#//geez.. hit him where it hurts why don't ya?

[prettypinkporkchop]

Can I request a Paul x reader where Paul imprinted on reader but they just fucking hate him because reader and Paul where like each other's worst enemy's before he shifted and Paul has to convince reader that he's not the worst person on earth

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The Love side

Paul Lahote.

Your enemy.

All through school, he has hated you, and you've hated him. It's because he had beaten up your good friend. Not only that, but he was a player, and you HATE players. He tried to get in bed with you once at a party, but you slapped him.

"Oh, you've done it y/l/n. Watch yourself, little girl." He spits and shoves past you. "Fuck. You." You turn around. He stops, faces you, and then smiles. "I will make you regret that."

He sure did. Every day, he would make fun of you. He threatened to beat up your friend again just to make you mad. His exact words were, "I don't hit women. But I will make y/n cry."

One day, he stopped showing up. He was gone. It was the best feeling ever. You were free. When he came back, you were angry. You had a class together, and you ended up locking eyes.

That is when everything fell apart. Now, you have to be around him. He has to be around you. His mean attitude has slightly changed. But, you give him attitude which upsets him. You kind of love making him mad in hopes this stupid imprint thing goes away. Your dynamic annoys the pack. They wish you guys would just shut up and be a healthy relationship.

Here you guys are, in his truck.

"You are one stupid boy, Paul." You yell at him because you saw a girl he had fucked in high school. "Don't be childish. She means nothing." He growls and starts the truck. You step out and make your way down the rocky dirt road.

He jumps out too and grabs your elbow. "In the truck, now." He says sternly. You push him back, but he doesn't budge. "Don't call me childish when YOU are the man whore!"

"Why does it matter to you anyway?!" He yells and steps closer to you. His breathing is rough. "Because you imprinted on me, and I'm jealous. But I'm mad, and I know I mean nothing. You will hurt me, too." His breathing slows down. "I'll never hurt you. You need to understand that." He says quietly.

That night, you knock on Paul's bedroom door. He HAS to have you at his house during the night, or else he can't protect you due to territory issues with the vampires. Thankfully, you sleep on the couch.

He opens the door, and you stare at him with annoyance. "Ya know, the couch is very uncomfortable." You cross your arms. "Bro, I'm not in the mood. Just take the bed." He pushes past you. "I'm not sleeping in your nasty bed. I'm going home." You argue. You walk back to the living room to put your stuff in your bag. He grabs your arm with a firm grip, pulling you up to face him. "You're not going anywhere." He glares. "I. Hate. You." You hiss. Something in his eyes changed. "I don't like when you say that." His voice is still stern. You scoff and cross your arms. "Dude, like I care. You're a piece of shit. You're only keeping me around so that you don't have to deal with the physical pain of being away from me."

Something inside Paul had caught on fire. His heart is actually breaking. He can't take this anymore! He does love you.

"Can you at least stay with Emily? Kim?" He asks softly. "Okay." He sighs of relief, and you notice how genuine he seems.

'It's only because of the imprint.'

He drives you to Emily and Sam's.

You and Emily ended up staying up watching movies on the couch. You guys ended up having a deep 3 a.m girl talk.

"I'm just so mad about it being him!" You groan in your tired state. She yawns and nods her head. "I know, sweetie. Just tell me, would you ever change your mind about him?" She adjusts the blanket over her.

You take a big deep long breath, thinking.

"Mm, he'd have to really show me. He's hurt so many people. He played with girls' hearts. He was a fuck boy! Geez." You put your hand over your face. "Well, let the universe take part. Sit back and see what happens. Be nicer to him. It's not a forced bond. There's always been something there." She smiles.

You wake up to Emily cooking in the kitchen. You sit up and walk to the table, sitting down. "Oh! I hope I didn't wake you." She awkwardly bites her lip. "You did, but it's because of food, so I'm not complaining." You giggle.

You realize you look bad. Pajamas, hair's a mess, no makeup.

You go to their bathroom with your bag and fix yourself up.

You step out and see the pack sitting around. You see Paul looking down at his hands that are placed on the table.

Emily's advice plays in your head. Be nicer. You will be, but you won't give in until he shows he's a good guy. You refuse to get hurt.

You walk up to him and kneel down beside him. He looks down at you, confused. "You alright?" You ask kind of nicely? He looks surprised and smiles at you. "Uhm, I will be." He breathes out.

His brown eyes are stuck on yours. His mood has lifted a bit because you acknowledged him and somewhat showed you care. This is a good sign to him.

You stand up and see the boys side eyeing you and eating. "Y/n, I left something on my couch for you. You actually left it." He looks up at you.

What could you have left?

"Thanks." You say dryly. Paul stands up and pushes the chair in. "I'll drive you." He offers. Kim notices your face. She stands up and puts a hand on your shoulder. "I'll take you, y/n. I'll drop you off at home after you pick it up."

You look at her and nod your head, "thank you." You smile.

Being somewhat nice to Paul is hard.

You open the door to Paul's house and walk over to his couch. There's a brown paper bag with handles. You open it up.

Inside is a tiny black box. You open it, and there's a necklace. It's a beautiful necklace that you have been looking at for a while. It's expensive as shit! "No. Fucking. Way." You mumble. Under the necklace is a note. You pick up the necklace, placing it down on your lap, and open the piece of paper.

'I swear, when I think of you, the mountains before me move. Believe me when I say this: I love you.'

You forget how to breathe. Your hands become shaky. You put the note down and open the bag again. A fluffy blanket that's swirled and tied with ribbon into a bow. In the ribbon is another note.

'For when my blanket is too gross for you to sleep in. I promise I do clean them.'

You giggle a little bit. You dig inside again, and there's a bracelet. He definitely made it.

You put on the necklace and bracelet. You put the blanket back in the bag and walk back to Kim's car. "What was it?" She asks. "A blanket!" You giggle.

You're settling in at home. You did laundry, some work on your laptop, and made yourself food.

You sit on your bed, scrolling through tiktok. Your phone dings.

Paul: how are you feeling?

Y/n: good. Thank you for the gifts.

Paul: you're welcome, beautiful. I have a question.

Y/n: what

Paul: date?

You groan in annoyance. Your mind plays out every mean thing he said to you before phasing. All of the girls he had hurt. The innocent dudes he fought because they breathed wrong.

But, his beautiful eyes. His sexy face. His body. His hands. His smile. His laugh. His electrifying touch.

Y/n: it's going to take a lot of convincing to get me to be yours.

Paul: I know. I'll wait forever.

Y/n: did you make the bracelet?

Paul: yes ma'am. I'm sorry if you don't like it. I can redo it for you.

What a suck up!!!

Y/n: it's perfect.

A couple of days later, the pack is at Jacob's house. They're helping him fix up a motorcycle. You, Emily, and Kim join in.

You girls sit on lawn chairs near the garage. Emily looks at your wrist and smirks. "Things going well?" She asks. You lean back in the chair and sigh. "I mean, I'm being nice.... enough. He's showering me in gifts. He's trying to take me on a date." You roll your eyes. "What's so bad about that? He's showing you he wants you and only you." Kim says. You know this deep down. But, it doesn't change who he was... is. You don't know anymore.

Paul, Jared, and Sam make their way to you girls. Paul smiles at you and gently grabs your hand. You leave it like that for two seconds but wiggle your hand out of his grip. He doesn't say anything.

"I want to show you something, if you'll let me." He looks at you with almost a pleading face. You get curious and look around his face for any sign of something bad.

It's just sweetness. You can feel the passion radiating off of him. "Okay, Paul." You actually say his name without anger.

This makes his heart jump. His stomach does a flip. He just wants to take you by the hand and kiss you.

You lock your fingers with his and stand up.

He leads you into the woods. "There's a specific spot. You okay?" He turns to face you. You guys have been walking for a hot while. "I'm fine." You lie. Your feet are killing you. He squints at you and then walks to you. He lifts your bridal style. "What the hell?" You squirm. "I can tell your feet are hurting. Let me help you."

Finally, you guys get to this stream of water. There are rocks planted perfectly like a path. The sound of the water is soothing. There is a tree that has fallen, which is where he places you down.

"I was patrolling and found this. It made me think of you." He sits next to you. You look over at him as he watches the stream.

"Ya know, I never meant to hurt those girls in school. I was punishing myself." He sighs. You turn your body to his. You're shocked he's opening up.

"I never hated you. I was trying to stop myself and you from ever falling. But I've always liked you. I was just young, dumb, oblivious." He looks at you. "I'd do anything for you. I hope you believe me. I'm sorry for how I was. I will forever live with that guilt, and I deserve it. I deserve no pity. But, I am so sorry." He shakes his head and his eyes get watery.

You fall.

You fell.

You love him.

"Oh, Paul." You grab his face and kiss him. He's taken aback but kisses you back. His hand wraps around your wrist gently.

Later that night, you are at his house. You are sleeping on the couch again. You are staring at the ceiling and can't stop thinking about him. His lips taste so good. His touch is like fire.

You get up and open his door slowly. His room is dark, and you can hear very quiet snoring. You make your way to his bed. You crawl under the blanket next to him. He slightly groans and shifts. He turns around, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling your back into him. Your butt is against him. You lift your head and turn it. You can't see his face, but you feel his lips on yours. The kiss is rough, and his hands slide down to your hip, near your ass. He pulls away and nuzzles his face in your neck. "Not yet."

You wake up, wrapped up in his arms and content. "I love you." You mumble to Paul. "I love you too, my girl." He kisses your cheek.

[normal-internet-user]

I hope you are having a good day! I'm wondering if you can write an ROTTMNT angst hc where their brother (maybe older than Mikey but younger than the others) gets shot while out on a mission? Side note, I see that you're getting into The Owl House, do you think you'll write fanfiction for The Owl House too?

I hope this made sense, English isn't my first language 😅

Of course Anon! And to answer your question, we'll see lolzies! It pretty much depends I guess, if I feel like it you know? (that means most likely yes, I'll end up writing for the owl house)

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Summary: You get shot during a mission, you're brother are gonna make sure you're ok.

Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood: ya know, getting shot: painkillers: swearing.

Requested: Yep!

Male Reader!

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You ducked among the many metal crates in an attempt to avoid the spray of bullets from your opponent.

Bullets were certainly a new threat.

Sure, you'd fought yokai, the foot clan, Shredder: but never once had you ever been shot at. Your shell was a welcome defense against the projectiles, but the rest of your skin was completely exposed.

Your eyes darted around, trying to spot your brothers. It was kinda hard, your position left you practically blind. Probably why it was so easy for one of the goons to sneak up and land a hit.

With a cry of pain, you fell to the ground, scurrying away to find new cover. Your breathing picked up as the pain in your knee flared.

Shit.

Shitshitshit.

You pulled out your phone, sending Leo a distress text. The sound of gunfire made it impossible to communicate any other way.

In a flash of blue, Leo and Raph were at your side, field med-kit ready so Leo could patch you up until you returned home.

"What happened?" Leo asked, immediatly moving to fully asses your injury.

Raph was silently freaking out next to the two of you, using his body as a kind of large shield to protect you, even if there was no immediate threat.

"What do you think happened? I got shot." you replied with a wince.

Leo snorted, then narrowed his eyes in irritation, "The bullet didn't make a clean pass." He muttered, cleaning the area so he could bandage it, "We'll have to dig it out."

"Now!?"

"No not now. Obviously." Leo said, rolling his eyes, "Geez, bro. Trust me. I got this."

You groaned, resting your head on the wall behind you as Leo finished bandaging the wound.

He attempted to help you stand, but your wounded leg folded beneath your weight. If it wasn't for Leo, you wound have face planted straight into the ground.

Raph rest his large hand on your shoulder, then scooped you up to carry you. You tried to protest, but Raph shook his head, "No way." he said, "You ain't walkin' until Leo says so. And he ain't said so."

You turned to look at Leo, who was skillfully avoiding your gaze as he portaled the three of you to a nearby rooftop.

With a roll of your eyes, you looked around, "Where are Don and Angelo?" you asked. Leo shrugged, then pointed to the warehouse you were prviously in, a smirk on his face.

"Found 'em."

Mikey swung over to the rooftop quickly while Donnie followed close behind with his battle shell. Mikey jumped up to cling to you with tears in his eyes, "You got shot! Don't die!"

You sighed, patting your little brothers shell, "Mikey, chill. It's just my knee, I'm fine."

"You got shot!" He repeated, still crying.

Leo portaled the five of you home, where Raph immediatly rushed you into med-bay, "You're gonna be ok, little brother. Raph's got 'cha." he said, setting you down on one of the two cots.

You groaned, covering your face with your hands, "You're right. I'm gonna be fine, because it's just my knee."

Leo began digging around in the cabinets for the tools he'd need, "To be fair, this next part is gonna hurt. You also probably won't be able to walk properly for a while."

Leo tossed Donnie a bottle of pain killers, "Give him two of those." He said, motioning towards you.

You happily accepted the painkillers, gulping them down and waiting for the sweet release to kick in as you layed back.

Leo wheeled a tray over to your bedside, gently nudging Mikey out of the way, "This is gonna hurt, even with those painkillers." He warned, pulling some surgical gloves on.

Mikey took your hand with both of his, and Raph rested his across your plastron. You took in a deep breath, then nodded towards Leo, "Just get it over with, Leo."

Leo snipped open the bandages, and Donnie gagged at the sight of your wound, quickly turning to leave the room, "I can't watch. *gag* gotta go-"

Getting the bullet out was a quick, but not at all painless process. You definitly tried your best to seem indifferent though, not that anyone bought it of course.

Leo was quick to clean, stitch, and bandage the wound, sighing with obvious relief once he was finished.

Raph helped you sit up, and Mikey rushed out of the room, shouting about how he was going to make dinner. Upon Mikey's leave, Donnie returned to the room, eyes catching on your bandaged leg with a shudder.

That night was definitly a turtle pile night. All of your brothers being careful to not irritate your wounded leg.

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Finally back to writing! It sure has been a while since I posted any fics, sorry about that, lol!

[just-some-random-blogger]

I'll Protect Your Heart

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You get injured after trying to protect your husband and you get into a heated argument because of it

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, wife!reader, heated arguement, sad and concerned!dream, fluff, typos, etc.

R E Q U E S T @northmansvamp: can you make it that I have powers and I over use them that’s what causes me to pass out but he catches me and carry’s me bridal style to his bed (telekinesis) + protecting him from things that want to hurt him + and we are husband and wife

A/N: do you like true blood by any chance, cause i am also an eric girl HAHAHA. i hope you like this my love <3 Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9

It all happened pretty fast. It happened so fast, in fact, that I don't remember anything that happened at all. All I know I was with Dream and some freaky stuff started happening. So the fact I was now lying in bed with a towel on my forehead was pretty weird.

"Oh, geez," a voice croaks, "thank heavens your awake," Matthew swoops down on the bed, "Dream is like 1 molecule away from snapping."

I knit my brows as I raise my hand to pull the towel off my face, "what?"

Matthew walks forward, "well, yeah! I mean who wouldn't freak out after what you did."

I catch a blot of red on my damp towel as I drop it to my side. I shake my head and try to sit down, but then I feel pain spread throughout my body, "wait... what did I do again?"

Matthew does not respond. Neither do I repeat myself.

"Wait... are you serious, do you not remember?"

I bring my fingers to the side of my head and let out a soft sound when I feel pain in that area. I was probably grazed or something. I don't remember hitting my head anywhere though.

"I think, there was like..." I grunt as I push myself up, "... a fight."

"YEAH?!?" Matthew cried out, "no damn kidding," he words harshly. "There was a huge fight and you threw yourself in the middle of it against Dream's wishes .Then you-"

"Where is Dream?" I sigh.

"He went off to finish the-"

Matthew cuts himself off when I attempt to leave bed.

"No!" he protests, "no, no, no, no, no! The reason why I'm here is to literally prevent you from-"

"He needs my help, Matthew."

"Yeah, and look what your help did to you!"

I shoot him a dirty look as I make my way to the side of the bed.

"I don't care if you look at me like that! You overexerted yourself and I'm not going to let you out of this place!"

"Oh yeah," I mutter, struggling to get to my feet, "you think you're going to be able to stop me?"

"No, but he will," Matthew says in a gotcha moment.

I him in confusion and annoyance. I then look over to where he was staring and feel my skin break out in goosebumps at the sight of Dream's dark stare.

The next moment, he walks towards me and places his hands on my shoulders, "you are not to leave this room until I feel the strain in your body subside."

I narrow my eyes at the dark haired being, "so what? I'm a prisoner in my own home?"

"If that is how it makes you feel, so be it."

I scoff, "you literally would have been much more badly injured if-"

"So it seems your memory of the incident has cleared."

I suck in a breath, feeling anger rise up my body. I watch him as he pulls away and walks off to the window. I snip, "I remember how I helped you."

Dream is unfazed by the stern tone as he draws the curtains close, "then it would do you good to recall how I had to carry you here in my arms."

I let out frustrated breath and clench my jaw.

Dream turns to me, expressionless as he then waves off his raven, "you may go now, Matthew. Thank you for keeping an eye on the queen."

Matthew nods, "of course," he gives me a look, "see ya, bosses."

Once he flies off, Dream makes it to the bed and sits at the edge. I glare at him when he does so and wait for him to continue chastising me. He does not.

He leans onto his lap and tents is hands together. Dream draws in a deep breath before speaking, "it is no matter to me if I am hurt; my hurt is constant and does not fade."

I knit my brows at his words, not liking them one bit.

"Yet when I am with you, it's like I've never hurt at all."

My lips part and my defenses fall.

When Dream turns to me, his eyes are glassy and laced with worry, "how then would you expect me to exist if you had been lost to me? Knowing it was in my defense, my fault that lead to the macabre fate."

"Dream," I whimper, crawling over to him. The act caused me discomfort, but it was worth it when I got to lean on him and wrap my arms around his worried form.

"There would be nothing left for me if I am without you."

"Don't say that," I mutter, bringing my face to his shoulder, "there are a great many things in existen-"

"BUT I ONLY WANT YOU!" he snaps, growing rigid against me, causing me to pull back in surprise. As quickly as he had reacted, he turns, gets to his feet, and grabs my face. I feel tears prick in my eyes when I see just how distraught and sorrowful he looked.

"I only want you," he repeats carefully. His breathing grows heavy, "you must promise me that you will never do such a thing like that again."

"Dream."

He releases a breath and leans his forehead against mine, "you are not like me and my siblings. You are finite and breakable. You should not have put yourself in peril."

"My love," I whisper, "I understand you," I pull away from him, clasping his wrists as I take in his damp cheeks, "I am so sorry that that had you affected like this. I didn't intend to leave you so worried."

"Then promise me-"

"But you need to understand me as well," I mutter, "yes, I am not nearly as strong as you, I am finite and breakable, but my feelings for you are just as strong as what you feel."

Dream's brows furrow. He shakes his head.

"If I had a chance to redo everything, knowing I'd end up this way, I'd still do it all over again."

He mutters my name out like a plea.

"And you should not resent me for it, because I know you would do the same, if not more for me."

"But I am-"

"And I am your wife!" I quip before he could even finish. I tug him roughly until he is sat back down. I climb onto his lap and take my turn to catch his face, "one day..." I shake my head, "you and I both know I won't be here-"

"Please-"

"But I'm right here, Dream!" I blurt, grabbing his hands, placing them on my sides, "I'm right here for you to hold, and cry to, and love," I press a kiss on his forehead, "and if there's one thing I want you to remember about your queen, is that she believed even someone as big and tough as Dream of the Endless deserves to have someone protect him."

When he parts his mouth, I silence him with a kiss.

"And I will continue to protect you until my last breath, because that's what it means to love."

[ssamie]

eight. “nakahara chuuya”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide and mild violence

masterlist.         suicide freak!

instead of eating out with the team, her lovely afternoon turned into a not-a-date-but-kinda with chuuya 

"yaknow, chuuya.. you haven't changed at all" she commented. she twirled her straw around the glass of her milkshake as she briefly glanced at chuuya from across her 

"hah?! what's that supposed to mean??" chuuya exclaimed angrily 

"i've always wondered about this" she hummed "but where do you get your embarrassing hats?" she asked 

chuuya clicked his tounge as he angrily sipped on his milkshake. "say what you want, vogabond" he said 

"i bet you're still going on and on about suicide despite your age, aren't ya?" chuuya sneered 

"yeah" she nodded 

he sighed and leaned back on his chair. "atleast pretend to deny that" he said 

she sighed and leaned back as well. "what are we doing here, chuuya?" she asked with a huff  "im guessing it's not a date. well, unless it is, then-" 

"shut up! it's a not a goddamn date!" chuuya snapped 

she chuckled and threw her hands up in mock surrender. "chill out, chuuya" she cooed  "and not like i'd care anyways." she muttered "im still chasing after a certain pudding head so i'd rather this be a little reunion, if anything." 

chuuya's scowl softened at her words. his brows nit together as he blinked dumbfoundedly at her. 

"you love someone?" he asked, uncharacteristically quiet. 

"i wouldn't say love" she shrugged "more like close friends, im currently convincing him to commit a double suicide with me" 

"oh." chuuya mumbled 

she rested her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands. "why did you find me, chuuya." she asked, but with her tone it was more of a demand for the answer 

chuuya didn't reply but simply crossed his legs over the other. he chuckled lowly and leaned in closer to her face. "im here to take you down." he whispered "you and your agency may have fooled and escaped from akutagawa, but not me." 

chuuya grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head closer, so that their noses were touching. 

"im your old partner, after all" he smirked 

"indeed you are" she smirked back 

chuuya grinned, mischief in his eyes as he roughly pulled her head back and tilting it to the left. he then leaned in and whispered something in her ear. 

"what the fuck?" kenma muttered in disbelief 

"old partner?" kuroo muttered in confusion 

a few of the boys, specifically kenma, kuroo, yaku, lev, and yamamoto, were hiding at the other side of the cafe. they were seated by the farthest booth covered by a huge plant, trying to spy on the two. thanks to chuuya's loud voice, they were able to hear bits of the conversation. 

"maybe they were lovers?" lev suggested with an innocent smile on his face 

"who even is he?" yamamoto asked in a whisper 

"well, he could be an ex boyfriend or a friend, we wouldn't really know" yaku said with a sigh 

"he has a point" kuroo sighed "we don't really know anything about her, if you think about it" 

"we don't know what she was doing or who she was with before this" 

"whatever, just shh!" yamamoto shushed him 

"ah! i think he looked at me for a quick second" lev shuddered nervously 

"what?? he saw you??" yaku asked frantically "that's because your head is almost touching the fucking ceiling! get down!" 

"he's looking this way!" yamamoto whisper shouted 

"shut up, yamamoto! you're too obvious!" 

chuuya grumbled as he met eyes with the boys. he briefly glared at them before averting his eyes back to the girl. "those brats are watching us. tch" he said 

"i know" she shrugged nonchalantly. "though, i would advise you not to hurt them" she chuckled

chuuya smirked and stared her down tauntingly. 

"or what?" 

"i'll kill you." 

"ah, i see.." she hummed "you led me here to fight, is that it?" she looked around the deserted alleyway he brought them to. 

chuuya clicked his tounge and nodded in response. 

"well, i appreciate it" she chuckled "i wouldn't want kenma to see such violence" 

"stop babbling about that kenma and fight me!" chuuya scowled as he ran towards her, throwing punches which she dodged. just as he was about to hit her, she grabbed his arm and punched him in the stomach, making him cough out his saliva. 

"you call that a punch?!" he exclaimed as he swung his fist straight to her stomach, sending her back until she hit the wall. 

"it doesn't even count as a massage." chuuya sneered "get up." he scoffed

she sighed and lifted herself up from the ground, stretching her arm and wincing in slight pain. "geez, i thought my blocking arm would get torn off" she said with a soft chuckle 

"she predicted my moves.." chuuya whispered to himself 

"we've known each other for a long time, chuuya. i know everything about you, your moves, your pacing." she said 

"i wouldn't have been a proper partner if not, right?" she said with a teasing smile

"tch" chuuya scowled and threw a punch at her again. 

she groaned in pain as his fist made contact with her cheek. "why are you so weak?" chuuya asked. just before she could fall back, he caught her by the neck, pushing her back against the wall and squeezing hard on her throat. 

"the y/n i know would never be cornered down this fast, this easily." he narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "what're you plotting in that head of yours" 

she didn't answer but simply smirked as his grip on her throat tightened. 

"answer me or i'll kill you!" chuuya exclaimed "right here, right now!"

"no you won't." she stated with a carefree smile "after all, i am a former mafia executive. and a current traitor, as you all see me." she chuckled "my execution for those reasons would be the council's desicion"

she smirked as chuuya's expression morphed into one of conflict and distress 

"if you do kill me before that decision without permission, your act will be considered as betrayal" she said "you'll be punished, or worse, executed" she cooed 

"and if i overlook all of those and kill you, you'll still be happy since you still managed to die." he scowled 

she smiled and waved her hand about. "yeah, so go ahead. cmon!" 

chuuya scoffed as she simply continued to pester him. 

"coommmee ooonnnnn~" 

chuuya didn't answer but simply stabbed a dagger straight to the wall beside her head. the blade managed to graze her cheek, letting a lone drop of blood travel down her skin up to the bandages on her neck. 

she chuckled as she watched him stomp off in irritation. "oh, you're not going to?" 

"chuuya driven out of the organization because of me had a nice ring to it too" she laughed 

"shut up." he scowled 

she plucked the blade out of the concrete wall and waved it around with a teasing look on her face.  "well then, aren't you gonna walk me back like a proper gentleman? ~" she cooed 

"like hell i will!" he snapped back. he sighed and turned back around, continuing to make his way out of the deserted alleyway. 

"just shut your mouth and get outta here, you ass" he said as he lazily waved his hand in goodbye. 

"i'll try to find a man or woman willing to kill themselves next time" he said 

in an instant, her eyes sparkled. she looked at his retreating figure with wide eyes and a look of delight. "chuuya!" she exclaimed  "i had no idea you were such a good person!" she said 

"that was my way of saying 'go to hell', idiot!" chuuya barked back 

"let me tell you this, y/n" he said "don't think this will be the end of it." 

"there will be no second chance!" he yelled 

she simply smiled fondly and shook her head "no, wrong!" she sneered "dont you think you're forgetting something?" she called out, making him stomp in anger 

"dont-you-think-youre-forgetting-something? ~" she sang out 

reluctantly, chuuya buckled his knees and pointed at her with a fake bashful look. "there will be no second chance!" he exclaimed in a higher pitched voice, imitating a girl. 

she didn't respond with the proper reply they agreed on, but simply looked at him with a blank smile. 

chuuya blinked back and repeated his words. 

"n-no second chance.. HEY YOU SHOULD BE LAUGHING!"

"well, he didn't walk me back after all" she sighed to herself. she was currently making her way back to the agency since kunikida has been calling her nonstop. the megane has been whining about her missing work, while atsushi was simply begging her to come back to keep kunikida calm

on her way back, she passed a convenience store, which had an annoyingly huge amount of people bickering infront of it. 

"oya?" she mumbled 

"what's happening- eh?" she sweat dropped upon seeing yamamoto arguing with a man 

she looked around to meet eyes with kenma, who looked like he wanted to anywhere else but there. kuroo noticed her too and smirked at his friend. "your lady's here, kyanma" he teased 

kenma looked at her, a look of impatience and discomfort present in his face. 

"good evening, everyone!" she greeted loudly 

this caused all three of the nekoma boys, and three of the huge muscular men to look her way. 

"what seems to be the problem here?" she asked with a nonchalant grin 

"oi. walk away quietly before we give you some trouble, girl." the man arguing with yamamoto scowled 

she simply side eyed him before looking back at kenma. "ken-ken, whyre you out so late?" she asked with a smile "i thought you had a new game you wanted to play" 

"well.. they won't let us go." kenma answered quietly, pointing to the men with a frown

she faced the men with an exaggerated pout "why are you bastards causing my pudding trouble, hm?" she asked in a scolding tone 

"y/n-chan.. you shouldn't provoke them" kuroo said with a nervous smile 

"hah?! you tryna act tough, lil girl?" the men laughed "these scoundrels have been loitering in our spot." one man scowled "so we came to teach them a lesson." he grinned maniacly as he lifted the hem of his shirt, showing the gun inserted in his pocket. 

"good grief." she sighed "another angsty gang. this is getting old" she whined  "last time i checked, you didn't own this store so these boys are free to stay here whenever they want" she said 

"and carrying a gun without a liscense is a major offense." she pointed to his pocket. 

she then pushed kuroo, kenma and yamamoto away. "but since you're so hell bent. we'll spare you the trouble." 

"good riddance~" she cooed at the men 

she pushed the nekoma boys by their backs, urging them to walk faster while yamamoto looked back to flip them off. 

"oi oi oi,, not so fast" the men laughed. one of them tugged her back by her arm, laughing once he saw the bandages and the cuts she had on her face from her previous fight with chuuya. 

"a girl like you tryna act tough is laughable. but since you're here, you might as well play nice and be our little toy" 

she grimaced and pulled her arm back, sending them a dirty look. 

"after all, it's pay back for giving us all a headache." he said with a smirk 

"oi! get your filty hands off y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed angrily 

she looked back at him and smiled in gratitude, though she simply tucked her hands in her pockets and ignored them. 

"im afraid i won't be agreeing to your request." she scoffed "we'll be leaving now" she announced as she grabbed yamamoto and pulled kuroo and kenma along 

"get back here, you bastards!" the most bulky man reached out, trying to grab one of them. 

unfortunately for him, the person he manged to grab was kenma. 

"h-hey!" kenma shrieked, trying to pull his arm back 

she stopped in her tracks and immediately ran back to his aid. she pulled his other arm back and shielded him with her body. "hands off." she said with a dark look in her eyes. 

"you little-" the man was cut off as a fist came contact with his face. 

a loud and unnerving cracking and popping of bones could be heard as her fist rammed on his face. 

"my, my.." she cooed, holding her hand up as she watched the man stumble back on the ground. "normally i'd say i'd hate for this to resort in violence.. "

"but that would be a lie" she chuckled 

kuroo, kenma, and yamamoto gulped as they watched the fight ensue. "y-y/n-chan, let's just leave." kuroo says nervously "the guys have guns" he warned 

"correction. one of them has a gun." she said 

the two remaining men laughed at her claim and pulled out guns of their own. "don't get so cocky, little girl" 

she simply ignored them and continued speaking to kuroo, as if it were a normal conversation. "those two blockheads don't have a single bullet in theirs." she said nonchalantly 

the two men gulped as they laughed nervously. 

"only an idiot would point a revolver at someone without a single presence of a bullet in them." she laughed 

"ah, sorry kuroo-san! another correction. none of them have a utile weapon in hand" she chuckled 

kuroo cocked his head in confusion. "then what about him.." he pointed to the man on the ground 

the poor fellow who had to take a gruesome hit was still on the ground, sporting a broken nose and a missing tooth. 

"you see, stuffing a gun in your pocket is pretty stupid!" she scoffed "stupid, stupid stupid!" she taunted. she stuck her tongue out at them and pulled on her eye, teasing them like a child. 

"it'd be easy for the other person to grab it." she said "that being said.." 

she showed them the gun, hanging on her finger by the trigger guard. she smirked and pointed it at the bruised man, ignoring the other two as her finger grazed the trigger. 

"now.. tell me, mister." she cooed "are you the leader of this gang?" she asked 

"y-yes." the man answered reluctantly 

surprisingly, she didn't pull the trigger on him, but simply smiled in delight. "i see!" she exclaimed with a smile "well then, since you're the top dog, i'd say you should tell your little puppies to run off and leave my friends alone!" 

"i-" 

before he could utter another word, she pulled the trigger. but she didn't shoot him of course! she refuses to expose her friends to such inhumane acts. 

"good! im glad to hear that!" she cheered happily, a stupid and giddy grin forming on her lips. 

she thew the gun in a nearby canal and stuffed her hands back in her pockets. "if i see you bothering anyone else again," she trailed off, her grin faltering as an aloof expression loomed her features 

"i'll punch you twice and shoot you five times." 

but as quickly as she it had disappeared, her smile once again came to light. "well then, it's getting late.. bye-bye!" she waved at them 

the men took this as a signal to run, which they did. 

the three nekoma boys looked at each other with a horrified and hesitant expression before looking back at her. 

"y/n..?" kenma called out 

she turned around, her aura softening as her (e/c) orbs clashed with his honey hued ones. 

"well then, let's head home?" she said to them 

"uh.. we were-" kuroo cut himself off by clearing his throat. "we were heading to the train station!" 

"perfect! should i walk you there?" she asked them "the agency is a few blocks down the station so it should be fine" 

"y-y/n-chan!" yamamoto exclaimed "hm?" she hummed back questioningly "marry me!" yamamoto exclaimed, his eyes wide with a pink hue coating his cheeks 

"sorry, yamamoto-kun" she cooed "but marriage is the farthest thing i have in mind at the moment" 

she glanced at kenma, who was too busy silently hissing and glaring at yamamoto to notice even her 

"i do, however, have our double suicide in mind, kenma-kun" she said. kenma stopped with his cat-like hissing and looked at her. "oh.. is that so.." 

"mhm. well then, you all should head back!" she said “but kenma, you should stay with me!" she proposed 

"why?" kenma sweatdropped 

"we could have loads of fun back in my place! you'll love that, won't you?" she asked excitedly. she hugged his arm close and rested her head on his shoulder, thus making walking a bit hard for them, but she didn't mind. 

"no." 

"aww! we could share the bed, and have-" 

"oya oya~" kuroo cooed "am i hearing this correctly~" 

"y/n-chan!! marry me instead! I'd love to stay at your place!" yamamoto cried 

"ke-n-ma~ what do you say?" she cooed, blatantly ignoring yamamoto. kenma grumbled and looked away from them. he tried to pull his arm away from her, but failed. 

"how are you guys acting so normally?" he asked "are we not gonna talk about y/n just beating up some guy and firing a gun?" 

"nope!" she hummed 

"what we will talk about, however, is my proposal of staying at my place!" she whined "i could please you all night long-" 

"im walking away now." kenma announced as he pulled his arm from her and fastened his pace 

"wait! i was talking about games and movies!" she reasoned out with a laugh "kenma!" 

"i am walking away. goodbye." 

im so bad at writing fights smh 😔

[violentmouths]

Catch Me

It was precisely, 1:30 p.m and you were dozing off from English class. You didn't hate English class, it was Mr. Knumble who made it unbearable; he spoke incredibly slow and he'd usually go off topic. You looked around to find everyone doing the same as you; slowly passing out. Everyone that is, except for him. Yes, him; Catch Porter. He's forever paying attention! Absorbing every word Mr. Knumble says, taking notes every ten seconds, he loved English.

You couldn't really put a finger on Catch, he was usually quiet and kept to himself. His mother usually dressed him from what you heard. But no one has ever seen his mother or even knew who she was! Everyone found him as the key to success when it came to school and he'd help them too! But no one knew Catch like you did, and he tried so hard to keep you from telling anyone in the school. He wasn't ready to tell anyone, not yet.

The class bell rang; class was finally over. You sighed in relief, picking up your bag and putting your things inside. "Ah, ah, ah. The bell doesn't dismiss you, I do." Mr. Knumble informed, but Catch didn't listen, he still walked out and disappeared down the hall. You smirked; you had an idea. Gently moving your (h/c) hair out of your face. Boy, was Catch in for something. Once class was dismissed, you went looking for Catch in the hall. But he was nowhere to be found. "I'll look for him later." You said to yourself, going outside since school was finally over. Everyone walked outside, all going their separate ways. Either going home or to have fun.

Your friends said their goodbyes to you as they went home, while you stayed behind to look for Catch, who was standing by the entrance of the school. Catch wore khakis and a blue button up shirt that had little white fish on it. He had on these glasses and only took them off when he got out of school. You smirked before walking up to him, "hey, Catch" you called out, Catch turned to look at you, he took off his glasses and gave you the worried puppy eyes. He always did that and it made you smile like a Cheshire cat; knowing he was gonna let have your way with him.

"So you did wait for me" you said putting your hands on your hips, Catch licked his lips in frustration. "I was actually waiting for my mom" Catch replied, putting his glasses in his pocket and looking around. You rolled his eyes and shook your head, "I'm hungry" you cooed, Catch sucked his teeth "then go home and eat" he said sternly.

"No, you feed me"

"Why do I gotta feed you?"

"Because I love it when you feed me."

"I don't have money."

"Yes you do, you also made some last night."

Catch looked down, he stuffed his hands in his pockets before looking at the sky. "Fine, let me go change. Meet me at McDonald's in an hour." Catch said backing up, still looking at you "if ya ass ain't there, then ya get no food." Catch added, his voice went from gentle and monotone to loud, filled with slang and profanity. But you loved it! You laughed siliently before walking to McDonald's.

It had been half an hour and you were sitting in McDonald's waiting for Catch to arrive. You pulled out your phone and went through your contacts, scrolling down to 'Catch' and pressing on his name, his name took you straight to messages. "Where the hell are you?" You wrote, before you hit send, someone sat down infront of you, he was wearing a black leather jacket with and a white tshirt under, their jeans were dark blue and they had black Converse.

You looked them up and down, marveling their high cheek bones, their strong chin. But what got you the most was their beautiful eyes.

You smiled, continuing to look at the person infront you."You clean up nice, Catch" you joked, Catch rolled their eyes, "Haha, very funny." Catch groaned, getting up from infront of you and walking towards the menu. You got up from your seat and stood next to him, looking at the menu "hurry up and order something." Catch quickly said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You ordered your favorite food and waited for Catch to order his food. Once you both got your food you ate in silence.

You couldn't keep silent anymore, you were sitting infront of the cutest guy in school. "So, what are you gonna do for tonight?" You said, taking a bite of your burger, Catch rolled his eyes. "Can we not talk about this? Like, geez." Catch growled, you giggled in delight "Not my fault you're a cam boy." You said holding your hands up in defense. Catch put his food in his bag and walked out of the restaurant. You put your food in the bag and hurried after him.

You watched Catch get in a car and sit in the driver seat. Without asking you got in the car and sat in the passenger seat. "Did I hurt your feelings?" You cooed, Catch just sucked his teeth and started up the car. You didn't know why calling Catch a cam boy upsetted him so much; it was his occupation. A price he paid for, "get in the back." Catch mumbled, You put a hand to your ear, "Sorry, didn't hear you ther-" "Get in the back!" Catch yelled, you immediately listened to his demand, you got out the car and got in the back seat with Catch following you.

"Remove your pants." Catch demanded, you obeyed, quickly unbuttoning your pants. "Never took you for an exhibitionist, Catch." You snickered, unzipping your fly, "shut up, come sit on my lap." Catch instructed, pulling down his pants to free his cock; it was what you were teasing him for this entire time; his big, thick cock. It was a bottomless well, something about seeing his dick out like this just drove you insane!

Thank god his car windows were tinted.

You crawled over to him as he spread his legs. You could feel his fingers snaking under your (f/c) shirt. Catch pulled down your pants more as you sat on his lap. He brought you closer by pushing on your back, making you lean into him as he kissed your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, slowly bringing your hands into his hair. Grabbing as much as you could, recieving a little moan out of him. "Y/n," Catch trailed off, breaking the kiss." Do you need a little foreplay?" He asked after, you smiled into his neck "What do you think?" You giggled.

Catch slid his hands down your back, he rubbed your legs before circling a finger around your entrance, you shuddered at the touch which made Catch chuckle "hey," he said, giving your ass a tap "This is what you wanted." And he was right, you wanted him so badly! And he wasn't even yours or anybody else's either. Catch later on slipped a finger into your pussy making you arch your back "Catch, just do it already." You whined, but he wasn't going to listen. He kept on fingering you slowly, making you want him more and more! The suspension was killing you.

You needed him inside of you!

"Catch" you trailed off, Catch grabbed your face to make you look at him. "Please." You moaned, causing Catch to smile "Say it." He demanded, you shook your head; you didn't want to beg. Catch moved your head around "Say it" he said sternly.

You sighed, you couldn't believe you were going to do this, you brought your (e/c) eyes to his lip, which he biting to point where it started to bleed. "Catch, fuck me!" You begged, moving your hips in circular movements around Catch's finger. You never thought you'd have to do that but you did. Catch smiled as he threw his head back, he brought it up right after to look at you again "Ya know that made me hard, right?" He chuckled. You rolled your eyes at his remark. But Catch always kept his word.

You could feel his thick cock pressing against your entrance "Buckle up honey bunny," he trailed off, slowly pushing the head of his cock into your pussy, your lips parted as you felt him inch into you more and more. The pleasure was starting to build up. "You're about to go for a ride!" He whispered into your ear, slipping into you completely and catching you by surprise. You gasped at how fast he went in, but it wasn't over yet. Catch loved to start off slow, teasing you, making you want him even more!

The sloppy sounds, the panting was all that could be heard in the car. Catch's cock slipping in and out of your tight, wet pussy. You were losing your mind! "Say something, (Y/n)." Catch grunted thrusting into you harder than before, causing you to moan "Like, what?" You moaned in his ear. Catch grabbed a handful of your hair as he kissed your neck "Tell me what I want to hear" he groaned, grabbing your ass "Y-You're so strong Catch!" You moaned, getting louder, Catch leaned his head back to look at you better. Your face was completely flushed and your eyes held nothing but complete lust.

Catch lifted up your shirt and bra to look at your breasts, he quickly put one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked hard. You yelped as you dug your nails into his shoulders, "You're such a man!" You moaned louder as Catch began to gently squeeze your breasts. You were drowning in pleasure and so was he. You were both at your peak, but you couldn't stop! "Catch I-" you were cut off by Catch crashing his lips against yours as he thrusted deeper into you. You wrapped your arms around his neck. The kiss, the thrusting, as well as the breast squeezing made you both come all over Catch's pants. The two of you panted, looking deep into each others eyes, you laid your head on his shoulder.

"Jesus, I needed that." Catch said rubbing the back of his head, but you didn't respond to him, your legs were shaking out of control as you drifted to sleep. Catch rubbed your back before throwing his head back again "alright, sleep on me I guess." He said rubbing your head, "C-Catch?" You whispered, "hmm?" He hummed, still rubbing your back. "Are there going to be other places we fuck at?" You asked, Catch stopped rubbing your back and chuckled.

"Where else do you have in mind?"

***

Told ya I was gonna use Owen as one of my characters in a book, his name is Seneschal (Sen-a-shall) "Catch" Porter. He got into camming by thinking of it as a joke at first but later on gains an audience, only you know his secret. I can write more of this if ya want. . .

[an-all-write-life]

Memories Don't Fade

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky was happy, content with his life, and his relationship with you. Until an accident turns his world–and yours–upside down.

Warning(s): Car wreck, mentions of injuries and death, annngst

A/N: This is for @captain-ariel-barnes 4k challenge!! Thank you for letting me participate, lovely! My prompt was "Do you remember me?" So for this fic, instead of everyone being mad at each other at the end of Civil War, they made up and now live together happily in the tower. 😂 (Bucky hasn't gone to Wakanda yet tho) Sitting just over 2900 words, this isn't the longest fic I've written, but is the longest one I've posted! Any and all feedback is welcome! Hope y'all enjoy!

It was an oddly quiet day at the Tower, even though almost all of the Avengers were around. Tony and Bruce were working in the lab, and Same, Rhodey, Nat, Steve, and the others were scattered in various places.

You and Bucky were on the couch, nearing the end of a movie marathon. You were curled up by his side, his arm pulling you closer, an array of candy and popcorn littering the coffee table.

As the credits of the final movie began to roll, you pushed yourself off of Bucky and stretched your arms and legs.

"Mmm," You hummed, closing your eyes as your muscles stretched. "What did ya think, Bucky?"

He shrugged. "It wasn't half-bad."

You looked at him, incredulous. "Not half-bad?" You asked, placing your hand over your heart, mocking hurt.

Bucky grinned. "I'm picking the movie next time." He declared, poking you gently in the side.

Swatting at his hand, you giggled. "Alright, fine." You agreed, jabbing him in the stomach. "But it better not be a chick flick again."

Smirking, Bucky reached over and attacked your stomach with his hands. You instantly fell into laughter as he tickled you mercilessly, his hands finding all of your ticklish spots.

Tears were streaming down your face as you tried to escape Bucky's relentless tickling, to no avail as he pinned your hands above your head.

Finally, breathless with laughter, you managed to choke out, "I-I give!"

Leaning down, Bucky pressed a kiss to your lips, ceasing his attack.

Pulling away, he smiled. "Wanna say that again?" He teased.

You quickly shook your head, still laughing. "No, please, have mercy!"

Pressing another kiss to your lips, he released you. You sat up, cross-legged, eyeing your boyfriend suspiciously as you checked your watch, seeing that it was still early afternoon.

"So, what now?" You asked, turning to Bucky. "I don't want to go home yet."

His eyebrows furrowed in thought, then his eyes lit with a mischievous gleam. "Follow me." He said, getting up from the couch and jogging down the hallway. You hurried to catch up to him, mentally cursing his long, super-soldier strides.

You followed Bucky to the elevator, where he asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to take you to the garage. Your stomach dropped momentarily as the elevator began its descent.

"Why are we going to the garage?" You asked, an eyebrow raised.

Bucky just smirked and winked at you as the elevator doors opened and he stepped out, with you right behind him.

You blinked to adjust your eyes as Bucky flicked on the lights in the garage. Once the spots disappeared from your vision, you watched as Bucky made his way past all of Tony's sports cars and to a motorcycle near the back.

Biting your lip and smirking, having a feeling you knew where this was going, you followed Bucky's path and joined him by the bike.

"So," You said, approaching Bucky with a sly grin. "Isn't this Steve's bike?"

Bucky nodded and tossed you a helmet. "Sure is."

You caught the helmet and drummed your fingers on it. "The one he specifically told you not to touch, or even look at, for that matter?"

He smiled. "The exact one."

"You are such a bad influence, Barnes." You teased.

Climbing onto the motorcycle, he looked at you questioningly. "You coming or not?" He asked, putting on his own helmet.

You paused for only a moment before putting on the helmet and hopping on the motorcycle behind Bucky, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Bucky started the motorcycle and revved it, making you tighten your grip on him. Releasing the brake, you let out a startled yelp as he raced out of the garage and onto the streets.

For the next several minutes all you were aware of was the wind tugging at your clothes, the roar of the motorcycle in your ears, and the feeling of Bucky's well defined abs underneath your hands.

You were able to go through several green lights before hitting a red one. Bucky brought the bike to a stop and waited for traffic to clear and the light to turn green.

When the light finally did change, Bucky revved the engine and started across the intersection. As you glanced to the left, you saw a car rapidly approaching the intersection, on a direct path for you and Bucky.

Your eyes widened from behind the visor on your helmet. "Bucky!" You called, tightening your grip around him, trying to alert him to the situation.

The next moment, your world was filled with the sound of scrunching metal, the feeling of flying through the air, and then...darkness.

_____

...Beep...

...Beep...

...Beep...

The sound of the heart monitor had filled Bucky's ears for nearly a day now. It had become something of a comfort to him; as long as the monitor continued its beeping, it meant you were alive. Which was rather difficult to tell just by looking at you.

Lifting his head, Bucky's ice blue eyes roamed over your figure, lying almost deathly still in the hospital bed, save for the occasional twitch of your fingers. Your left leg was in a cast that went mid-way up your thigh; the doctors said it had broken in three places-twice in your lower leg, once higher up. Your right wrist had suffered a hairline fracture, so it was in a brace. Bandages covered the numerous scrapes you'd gotten, along with road rash all along the right side of your body.

But Bucky's main cause for concern was from the bandage wrapped around your forehead. The x-rays had shown that there was no brain damage, but you had a severe concussion and the doctors weren't quite sure what the extent of it would be. The possibilities ranged from minor symptoms such as sensitivity to light and noise, all the way to the risk of a seizure, with dozens more in between.

All in all, Bucky knew he ought to be grateful. Things could have been so much worse; you could have died. Considering the severity of the crash, it was incredibly lucky that you'd survived.

But all he could think about was how it was his fault. If only he'd seen the car, he could've prevented this, or if he'd never taken you out on Steve's motorcycle in the first place.

Oh geez. Steve's motorcycle. It was completely wrecked. How was he going to tell Steve? Bucky squeezed his eyes shut as he placed more guilt and blame on himself, struggling not to let the tears fall.

What was it you had said before? 'You're such a bad influence, Barnes.' There it was, the truth of the matter. He ruined everything he came into contact with. You had nearly died, just because he'd wanted to take you out on a stupid motorcycle ride. Why didn't he stop and think for once? Then maybe you wouldn't be in this situation. Heck, the only reason you were in this situation was because you loved him; that was the only reason you'd gotten on that motorcycle.

He hadn't been sure in the beginning of your relationship if he deserved to be loved, or even deserved to have someone to love, and even now, he still had doubts. On several occasions you had reminded him that it didn't matter what he thought, that you would always love him, no matter what.

He wondered if that was still true. He wondered if maybe...if maybe you would be better off without him.

Before he could delve further into the thought, you stirred in the bed.

Bucky was instantly on his feet, reaching for your hand.

"Y/N?" He called softly, caressing the back of your hand with his flesh one.

You moaned, slowly opening your eyes. Bucky watched in anticipation as your [e/c] orbs struggled to focus on your surroundings.

"Y/N?" He asked again, worry creeping into his voice.

Your gaze wandered around the room before coming to rest on Bucky's face.

Bucky's heart pounded in his chest as confusion filled your eyes.

"Wh-where am I?" You asked, struggling into a sitting position.

"You're in the hospital, doll. It's alright; everything's going to be okay." Bucky soothed, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

Looking down at your intertwined hands, you gently pulled your hand out of his grip. Your gaze rested on him, your face blank from emotion.

His heart twisted with pain. Did you...?

"Do you remember me?" He asked, fearing the answer.

You continued to stare at him, as if you were seeing him for the first time.

"...Should I?" You asked, brow furrowed.

Heart plummeting like a stone, he hesitated, then shook his head. "No...no, you shouldn't." Stepping away, he turned to go just as Dr. Winslow, the doctor in charge of your care, came into the room.

"Mr. Barnes-"

"I'll be out in the hall." Bucky said, his voice cracking.

Once in the hallway, his legs gave out and he collapsed into a chair, wringing his hands and hanging his head. The cool of his metal hand was a startling contrast against his feverish skin.

After several minutes, during which Bucky was able to text Steve to tell him to meet him at the hospital, Dr. Winslow came out, shutting the door behind him. Bucky stood up quickly, his eyes wide with worry.

"How is she?" He asked.

The doctor sighed and removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Mr. Barnes, do you remember our discussion about how we weren't sure what the extent of her head injury would be?"

Bucky felt as if a weight was pressing down on his shoulders. He nodded.

"Well, it appears that she's suffering from-"

"Amnesia." Bucky finished. "She has amnesia, doesn't she? That's why she didn't recognize me."

Dr. Winslow's eyes were full of pity. "Yes."

A wave of nausea washed over Bucky. "Will..." He swallowed past the lump in his throat. "Will she...?"

"Recover?" Dr. Winslow shrugged. "It's difficult to tell. Every case is different. She might regain her memory in a few days, a few months, or...she might not recover at all."

"Does she remember...anything?"

Dr. Winslow nodded. "She remembers her life up until the Battle of New York."

"That's been...years." Bucky whispered. "She's missing years of memories."

"Yes," He said, checking his watch. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Barnes, but if you'll excuse me, I have other patients to see..."

Shaking himself out of his stupor, Bucky nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, go ahead. Thanks, doc."

Promising to check on you again later, Dr. Winslow disappeared down the hall, nearly running into Steve as he rounded the corner and approached Bucky.

"Bucky, I came as fast as I could." Steve said. "What happened?"

"Steve..." Bucky recounted the entire story.

"I'm sorry about your bike. It was totaled, I-"

Steve placed a comforting hand on Bucky's shoulder. "Buck, the last thing I'm worried about right now is my bike. How's Y/N? And you?"

Bucky waved off his concern. "I'm fine, thanks to the serum. But Y/N...she...Steve, she has amnesia. The doc said that she doesn't remember the last several years. She...she doesn't remember me."

"Oh, Buck. I'm sure she'll remember you before lo-"

"That's just it, Steve." Bucky interrupted. "I've been thinking, and...I don't want her to remember."

Steve looked confused. "Why not?"

"Just think of everything I've done! It's too dangerous for her to be around me. She's better off not knowing who I am. She deserves to live her life without...without me there, holding her back."

"Holding her back from what?" Steve asked.

"From finding someone who's worthy of her love."

"Buck-"

"Don't try to change my mind, Steve. Please." Bucky pleaded, his eyes shining with unshed tears.

Steve hesitated, then nodded reluctantly. "Alright, Buck. If you're sure."

"I am." Bucky affirmed, heartbroken.

_____

It had been a little over four months since your leg and wrist had healed and you'd been released from the hospital and returned to living in your apartment in Manhattan. Moving on with your life knowing that there was a gap of several years in your memory was difficult, but you were managing.

Unfortunately, after numerous tests at the hospital and opinions from different doctors, they had declared that the odds of your full memory returning were slim to none.

One thing the doctors had recommended was keeping a journal and writing down any little snippets that you happened to recall. So far you hadn't remembered anything, but your dreams were filled with fuzzy images of a blue eyed man, clutching your hand asking if you remembered him.

These dreams had haunted you at the hospital as well, but when you'd told Dr. Winslow about it, he'd said that the dreams were just a side-effect of the concussion.

Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you grabbed your keys from your purse and unlocked the front door of your apartment, kicking off your shoes as you walked in.

Hanging up your coat and purse, you turned the TV on to the local news and searched for something to ear for dinner in the kitchen.

"Earlier today, several eye-witnesses reported seeing James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, accompanying the Avengers as they left for a mission. We had a chance to speak with one of-"

The rest of the news casters sentence was drowned out as you took some leftovers from the fridge and warmed it in the microwave.

When it beeped, signaling that your food was done, you took it and sat down on the couch, your eyes fixed on the television. A blurry video of what was supposedly the Winter Soldier with the Avengers was playing, though it was difficult to make out much.

The camera switched back to the news caster. "As many of you will recall, Mr. Barnes was the center of attention a while back, when his attempted assassination of Captain America went viral, and more recently, when he was falsely accused of setting a bomb at the UN in Vienna. Since then, he has been reformed and is believed to be living at Avengers Tower."

You cocked your head as he mentioned the assassination attempt. Frowning, you quickly pulled out your phone and opened up a search browser, typing in 'Captain America assassination attempt'.

As you scrolled through the results, your eyes widened. Had all of that really happened? Dang. What a mess.

Sighing, you wished you could remember these types of things instead of having to whip out your phone and look it up every time you came across some significant event.

Continuing to scroll, you came across some photos of the Winter Soldier. As you examined them, your eyebrows furrowed. Why did he look so familiar...?

Suddenly, your doorbell rang, startling you out of your thoughts.

You got up and after looking through the peephole, opened the door to reveal Mrs. Darla, your elderly neighbor.

"Hi, Mrs. Darla." You greeted, smiling.

"Hello, dear." She said kindly. "I'm sorry to call on you so late, but I was hoping that maybe...maybe you would like to come over and have dinner with me?"

Your heart went out to the gray-haired woman. She'd lost her husband recently and often got lonely. You did what you could to help her out and keep her company.

"Of course," You said. "Just a sec."

Turning off the TV and grabbing your phone, you followed Mrs. Darla down the hall to her apartment.

_____

It was past midnight by the time you got back to your own apartment, having stayed with Mrs. Darla much longer than you'd planned. Locking the door behind you, you stumbled wearily to your bed and promptly fell asleep.

_____

Gentle rays of sunlight were coming in through your window, shining directly on your face. Half-asleep still, you rolled over and placed your pillow over your face to block the sunshine.

Absentmindedly, you wondered why the sun was out this early in the morning; it usually didn't rise until...

You bolted upright, staring at your alarm clock in disbelief. 8:27?! You were supposed to be at work over an hour ago!

Leaping out of bed, you hurried to your closet and threw open the door, your eyes wide as you stared at the empty hangers.

"Crap," You muttered, running your hands through your tangled hair. "I was supposed to do the laundry yesterday."

Turning to your dresser, you checked all of the drawers for something work-appropriate.

In the bottom drawer, stuffed way in the back, was a red shirt that didn't look familiar to you.

Frowning, you pulled it out, bringing a wonderfully pleasant scent with it.

As you breathed it in, a memory rose to the surface like a bubble in a pond.

"It'll look great on you, babe." You promised, holding out the shirt.

"I dunno, doll. Red?" A male voice said.

You nodded. "It'll bring out your eyes."

A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. "Do you like it?" He asked.

Nodding again, you smiled at him.

"Alright then."

Grabbing another shirt, you turned to him. "We'll get two; one for you to keep at the Tower, and one for my place."

"Darling, I don't need two-" He started, but you interrupted.

"You ruin shirts like no one I've ever seen before. I'm buying two."

He laughed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you, doll."

You grinned. "I love you too,-"

"Bucky." You breathed, clutching the shirt to your chest, your eyes wide.

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