feel the frost and see the brilliance of the sun and feel the boys’ love as - more - constant than the sun, and what the heck else could you ask for?

These Inconvenient Fireworks by mdasch and everydayslike - NC-17, 190k - Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

  • this is one of the top ten most affecting things i have ever read in my life. i don’t know how. i don’t know why. i do know that i couldn’t put it down for days and wound up finishing it in a blanket fort on a friend’s couch at 4am, literally doing that feet-kicking thing where you’re so full of feelings you can’t actually physically contain it but have to be quiet and still because the rest of the world is asleep during your emotional revelation. it restored my faith in love and hope. i am still not recovered from the thing on the soccer field at night before the train or the star tattoo or harry taking picture after picture or basically anything about it. clear your calendar if you have to but read this fic and then pls come talk to me about it because like i said i am deeply affected and possibly forever changed.

walk my days on a wire by sunshiner - M, 38.5k - Harry hums, staring at his hands in his lap, and Louis can still feel their smoothness, how solid they were in between his own. “Do you think it’s the same for us? Are we here only because of the likeliness of our jobs? Of our lives?”
“We’re here because we have inventive managers,” Louis says, giving Harry’s leg a little nudge with his knee, but all that’s going around in his head is, I think I’d be in the same spot in every possible universe.  or, when actor Louis Tomlinson used to daydream about dating Harry Styles, this is not what he had in mind.

  • There’s this one moment in Cannes when they kiss and I both really want to talk about it bc it is amazing and really would not dream of talking about bc you have to go read it yourself. So like the summary suggests, they’re in a fake relationship, and they know that that’s what it’s supposed to be, but of course - of course - there’s more to it than that. Like instantly more in this way that you can feel rolling off the screen, that is about sexual chemistry but also a certain kind of very precious fitting together. Watching them see themselves through each others eyes is beautiful, as is seeing how much it means to them to have someone else who understands the pressured of this rarefied, panopticonic world of celebrity, and who loves and validates the ott celeb performer and the human underneath the facade. It’s interesting to read in the context of this fandom, and entirely universal at the same time - who doesn’t want a partner who can love them at their most extreme and most mundane, most accomplished and most afraid, right in the middle of a stadium or right in the middle of taking up the whole damn bed?

whispering of fields half-sown by @elianefics- PG-13, 7k - “And how ironic is it that even now, at the end of all things, Louis’ mere presence makes Harry want to believe that anything is possible again. That the earth isn’t close to collapsing on itself, that the tomorrows are bright and shining and full of promises. Harry hates Louis for giving him something to look forward to when the sky only keeps getting darker. Harry loves Louis for it. ”[All of his boys come back to him in the end, but it’s Louis, Harry has been waiting for all this time.]

  • heartbreaking, lush, moving apocalypse!fic wherein it is absolutely the case that through fire and water and earthquakes and ice, there is one person Harry needs by his side. There’s Liam and Niall and Zayn, too, and what it would mean for all of them to say goodbye, really goodbye, who they all are and what those friendships mean. And Louis. Oh, Louis. My eyes got mysteriously damp in the really good way, and it made me want to sit down and write just to make words like this. The conversation at the end of this stayed with me like whoa, and my chest is getting a little tight thinking about it again. That may make some people want to X it off the list; think twice before you do. This is worth it.

Young & Beautiful by velvetoscar - M, 227.5k - Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes.

  • absolutely beautiful. so vivid i dreamt about it and then went and got a whole bunch of flowers and spent a while wandering around in fancy clothes just because it felt as though i was already living in the story so why not? And how could you not want to be part of this world that is complex and nuanced and subtle and gorgeous (which is not a way i expected to feel about a fic about rich kids btw but this fic makes them so full and the story so engaging that it happened and not only a little). Dimensional characters, wonderful tension, simmering slow burn, complexity, believable and complex psychological motivations,  theme parties, a falcon named cleopatrick, long nights, loaded touches, meaningful subplots, love, resilience. The only possible complaint is it made me want a champagne fountain, and that is not any sort of complaint at all. (lmk if you have a champagne fountain though, it’s been a few weeks and i am really still about wanting to live inside this fic, and also champagne)

I saw a great post the other day about how frustrating it is that so much media very narrowly defines self-sacrifice as one character dying for another, and it reminded me of how much I adore Critical Role for cheerfully subverting that idea again and again and again. Don’t get me wrong, character death is certainly possible with a bad dice roll, but whenever things are controlled by some form of narrative, there’s a clear appreciation for scenarios that don’t involve killing off characters for angst or drama.

I mean, the obvious example is the perfect setup for a tragiheroic character death: Vex gets caught in the detonation of a trap in the tomb of the Raven Queen’s champion and is killed instantly, and her brother, distraught, demands that the Raven Queen take his life in exchange for hers. Raven Queen agrees, Vex starts breathing again… but Vax is still alive. The DM getting creative with what it means for someone to sacrifice their life (surprise! you’re the new champion of the Raven Queen and she’s got a series of creepy and ominously ill-defined jobs for you!) meant that we got a series of fascinating character arcs unspooling all at once.

Keeping away from the self-sacrifice = character-death idea also helps you avoid fridging characters. Percy’s backstory features his sister Cassandra helping him escape the Briarwoods… and getting shot down in the process. But when the party returns to Whitestone, they discover that Cassandra is not only still alive, she’s been working with the Briarwoods to dismantle the townspeople’s attempts to revolt out of a complicated combination of supernatural persuasion and her lingering guilt and rage over Percy having left her to die. The result—Cassandra’s sacrifice taking a very, very different form than the “died to save her brother” narrative—is a million times more interesting than yet another angsty backstory death.

You can apply this stuff to make villains more memorable, too. Delilah wanted Sylas back, so she raised him as a vampire in exchange for a different form of self-sacrifice: the work they’d do together in order to bring Vecna back into the world. The sacrifice can go way, way, way beyond the personal, to the point where there are bodies literally covering the walls.

Or you can have a heroic character refuse an act of self-sacrifice. Vex refused Sondur’s offer to make her into something stronger in order to protect her friends because she wasn’t willing to give up what he requested in return. She knows it was the right thing to do, but the guilt of that decision lingers and has done a lot to shape her character.

You can have a self-sacrifice scenario where the person in question knows that there’s no positive result but is willing to do anything to avoid the negative. When Allura’s teleportation circle malfunctioned, Kima knew that following her was probably not going to bring Allura back and could’ve resulted in both of their deaths, but she wasn’t going to leave her. And again, that act of heroic death was averted when Keyleth and Vex managed to rescue them from the ocean.

There are so many vastly more interesting ways to approach the narrative notion of self-sacrifice that go way, way beyond “so the character dies and everyone else is sad about it, the end”. The challenge that goes into approaching self-sacrifice in a creative way really pays off, and the kicker is that you can explore loss and fear and devastation without losing that underlying beacon of hope. That’s pretty cool.

Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 7  A/B/O

A/N: ALRIGHTY YALL! This one gets a lil wild!  😭 But it was super fun to write! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah  ❤️

By the way, I added in a hidden Marvel character, let’s see if you guys can find them! (;

Warnings: Angst. Swearing. Light smut. Violence. 


The cry you let out shook Bucky to his core.

The only thing he could think was that maybe this was the universe’s way of finally punishing him for all he’s done. If it was, he’d do anything in his power to rewind these past two days. What he did had absolutely nothing to do with you, but from his experience with life so far, that didn’t really matter.  

The sound of the door opening broke his trance.

“What are you doing in here?” Elisa stood in front of the two security guards. “There’s a patient in here! You need to leave.”

One of the guards peered over at you and then Bucky. He pulled out some kind of device and began speaking into it. That send a wave of panic through you.

“We need Ms. Y/L/N to come with us at once.” The other one spoke harshly. He stepped around Elisa and began walking towards you.

Immediately, Bucky ushered you behind him with his arm, placing himself between the two of you.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” Bucky spat. You could hear the growl rumbling through his chest as he spoke. You wrapped a hand around his arm, peeking around his shoulder.

Elisa was still standing in front of the other security guard. Her hands on her hips as she all but cursed him out. She was livid.

“-my hospital wing and you will not just waltz in here in the middle of a private examination! That is illegal!” She exclaimed. The guard tried to step around her, only for the woman to plant a foot in front of it, blocking him once again.

Bucky slowly began backing away, his flesh hand wrapped around yours protectively. There was no way they could take him out, you knew that. You’ve seen footage of what he could do. But the last thing you wanted was to create a giant ruckus.

“Move aside. Now!” The man barked at Bucky, stepping closer.

Your hand tightened around his hand as he pushed you back even more.

“Y/N,” Bucky said over his shoulder. Your eyes snapped upwards, meeting his blue ones. Somehow, he looked eerily calm. How in the hell could he be?

“Yes?” You squeaked. You could feel your legs shaking underneath you.

“When I count to three, I need you to run as fast as you can out of this room. Do you hear me?” His voice was soft, but you could sense the panic underneath it.

You shook your head rapidly. “No, not without you!”

He gripped your hand tighter. “Y/N, this isn’t a negotiation, sugar.” The guard began walking towards you at full force. Oh no….

“One…” he counted.

“Two….” he pushed you away from him as the guard threw a punch.

“Y/N, run!” Bucky shouted as he caught the man’s punch with ease and twisted his arm in an unnatural position.

Wasting no time, you raced towards the door, only for the other security guard to swipe at you. Elisa picked up one of the medical trays and brought it down on his head with all her might.

“Y/N, Go!” She exclaimed.

You dashed down the hallway as fast as your legs could carry you. Behind you, could could hear heavy footsteps, which only caused you to panic even more. You turned the corner, nearly colliding with the wall.

You felt the fabric of the hospital gown tug harshly, causing you to slow down. Not knowing what else to do, you swung your elbow backwards into the person’s face.

“Ms. Y/L/N, that’s enough!”

You wiggled in their grasp, kicking your legs with all your might. This earned you a violent slap to your face. That was a terrible way of treating a pregnant woman, but then again, they wanted you sterilized. They didn’t give two cares if the baby got hurt.

You shrieked as the man began carrying you away. You immediately went into a full panic. You dragged your nails down his arms, digging into the flesh. You kicked his sides as he tried to haul you away.

“Grab her legs!” The man called to someone. You felt foreign hands grasping your feet, preventing them from moving.

You screamed as loud as you could, flailing your arms. This wasn’t happening! There was no way they could do this legally! This was forced sterilization.

Suddenly, you felt a sharp stabbing pain on your thigh. Looking down, you saw that one of the men had gave you a sedation shot.

Before you could think, you saw the bright light of Tony’s Iron Man. He grabbed one of the men and flung him across the room. You felt the other man’s grip loosen on you, followed by screams.

“Y/N?” Tony’s voice trembled as he knelt down beside you. You could feel yourself slowly fading away, the sedative working quickly throughout your system.

“Steve, get a medical team over here now!” He shouted over his shoulder. The last thing you saw was his worried face above you.


“How is this even legal?” Pepper asked as she re-read the document for the third time. The last she heard of a delta sterilization waiver was in the late eighties and that was in an extreme case. People didn’t do this anymore, so it made her wonder.

What kind of man was your father?

As far as she knew, you were a grown woman. Completely capable of making your own decisions on any aspect. What gave him the right to play doctor in this situation? It was completely insane.

“Her father is one sick bastard.” Sam commented from the kitchen. He popped open the top to his beer and took a sip. “Who agrees to sterilize their child?”

Tony sighed and rubbed his temples. One day. He was gone for one day and somehow the following managed to happen:

  1. Barnes knocked you up.  
  2. Natasha tried to knock you up but failed.
  3. You’re scheduled for a forced sterilization and termination.
  4. Bucky literally killed two shield security guards.

How did this even happen? Did he really need to hire a babysitter for these fools? Bucky was a hundred years old, for fuck’s sake. And you were the most mature young adult he’s ever met. But maybe things changed. How was Tony supposed to convince the law Bucky was acting in self defense this time?

Tony felt a bit salty towards this whole thing with you and Barnes.

How could he not? You were -dare he say it- the last piece of family he had, yet somehow Bucky managed to take you as well. God, he hoped the man didn’t have some kind of grudge towards him and did it as retaliation. He didn’t seem that petty.

“Are there any loopholes around this waiver?” Tony asked, taking a sip from his coffee. He might as well inject it, he needed to be as woke as a 9/11 conspiracy theorist today.

“It says here that only Mr. Y/L/N can break the waiver.” Pepper said quietly, completely lost in thought.

“Yeah, we already know that.”

“WAIT!” Wanda suddenly exclaimed, standing up from her spot on the couch. Her eyes were wide as she scurried towards Pepper. She snatched the paper from her and held it up to her face, her brows furrowed as she read carefully.

Everyone eyed each other in confusion.

Tony totally forgot she even lived here now.

“What is it?” Steve asked, peering over her shoulder.  She gasped, setting the paper on the desk.

“I think I just found a way to fix this!” She smiled, her eyes shining with hope.


Bucky gently rubbed small circles into the flesh of your stomach. He hadn’t left your side for anything.

You were still asleep beside him, your back pressed against his chest, your body curled against his. It was strangely intimate for two people that weren’t bonded and Bucky had to remind himself that each time he felt like he was getting too comfortable.

This time, he would get your consent above anything else.

Who knows? Maybe you two will end up being great companions? He didn’t want that in the slightest -he wanted you a hundred percent. But if you only wanted to see him once a year, he’d agree just to see you content.

You stirred slightly, shifting your position so that you were facing him. Your hair fell over your face as you opened your eyes, completely oblivious to what happened since going under.  

You inhaled deeply, taking in his scent. You really enjoyed that. But your body seemed to enjoy it even more. You placed small kisses along his collarbone, earning a small sigh from him. The arousal between your legs was back, but this time you wanted to let nature take its course. You were too exhausted to fight it off again.

“Y/N,” Bucky spoke, his voice caught you off guard. Peering up at him, you gave him a small smile.

“Hi,” you greeted, your voice rough from all the screaming earlier. You sounded like you had gargled glass.

He ran his metal hand through your hair. You practically purred as he did so. How did he manage to do this to you without even trying?

“What happened after I left?” You asked timidly. It was unclear whether or not you really wanted to know. Was Elisa okay? You hoped so.

Bucky tensed at your question and you could see the panic in his eyes. Oh no, was she okay? Was the baby okay?

“Bu-”

“I don’t remember,” he confessed, although he sounded like he didn’t believe that himself. “Steve said I had another episode. And that those guards…”

“Are they okay?” You honestly didn’t give a damn if they were, but you still needed to know if they were at least alive. Bucky could be in serious trouble if he killed people.

“Steve said that one of them is in the ICU. The other…” your eyes widened. You sat up from the bed and pulled the covers back. Immediately, you re-covered yourself.

To your surprise, you were no longer wearing the hospital gown. In fact, you weren’t wearing anything at all except the white cotton panties that was underneath. You heard Bucky’s breath hitch and you blushed.

“We’re screwed aren’t we?” You asked over your shoulder.

“That’s not that very positive, kiddo.” He chuckled. You felt his metal hand rub your back softly, soothing the tension in you once again.

“C’mon, doll,” he whispered, gently pulling your shoulder backwards until you were lying on your back again.

His hand traveled down to your stomach and began rubbing it in small circles. You let out a small sigh at the coolness of his metal hand on your warm flesh. You could get used to this.

Bucky rested his chin on top of your head, humming softly with content. He could get used to this, too. It felt so…right. Like this is supposed to be happening, but did you feel like that?

You closed your eyes. The circles on your stomach slowly lulled you to sleep, until you felt them traveling lower and lower. Your eyes opened, not so much that he could tell, but enough to peer down and see what he was doing.

His fingers slid underneath the waistband of your panties and snaked their way between your legs. Hey ghosted over your lips, barely connecting with the soft flesh. Your breath began to grow uneven. He slowly spread your folds with his fingers, and ran his middle finger over your clit.

Your hand instantly flew to his bicep, clutching it tightly. You felt Bucky place a kiss onto your temple as his middle finger rubbed small circles into your nub. The moan that escaped your lips sent shivers throughout Bucky and he yearned to hear it as many times as possible.

“You like this, baby?” he asked, rubbing harsher circles. You let out a whimper and nodded furiously.

“Yes, alpha.” You moaned, closing your eyes at the feeling of his fingers.

Bucky bent downwards, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it harshly. Your back instantly arched into his mouth. His fingers ceased their circles and teased your entrance slowly, before sliding inside your heat.

“Oh, Bucky…” you mewled, leaning your head back onto the pillows. His fingers felt even better than before and you could feel yourself growing closer to your release. Just a few more strokes of his fingers…

“-found a way to help Y/N- OH MY GOD!” Steve practically kicked the door open, causing it to slam against the wall.

“STEVE, WHAT THE FUCK!” Bucky shouted as he shot up from the bed. With a shriek, you grabbed the sheets and covered your body. God damn it, Steve! Captain America could survive being frozen for seventy years, but he couldn’t use common courtesy?

“I’m sorry!” he apologized, shielding his eyes with his hands. “I didn’t think you would be…fonduing in here!”

You cringed. What was he on about? What did fondue have to do with this? You didn’t even like cheese that much.

“What do you need? I’m kind of preoccupied here.” Bucky snapped. Steve rolled his eyes before looking over his hands.

“We found something, I think it’s a way to get Y/N out of this contract.”


“Y/N?” Elisa asked as she re-read the document in her hands. The entire team was in the common room now, with you seated on the couch next to Bucky. He hadn’t let go of you for more than a few seconds at a time. 

“Is this true?” You felt everyone’s eyes on you. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t spoken to him in over three years. But you hoped -no prayed, that he’d do this for you, just this once. He hated you, you knew that, but you were practically children the last time you saw each other. However, he did live in Louisiana, on the other side of the country. You doubted he even knew you were in New York after what happened. 

With a deep breath, you nodded. 

“His name is Remy,” you said, looking around the room at everyone’s shocked faces. “Remy Y/L/N, he’s my older brother.” 

“If that’s true,” Peter chimed in from beside Tony. “He’s a blood relative and an alpha. He can break the waiver!”

“There’s a problem,” you pulled out a small file from inside your loose jacket. Everyone’s eyebrows raised. How did you even fit that in there. 

“What’s the problem?” Bucky asked, his arm wrapping around your waist tightly. 

“He uh…isn’t exactly too fond of the law. In fact,” you open the file to reveal your brother’s picture. Gosh, he hasn’t changed a bit. 

“He’s got a bit of a gambling problem.”


-FIN  ❤️


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Don’t Say Anything (End)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: just fucking fluff my dude. We need fluff after this emotional rollercoaster DSA put us through. Also warning if you don’t support having a kid before getting married I guess? Fun fact: My parents aren’t married at all but they’ve been together for 18 years (crazy, I’m 17) and my momma had me when she was 19. Idk why I’m telling you this alright goodbye

A/N: Why do I always put an authors note even when it isn’t necessary? It’s a mystery to me. Anywaysssss It’s over! Thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this series, I hope you absolutely loved it! Heartbreaking fics is what I do best I guess. Alrighty well finish reading this shit and tell me what ya this overall :)

9 years later

Bucky wakes up to the sound of giggling and the smell of bacon being cooked. He let out a grunt and stretched, looking over and checking the time on his clock. 9:15 AM. With a huff (because quite honestly, he didn’t want to get out of bed) he stood up and immediately saw the papers sticking to his metal arm by the help of some magnets. He smiled, taking them off and looking them over. There were 2.

One of the papers had ‘I love you daddy’ written on it with hearts while the other had a stick figure drawing of 5 people all smiling. This made Bucky smile even more, knowing exactly who pinned the papers to his arm. He pulled the magnets off and walked downstairs, heading straight to the kitchen where he saw you and his three kids.

Your first child was named Rosalyn. Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. She wasn’t necessarily a mistake - god no - but she was unplanned. You and Bucky had only been dating for 3 years when you got pregnant with Rosalyn. It was a surprise for both of you. Her middle name, obviously named after Bucky’s mother. You remember his reaction when you suggested it.

After many long hours in labor, you had finally given birth to a beautiful baby girl. You were sat up on the bed, pen in hand as you filled out the form the nurse had passed on to you. You and Bucky had agreed on the name Rosalyn but when you came across ‘middle name’ you turned to the super soldier who was in the middle of doing skin-to-skin with your little bundle of joy.

“Buck.” you say softly. His blue eyes find yours and he smiles. “We never discussed a middle name.”

He pouted, looking down at his daughter who was sleeping soundly in his arms. “Hmm.. Delilah? What do you like?”

Your eyes go down to your daughter and you smile before locking eyes with Bucky. “How about Winnifred?”

The ex assassin’s eyes soften and gloss over with tears at the mention of his mothers name. “Really?”

“Yes, really. It’s a beautiful name.” you nod.

Bucky sniffled, quickly wiping away a stray tear. “It is.” his eyes travel down to the baby. “Rosalyn Winnifred Barnes. I love it.”


Your second child was named Olive Natalia Barnes. You had her a year into yours and Bucky’s marriage. She was a stubborn little thing; didn’t want to come out so the doctor had to induce your labor. Olive was a little sassy thing (I mean for Pete’s sake she rolled her eyes at Bucky!). She reminded you of Natasha, hence her middle name. Upon hearing the news about Olive’s middle name, the red head cried. A lot.

The doctor finally let you have visitors but only two at a time and the first two people through that door were Steve and Natasha. They made their way to the foot of the hospital bed and smiled at you.

“Hey Y/N,” Steve was the first to speak. “How’re you feeling?”

You give him a smile. “Sore, but I’ll manage.”

The blonde chuckles before moving over to his best friend leaving Natasha who had migrated beside you.

“You look like shit.” the red head comments and you laugh.

“Thanks Nat, just what I needed.”

“Hey, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t tell the truth?” you laugh again. “When can you go home?”

“They want me to stay one more day.” you respond and Natasha nods.

“Seems reasonable.” her eyes drift over to Olive who was wide awake. “And who’s this little one?” she cooed.

You smile. “This is Olive.” you carefully hand her over to Natasha.

“What, no middle or last name mom and dad?” she joked, keeping her eyes on the baby.

You look over at Bucky who smirked and that’s just what you needed before you turned back to Natasha. “Natalia. Olive Natalia Barnes.”

Her eyes snap up to meet yours, flickering between you and Bucky. “Oh my god.”

Her eyes fill with tears as she starred down at your baby girl.

“Do you like it?” Bucky questioned when all you could hear was her crying.

“Buck and I think it suits her. She rolled her eyes at him earlier. Reminded me of you.” you add with a smile, watching the two bond.

Natasha lets out a laugh and wipes away her tears. “I love it.” she says. Olive wraps her tiny hand around Nat’s finger. “I love it so much.”


Your last and final child was named Steven Christopher Barnes. You had him four years into your marriage. Bucky chose his name; naming him after his best friend. In all the years you’ve known Steve, you’ve never seen him cry. That was until the day Bucky told him what his nephews name was.

The doctor allowed visitors two at a time, just like last time with Olive. Again, Natasha and Steve were the first two to come in. Bucky was holding your son, rocking him back and forth in his arms.

“Alright, kid number three, let’s get this show on the road.” Nat joked as she sat in the extra chair beside you.

You lean your head back and smile.

“How was it? The birth, I mean.” Steve asked as he stood next to Bucky.

“God, by far the easiest.” you respond causing both Natasha and Steve to laugh. “He just slipped right out like a waterslide.” you imitated a waterslide with your hands and mouth and Bucky chuckled.

“Wow really?” the red head questioned.

“Mhm. They told me to push, I did and he was out like that.” you snap.

“Wow..” she murmured. “Oh hey are you fine… down there?”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well with Rose you… ripped… down there and then Olive did the same thing. Did it happen this time?” she questioned.

“Nat, do you see how big my son is?” you gesture over to Bucky. Steven has been your smallest child - in a healthy way of course, he was perfectly healthy.

“Ah, okay, I’m taking that as a no.” she nods.

The two men chuckle and you advert your eyes over to them.

“What’s the little guy’s name?” Steve questioned, peering down at your son.

“Do you want to hold him?” Bucky asked as he stood up.

“Yeah, of course.” the blonde nods. Bucky passes Steven to his friend who cradles the little bundle safely.

Bucky smiles at the sight. “His name’s Steven. Steven Christopher Barnes.”

When the super soldier looked up, his eyes were threatened with tears. “You named him after me?”

“Yeah. You’re the most caring, inspiring, brave, kind-hearted person I know and I only hope my son will turn out like you. You’re a good man, Steve. I’m proud to call you my best friend.” Bucky tells him.

Steve lets out a small sob as he gently hands Steven over to you before engulfing his best friend in a tight hug. “Thank you, Buck.” he cried into the brunettes shoulder. “I love it.”


“What are you lovely ladies doing?” he asked playfully. Steven makes a noise from his highchair. “Oh, and gentleman.”

“We’re helping mommy with breakfast!” your six year old, Rosalyn replied with a smile.

“Daddy, daddy! Did you see my drawing?” your four year old, Olive asked, jumping off the chair she was sitting in and running over to Bucky.

He squats down to her level. “I did and I loved it, doodles.”

Olive smiled and wrapped her arms around her father. Bucky calls her doodles because she loves to draw. He picks her up in his arms before striding over to the fridge. Using the two magnets, he pins the papers to the fridge before making his way over to you.

“Morning baby.” he spoke.

“Morning.” you look at him and smile only for Bucky to capture your lips in a kiss. Rosalyn and Olive let out strings of ‘ew’ and Bucky pulls away, chuckling.

“What are you saying ‘ew’ to?” he questioned, holding Olive tightly as he rounded the counter to Rosalyn.

“You and mommy kissed.” Rosalyn scrunched up her nose.

“What’s wrong with kissing?” he was now standing in front of her.

“It’s nasty!” Olive cuts in and Rosalyn nods in agreement.

Bucky smirked. “Oh really? So how would you feel if I.. kissed you!” he grabs Rosalyn and began peppering kisses on both her and Olive. They laughed, trying to get away from him but of course failed. He didn’t let them go until one year old Steven shouted ‘daddy’.

Moving away from the girls, he walked over to Steven who sat in his highchair, eating. “What? Why’re you yelling at me?”

The toddler giggles and raises his arms in the air, making grabbing motions.

“You want up?” Bucky asked and Steven nods. “Well too bad. Eat your food.”

Bucky turns away but looks over his shoulder only to see Steven’s lip quivering, getting ready to cry. He immediately turns back to his son and kneels down. “Oh no baby I was just kidding, come here.”

He lifts Steven out of his highchair and cradles him to his chest as he swayed back and forth.

You put the last piece of bacon on a plate before taking it over to the table, passing Bucky and Steven. After setting the plate down, you turn to your husband and son. “Oh my baby, what happened amorcito?” you coo and Steven lifts his head off of Bucky’s shoulder to look at you. He’s pouting, lip quivering even though he was perfectly fine when Bucky picked him up. “Is daddy being mean?”

The one year old nods and you softly run your fingers through his hair with a pout. Bucky rubs Steven’s back and kisses his cheek. “I’m sorry, bug.”

After a minute or two, Bucky puts Steven back in his highchair before sitting down as well, ready to eat.


You and your family make it to Tony’s new and improved Stark Tower (Tony’s request). Upon entering the living room, you see that everyone was already there.

“Hey.” you greet first, Steven in your arms while Bucky held Rosalyn and Olive’s hands.

They all turn their heads towards you and smile. “Hey guys.”

“Auntie Nat!” Olive shouted, pulling her hand from Bucky’s and running over to Natasha.

“Hey doodles, what’s crackin’?” the red head placed Olive on her lap.

“The bones of my enemies.” the four year old responds and you shake your head.

“Ah, I’ve taught you well.” Natasha high fives her.

Rosalyn slips away from Bucky’s grasp and makes her way over to Wanda and Vision.

“Hi aunt Wanda.” Rosalyn smiled.

“Hey Rose.” Wanda grinned, making room for the six year old to sit.

“Hi Vis.” Rosalyn waved.

Vision nods his head. “Hello, Rosalyn.”

Rose gets comfy. “Can you tell me about outer space?”

“Why yes,” he smiled. “What would you like to know?”

You tear your gaze away from the two when Steve comes towards you, arms outstretched. “Gimme.”

You smile, handing him Steven who hugs Steve tightly. “Hey buddy.” he chuckled. You watch him walk back to Sam and Clint and you scoff.

“The asshole didn’t even say hi to me. No ‘how’re you doing’ or ‘hi Y/N - Nothing!” you say.

Bucky chuckled. “He’s attached at the hip with Steven. Those two are hard to separate.”

You playfully roll your eyes. “Tell me about it.”

At that moment, Bruce walks up to the two of you, a water bottle in hand. “Hey guys.”

“Bruce! You’re back!” Bucky exclaimed, hugging the doctor.

“Yeah, I’m back.” he laughed as they pulled away.

“For good?” you question.

Bruce smiles, knowing why you’re asking. “Yeah, for good.” he then turns to look at Natasha who was busy with Olive. “It’s about time I stop running away from the good things in my life.”

You grin and Bruce turns back to you. “Anyways I should get going, I’m surprised Tony hasn’t called me-”

“Bruce!” Tony’s voice cut off the doctor.

Bruce chuckled. “I spoke too soon. See you guys later.” and with that, he disappeared into the backyard.

Bucky set the diaper bag down near the wall just as Thor walked up to you. “James, Y/N!”

“Thor!” you shout, wrapping your arms around him. He gives you a bone crushing hug. Literally. He cracked your back.

“How is everything? The kids?” he asked.

“Everything’s good, the kids are good.” you nod over to where they are.

“And the baby..” he trails off.

“Steven.” you nod.

“Ah, you named him Steven.”

You let out a laugh. “Thor, I was not going to name him what you suggested.”

Bucky wraps his arm around your waist, a thing he usually does for no reason.

Thor touches his chest dramatically. “What’s wrong with Asgardian Warrior Barnes?”

“Everything!” you chuckle.

“It would have been perfect for him. He could have been a warrior for Asgard.” he responds.

“Uncle Thor!” the voice of Olive rips through the air.

“Yes, my green Olive-” Thor turns around with a smile but it is immediately wiped away when he sees Olive holding his hammer with no struggle at all. Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on her.

“Uncle Tony tripped over your hammer so I brought it to you.” she smiled, lifting it up. Thor takes it.

“Right.. Uh…” he clears his throat, looking around the room at everyone who was watching. “Thank you Olive.”

She nods and walks back to Natasha while everyone pondered what just happened. Four year old Olive just picked up Thor’s hammer. Holy fuck.

“Right…” Thor says again. “I’m just gonna… go see if Tony needs help.”

And he was gone. Sam was the first to break the silence, laughing his ass off. “Hey Bucky, your kid is worthy.”

“Can it, Sam.” Bucky chuckled and just like that, everything was back to normal. You look around the room, frowning when you don’t see Pietro even though you knew he was away on a solo mission. You missed your best friend.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, baby doll?” Bucky questioned.

“Pietro.” you sighed. “I miss him.”

“I know baby,” he sighed, kissing your forehead. “He’ll be back next week.”

“I know.” you lean into him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You let out a deep sigh, watching your kids smile and laugh with your friends. It was a wonderful sight.

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky murmured softly and you pull away slightly, enough to look at him.

“Yeah?”

The brunette smiled. “Thank you,” he says. “For giving me a chance all those years ago. For marrying me. For giving me three beautiful children. Thank you.”

It’s your turn to smile. “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” he responds and your lips meet in a kiss. “And maybe we can get Nat or Steve to watch the kids tonight so we can…” he trails off while his thumbs rubs circles on your side.

“How long has it been since we’ve had sex?” you question.

“Six months.”

You groan before looking around. Olive was with Natasha, Rosalyn was listening to Vision talk about outer space and Steve was sitting on the floor with Steven and Sam, Legos sprawled out before them. You look back at Bucky.

“Who says we have to wait till tonight?” you smirk.

“Are you suggesting we-”

“Yup.” you nod. “My old room is upstairs and I know for a fact that it’s empty.”

“Naughty, naughty.” the soldier smirked before glancing around to make sure no one was watching. “Let’s go.” and with a squeeze to your hip, the two of you enter the elevator.

Some things never change.


A/N: I don’t know if you guys read my end-of-the-chapter authors notes but if you do holy fUck this was 2617 words and it’s 5:39 AM and I’ve watched Wreck-It Ralph a total of 5 times while writing this. Anyways it’s the end! Tell me what ya think!

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Seriously. Don’t ever buy a rabbit on impulse. If you haven’t actually sat down and researched rabbit care, I can almost guarantee you don’t know how to take care of a rabbit. Here’s the thing:

Pretty much everything the average person thinks they know about pet rabbits is wrong.

They are not low-maintenance pets. They are not good pets for children. They cannot be cuddled and played with like cats and dogs. They cannot be kept in a small animal cage like rodent pets. Also, they’re not rodents!

It’s been suggested (and well-accepted in the rabbit community) that rabbits are more closely related to horses than rodents.

And think about that for a second; because what the average person thinks they know about how to take care of a horse is a way better guide to taking care of a rabbit than what they think they know about taking care of a small animal.

Rabbits are tiny horses. They need lots of space, lots of excercise, lots of food, lots of attention, and lots of vet care. Neglecting any of requirements will result in the animal wasting away, getting sick, or going insane.

Delilah was so stir-crazy and starved for affection when I rescued her, she would throw herself against the bars of her cage, and press her cheek against them to make it easier to pet her if you chose. It was heartbreaking

If you think you want a rabbit because a dog or a cat needs too much space, attention, time, effort, vet care, etc etc, you’re WRONG. Do not get a rabbit, because they need all those things just as much as a cat or dog!

This Easter, get a stuffed bunny instead.

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Meet little old man Lahi!

Meet pudgy princess Delilah!

Learn about Lahi and Delilah’s story!

Read more about the myths surrounding pet rabbits!

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Questions, comments, suggestions, or generalized squee'ing? Rabbits love attention!

Ok but can we talk about how Lucifer is very, very old like minimum the entire human history and longer coz when his dad started with humanity it sounded like he was young-ish so he’s like minimum 200,000 years old and allot of that was spent in hell and time goes much more slowly there. 

And he spent only what sounded like part of his childhood or young life feeling loved and cared for. His feelings of being unwanted likely started when his dad started with humanity and all semblance of belonging or love would’ve disappeared when he was sent to hell. So 200,000 years of not loving or being loved, then he comes to earth and indulges in all the fun he can get. He views his partners as at least caring a little for him (which they don’t apparently) which is probably why he was so upset and determined to find the killer when Delilah was killed in the pilot, he really didn’t care for many people but he appeared to care at least a bit for her. Enough to want her to have a good life anyway. 

So she’s gone and he’s back to having no one to care about, then Chloe turns up and he cares about her! Allot more than he’s cared about anyone else in his 200,000 years of living. Eventually he gets over his fear and multiple emotional walls he has up from 200,000 years of being a torturer in hell. Then he finds out that actually, it was all a trick and once again he’s been had and the person he cares for (in his mind) has been ripped away from him. And he doesn’t believe she would accept him for who he is anyway. 

I just want to give some perspective coz I was thinking about this today. 200,000 years is a fucking long time no wonder it’s taken almost 2 whole seasons for Lucifer to actually admit he cares for someone. And he’s prob gon be a fucked up lil devil when he comes back with all his walls back up and weeee fun angst 


And on Chloe: I’ve seen people be all ‘shes gonna get back together with Dan’ NO BITCH DON’T YOU REMEMBER WHAT HE DONE? Dan betrayed her, allot. Like he was a royal dick face I don’t think she’s gonna go back to him. He practically abandoned her to the criticism of everyone and now Lucifers abandoning her so I wouldn’t be surprised if she puts her walls up again to. Hers are just as strong as Lucifers and it took her just as long to bring them down. 

So. 


imma go cry in a corner now bye I’m so looking foreward to May but low key scared coz it’s gonna hurt allot 

So okay, this is the other, angry version of Percy having a post-episode 100 breakdown. And this one comes with a very important preface - not everything Percy says is right. He says some shit that he has strong opinions about but he is not necessarily correct. He is mad about some things he is not necessarily justified in being angry about. Anger isn’t always logical or reasonable. Do not get on my ass about this. I know. 


“I’m going outside,” Percy says in a flat tone of voice that brooks no argument.

Everyone looks up at him with varying degrees of concern but if Percy spends one more minute in this monument to bad memories, he’s going to start screaming, so he bypasses all of them and heads down the tunnels.

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 5  A/B/O

A/N: WOW. So here it is y’all (; part 5! I may or may not have gotten carried away a little, but that’s what happens when i write a/b/o fics lol. I hope y’all like  it! ENJOY! - Delilah (-:

Warnings: Smut. Swearing. 



“How are you feeling, doll?” Bucky asked softly, placing a hand on your forehead. He pulled it back as soon as he felt your scorching temperature. How were you even alive at this point? Looking back down at you, his eyes scanned over your body.

The sheets had rips and holes in them from your previous experience with Natasha. He felt his chest tighten with jealousy. It wasn’t rational by any means, but it only motivated him. He’d make sure that you would be well taken care of, even if that meant he wouldn’t be satisfied himself. He was more than willing to do that.

“It hurts alpha.” you whimpered, reaching out for him. His hand traveled down to your cheek, caressing it lightly. He brought his head down to your throat, inhaling your exotic scent deeply. Your smell alone had him fighting for control. He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. The last thing you needed was to be intimidated-

“Are you fucking deaf!” you spat, making him jump and pull away from your neck. “I’m going to die if you don’t hurry it up!” Your eyes were completely dilated, your brows furrowed with anger. Jesus, you looked so fucking gorgeous to him.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N.” he let out a shaky breath as he fought against his instincts to flip you over and drill you into the mattress. You grabbed a fist full of his hair and shoved your mouth onto his.

The kiss was nothing but teeth and tongue, but you felt nothing but sweet relief. Your body physically relaxed as his hands roamed your waist, down to your thighs. When he pulled away, his ocean blue eyes were completely black with lust. A small growl escaped his lips as he forced your legs apart and dipped his head between them. Before you could scold him further, you felt the amazing sensation of his tongue flattening against your clit.

Your head fell back onto the bed, your eyes fluttering shut.

Bucky lifted your thighs upward, your knees resting near your head as he lapped up your juices. Your hands instantly flew to the remaining sheets, balling them up into your fists. Each stroke of his tongue sent waves of pleasure throughout your trembling body. Your breathing was completely erratic, your heart thumping wildly in your chest.

Bucky’s tongue circled around your clit, pressing into the nub harshly as he did so.

“F-fuck!” you squealed, closing your eyes at the feeling.

Sensing how much you liked the feeling, his tongue flicked harder and faster, tracing little imaginary alphabet into the sensitive nub. You could feel the slick between your thighs dripping onto the bed below you, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. You were completely lost in your own world, your hips thrusting up into Bucky’s mouth in time with the strokes of his tongue.

Your legs began to tremble as he ate you out, signifying your orgasm nearing. His lips collided with your clit once again, sucking on it harshly, while his metal hand traveled downwards and brushed against the small ring of muscle below.

Your eyes shot open, your arms reached down to stop him, but it was cut short by the feeling of another orgasm hitting you. Hard.

“Oh my god!” you screamed as your body shook as he milked your orgasm from you. Your pussy pulsed rapidly as he worked his magic fingers in and out of you. The slight burn from it only added onto the euphoric feeling.

You felt him pull away from your heat suddenly, much to your annoyance. You whined, lifting your head just in time to see him pull away. His lips were completely wet with your slick; a small string of saliva stayed connected as he pulled away and licked his lips. It was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. Alphas just didn’t go down on their prey, but Bucky here seemed to enjoy it more than getting off himself.

The relief was only short lived, though.

You weren’t ungrateful for what your alpha just did for you. You were beyond grateful, but your body wasn’t.

“Alpha,” you sighed, reaching upwards for him, your fingers making grabbing motions. Bucky peered down at you with lust, leaning into your reach. Your hands ran down his body, which had far too many clothes for your liking. You tugged at the black tank top he wore, causing it to rip slightly. Taking the hint, he slid away from you, much to your dismay.

Standing in front of you, he began undressing.

Very slowly.

Usually, you were quite timid when it came to the male anatomy, but today you’ve literally had enough with the coyness. Completely drunk on your heat, you watched your alpha with hungry eyes as he slid the piece of clothing over his head and threw it to the side without a care. When it came to his sweatpants, he took his sweet time, chuckling with amusement when you let out a whine.

Crawling onto the edge of the bed, you decided to take measures into your own hands. Or mouth.

You swatted his hands away quickly, and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants. Before you could tug them down, his hands shot out and grabbed yours, stopping you.

“I don’t think you deserve this just yet, sugar.” He cooed, enjoying the eagerness of your actions. You let out a huff.  He leaned down until you were eye level and ran his tongue against your bottom lip. You let out a whimper, your hands traveling to his hair. But being the alpha male he was, he pulled away.

“I think you should work for your alpha, just like I worked for you.” You blinked, bringing your hand back down to his sweatpants and gently tugging them. His hands grabbed yours again and forced them away.

“How am I supposed to please you, alpha?” you asked, your eyes flickering between him and the gray sweatpants on his hips. He smiled down at you as a predator does its prey.

“You’re a smart girl, Y/N,” he said softly, cupping your cheek with his flesh hand. You leaned into the touch. “I think you can figure it out on your own.”

You stared back up at him, completely distraught, before placing your hands back on the bed. You leaned forward, taking the material of his sweatpants between your teeth and tugged them down as much as you could.

Bucky inhaled sharply, the feeling of your mouth so close to where he needed you the most was driving him insane. He usually didn’t care for foreplay that much, but he wanted you to experience just a hint of alpha dominance before he fucked you senseless.

When the waistband was past his thighs, they fell to the ground on their own accord, leaving Bucky completely naked for your eyes to feast on. You imagined him as muscular, but not too much. Just the right amount of tone-ness in all the right places, and he was in reality. But the sight of his large, fully erect cock made your eyes widen with excitement.

This is what you’ve needed for so long and he was finally going to give it to you.

Your thighs practically trembled as he crawled towards you, gently pushing you back onto the bed.

You initially expected him to flip you onto your stomach, but to your surprise, he flipped you both onto your sides, facing each other.

“Y/N,” he breathed, causing you to look up at him. His eyes were searching yours for something; you had no clue what it was. “I’m not going to be able to stop.” He confessed.

“I don’t want you to, alpha,” you replied softly, pressing your lips onto his. “Please fuck me.”

Bucky moaned into the kiss, his tongue danced across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, allowing him to enter. The kiss was the most intimate form of contact you’ve ever felt, and you craved more. His metal hand hooked itself underneath the flesh of your thigh and raised it, placing it onto his waist. He positioned himself at your entrance, kissing you deeper.

And in one move, he was inside you.

You gasped into the kiss, feeling him fill you up bit by bit. Your walls clenched around him, causing a string of Russian curses to escape his mouth. His flesh hand was tangled in your hair, preventing you from moving away. He rested his head against yours, his eyes closed in complete bliss. You felt just like he imagined you would: amazing.

Bucky began giving you slow thrusts, giving you time to adjust to his size. You could feel every inch of him, the way his head hit further and further inside you, the way his hips rested against yours each time he bottomed out. Your hands wrapped around his shoulders for support. As he picked up speed, you let out a small moan. His eyes opened, watching your reactions. You were so responsive already and he hadn’t even started really fucking you yet. He snapped his hips forward harshly, making you cry out.

“Yes, alpha!” you moaned, your hands pulling on his locks. “It feels so good!”

He fucked into you harder now, his hips hitting yours forcefully and you loved every second of it. His metal fingers dug into your thigh as he held it at his waist. Bucky’s breaths became completely erratic as he drilled into you and the sounds coming from your mouth only turned him on more.

“You love this, don’t you honey?” he growled. “You love being a slut for your alpha?”

“I love it, alpha!” you cried out as he pounded into you. ”I-I’m your slut!”

Bucky lifted your leg from his waist and extended it upwards, spreading your thighs wider. He fucked into your abused hole faster, creating an obscene sound that echoed throughout the room. You met his thrusts with your own, eager to have your alpha’s seed inside you.

“You’re so fucking wet, Y/N,” he groaned, his blackened eyes staring into yours. All of his self-control went out of the window from there, but you were far too gone to give the slightest care. You wanted to be dominated, whether your mind wanted to admit it or not. Your body was already submitting to him, all you had to do was let him.

“You’re mine now, do you hear me?” he growled into your ear as he shifted his hips, hitting your g-spot. The scream you let out nearly deafened him, but he couldn’t give the slightest fuck.

You nodded, your eyes filling with tears of pleasure. “Yes alpha!” you screamed. “I’m yours, it’s all yours!”

“You gonna give me little alphas, Y/N? Huh? You gonna let me breed you until you can’t walk?” he moaned. You could feel his cock pulsing inside you as it hit that special place over and over again. Your shut as you felt your orgasm finally approaching. You dragged your nails down Bucky’s back, creating bloody lines down his body.

“I’ll give you as many as you want, alpha!” You sobbed into his chest. His words alone nearly brought you to your release. “Please make me come!”

With a small grunt, Bucky began thrusting rapidly, his fingers bruising your thigh as he gripped it tightly with each thrust. His eyes looked animalistic as he watched himself entering you over and over.

Without thinking straight, you did the most unthinkable act at the time.

You grabbed a fist full of Bucky’s hair and yanked his head back, revealing his neck. In a flash, you bit down onto the flesh, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Bucky’s eyes widened with shock before he spilled himself inside you with your name on his lips like a prayer.

You released his shoulder as your own orgasm shook through you, hitting every nerve of your body like thunder. You released his neck gently and pulled away, a small content smile of your face. You were finally satisfied.

But when you looked up at Bucky, you saw that he wasn’t smiling. No, he was staring down at you, his eyes wide with fear. Immediately, you realized what you had done.

You had just bonded with Bucky.

And he didn’t pull out in time.


- FIN!

Omgggggggggg pull out game WEAK! 

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Supernova. 

Warnings - fluff, angst, surprises, dad!tony.


Steve stumbled into the kitchen, it was early in the morning and his was rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light. It was a Saturday, it was 8am, and Tony had decided to wake the entire tower up by blasting AC/DC over the speakers. Each team member was slowly willing themselves to get up, groaning and cussing at the behaviour of their team-mate as he rushed around the kitchen, making sure he had everything in the correct place. Since it was early and the sun was shining outside, Steve moved himself out of bed and decided to go on a run after he had a cup of coffee in his system, “Morning Capsicle, wonderful day, don’t you think?” Tony asked as he poured a cup of coffee and slid it over to Steve who caught it with ease.

The super soldier frowned at the strange behaviour as he sipped at the drink in his hand, “Why are you so happy today, Tony? What have you done?” Steve deadpanned earning a chuckle from behind them as Natasha entered the kitchen wearing a pair of joggers and a vest top, grabbing a blueberry muffin from the tub in the corner before ripping a piece off and popping it into her mouth.

Tony feigned mock hurt as his mouth fell open, Natasha sent him a sceptical glance and he huffed, “Oh fine,” he exclaimed as he looked to Natasha mischievously, “Nova is coming home today,” Tony said and Natasha dropped her muffin, covering my mouth with her hands to conceal her gasp.

“What?!” Natasha shrieked as she searched Tony’s face for any sign of a lie, Steve watched the pair with confusion as she hugged Tony tightly, “I can’t believe it,” she breathed as she backed away.

Steve cleared his throat as Clint entered the room, “What’s the face about?” he motioned to Natasha who threw an apple in his direction, he dodged the flying piece of fruit and threw his middle finger up at her as he grabbed a bottle of juice from the fridge.

The red haired assassin leaned against the counter and wiggled her eyebrows, “Nova’s coming home today,” Clint spat out the orange drink in his mouth and wiped his lips with wide eyes.

“Nova? Our Nova?” Clint asked and both Tony and Natasha nodded in sync, “Our Nova.”

Bucky joined Steve in the kitchen, just as confused as he was, Sam stood on his other side, “Sorry, but who or what is Nova?”

A voice scoffed from behind them as Bruce emerged with Vision at his side, Wanda following them in moments later with a serious case of bed head, “Nova is Tony’s daughter,” Steve’s face twisted in confusion, “Yes, Tony somehow managed to conceive.”

Bucky’s nose twitched in disgust, “I didn’t need that image, thanks Bruce,” he commented as he coughed and picked up a pastry from the basket, “But I never knew you had a kid, congrats.”

Tony looked around with a soft smile, “Yeah, she’s just about the only good thing that’s come from me,” he stated which made Natasha nudge him with a grin of her own to almost match his.

With the look on Tony’s face it was obvious to tell that Nova meant a lot to him, even if some of the team never knew of her existence, it was all to keep her safe, “When’s she due home?” Clint asked as he sat up on the counter.

The man checked his phone to look at her last call or message, “She got on her plane in Iceland last night, last thing she said is that she’ll be here around lunch time,” he paused and looked at the clock, “I say we’ve got about two hours,” he said with a smile, “I’ve sent Happy to go and get her since she insists that I keep my ‘old ass’ planted in bed,” Sam snorted at the reference and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully as Tony reeled off the insult from his phone.

“Well that’s two hours to get a surprise party ready, right?” Wanda asked from the corner as she buttered some toast and cut it in half, Tony smirked and looked around at the team before nodding, “Fantastic,” the team split off, making a list of what they needed but mainly allowing Natasha and Clint do it since they knew what she liked the most.

The list contained all sorts of things, Nova’s favourite foods which included doritos and a specific make of triple chocolate chip cookies, then were were banners and a cake which Natasha had called in a last minute favour for. Tony had ordered a huge and expensive bouquet of white roses, Nova’s favourite flowers, as well as a whole selection of giant stuffed elephant teddies, her favourite animal. Then Natasha created a CD of her most liked songs, and Tony got her baby album out as well as a collection of her old certificates for a range of things from horse riding to karate. Tony was immensely proud of his Nova.

A chime indicated a text message on Tony’s phone, one from Happy which said that he and Nova were pulling up to the tower and that they would be up on their floor in a matter of minutes, “Everyone, she’s here, hide in the kitchen, come on,” he told the team as he ushered them all into the kitchen, making them duck behind the counters.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Happy was talking to someone who was wearing heels, the sound of a suitcase being wheeled also filled the hallway as they walked through, “Dad? Are you here?” Tony peaked out from around the corner of the cabinet he was hiding behind, he watched her dark waves fall over her face as she bent down and picked up the card which had been stuck into the bouquet of white roses, a ghostly smile tugged at her lips as she read the card, “Nova, sorry I couldn’t be here when you got home, I’ll be back soon, love Dad,” she read the card aloud to Happy who looked at her sympathetically as she shrugged and slid the card onto the table.

Tony mouthed a countdown to everyone crouched behind the counter with a smirk as the rustling of clothes sounded where Nova stood, all at the same time everyone jumped out yelling, “Surprise!” as loud as they could, making Nova jump and lose her footing, and they all watched her fall to the floor and hear her land with a loud thud followed by a groan. Tony sped around the counter and jumped over the sofa as Nova turned her head and looked up to the ceiling dazed, “Are you okay, Nova?”

Nova looked up at her father and a million thoughts ran through her mind, how he had began to trim his stubble, the light in the middle of his chest had gone, most importantly she noted how old he looked, she cocked her head to the side with a smirk, “Since when did you get so old, dad?” Tony gave her a displeased look as she rose to her feet with a smirk, “Look at those frown lines! Jesus, dad!” her fingers poked in the lines creased into Tony’s forehead and he continued to look at her with the same unhappy expression.

Once Nova had silenced her little digs she stood up straight and smiled at Tony who cracked underneath her gaze and instantly wrapped her in her arms, kissing her forehead softly before examining her. How tanned she was, how her skin glowed and her eyes shined brighter than the sun. Nova looked older, because she was, Tony had figured out that she left home when she was 18, and that was 5 years ago, which made her 23 years old, “Since when did I get old? Look at you,” he poked her ribs and smiled when he heard her giggle happily before squealing.

“Nat! Clint! Oh my god!” Steve watched as she hurtled over the sofa and wrapped her legs around Natasha, pulling her to the floor as they both laughed heavily, groaning in protest when Clint lay over both of them, “Get the fuck off me Bird Brain,” she shoved him off and stood up, hugging Bruce tightly, “How’s it going Brucie?” she ruffled his hair and took a step back.

Bruce flattened his hair and grinned, “I’m good, how was travelling?” he asked her and they all watched her eyes light up.

“Oh it was amazing! I started off in Brazil and ended in Iceland, couldn’t travel and not see the Northern Lights, and let me tell you, they were the best part of the whole trip,” she gushed and Steve admired how she spoke and retrieved her phone from her bag to show Tony and Bruce the pictures, “It’s a hotbed for physics and geology,” she told them.

“You’re personal playground?” Tony nudged her as he scrolled through the pictures, allowing everyone to put up banners and posters around them, “Exactly Dad,” Nova stated as he pulled her in for a hug, mumbling about how much he missed her.

Tony looked around the room and realised that most of the people were strangers to his daughters, so he gathered them all around, “Everybody, this is my daughter, Nova Delilah Stark, she gets her looks from me and her brains, ow-” he yelped as Nova dug her elbow into his ribs, “Okay, she doesn’t need me to be clever, she specialises in physics and geology and finds my suits to be highly unnecessary,” he stated shooting her a look, “Okay, now, you know Natasha, Clint and Bruce already,” he stated with boredom as he pointed to each person in turn, introducing them, “This is Wanda, Vision, Sam, Bucky and last but not least, the Capsicle.”

Steve rolled his eyes and stepped forward, shaking Nova’s hand in his own, “My name is not Capsicle,” he stated and blushed when she giggled, pulling her hand away to cover her mouth.

Nova nodded and smiled warmly, “I know, you’re Steve, it’s nice to finally meet you,” she acknowledged as she looked to her father, “You do understand I’ve been hacking into your computer since the day I left, right?”

Tony frowned and his eyes widened, “Why didn’t FRIDAY, tell me?”

Nova crossed her arms, “Because FRIDAY’s got my back, Dad,” he suddenly went red and went to open his mouth, “Yes Dad, I’ve seen the tapes,” she looked away shamefully trying to stifle a laugh but failing.

Steve watched the interaction from Bucky’s side, he took the chance to really look at Nova, how her dark hair fell down her back in loose curls, how her makeup was done to perfectly and so naturally, how her eyes twinkled, he was utterly and completely mesmerised by her, “Don’t even think about it,” Bucky muttered to his best friend as he too watched the brunette poke fun at her father.

“Do what?” Steve replied innocently as his eyes raked up and down her body, how her jeans hugged her in all the right places and how her vest top showed off a teasing amount of cleavage.

Bucky sighed, “Don’t go chasing Nova, Tony will kill you, literally,” he told his friend before walking away to talk to Sam, leaving Steve behind to let his eyes follow Nova wherever she went.

Warm Me Up part 1

College wasn’t nearly as terrifying as people made it seem. It wasn’t much of a change. At least not for Will. Being independent wasn’t that different from how it was back home. His mom worked all day and he watched his sister while she did, which meant he had to learn to cook and clean and help her with homework while managing his own.

He’d looked forward to college. To being able to be his age instead of a fatherly brother. What he hadn’t looked forward to were the awkward friendless days and lack of transportation or money. He would forget to eat sometimes, but he didn’t want to make food in bulk like he always did because he was on his own. He had no one to share with.

It wasn’t too bad. He was good at socializing, at talking to people he met in the café or on his way to class or in class. They were just never official friends. They weren’t people Will saw himself hanging out with off campus, or people he found himself taking up to his dorm to watch a movie or play a game.

His campus was relatively small. A college that was hard to get into but not very well known. He saw a lot of familiar faces, but none of them had names in his mind.

As he walked with his head bent over his phone, someone rammed into him at a corner. “Oh s-” He stopped when a pair of hands pushed him back and looked up to see a dark haired guy scowling at him through a grunt of annoyance. “S-sorry,” Will muttered.

The guy gave him half an eyeroll and walked away. Will felt his cheeks flare with embarrassment and anger. He shut his eyes and took a breath and kept walking. As he walked into class, a guy he usually sat beside turned to him excitedly.

“Dude!” he exclaimed, taking Will by surprise because he hardly ever initiated conversation if not for a partner discussion. “Listen, the café is having an open mic night and me and buddy are performing. I wanted to know if you’d come to, you know show support.”

“Oh. Sure what time?” he answered.

“Seven. It goes on until nine, but you don’t have to stay the whole time.” Will nodded and jotted it down on his hand. “Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He smiled and turned his attention to the professor as class started.

Will figured it’d be fun to hear people sing and play their instruments at this thing, so he was actually looking forward to it. He was looking forward to it so much, he got there half an hour early and found himself seated near the front, reading a book as he waited.

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speaking of Delilah’s self-absorption and need to be important, I also think it’s interesting how titles of her paintings shift their focus depending on Delilah’s relationships with the subjects. Let’s take a look at the inner circle.

Luca, His Eyes On Me” reflects his obsession with Delilah and curiously lacks any comment on her impact on him. Almost every other title talks about meaningful, impactful change Delilah brought to a person - “I Am the Ruin of His House,” “Her Heart, I Bathed in Poison”, “Her Face is My Smile”, etc. Yet she doesn’t seem to care about her impact on Luca besides the fact that he watches her every move. He is obsessed with her, he covers the entire city in incredibly expensive banners with her face on them, he spends nights in her bedroom, he makes musicians play day and night in front of her silver statue and fantasizes about said statue coming alive and visiting his bed. It shows how little he understands of her or her magic, but he is devoted nonetheless. The Heart says that Delilah “thinks about him sometimes, but only as someone might think of a favored pet.” That’s all Luca Abele is to her, and she is just not interested in what he is aside of him being ready to lick her boots and fight a war on her behalf.

“My Fires Burn within Breanna’s Marrow” is something different, it’s not about superficial adoration, it’s about her inspiring and loving Breanna Ashworth, literally being the fire that gives her life. It’s much more personal and devoted, it implies permanent connection on both sides, not the one-way impact like the other paintings. Delilah’s effect on Breanna is profound and unparalleled, she was her freedom, her love, her salvation, her goddess and her revelation. She knows everything about Breanna down to her marrow - and owns it too. There’s also an underlying context of Arcane Bond between them, we can see from her letter how thankful Breanna is to Delilah for opening her connection with the Void, how excited she is to feel “the strange winds” of it. And this is why when you take away Breanna’s magic, Delilah abandons her. From Delilah’s point of view, her flames within Breanna died out.

Interestingly, it’s the ONLY two paintings that have names in their titles. Everyone else is “he” or “she” (or “craftsman”, but we’ll get to the science goblin next). It’s two of the most devoted people in her life, the only two she reached from the Void, the only two deserving of names. Even if she doesn’t care about Luca as a person, he worships her wholeheartedly, and it is what Delilah ultimately wants from people, so he still is more valuable to her than others.

In contrast, “I Look Upon the Craftsman” doesn’t just lack a name in the title - it lacks even a pronoun, which *every* other painting gets. Even the goddamn tree is “she”. “Craftsman” is distant and impersonal. It also lacks an active action, an impact - “look upon” is observational, curiously passive for Delilah who yearns to leave her mark on people. She and Kirin Jindosh are obviously not close. They basically use each other in a mutually beneficial way. But for Delilah, the most important thing she wants from people is worship. And Jindosh is not going to worship her, he states plainly that he doesn’t even care who’s the Empress. He also wants to solve her, like he does with everyone else (his painting is the only one staring back uncomfortably) and Delilah does not appreciate this. In her letter to him, we see that he asked her about the Void and her connection, and Delilah puts him in his place - she says that wonders of the Void are innumerable and she witnessed them, but he doesn’t have a slightest hope of imagining them. She tells him to be content with seeing slightly more than common people. Basically, she tells him that gifted craftsman is all he’ll ever be. Delilah is wary of Jindosh, resentful for not being able to affect him, and looks down on him for his limits within the common world.

I Regard Her, Within and Without” is different. It’s also distant, but though “regard” and “look upon” might seem close, they are not similar. “Regard” implies not only observation, but also respect. There’s also an underlying sense of Delilah’s power over Hypatia, - “Within and Without,” - we know that she is controlled through Luca Abele. But “Regard Within and Without” also translates a fascination of all aspects of Hypatia. There’s sadly absolutely zero shown interaction between them in-game, but Alexandria Hypatia is obviously not someone who Delilah sees as mundane. 

We’ve Gotcha

Title: We’ve Gotcha

Characters:  Gibbs, DiNozzo, McGee, Y/N (reader) -no pairing

Word count: 982

Warnings: fluffish, slight angst

A/N: I have a lot of Gibbs coming out rather close together, so I hope you don’t mind. </3 I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3

This was requested by @maybeinmylife: Could you write an imagine in which the reader starts to get hit on or in general feel uncomfortable at the office and the team (NCIS) comes to the rescue

It was just you and the suspect in the interrogation room.  You allowed the guy to be freed of his handcuffs; against Gibbs’ wishes of course.  You thought he would open up more if you displayed a small amount of trust.  You quickly started to regret your decision.

“I’m glad I get to talk to the sexier of the two agents,” the man sneered.  “You’d look a lot better if you undid a few of those buttons.”

You rolled your eyes, slapping the file onto the metal table.  “How about you tell me why your fingerprints are all over our crime scene,” you suggested.  “How do you know the Lieutenant?  Was he a friend?”  You spread out photos of the deceased Lieutenant, making sure that he looked them over.  “It would be best if you answered honestly, because I will find out the truth.  You’re already in enough trouble as is.”

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Lean on Me

So uhhhhh, I had two radically different ideas for Percy reactions post episode 100 and I couldn’t decide which one I actually wanted to write. Then @tanoraqui told me to just write both of them and I went “… yeah alright.”

This is the first one and it’s the much kinder of the two. This one is just a little sad and upsetting. The other one is angry and also not written yet, but I’m going to bed so that’ll have to wait.


It’s not fair. This was supposed to be over.

Percy - Percy needs to get back to Whitestone. He needs to get back to Whitestone right now. He needs to see Cassandra, needs to touch her, hold her, make sure she’s still safe and make sure she’s still Cassandra.

He’s pretty sure people around him are talking, but Percy can’t hear what they’re saying over the buzzing in his ears getting louder and louder.

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Foodies: Ice Cold Deliciousness

A/N: So this is my first Supernatural reader-insert oneshot series.  Well idk if you called it a series, you can read each part separately without getting lost so… So anyway this new series is about Lucifer trying different foods for the first time and exploring the relationship between you and Luci.  This is in first person btw because I don’t really like second person.

Pairing: Nick!Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 1031

Warnings: Well, it’s Lucifer. implied smut, mild mild smut? it does get pretty steamy, food, ice cream, bacon, embarrassment? fluff, sarcasm, a bit of foreplay? Dean interrupting, crappy writing as always, message me if I missed any… 

I do not own you or any characters in Supernatural

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Delta (Bucky Barnes x Reader) Pt. 9  A/B/O ❤️

A/N: Okay this ones gonna be emo to the extremo and que the crying *bursts into tears* But its a good emo nontheless! I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - Delilah ❤️


“Dad would be rolling over in his grave right now.”

You scoffed, standing up straight. It didn’t really help that he was practically a foot taller than you still. However, you didn’t give a single damn anymore. Even though he was an alpha, he was a complete jerk and still your brother. He made sure you knew both of those.

“Well,” you argued. “I don’t really care what he thinks. This is his fault.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” He completely ignored your last statement. Maybe it’s best that he didn’t elaborate on that. You’d probably get a slap.

“Because it’s none of your business, Gambit.” You were really pushing it now. By law, he could kill you if he wanted to. You were an nonbonded delta, which really bad on your end.

“Well according to this,” he demurred, holding up a printed copy of the waiver. “It’s very much my business.”

You scowled. You had ten trillion nerves in your body, yet he managed to get on every single one of them. You absolutely despised him, especially now that you were positive he was going to rip up that paper and walk away laughing. Just like three years ago.

Remy looked down at the paper in his hands, rereading the words. For a split second, you felt the spark of hope inside your heart. Maybe he was a changed man? You hoped he was, you could really use some good karma right now.

“New Orleans is really nice this time around,” he said under his breath. He turned over the paper, reading your father’s signature. Your brows furrowed in confusion. What was he on about now?

“Okay…” you responded, your eyes narrowing with suspicion. Where was he getting at?

“I think it’s best if you come home with me.” he confessed, looking up at you with a completely serious expression. Your eyes nearly shot out of your head as you processed the words. Was he drunk again? Or just completely fucking insane?

You weren’t going anywhere with him! You had a life here, a promising future and an amazing father to your child. Tony was like a father to you, and Pepper? You couldn’t leave her. She was your closest friend besides Peter. Did he really expect you to just be totally okay with this?

“Are you crazy?” you exclaimed. You took a step backwards, putting some much needed distance between you. If he wanted to take you, he had every right by law. You hated those damn laws, they were extremely unfair and borderline dictating. Remy took a step forward.

“Y/N, you and I both know it’s true.” he reasoned. “Three years since I’ve seen you and you went and got yourself knocked up by some deadbeat alp-”

“Do not talk about him like that!” You spat, raising your voice twice as loud. You pointed an accusing finger at him. This time you stepped forward. “He is a good man. Twice the man you are!”

He didn’t take too kindly to that at all.

“I’ve had it with this damn attitude of yours!” Remy spat, stalking towards you. You let out a squeak and backed away faster, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible; but alas, he was twice the size of you.

He reached out, extending his hand to grab onto your arm. “You’re coming home NOW!”

Before his hand landed on yours, a metal one wrapped around his and jerked it upwards.

“She’s not going anywhere,” Bucky replied calmly. “Especially not with you.”


When the head of ABO Registration arrived, he brought an entire swat team with him, which was totally unnecessary. Word go out that there was not only a delta in the Stark tower, but one that was scheduled to be sterilized as well. When you didn’t show up for the procedure, things hit the roof.

Alexander Pierce was the current head of the ABO Registration. Tony literally had no idea how he came to be in that position, as the guy was a total snake, but nevertheless, he was here with the entire New York swat team.

Why were things always going this way for Tony? Was it that time he accidentally ran over that squirrel with his tricycle when he was ten? Or when he ditched his first girlfriend at prom? It was probably the latter.

When Pierce entered the lobby, he most likely expected Tony standing there in one of his fashionable suits, smart mouthing him to no end. But the absolute last thing he expected was to see the entire Avengers suited up and ready for him.

It threw him way off guard, and off his game.

“So, I take it you didn’t come for milk and cookies?” Tony asked. The helmet of his suit retracted, revealing his face. Peirce scoffed, taking a step forward himself.

“Don’t play dumb, Stark. Where is she?”

Tony raised his eyebrows, giving the man a shrug. “Where’s who? Pepper? She’s right over there.”

Pepper placed her hands on her hips, making the mechanical sounds of her suit shift. Yeah, Tony just had to make his girl one. Although, she didn’t really like being called Iron Lady, so he just stuck with PottBot300 instead, much to her annoyance.

“Or we have the lovely Black Widow over here,” Tony stepped to the side, revealing a smirking Natasha. She cocked her gun threateningly, glaring daggers into Pierce’s head.

“And we’ve got Wanda, too, if you’re looking for her.” Wanda smirked, her eyes glowing a bright crimson as she stared at each of the swat team members.

“Stop your bullshit, Stark. I can shut this entire show down right now if you don’t comply. You know the law.” Pierce clenched his fists angrily. The man shifted his weight onto his other foot, gritting his teeth.

“You’re gonna shut this down?” Tony asked, raising an eyebrow. He turned around, pointing towards the group of people behind him. “Because I’ve got a group of highly trained lady warriors here, along with these other guys,” he waved towards the male members.

Bruce, who was now in full Hulk form, cracked his knuckles. Sam expanded his wings. Clint raised his bow and arrow from his spot on the balcony above. Thor twirled his hammer, eyeing the men. Steve gripped his shield tightly, holding it in front of him.

“So you go ahead and try to shut this down. I dare you.”

The entire swat team began slowly backing away, giving each other looks of concern. There was no way they could take them. Even if Pierce decided to try it, they wouldn’t listen to them. Risking their lives for a single delta? That was completely inane.

“The delta,” Pierce spoke. “She needs to come with me.”

“Well, you’re not getting her so I suggest you move along before it gets ugly.” Tony warned.

“Unless the waiver is sign-”

“We’re searching for her brother,” Pepper spoke up. “He’s the only one that can sign it. We just need some time.”

Pierce looked back to Tony. His eyes narrowed, contemplating his next move. Tony really didn’t want to wreck his lobby again. That last time when Bruce accidentally hulked out caused so much damage and he really liked how his lobby looked at the moment.

“You have twenty four hours,” Pierce addressed, turning on his heel. “Any second over that and all of you are getting prison time. Millionaire playboy or not.”  

Tony let out a sigh of relief. He’d get to keep his lobby after all.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out!” He called as the men began exiting the building. He was so done with today. Now, he just needed to find you and Barnes.

As everyone began headed towards the elevator, they were met with the sound of Peter’s curses.

“You guys!” he exclaimed, landing from his web. His uniform was tangled in random places and  his mask was completely inside out. “Sorry I’m late, nobody woke me from my nap!”

Everyone stared at him with raised eyebrows.

Someone let out a snort.

“Wait, where’d all the bad guys go?” he asked, scratching his head as he looked around the lobby.


“Bucky,” you peered up at him, giving him a small reassuring smile. “This is my brother, Remy.”

Both of the men glared at each other. You stood beside them both, your eyes shooting between the two men rapidly. This was not how you imagined this going at all. They looked like they were going to tear each other’s throats out.

“So you’re the baby daddy,” Remy spoke, eyeing Bucky up and down. You rolled your eyes. This was so embarrassing. You felt like a teenager introducing your high school sweetheart to your father. Remy would be a terrible dad.

“And you’re the deadbeat brother,” Bucky retorted with a tight sarcastic smile. You closed your eyes. This wasn’t going to go well. You placed your hand on Bucky’s bicep, rubbing it comfortingly.

Remy picked up on the gesture and frowned.

Before anymore words could be exchanged, you heard the familiar mechanics of the Iron Man suit behind you. You spun around, ready to explain to Tony that you were fine and that no, you weren’t being kidnapped by anyone.

But instead, you were met with a very confused Pepper Potts in her very own suit. When the heck did she even get one? And why didn’t she tell you she had it?

“Y/N!” she sighed with relief. “We might have found your bro- who is this?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples. You wanted to keep this as low key as possible, but if Pepper knew now, everyone would. It was only a matter of time. “Pepper, this is my brother Remy.” you explained. “Remy, this is Pe-”

“Pepper Potts,” Remy charmed, reaching out and gently grabbing her metal hand. He placed a small kiss onto it. She gave him a small, polite smile before pulling her hand away. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Your eye twitched as you watched the two in front of you. Bucky wrapped your hand in his, gently tugging you forward. “C’mon doll,” he said, wrapping his arm around you when you got closer.

“I think it’s time Remy and I had a chat. Alone.”


“My sister isn’t some alpha chew toy,” Remy chided as he stared at the brown haired man in front of him.

He leaned back into his seat as he fiddled with the card in his hand.

“I never treated her like one.” Bucky bit back, his blue eyes staring into his red ones.

Steve could practically feel the level of tension building in the room. The blond stood beside Bucky, nudging his best friend with his elbow. Whether they liked it or not, they had to bite their tongue for this one. For your sake at least. Besides, if things turned out okay with you and Bucky, he would end up being Bucky’s brother in law. He wasn’t exactly astounded by that information.

Remy flipped one of the cards over, showing Bucky the queen of hearts. “I don’t see why, but my sister seems to like you a lot, James.” he flipped it over again, but this time it was the king of spades. Bucky cringed at the sound of his first name.

“I like her, too.” Bucky replied, his eyes watched as Remy flipped the card again, only for it to be the ace of clubs. “More than I should.”

The younger man paused, his eyes flickering up at Bucky from across the table. He studied his face, searching for something, yet Bucky had no idea what.  With a smirk, he placed the card down in front of Bucky.

“Okay, Barnes,” he began. “Let’ s make a little bet, alright?”

Bucky paused, his eyes flickering between him and the card on the table. He didn’t really want to play cards with Gambit of all people. With a sigh he nodded. He really didn’t have a choice at the moment.

“On the other side of this card is going to be one of two things,” Remy explained. “If it’s the queen of hearts, then I’ll sign the waiver and you and Y/N can be on your way living happily ever after.”

Bucky’s eyes flickered between the card and Remy, narrowed with suspicion. “And if it’s not?”

“If you get the Ace of spades, Y/N comes home with me.”

Immediately, Bucky’s heart began to race. There was no way in hell he was letting you out of his sight, even if that meant your brother had to go. It was a sinister thought, but it’s one that Bucky would gladly bring to reality if the worst case scenario played out. You wanted to stay in New York, it was your home now. He wasn’t going to let Remy ruin that for you. Especially for the baby.

Reluctantly, Bucky reached forward with his metal hand and slid the card back towards himself. His adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously. Closing his eyes, he flipped the card over.

Queen of hearts.

Bucky let out a giant breath, his eyes staring down at the card. Steve let out a chuckle, clapping his best friend on the shoulder. His eyes wandered to your brother, expecting to see a glare or any sign of disapproval. But instead, all he got was a small smile. It didn’t reach his eyes, but it was genuine.

As much as Bucky was shocked, he was a bit suspicious. He hoped Remy wouldn’t pull out a gun and blast the two away.

“Well, it’s looks as though I’ve lost this time,” Remy sighed, but Bucky could sense the warmness behind it. “I’ll sign whatever you put in front of me.”

Somehow, Bucky Barnes had managed to beat Gambit in cards, all while saving his girl as well.


You sat between Pepper and Wanda, clutching their hands so tight, you thought they would snap off. For some inane reason, you agreed to let your brother and Bucky speak alone, which was totally eating away at you right now. The entire time, the same thought ran through your head.

What if Remy refuses?

The last thing you wanted was for any kind of confrontation or for Bucky to get hurt. You prayed that the two would be able to talk this out and be rational human beings. Deep down inside, however, you knew that Bucky wouldn’t take no for an answer and you would probably end up murdering your brother if he touched him. You wanted your baby to have a father and if you had to strangle your brother to give his consent, then so be it.

Pregnant or not, you were staying with Bucky.

“It’s going to be fine, Y/N.” Wanda assured you, giving your hand a squeeze.

“If he tries anything, I’ll cut his balls off.” Nat smirked from her spot on the couch.

That made you smile. Nat would probably take care of everything if she had to. Even though the two of you spent a heat together, you still considered her one of your close friends. You made a mental note to never tell your future child that you slept with auntie Nat.

“They’re probably giving each other manicures,” Tony teased from next to Pepper. You could see her elbow him.

The door opened, making everyone perk up. You stood, holding the two women’s hands tightly.

A million things ran through your mind that second, precisely a million. But all of those things subsided as soon as you caught a glimpse of Bucky grinning like the little dork he was.

You cried out as he ran to you, scooping you up into a giant hug. Tears began pooling in your eyes. This was finally over. You nuzzled your face into his neck, inhaling his scent. You wanted to stay this way forever. You could finally live your life without any more unnecessary bumps in the road. Everyone let out whistles as you two hugged, earning a blush from you and a giant grin from Bucky.

You could hear someone clear their throat loudly, instantly causing the room to go silent again.

Remy stood in the doorway awkwardly, peering over at you from afar. You patted Bucky on the shoulder. Taking the hint, he gently set you down on the ground and released you. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, you pulled away from Bucky and made your way towards your brother.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” Remy asked you as you stood in front of him. You looked back at the group of people, taking in each and every one of their faces. When you got to Bucky, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell.


“Positive.” You replied giving him a smile. Remy nodded, placing a hand on top of your head and rustling your hair lovingly. You crinkled your nose, swatting his hands away from you.

Without thinking, you leaned in, gathering him into a hug with your arms. Honestly, it surprised the two of you. At first he tensed up, his arms twitching at his sides as you held him. But after a few seconds, you felt his arms around you.

Before you could pull away, Remy leaned down so that he was near your ear.

“C'est une fille.” he whispered.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled away. You watched, completely flabbergasted as he walked away.

“See you around, Y/N.” he called over his shoulder, just like before.  

This time, instead of tears, all you could do was smile.


Remy sat in the airplane seat quietly. Small beads of rain splattered against the window as he read the words from the letter in his hands. He sniffled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes.

Remy,

If you’re reading this, your mother and I are long gone by now. Words cannot express how proud I am of the of you and your sister. I may not be around to see the amazing things you both accomplished, but I want you to know, that no matter what life throws at you, you’re a Y/L/N and capable of so amazing things.

If you’re reading this, this means that in the mail you received a copy of the Delta Sterilization document that I signed, which means that if any circumstance your sister was to become pregnant, she would be immediately sterilized.

I want you to know that I did not want this for Y/N, but I had no choice. The real reason for this decision, is far more complex.

The both of you have always been cross with one another, even as children. But now, I need you to put your differences aside, for your mother and I’s sake. You will both need each other, regardless of the differences. The thing I wanted most wanted in this world was to see both put aside your differences and accept each other as family and that at the end of the day, you both are all each other has now.

You might have noticed that when I signed the document, I refused to sign my full name. I did this so that the choice would be in your hands when the time comes. Please, for your mother and I’s sake, sign the waiver. It would mean the world to your sister. It will not only show that that you care about her, but that you respect her status in this world as well. It will be the ultimate act of kindness from your end.

I know it seems cruel to lie to her and it might change her view of me from now on. To believe that I would so such a thing out of spite. But it’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make for the sake of my kids.

I love you both so much, never forget that.

Dad.

He set the letter down on his lap, taking in his father’s words.

“Babe?” a small, feminine voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Remy turned his head, giving the woman a grin.

“Are you okay?” she asked, noticing his changed mood. He nodded, pecking the woman on the cheek. He collected the small strand of white hair that fell in front of her face and placed it behind her ear.

“I’m fine, Marie,” he said softly. She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. Remy wrapped his arm around his fiance, placing his hand on her very swollen stomach.  

“I’m just fine.”


-FIN!

Before you freak out, this is not the end lol! It’s just the end for Remy as we know it (; there is still three more chapters to go you guys!!

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The scar is new enough that it still aches sometimes, when the weather changes suddenly, or late at night.  He feels the side of his cheek give a throb as purple-black flames race toward him.  He rolls his shoulders, braces one foot in front of himself.  Then he reaches with one outstretched hand, and snaps his fingers.  The fire arcs around him and dissolves into nothing.

Scanlan stares up at the dais, at the opaque rainbow orb with the murderer of Percy’s family inside.

This isn’t how he wanted to die.

But then, it never is, is it?

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Who are you? I understand your curiosity. I’m strange. I was a baker’s apprentice in Dunwall Tower, a friend to Jessamine when we were girls. Then - afterward - I  made my name as a painter. Now I’m obviously something much greater. I hope that satisfies you, because you won’t get more. I ought to just kill you, but I’m going to give you a warning for the sake of my sisters, who were very impressed with you once upon a time: stay away from me. There are great changes coming, and I’ll expect you not to interfere. I have influence in places you won’t expect. But as for Arnold Timsh? Do what you want, I won’t hold a grudge. I’m done with him.