she is made out of flowers

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 3,255

summary: Bucky is really bad at dealing with feelings.  Like, ‘I’m gonna fuck my teammate who happens to be your best friend to try to ignore my feelings for you’ kinda bad.

chapter warnings: Some h*ckin’ words.  Mentions of sex.

a/n: So like.  Saw a post today that said “yeah sex is great but have you ever been in love” and this just kinda blurted it out.  Just something quick and fun.  Let me know what you think!

“We can’t keep doing this.”  James sat on the edge of the bed, biting his lip as he stared down at the floor.  The room still smelled of sweat and sex and Natasha’s perfume and he just… couldn’t do it anymore.  He’d dragged his briefs back on the second they were finished as guilt overtook him.

And it was ridiculous.  Because he was single as shit and therefore, he had every right to sleep with a hot woman, even if he wasn’t necessarily attracted to her.  Sure, he could appreciate Nat’s whole… aesthetic, but it wasn’t what he wanted.

She wasn’t who he craved.  She wasn’t who he had been imagining under him just minutes before.

And her name definitely hadn’t been the one that had fallen from his mouth just seconds before.

“We’re really going to do this right now?” Natasha asked as she slipped out of the bed.  She pulled on a large t-shirt—Bucky was sure it was Steve’s at one point, but the girls on their little team had a habit of stealing everyone’s shirts to sleep in—and a pair of shorts.  She raised her eyebrows at him, and after realizing he was serious, said, “I guess it’s only fitting, since you moaned the wrong name while being balls deep inside of me.”  At his flustered look, she smirked.  “At least give me a minute to clean up.”

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1,180

summary: You find the courage to tell Bucky about your latest ultrasound.

warnings: Bad words.  Mentions of abortion.

a/n: So like.  This is really short and sweet.  It’s inspired by this video.  Let me know what you think!

“I don’t know what I’m going to do.”  You ran your fingers through your hair anxiously, tears rimming your eyes.  You knew that you were on the verge of a panic attack but it felt as though there was nothing you could do to prevent it.

Your best friend sat on your bed, watching as you paced back and forth and back and forth.  “Well,” Natasha said, slow and drawling, “You could stop before you wear a hole in the floor.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you said, not even realizing that she was joking.  You were too much in your head.  “How am I—I just—”

She stood up, grabbing your shoulders so you had to stop pacing and look her in the eyes.  “You need to tell him.”

I LIKE it

someone else might LIKE it

it is FUN to do

I get those THOUGHTS out of my head

it's fun to look BACK on

have I mentioned it's FUN?

it's CATHARTIC

it's nice to see what I CAN DO

A/n: i can't wait for the movie to come out.

The afternoon market buzzed with the familiar rhythm of Republic City. Vendors called out prices over one another, children darted through the crowds with sticky fruit in their hands, and somewhere nearby a musician played a cheerful tune on a tsungi horn.

You wandered between the stalls at an easy pace, a woven basket hooked over your arm. Sokka had insisted the two of you needed more fresh vegetables after discovering he’d somehow eaten an entire week’s worth of smoked fish in two days. He had looked genuinely confused when Katara pointed it out.

“I thought we had more.”

“You did,” she’d replied flatly.

“I don’t understand where it all went.”

“You,” Toph had answered from the couch without missing a beat.

So here you were, replacing the rapidly disappearing food supply while your husband was meeting with Aang at Air Temple Island.

You smiled to yourself as you examined a display of peppers.

“You’ve got excellent taste.”

The unfamiliar voice pulled you from your thoughts.

A man stood beside you, perhaps a few years older than yourself. Well-dressed, confident, and wearing the sort of smile that had probably worked far too often.

“I’ve seen you around the market,” he continued. “Thought I’d finally introduce myself.”

You offered him a polite but forced smile. “That’s kind of you, but I’m married.”

His smile faltered only for a moment. “Married?”

You nodded. “I am.”

When he looked unconvinced, you lifted the necklace resting against your chest.

The carved blue stone caught the afternoon sunlight.

It wasn’t expensive.

It wasn’t polished jade or glittering gold.

It was smooth river stone, lovingly carved by hands that had spent years throwing boomerangs, building inventions, and somehow managing to survive impossible odds. Tiny etched flames circled its edges, and the leather cord had been replaced twice over the years after Sokka had stubbornly refused to let anyone remake the pendant itself.

“My husband made this for me,” you said softly, unable to stop the smile that appeared whenever you looked at it. “It’s my betrothal necklace.”

The man’s eyebrows lifted. “…That’s it?”

You blinked, your smile vanished as annoyance formed on your face. “I’m sorry?”

He gestured dismissively toward the pendant. “Isn’t that some dumb old thing the Water Tribe does?”

Silence settled between you and very slowly, you lowered the necklace back against your chest.

Then you turned to face him completely.

Your expression remained calm.

Your eyes did not.

“My husband’s heritage,” you said evenly, “is not dumb.”

A tiny flame bloomed across your fingertips.

It wasn’t large but it danced with controlled precision, glowing orange against your skin before curling around your knuckles like a living warning.

The temperature around you rose just enough for the man to notice.

His confidence evaporated. “I....I didn’t mean—”

“You insulted the traditions of the Southern Water Tribe.”

The flame twirled lazily between your fingers. “You insulted the necklace my husband carved with his own hands.”

The fire brightened.

“And you insulted my marriage.”

He took an involuntary step backward. “I… actually just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

“I’m sure you do.”

He nodded far too quickly. “Very important.”

“I’m certain.”

Then, with all the dignity of someone fleeing for his life, he turned and hurried into the crowd, disappearing between the market stalls so quickly he nearly collided with a cabbage merchant.

“My cabbages!” the unfortunate vendor shouted after him.

The little flame vanished from your fingertips as though it had never existed.

You let out a slow breath and adjusted your basket.

“Well.”

You looked down at the pendant resting against your heart.

“I think you handled that nicely.”

“Handled what nicely?”

You turned to find Sokka approaching with Aang beside him.

Your husband’s blue eyes immediately swept over your face before narrowing slightly. “Why did that guy look like he’d just seen Koh the Face Stealer?”

You blinked innocently. “He was rude.”

“…How rude?”

“He called our betrothal necklaces dumb.”

Sokka stopped walking. “…He what?”

You held up the pendant. “He asked if this was ‘some dumb old thing the Water Tribe does.’”

For a heartbeat, Sokka simply stared.His expression softened as he looked at the necklace.

Years ago, he’d stayed awake half the night carving it. It wasn’t perfect, one side had been slightly uneven, and he’d nearly thrown it into the ocean after convincing himself it looked terrible.

You had cried when he’d placed it around your neck anyway.

He still remembered every second of it.

Aang quietly took one very careful step backward clearing out his throat. “Oh,” the Avatar murmured. “He’s mad.”

“I am not mad,” Sokka said calmly as his eye twitched. “I’m… deeply offended.”

Another twitch.

“I spent three days carving that thing.”

“You spent three days because you kept cutting your fingers,” you reminded him gently.

“I was committed to craftsmanship.”

“You were committed to refusing Katara’s help.”

“Also true.”

He reached over, his thumb brushing lovingly across the pendant where it rested against your collarbone.

“I made this.”

“I know.”

“I picked the stone myself.”

“You did.”

“I even sanded the edges.”

“I remember.”

His shoulders relaxed as he smiled at you. “Thanks for defending it.”

You looked at him as though the answer should have been obvious. “Of course I defended it.”

Your fingers intertwined with his. “It isn’t just a necklace.”

Sokka squeezed your hand.

“It tells everyone I married the smartest man I know.”

He grinned as he puffed out his chest. “Wow.”Then his grin turned mischievous. “I’m definitely telling Katara you said that.”

“Of courae are.” You sighed dropping your shoulders.

“And I’m bringing it up every single time she calls me an idiot.”

Aang laughed. “She’s still going to call you an idiot.”

“Probably.”

Sokka shrugged without the slightest embarrassment before slipping an arm around your shoulders.

“But now she’ll be calling an idiot whose incredibly beautiful wife defended Southern Water Tribe traditions.”

He paused thoughtfully.

“…Actually, that sounds pretty impressive.”

You laughed, leaning into him as the two of you continued through the market together.

The small carved necklace rested against your heart, simple enough that many people would overlook it.

But to you, it was worth more than any jewel in the world. It carried the love of the man who had carved it by hand, the traditions of the people who had raised him, and the promise the two of you had made to build a life together.

The story somehow made its way back to Air Temple Island before sunset.

None of you were entirely sure how.

One minute everyone had been enjoying dinner together, and the next Sokka had casually mentioned, “So apparently some genius in the market today called Southern Water Tribe betrothal necklaces ‘dumb.’”

The table had gone quiet.

Katara slowly lowered her bowl. “…Someone said what?”

“He ran away,” you assured her. “Nothing happened.”

Sokka proudly gestured toward you with his spoon. “My wife defended my honor.”

“I defended your culture.”

“My honor was included....it was a package deal.”

Toph snorted into her meal.

Across the table, Aang let out the relieved sigh of someone who had spent the entire walk home expecting far worse. “Well… I’m glad nobody got hurt.”

Toph tilted her head toward you, an unimpressed expression hidden behind her cloudy eyes. “You still should have set the guy on fire.”

The room fell silent.

Aang nearly dropped his chopsticks. “Toph!” he exclaimed. “Murder is bad.”

Toph frowned. “I never stated…” She lifted one finger for emphasis. “…she had to murder him.” She shrugged as though the distinction was perfectly reasonable. “Just a little fire.”

She pinched her fingers together.

“You know.” A tiny smirk spread across her face. “Enough to make him reconsider his life choices.”

Katara pressed a hand against her forehead like a very tired mother. "Toph…"

“What?”

“You can’t solve every problem by threatening people.”

“It can solve most of them.”

“No.”

“Fine.” Toph crossed her arms. “Threatening them or throwing rocks.”

Aang groaned. “That isn’t better.”

“It is from my perspective.”

Sokka rested his chin in his hand, looking thoughtfully at Toph. “…How little fire are we talking?”

You turned your head slowly. “Sokka.”

“What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just asking for clarification.”

Toph grinned. “Like singed eyebrows.”

Aang’s eyes widened. “Toph!”

“What? Hair grows back....hopefully.”

Sokka rubbed his chin. “Hmm…”

You nudged him with your elbow. “Don’t encourage her.”

“I’m not.” He paused. “…I’m evaluating.”

Katara gave her brother a look that could have frozen the ocean. “Sokka.”

"What?"

“You are not helping.”

“I haven’t even agreed with her yet.”

“You were considering eyebrow singeing!”

“They’re very expressive!”

“They’re attached to his face!”

“So?”

Aang buried his face in his hands. “I miss when our biggest problems were giant koi fish.”

“Those were also trying to kill us,” Sokka reminded him.

“They were simpler!”

Toph leaned back with a satisfied grin. “I still think she showed remarkable restraint.”

You laughed softly. “I wasn’t going to burn him.”

Toph clicked her tongue. “Missed opportunity...you've changed sparky.”

“I was trying to be the bigger person.”

“You can be the bigger person and make someone’s shoes catch fire.”

Sokka’s eyes lit up.“Oh!”

Katara pointed at him.“No.”

“What?”

“I know that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘Toph has given me a terrible idea that I somehow think is brilliant’ look.”

“I do not have that look.”

“You absolutely have that look.”

He opened his mouth to argue before sheepishly closing it again. “…Maybe a little.”

You reached over, taking his hand beneath the table. “I think intimidating him was enough.”

Sokka looked down at your intertwined fingers before smiling. “Yeah.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles. “It was.”

He looked around the table, unable to hide the pride in his voice. “Still… my wife defending Southern Water Tribe traditions?” His grin grew impossibly wider.

“I’m never getting tired of saying that.”

Toph rolled her eyes dramatically. “You two are disgustingly cute.”

Katara smiled into her tea. “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

Aang nodded. "I think it’s sweet."

Toph let out an exaggerated groan. “Great. Now there’s three of them.”

Aang gasped. "Love is beautiful!"

Sokka only laughed, slipping an arm around your shoulders. “You know,” he said with mock seriousness, “I think my favorite part is that he ran away from this.”

He gently lifted the carved stone pendant resting against your chest. “Not because it’s expensive.”

“It isn’t,” you agreed.

“Not because it’s flashy.”

“It definitely isn’t.”

“But because it meant enough to you to defend.”

You looked up at him, your expression softening. “It means enough because of who made it.”

For once, Sokka was completely speechless.

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before the sun sets.

ryland grace x gn!reader

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“Wow. I’ve never seen you so pliant,” he laughs, and your tongue pokes out to blow a half-hearted raspberry at him. You lean into his hold regardless, letting him take on the brunt of your, now, dead weight. Your eyes are about to flutter shut when he blows a gentle stream of cold air against your cheeks. For a moment, you’re startled. Jumping a bit between his hands. But, then, it seems to settle you further into the gooey trance he’s managed to meld you into in just a few moments.

or the one where you come home from a long day to see your boyfriend making dinner.

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You walk through the door like you’d been through a hurricane. Hunched over, hair messy, bag and emotional support water bottle clutched up to your chest before they’re dropped off on the kitchen bar with your shoes. Your feet ache like you’d been standing on them for eight hours straight because, well, you had. You reach up to scratch your temple and…

Yep, that’s a migraine coming on. 

𝐻𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦

AEMOND TARGARYEN

• Aemond is very strict. You often have to remind him that he doesn’t know more than the maesters.

• He isn’t particularly verbal with affection. Instead, he shows it through his actions. Your chair is always waiting, your bath is already prepared.

• He hates the idea of anyone touching your stomach except him. Not even your mother or Helaena.

• He takes it upon himself to personally oversee all of your meals.

• He doesn’t tell you, but he worries constantly about childbirth. Knowing your family history, he knows many women never survive it. He rarely sleeps well during the final weeks.

AEGON TARGARYEN

• Has absolutely no idea how pregnancy works or what to expect, but does his best to make you feel happy/comfortable. He uses humor to hide how scared he is.

• After a few goblets of wine he’ll snuggle up to you and rest his palm on your stomach and occasionally even talk to the baby.

• The first and only time in his life he is hesitant about being intimate with you. He’s worried he’ll hurt you and also feels a bit strange about it.

• The baby moving/kicking weirds him out but also fascinates/amazes him.

• No one actually notices, but as your labors approach, he drinks less.

JACAERYS VELARYON

• He is over the moon. He is so proud and wants to tell everyone straight away.

• Starts imagining what kind of parent he’ll be and quietly worries he won’t measure up to the examples he admired

• Over time his anxiety creeps in. He watches your every move and is immediately concerned. Asking, “are you alright? Does it hurt? Should I send for the maester?” You’re fine… but minutes later, he’s asking again.

• If it’s a girl? Forget it. He is absolutely ecstatic. Two perfect princesses. He wakes you up each morning with “how are my favorite ladies doing?”

• Deep down he worries that the child will suffer the same way he did as a child. Made to feel less than, their worthiness questioned.

CREGAN STARK

• He’s always wanted a large family, a bunch of his own little pups. The second he finds out you’re pregnant he is filled with pride.

• He has a massive breeding kink, so he’s even more handsy with you once you’re carrying his child, his praise during sex is on another level.

• He builds the baby’s cradle himself. And carves little wooden wolves, horses, and bears during the evenings. He brushes it off as “just something to pass the time.”

• if you mention craving something once, it’s yours. Whether it’s delivered to your chambers or waiting for you at dinner.

• He’s by your side the entire labor, whether the masters want it or not.

DAEMON TARGARYEN

• Loves taking you flying early in the pregnancy, but becomes increasingly reluctant as your belly grows.

• Becomes more attentive than usual, offering to rub your shoulders/back/feet.

• He’s unexpectedly patient with your changing moods. If you’re angry, he lets you be angry. If you’re afraid, he doesn’t dismiss it.

• Sings/Speaks in High Valaryian every night until you fall asleep, hoping the baby hears his voice.