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nevenabadr · 3 years ago

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Sebastian Stan X Reader, The Vanity: Masquerade, Part 1.

Note: English is not my first language.

Inspiration: this is inspired by:

A photo of Sebastian Stan wearing a mask.

Word count: 900

Warnings: Romance, sweet words, and smut–this is +21 and not for everyone.

Enjoy reading and please comment with your feedback. 🖤…

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Sebastian Stan, a handsome and sexy actor who was beloved at all events. The 38 ears old eye candy just had a new PR company that wanted him at every exotic event.

This time, it was a masquerade party at an elite New York mention of an art collector. This time Sebastian had to wear a mask.

It is known that he is not comfortable with crowds, especially parties where he cannot even see faces, but he is a man who respects his PR company.

On that summer night of August, just a few days before his birthday, he arrived at the loud crowded party. Everyone wore a costume, he just put on a mask covering all of his grace except for his lips. He needs to talk when needed or hide and just drink.

The eyes of the media were everywhere. He entered a crowded, elegant hall, which was turned into a dancing floor now, everyone is enjoying themselves.

He took few photos, shook hands, but the crowd was getting louder and he grabbed a drink and wandered on the mission.

His feet took him to a corridor where it is quieter, then an entrance to a room full of paints, sculptures, and all the treasures of art that an art collected will call their pride and glory

He kept moving from painting to painting and did not notice the lady that was busy looking at classic nude art.

He did not want to bother her but for his curiosity, "what with this painting?"

Her swift voice replied to him without taking her eyes off the painting, "it is the naked truth"

"She left in a hurry then," a soothing voice replied to her as he took to admire the pairing by her side.

"Yes, she did," she asserted

"I am Sebastian, by the way"

"We covered our faces tonight, Sebastian," she said playfully. "Just mysteries, so you can call me, The Vanity"

He liked the paradox "oh! The mask"

She turned to face him with a mask covering her face, shades of black around her violet eyes, and the curious about it that her mask was a mirror. He could see himself in it.

Her dress was a corset, a black dress with a short skit from the front and a long tail.

"The vanity, huh" sipping his drink.

"It shows us our desire," she teased him

He noted how the curve of her breast was showing perfectly from her dress.

He did not notice that he was staring at her.

"Eyes up here." She held his chain up.

She came closer and whispered into his ears "maybe the vanity can show you desire for tonight"

Then putting a kiss on his neck.

The earth was twitching. He did not notice when he pulled her and pinned her to the wall next to the 'Naked truth'.

There is something about her mystery and voice he wants to taste "an adventure, Vanity" he smirked and then took her lips between his.

She grabbed him closer, deepening the kiss. Yet, stopped and tangled his tied to flip the roles. She pinned him now; he did not resist.

"The truth wants to see you, Sebastian" she kisses him and bites his neck hard that he thought it will leave a deep mark. Further, without warning, unzipped his pants and took his hard manhood with her hand. "Getting hard, huh" playing with him. He closed his eyes as she took his mouth full.

She played with her tongue around his erected manhood.

Teasing his balls, he closed his eyes. This sudden move of her made him aroused like never before.

Suddenly, she stopped. He opened his eyes as she took a condom from between her boobs and placed it on him.

"Let, see your truth," her dark red lips smirked. He yanked her from her exposed shoulder, pinned her against a sculpture. She unhooked her corset, exposing her breast for him to play and suck.

"Wanna see my truth, huh?"

He pulled his pants down, exposing himself. She pulled up the hem of her dress as he entered her. He snatched her leg to rest on his for a better angle to enter her pussy.

He is body trembling hard against her, shoving himself inside her. All that need, that mystery, made him go further.

Her hands were on his butt cheek while moving harder with him.

"Oh! Fuck, I am going to cum." She moaned.

"Perfect" his breathing was heavy.

They came hard that they could not move for a moment.

She adjusted her dress, and he fixed his pants. She kissed him once more "that was pleasant"

Before she leaves, he clenched her arm "will I see you again"

"No strings attached, nothing"

He was disappointed.

Before she leaves the gallery, she told him. "Write that email down," she smiled at him. "See! The Vanity is kind to you."

He wrote it down and then watched her dive and vanish between the crowds.

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the-wrong-providence · 4 years ago

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Hold Me

40s!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,146

Warnings: Fluff | Smoking | Implied Smut (If you squint) | Storms | No Plot

Author’s Note: My entry to @221bshrlocked’s writing challenge (congratulations!). Honestly this has no plot and is just fluff, which I’m not great at writing, so bear with me through this. It’s also not beta’d because I’m too lazy to sort that out. Anyway, thank you for reading!

Lightning struck in the distance. One. Two. Three. Four. Thunder joined it. Y/N lay watching him silently. He hadn’t noticed her wake up, so stood at the window, looking out over the street. The rain poured down, hitting the windowsill and splashing in. It didn’t matter. The warmth from last night's activities had yet to wear off, despite his attire, or lack-thereof. Leaning on the frame, he brought the cigarette up to his lips, taking a long drag before blowing out into the open air. The music in his apartment had yet to fade out, and was playing quietly in the background.

Stretching, Y/N pulled the sheets further up her body, hiding her nakedness from the draught coming from the open window. She buried her face in the pillow, still smelling her lover’s distinct scent from where he’d been lying. It smelled of smoke and whiskey, a combination she’d grown to love over the months they’d been together. The mattress had become cold from his time spent watching the people on the streets below. “Bucky? Come back to bed,” she murmured, her hand reaching out into the open space.

He turned to look at her, grinning at how sleepy she was. Taking one final drag from the cigarette, he stubbed it out into an ashtray, placed delicately on the windowsill. Bucky wandered back towards the bed, falling down next to her. “I’m right here, what do you want, sweetheart?” He held onto her waist, pulling her body tight against his own. Exhaling heavily, she nestled into his chest, smiling at the memories of the two of them together. His arms wrapped around her, as he pressed gentle kisses to the top of her head.

“Stay with me? Hold me and never let me go?” She said softly.

Bucky kept her in place, which wasn’t difficult considering how well she fit beside him. “I ain’t goin’ anywhere sweetheart.” He rasped, enjoying the moment, and the feel of her intertwined with him. There wasn’t a second that went by that he didn’t love the company he kept with her. Staring into her eyes, he knew that there was nowhere he’d rather be. “I love you, Y/N.” He said, running his thumb against her cheekbone.

Lightning crashed somewhere in the distance, and a few seconds passed before thunder joined it. Bucky noticed Y/N’s lips moving slightly, recalling her habit of counting how far she was from the storm. One. Two. Three. “I love you too.” She replied, smiling softly. “But you need to learn to close the damn window. It gets cold.” She raised her eyebrows as Bucky grinned. Watching his expression turn to a pout, she pressed a kiss to his lips. He glanced at the wide open glass, seeing the water drip onto the floor of the apartment.

“Keeps you in bed longer, don’t it?” Bucky teased, as she hit his chest.

Her hands lay across him as he smiled down at her. “There are other ways to keep me in bed than freezing me.” Y/N grinned back, resting her chin on him.

Bucky crooked his eyebrows, knowing exactly what she was suggesting. “Well, I’m sorry for trying to be a gentleman and not wanting to wake you up.” Bucky said, his hands trailing to her hips, where fingers ran circles on her skin.

Sighing into his touch, Y/N placed her forehead on his chest. “My ma’s gonna kill me.” She muttered, sparking a chuckle from Bucky’s soft lips.

“Not before she kills me. You got nothin’ to worry about, doll.” He countered as she looked up at him.

“Imagine what she’ll say when I get home.” Y/N said as her smile fell, her hand resting on his cheek.

He kissed her palm, leaning his forehead on her own. “What’s the worst she can do?” Bucky replied softly, as her leg wrapped around his waist.

"Forbid me from ever leaving the house again.” She lamented, wrapping her arms around his neck and fiddling with the short hairs on his nape.

“Then I’ll come to you. There’s nothing she can do that’ll keep me away from you.” He replied, basking in the sound of her small giggle.

He moved onto his back, as Y/N put her head on his chest, listening for the soft beat of his heart. She watched as his head fell back on the pillow, sighing in contentment. Lightning lit up the room again, the rain seemingly getting heavier by the second. Y/N counted. One. Two. Thunder rumbled. Bucky’s eyes were closed, mindlessly listening to the sound of the rain, the sound of water on the wooden floor a sure sign that the window needed to be closed. Nevertheless, he stayed still, the weight of his girl lying on top of him all he needed in the moment. He wouldn’t care if the whole apartment flooded. He would do anything to pause time as it was.

After a quiet few minutes, he lifted his head, looking down at Y/N. “You’re bein’ unusually quiet.” He grinned as she giggled again. Bucky pulled her up, pressing a kiss to her soft lips.

“You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to disturb you.” She said, pulling away to lean beside him. Her fingers caressed the stubble on his jawline, brushing her thumb gently against his chin. Carefully, she pulled his bottom lip down, causing them to part slowly. He watched her mindless behavior, before the edge of his mouth turned up into a smirk. Catching her wrist, Bucky stopped her hand in its tracks, her attention snapping back to reality.

She looked into his eyes as he looked back. “Sweetheart,” He began as lightning struck again. “There is nothing I love more than your voice.” Again, thunder rumbled. One. “Don’t ever think you’re disturbing me.” He smiled softly, his lips meeting her fingertips.

Y/N sat up straight and looked out the window, the sky growing darker by the second. “The storm is getting real close.” She faltered, her concern growing. Bucky leant on his elbow as he watched the puddle on the floor spread. He glanced up at her “How am I supposed to get home?” She said, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked back at him.

Scoffing, Bucky ran his fingers down her arm. He bit his bottom lip and looked at her, noticing her genuine worry. “You really think I’d let you go out when it’s chuckin’ it down? Baby, you’re gonna stay right here until the storm ends.” He said, his thumb brushing over her arm, sending goosebumps across Y/N’s skin.

She sighed back, nevertheless smiling. “That could be hours, Buck.”

Bucky grinned. “Well,” His lips moved to her neck, pressing gentle kisses behind her ear. “If your ma is gonna kill me, then I’m glad I could spend my time left with you.”

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221bshrlocked · 2 years ago

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I have tried to reblogg your new obi-wan fix and it will not let me so here is my reaction in your inbox for the time being.

Dead???? I am dead! Deceased dead died. 12 feet under and encased in concrete I am so dead over that

Holy fuckitty fuck

I have no clue why people are having difficulty reblogging that post (I have a feeling it has to do with the new editor so I'm just going to turn it off).

But hello hi you should have invited me to the funeral so I can read aloud the fic for you....that didn't sound morbid at all JEsus. ANYWAYYY, I am very very happy you enjoyed that fic, it took me months to finish it the way I wanted and eeeeeeeeeeepp glad it took you on a rollercoaster 😊😊😊

empty me out

and thank you for the lovely comment babyyyyyy

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 4 years ago

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Playin' With Fire

Summary: Dani has moved in with Will and Benny Miller. One night they throw a party and she finally gets to meet the final Special Ops teammate, Frankie. There is an obvious connection between the two, but what happens when life throws a roadblock in the way of them being together?

A/N: So here it is. My first ever Frankie fic, my first ever Pedro Character fic, my first ever fic that has all the parts completed. I would like to say a BIG thank you to @221bshrlocked for the mood board because hers is TEN times better than any of mine were. Each part will have their own warnings. Translations will be at the end of every chapter, let me know if any of them are wrong. Also let me know if I've missed any warnings. Y'all forgive me if my writing is crap.

Warning: Explicit language, mentions of someone getting handsy, um dirty dancing?, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 4,205

It was a warm summer day, Benny’s birthday to be exact. Will had decided to throw a party at their house for him. Will had mentioned that their childhood friend, who they called ‘Tequila’ just moved in with them. Frankie had shown up early to help Will assemble the new grill he had gotten. He never expected for his entire life to be flipped upside down.

He knocked on Will’s front door three times before it swung open and there she stood. Dirty blonde hair that hung just below her breasts, eyes so blue it put the sky to shame. He was sure he looked like a damned fool, mouth agape, probably catching flies. Then she smiled, and Frankie’s heart beat faster than ever thought possible.

“Hey, you must be Catfish. Will told me he was expecting you.” She greets him and her voice sounds like a fucking angel. There was no way that she wasn’t messing around with Benny. She looked just like his type.

“I’m Dani, Will and Ben’s roommate, but everyone calls me Tequila.” Frankie groans internally, he was so screwed. She opens the door a little more and moves out of the way. “Will’s in the backyard.” She points through the house.

Frankie hurried past her and mumbled a “Thank you”. Frankie’s eyes were trained to the floor as he briskly walked toward the kitchen and out into the backyard.

“Fish!” Will bellowed with a huge smile on his face. “I guess Tequila let you in.” The two men embraced in a bro-hug. Frankie nodded, moving over to where Will had the grill pieces laid out.

“She did. You never mentioned your new roommate was a woman and hot.” Frankie responded, looking over the directions. “You know man, you pay like fifty extra bucks and they put this shit together for you.”

It took Frankie and Will three fucking hours to put the grill together. By the end of the last hour, Frankie was cursing Will, telling him he’d never help him do something like this again; Although, they both knew that was a lie. The two men walked into the kitchen, where Dani was prepping the steaks for dinner. “Finally done, boys? I threw a couple of buds in the fridge for y’all.” She chuckled as the back door opened.

Frankie knew he shouldn’t, but walking up to the fridge, he couldn’t help but steal a gaze at her back side. The shorts she was wearing left almost nothing to the imagination. Her tanned legs seemed like they went on for days. Her feet clad in converses, which made Frankie laugh, because who wears those any more.

Dani heard the laughter and turned around, seeing Frankie looking at her feet. "My shoes funny to you, Catfish?" She asked, with a playful smile on her face.

Frankie's head shot up. " No, no. I love Chuck Taylors as much as the next person. It just surprises me that people still wear them." He explained himself, hoping she didn't catch him staring at her ass, too. Frankie opened the fridge and grabbed two beers, before asking her if she wanted one. She shook her head, stating she doesn't drink beer. Frankie wondered what that meant, and handed the other beer to Will who watched the scene unfold in front of him with a smirk on his face.

There was about an hour to kill before everyone showed up to celebrate Benny's birthday. "The steaks should marinate for at least another half hour." Dani explained to Will, "And make sure you don't burn 'em this time, Ironhead." She teased him, and he threw a hand over his heart, feigning that it was broken. The two went about the kitchen prepping side dishes for the night.

Frankie was outside, trying to figure out why the grill wouldn't light and he was sure Will fucked something up. He couldn't help but wonder what Tequila and his friend were talking about.

Dani turned to her best friend, "So, what's Catfish's story?" She asked, twiddling her fingers. Will looked at her with a raised brow.

"Frankie? Why?" Will questioned her teasingly. Blush covered her cheeks and she averted her eyes to the floor.

"I dunno. He seems sweet." She replied and Will smirked, giving her a knowing look. "Will, stop it. All I said was he seems sweet." She playfully smacked the other blonde.

"Well, Ironhead. I figured out what you fucked up." Frankie's voice boomed as he opened the back door. He noticed that the two were talking and apologized for interrupting.

"It's fine, Frankie." Dani smiled, "What did this dumbass do now?" Frankie realized that was the first time she said his real name, and it was the greatest thing he has ever heard.

Frankie turned to Ironhead. "Maldito idiota. You forgot to connect the gas line. The whole place could have gone up." Will's eyes almost popped out of his head.

Tequila turned to Ironhead. "What the fuck, Will?!" She screeched. Will threw his hands up in defense.

"I'm sorry. I got distracted." He tried to save his ass. "I swear I connected it."

Frankie and Tequila rolled their eyes. "Well, I hope your girl of the week knows she almost killed us." Tequila groaned and walked outside, knowing exactly what was keeping Will distracted. Frankie just shook his head and followed her.

"Hey," he started as he walked up to her at the cooler. She gave him an acknowledging nod as she pulled a bottle of tequila out. "Oh. Is it time for the hard stuff,already? Una chica después de mi propio corazón." The spanish rolled off of Frankie's tongue and Dani could have fallen over.

She would never admit it to anyone, but she had a thing for languages. Or maybe she just had a thing for Frankie and his Spanish. She wasn't sure which. "Yeah, well after finding out your best friend almost killed you for a few nudes from his fling of the week, tequila seems appropriate." She forced a laugh. Frankie definitely caught on that she described Will as her best friend and that he was having flings.

Frankie nodded in agreement. "So, is this why they call you Tequila?" He tried to change the subject, pointing to the bottle of Patrón. She shook her head 'no'. Before she could tell him, Will stuck his head out the door, yelling that Santiago was here.

"Santi!" Tequila squealed, rushing to the door, and she missed the look on Frankie's face. It was a mix between hurt and confusion. How did she know Santiago when Frankie had no idea she existed? Frankie groaned and walked toward the house to greet his friend.

Dani had already made it inside and was wrapped in an embrace with Pope. “Fuck,” Pope groaned with a smile as Dani jumped into him. “Hey, Tequila.” He hugged her tightly.

“Look here, jerkface,” She said as they separated, “Next time you hook up with one of my friends and leave me to deal with her crying, I’m kicking your ass.” She poked him in the chest to get her point across.

Santiago just hung his head and mumbled a “yes ma’am” before Frankie caught his eye. “Lo que hasta hermano” He greeted one of his oldest friends. He looked at Dani and mouthed “help me” to Frankie, earning another poke from the blonde girl.

“Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo.” Frankie smiled, pointing to Tequila. She huffed and crossed her arms.

“Oh, fuck you guys. I’m fluent in Spanish. Deja de hablar mierda de mi.” The words rolled off her tongue with ease and Frankie almost lost his shit right there. Lucky for him, Will broke up the tension.

“Benny just texted me, he will be here in twenty. Tom is bringing Molly and will be here in about fifteen.” Dani excused herself to go get ready, claiming she wasn’t presentable for a party. If it had been up to Frankie, she wouldn’t have changed at all. He found himself excited when she came back about fifteen minutes later in the same shorts, shoes, and a cropped Guns-n-Roses t-shirt.

The party was in full swing. The seven of them were gathered around the fire pit. The group was too many drinks in and knew they would be crashing here. Thankfully Benny and Will had the room.

“So, Dani. Why do they call you Tequila?” Molly had asked and Will and Benny started laughing. Dani just shook her head. Benny answered before she could.

“Because Dani can knock you on your ass with one good shot, just like Tequila. Trust me, I know.” He explained, speaking from experience. Molly looked at her with wide eyes and she just shrugged.

“I bartended my way through college. Sometimes an asshole would get too handsy. It paid off to have two protective guys who taught me how to throw a good punch. Plus, I really like tequila.” She winked at Frankie, referencing their conversation earlier in the day, taking a sip of her tequila sunrise. She made a face, realizing it had watered down. “I’m going for another, anyone else need one?” She offered and everyone raised an empty bottle.

She got up from her chair and turned toward the house. Frankie got up too, “I’ll help you,” he offered, ignoring the whistle Santi let out. He was clearly feeling good. Frankie flipped him a quick bird and continued into the house.

Inside, Dani was already grabbing bottles out of the fridge, mumbling about how they have already almost finished off their stock. “Oh, here” Frankie started, leaning on the counter. Dani closed the door, turning her attention to the man beside her. “Let me help.” He said, taking the bottles out of her hands, seeing her struggle to hold them all. “Can I ask you something?” Frankie gets the words out before he changes his mind. She hmms in response.

“How have we never met? I mean you obviously know Santi.” He takes his hat off to run a hand through his hair. Dani smiled at the sight of his hair all disheveled.

“I’ve been asking myself that all night. You do seem to be the better of the bunch.” She flirted, hoping he would return the gesture and he did.

“You are definitely not what I was expecting when Will said they had a roommate.” He smiled, leaning a little closer to her. Dani noticed and moved closer herself. Before they could cross that line, they were startled apart by a very inebriated Benny.

“Tequila!” Their drunk friend slurred, “Wha’re you ‘n fish doin’? Cat, you hittin’ on my girl?” He tried to be serious, but Benny stumbled over his own feet into Frankie.

“Woah, Benny. Careful.” Frankie caught him and set him up right. Dani laughed, he always was a lightweight.

“We were just about to bring the drinks out.” She says, grabbing the bottles off the counter, leaving a couple for Frankie to carry.

Back outside, Dani and Molly danced to whatever music Will had playing. “Yeah!” by Usher came on and Molly squealed that she loves this song. “Dance with me, Tequila!” She pulls her closer and Dani lets her, the alcohol clearly gone to her head. The two girls are all but grinding on each other. Tom quickly gets up, knocking his chair backwards. He takes Dani’s place dancing with Molly, grumbling something she would never repeat in public.

Frankie wanted nothing more than to join her now that she was dancing alone, but Santi beat him to the punch. “Baila conmigo, cariño.” He whispered in her ear and she giggled. Frankie wished it had been him to get that noise out of her. Dani shook her head and pushed Santi away.

“Solo en tus sueños, playboy.” She responded and it was Frankie’s turn to laugh. Dani walked away from Santi over to where Frankie sat. “Dance with me, Frankie?” She asked sweetly. How could Frankie say no?

He followed her just as a Def Leppard flowed through the speakers. She began moving her body to the beat of “Pour some sugar on me”. Frankie did his best to keep up with her, but he kept losing concentration, especially when her ass connected with his crotch one to many times. His hands instinctively went to her hips and pulled her closer. “Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control.” He groaned into her neck where only she could hear him.

She turned to face him, throwing her arms around his neck to pull herself closer. “Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero.” She purred in his ear.

The sun beamed through Dani’s window way too early the next morning. She groaned and rolled away from the penetrating light. As she turned, her hand hit a warm body and it elicited a groan. “Too early.”

Dani’s eyes shot open, trying to see who was beside her. Looking around, she realized that she was not in her room, but instead in Will’s. “Will?” She questioned, berating herself for going this far with her best friend. The other person threw the blanket off their head and Dani let out a sigh of relief. Seeing Frankie took the weight off of her shoulders.

“Hermosa, did you just call me Will?” Frankie asked, sleep thick in his voice. Dani was so embarrassed.

“Sorry, fish. I opened my eyes and saw that we were in Will’s room. What the fuck happened last night?” Dani questioned the man beside her as she sat up to assess the room. She looked around for any indication that something transpired between them last night.

“Trust me, Tequila. You’d know if we slept together.” Frankie sighed, as he swiped a hand over his face. Cocky much, Dani thought; However, he was right, she didn’t feel like she had sex. “I need coffee.” He griped, throwing his legs off the bed and standing up. Dani caught him out of the corner of her eye. He had on sweats and no shirt. She turned her head, shamelessly checking him out, before he pulled his shirt on. “Take a picture, Teq.” He laughed and she threw a pillow at him.

Dani forced herself out of the bed too, happy to see her drunk self had put on decent pajamas. The two padded into the kitchen as quietly as possible. They had passed Santi and Ben passed out on the couches.

“Where are Molly and Tom?” Dani whispered to Frankie and he just shrugged. Frankie rummaged through the kitchen searching for the coffee. “Teq, where are the filters?” He yawned, holding up the coffee can.

“Shit, we might be out.” Frankie whined at her answer. “Come on. There’s a coffee shop within walking distance.” She continued, heading towards her room. She opened the door and found out where Molly and Tom were. “Holy shit!” she gasped and immediately turned around. Frankie heard her outburst and rushed over to her, seeing the same sight as her, Molly perched on Tom’s lap, moving in an obvious way.

“Jesus,” Frankie said, covering his eyes.

“I’m just gonna borrow some clothes from Benny.” Dani said walking away and closing her door. Once in Benny’s room, they found Will sound asleep. Dani quickly picked up some sweats and a tee from Benny’s drawer. “I’ll be right out.” She told Frankie as she entered Benny’s bathroom.

When she emerged, she had dressed and her blonde locks were haphazardly thrown into a bun. Frankie loved this look on her. She was just as beautiful as she was last night, and this looked more natural on her. “You’re staring, Catfish.” She teased him, “Let’s go get coffee before anyone else wakes up.”

The walk to the coffee shop was a pleasant one. It was about 7am and the North Carolina humidity hadn’t set in yet. Frankie and Dani chit-chatted the whole way. She had learned that he had met the guys while in the service. He joined right after high school, just like them. He was their pilot. His favorite color is black, and that is exactly how he likes his coffee. He drives the same chevy he got on his 18th birthday, and has no intentions of getting rid of it because “she still purrs like a kitten”.

He learned a lot about Dani, too. Her favorite color is purple. She likes her coffee with just cream. She met Benny first, since they were the same age. She is an only child, so Ben and Will are basically her older brothers. She just finished her residency at the county hospital and is getting ready to take her boards. She absolutely loves 80’s hair bands and country music, but has a soft spot for R&B and rap.

They were nice enough to get coffee for everyone, even though Tom and Molly seemed to have enough energy this morning. “I have to buy a new mattress now.” Dani cringed at the thought of what Molly and Tom were doing.

They got back to the house to see that everyone was now awake, and fully clothed. Dani gave Tom and Molly a dirty look and they both apologized, confusing everyone else in the room. Frankie started handing out the coffees, getting mumbled “thank yous” from the group.

“Are those my clothes?” Benny asked, gesturing to Dani. She nodded and proceeded to tell everyone why she had to wear Benny’s clothes.

“Holy shit. You need a new mattress now.” Will snorted, his face drawing up in disgust.

Dani laughed, “That’s exactly what I told Frankie!” Molly’s face was beet red and Tom just hung his head. “Awh, come on, guys. We’re just kidding. Although, I do need a new mattress.” She tried to lighten the mood.

Frankie quietly sipped his coffee, trying to figure out if he should ask Dani out on a date. They’ve only known each other for a day and Frankie can’t imagine his life without her, even just as a friend.

What seemed like hours passed and the group slowly trickled down until it was just Benny, Dani, and Frankie. Benny was the next to leave, loudly saying he was going to take a nap and for Frankie to behave himself. Frankie just shook his head at his friend.

“I guess I should be heading out soon.” Frankie sighed, not wanting to leave. Dani nodded, trying not to look disappointed.

Frankie scooted closer to where she was sitting on the couch, lifting her outstretched legs over his. The two sat in silence, purely enjoying each other’s company. “Fish,” Dani started, “You wanna get dinner sometime?” She asked, biting her lip nervously. Frankie looked at her, shocked, that she asked first.

“I would be damn stupid to say no.”

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. Dani and Frankie had become best friends. Even through all of the flirting, they never crossed that line. Dani was working at the hospital, and Frankie was back on rotation at the airport. He was gone most days, but he was due to come back for a short time.

Frankie was ready to be back home. He loved flying, but now he had something worth being on the ground for. He had called Dani before his last flight left, telling her he would be back by 9am the next day.

Like clockwork, Frankie was knocking on the door at the Miller Party House™ by 9:30am. Dani begrudgingly dragged herself out of bed and threw on her robe. She scurried toward the door, pulling it open to reveal Frankie with a bouquet of sunflowers. Frankie laughed, “No need to get dressed up querida, it's just me.” He teased her.

Dani pulled him into the house and hugged him tight. “Fish! I can’t believe you’re here.” She said sleepily. Frankie smiled at her tiredness. She just looked so damn cute in her fuzzy robe and bed head. “Give me thirty and I’ll be ready.” She yawned as he released her from his hold.

He watched her pad her way down the hall to her room, his smile never leaving his face. He made his way to the kitchen, knowing where everything was, he started a pot of coffee. Even though they were going for breakfast, he knew she would want a cup to-go.

True to her word, thirty minutes later, Dani emerged from her room, dressed in distressed jean and a black T-shirt. Her hair was thrown into a messy bun, her signature go to. She walked into the kitchen where Frankie just finished making her cup of coffee.

“Just the way you like it.” He promised with a wink, as he handed her the cup. She happily accepted the hot beverage. Taking her first sip, she moaned at the heavenly taste.

“You are the best, Cat.” She murmured, walking past him, only stopping to place a sweet kiss to his cheek. She all but inhaled the drink, before she slid her feet into her trusty converses. The two made their way outside and climbed into Frankie’s Chevy.

The drive to their usual diner, Luanne’s, was a short one, but it was filled with laughter. Frankie was at his happiest when Dani was with him. They pulled into the parking lot, Frankie backing his truck into ‘his’ spot. He hopped out of the cab, rushing to the passenger side, so that he could open Dani’s door.

“Who says chivalry is dead?” She joked as the door opened and Frankie held out a hand for her to take. She gladly accepted it and slipped out of the truck. The two walked hand in hand to the door. Frankie pulled it open to see Luanne standing behind the counter.

“Well look what the cat dragged in! I ain’t seen you two in a hot minute.” She greeted them, not bothering to get menus because they always ordered the same thing. “Your usual booth is open, go on and take a seat. I’ll get the coffee.”

Frankie and Dani mumbled a “thank you” in unison as they moved toward the back of the restaurant. Just as they were getting comfortable, Luanne walked up with a thermal carafe and two coffee cups. “What have y’all been up to?” she asked, sitting down the coffee and some cutlery.

“I just got back into town.” Frankie explained, “Had to drag this one out of bed.” He laughed as Dani stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well I’ve been taking extra shifts at the hospital. I think I’ve earned the right to sleep in.” She shot back at him with a smile.

“Y’all are the cutest. What are we getting today? The usuals?” She didn’t need to ask, she already knew. They nodded. “ Alrighty then. Coming up darlin’s.” Luanne walked away, leaving them to each other.

“So, extra shifts at the hospital?” Frankie asked her as he poured coffee, sliding her a cup.

“Yeah. Residency is kicking my ass. I’m trying not to fall behind.” she told him. “I take my boards in a week and I’ve logged almost no time in neuro.” She sighed. She didn’t want to go into neurosurgery, but she still needed the hours.

“You are going to be the best damn trauma surgeon Memorial has ever seen.” Frankie promised her, “And if they can’t see that, then fuck 'em.” He smiled at her. Luanne brought them their breakfast and they halted their conversation.

When they were done eating, Frankie insisted on paying, telling her she could get it next time. They left the diner and went back to Dani’s place. “You have me for the day, hermosa. What do you wanna do?” Frankie asked her. Dani tapped her pointer finger to her chin, pretending to think.

“I believe we have a show to catch up on, Morales. Seeing as I can’t watch it without you.” She teased him. “You grab the snacks, I’ll get the drinks, and get Hulu up.” He nodded in agreement and they separated.

When Frankie entered her room, she had blankets and pillows set up in a mock fort on the bed. How she did it so fast, he will never know, but he isn’t complaining. The two settled down and turned on ‘Sons of Anarchy’.

The show was gruesome and Dani hated watching it without Frankie. “Hey, fish?” She started, “Doesn’t Jax look a lot like Will? I mean, if he had long hair?” She asked, and Frankie studied the screen.

“Nah, I don’t see it.” They laughed and continued watching. She wasn’t sure how many episodes they watched, but she looked over and Frankie had fallen asleep. She closed the laptop, moving off the extra pillows, and covered Frankie with a blanket. His signature hat was falling off his head and she set it on her nightstand.

Dani sat there on her bed, looking at her best friend sound asleep. He looked peaceful. His face smooth of the worry lines he normally sported. His curly hair in disarray. She couldn’t help but smile. In that moment, she knew there was nowhere else she’d rather be. She curled herself up in the bed next to him, where she drifted into a relaxing slumber.

Translations:

Maldito idiota - Fucking Idiot

Lo que hasta hermano - What’s up brother

Estás solo, hermano. Ella da miedo - You’re alone, brother. She’s scary.

Deja de hablar mierda de mi. - Stop talking shit about me

Baila conmigo, cariño. - Dance with me, honey

Solo en tus sueños, playboy - In your dreams, playboy

Joder, princesa. Tienes que parar antes de que pierda el control. - Damn it, Princess. Stop before I lose control.

Tal vez eso es exactamente lo que quiero - Maybe that’s exactly what I want.

Hermosa- beautiful

Querida - Dear

#kat writes #triple frontier #frankie morales #frankie catfish morales #santiago garcia #santiago pope garcia #pedro pascal #oscar issac #frankie x ofc #santiago x ofc

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littlepadika · 3 years ago

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Lmaoooo thank u so much!!!! 💕🙈🥺 just yeet it bc professor markie isn’t real 😭 🏃🏻‍♀️📱

Ohhh I'm a goner for Professor Pike! Based on this Ask could you please tell me about the end of the semester? Finals are almost done, and the last exam she needs to sit for is Art History. After this, the semester is officially over and she's ready to graduate.

She sits in the front row, wearing a skirt cut high and a top cut low, and all Marcus can think about during the 3-hour exam is taking her home and giving in to the overwhelming temptation of the past couple of months...

I'm gone DEAD AND GONE! I didn't have any ideas until you planted these gorgeous ones thank u 💞 at this point I would do anything for Professor Markie. ANYTHINGGGG

Warnings: Fluff attack, student x professor, mention of family death/homelessness, PIV smut, innocence kink.

Professor Marcus Part 2

source: fuckyeahmarcuspike

"See you later." Marcus winked before heading out to class. He looked adorable today in his baby blue button down and leather messenger bag. Of course he always looked incredible, but as the weather had gotten warmer he was tan and more exposed.

Today was the final exam for his class and your last exam of your entire college career. You couldn't help but feel anxious about it. Not the exam, you knew your stuff. Anxious about graduating and what that could mean for you and Marcus. He asked if you had family coming to the ceremony, to which you had to awkwardly tell him you didn't. Not since your mom died. Marcus was your family now.

You applied to jobs around the country in your field and outside of it. You were excited to leave the survival mode of the past two years behind you. However, your heart ached when you thought of leaving Marcus. Would you go back to living in your car and lusting for your professor? It's what you used to do before living with him. Maybe the memories would lose their sparkle and you'd mistake it for a dream. Impossible. You'd never forget him.

You had probably deluded yourself into thinking this, but it seemed he loved your company as much as you loved his. It would be silly to make a decision that led you both to be lonely, wouldn't it? Yet you wondered if you weren't around that Marcus would be dating or doing something else with his time besides worrying about you. You had seen his longing glances at families in the park nearby. It was almost annoying sometimes because you wanted to shout at him, "I'm right here." You were more than willing to give him all of that and more. You wanted it too.

You gathered your things and left the house shortly after him. It was already warm out. You shed your sweater, to show off the new sun dress you bought last week. It was a splurge item and you were saving it for this day specifically. Your last day. But also when you would see Marcus.

When you walked into the lecture hall, Marcus was already in the front organizing the green exam booklets for the in class essays. His lips were moving silently as he counted each stack. He always talked to himself when he concentrated, another adorable thing about him. You smiled shyly and waved when he looked up. He winked back at you, following your form with his eyes as you took your seat.

You got your pencil and eraser set out on the desk, waiting to begin. You frowned as a couple students were bugging Marcus, obviously flirting with him. Who wouldn't? Marcus had tons of women and men to choose from. You glared down at your desk. That's when you noticed a little blue sticky note on the top right corner. Good luck :)

The cramped handwriting was unmistakable.

The class fell silent as the exams went out. Marcus handed you your green book last, lingering on the exchange.

"Good luck." He whispered. You noticed his eyes sweep down your chest, lips parting slightly. You beamed up at him, an excited flutter in the pit of your stomach. He noticed! Marcus cleared his throat and stepped away, the tips of his ears visibly red. Suddenly it was very hard for you to concentrate on the task at hand.

Marcus dove behind his desk, hiding his growing erection. That dress. That damn dress. He wracked his brain trying to remember other outfits you wore. Never anything that feminine and revealing. It was torture. Marcus watched you scribble away in your exam book, no doubt writing incredibly cogent and insightful ideas while his thoughts were all filth. He wanted to march over there and finally have his way with you. Tell you had long he had wanted you.

His lust was so loud in his head he blushed and look around like someone could hear them. How many times in the shower he's paused to make sure you weren't listening to him jack off to the thought of you? Now he was in a room full of people and he was losing his grip. He couldn't stop the fantasy. Not when your tits were spilling out of your dress and that little skirt was slipping up your thighs as you shifted in your seat. Not when he could easily push you down onto the desk and lift that skirt up and just- thrust into your hot pussy.

Takin' my cock so well, baby girl.

"Shit." He mumbled. You were looking at him. You blushed and looked away when he smiled bacinnocently. What were you doing- did you somehow read his thoughts? Maybe you were having them too.

Oh, sweetheart. Come here and let me put you out of your misery...

Fuck- you'd palm him through his pants with wide eyes, called by some innate drive. He would show you a pleasure only he could give. Then you would never leave... that was a heady thought.

He jumped out of his skin when the timer for the exam went off. Most people had left, dropping their exams in the basket up front. He hardly noticed. He was still thinking of you and now you were standing in front of him.

"All done!"

"G-good." He blinked up at you trying to wipe his mind.

"Are you going home? I mean- back to the apartment?"

He smiled when you said the word home.

"Uh- yeah. I mean no. I'm going to grade these and then uh- yeah." He glued his eyes to your eyes, trying not to look down.

"Okay." You held back a chuckle at how flustered he was. You thought of staying and pushing him a little but instead you said, "my friend wanted to get coffee so... I'll see you later?"

"Sure. Oh and congrats. You're done with college!" Marcus cheered. Marcus remembered what he had planned for you. He needed to get his body under control so he could get things set up for when you got home. Home. He smiled to himself.

When you got home, your jaw dropped. A dozen gold balloons were floating all over the living room with the words "Congrats Grad" written on them. On the kitchen table there was a huge bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear with a graduation cap on.

"Marcus- what... oh my god!" You blinked back tears. You dumped your bag and ran into the living room where he was standing with his hands clasped behind his back nervously. You were at a loss for words. How did you get so lucky to have this man in your life?

"Too much?" He laughed sheepishly at your shocked face. "I just wanted to celebrate you. Last day and all."

"This is the sweetest thing!" You rushed towards him, hugging him tightly. "I don't even know what to say. Thank you. Thank you!"

"Of course, sweetheart. You worked hard. You deserve to be appreciated." Marcus smiled wrapping his arms around you. "Aaaand I already graded your final!"

"So how did I do...?" You stood up on your tiptoes.

"Perfect as always." Marcus laughed. His eyes flickered from your bright eyes to your big smile and back. "You're done. You did it!"

"Yay! I couldn't have done it without you, Marcus. I couldn't have. After mom I thought-You-" You were getting weepy again. You tightened your hands around his shirt, wrinkling it beneath your grip.

Marcus shushed you gently. "I have no doubt you could have done this all on your own. You're the strongest person I know. I'm just glad that you didn't have to. That I got to be a part of it."

"Me, too." You whispered. You stared up at him greedily. Joy snuffing out your self consciousness. His eyes were warm and soft with affection, pink lips slightly parted. He stroked your face with his thumbs, wiping away your tears.

"No tears." Marcus breathed though he felt his own eyes grow hazy.

"They're ha-happy tears." You hiccuped before laughing weakly. You leaned your cheek into his touch, reveling in the warm spotlight of his attention. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

"I think you have it reversed." Marcus laughed weakly. This was one of the last things he would be able to do for you if you went away. His hands dropped from your face.

"Marcus..." You frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He stepped back a little causing you to frown deeper. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart. I feel- I'll be honest I don't want to see you go." His voice tightened at the end and he averts his gaze. Trying to find composure. He had told himself he wouldn't say it. He wouldn't guilt you into leaving. It's what you should do.

"I don't want to go." You replied, stepping back into his space, the warm halo that followed him around. You found the courage to speak was already there, brought forth by all his loving attention. "I want to stay with you."

His head snapped up, a hopeful smile on his face which was short lived. "You can't say things like that unless you mean it. I'm-I've had my heart broken too many times to ever-"

"Marcus." You silenced him, taking his hands in yours. "I meant it. I-I love you. I've been trying not to blurt it out for the past month. And it's not because you're my knight in shining armor or because you're my professor. It's- it's-" You lost your footing as Marcus reached for you, cradling your head in his hands and kissing you. His lips were perfect; warm and firm against yours.

"I've been trying not to say it too." He mumbled, eyes closed in reverence. "I love you, sweetheart. Having you in my life has been... everything. You don't even know. Before this I was-god I want-" He exhaled harshly, blowing warm air against your face.

"What? What do you want?" You implored pressing into him further. Marcus groaned, his erection suddenly returning with a vengeance at the feel of your soft body against his. That damn little dress you were in, barely covering your warm skin. He tentatively laced a finger through the spaghetti strap before pulling it down your shoulder. He admired the smooth skin below.

"Marcus?" You gasped when he placed a wet kiss along your collarbone and across your exposed shoulder. He pushed down the other strap. He paused listening to your shallow breathing. "Don't stop." You begged, carding your fingers through his soft brown hair.

"This dress has been teasing me all day." He groaned, pulling more of the thin fabric down your chest over your bra.

"I- I wore it just for you." You whimpered as he kissed down your sternum.

"Yeah? Made me so fucking hard during the exam. Wanted to fuck you." Marcus confessed.

"Me- me too... even before I moved in. In your office- fuck-" Marcus popped back up, his hair mused and standing on end, eyes dark with desire.

"Dirty girl. Thinkin' about her professor like that." He tutted.

"And you were fantasizing about a student. You know that's highly unethical." You teased. He kissed you again, slowly pushing you back to the couch. You undid his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders. He unclipped your bra, tossing it behind him. He did this all for you. The balloons, the note, the cooking, the encouragement. Your whole body was open to him.

"You're not my student anymore, baby. But we can still play if you want... make up for lost time." He sucked just below your ear, muttering that filthy idea. "I fucked myself every morning because of you, sweetheart." Marcus muttered. "Thought you'd hear me in the shower cumming for you."

"God Marcus... you should have asked me to help." You moaned thinking of him jerking himself off in the shower while you were in your room across the hall.

Once you were on your back, Marcus slid his hands up your thighs, your skirt bunching along his wrist until he pushed it all the way to your waist. His calloused hands made your inner thigh break out in goose bumps. He stared greedily at your lacy underwear, slightly off center, revealing some of your wet pussy.

"Marcus please don't tease me. Not right now. I need you." You sat up pulling him down on you and crossing your legs behind his back. "I need you inside me. I've waited so long. Please."

"I know." His gaze momentarily softened. "I'll never make you wait again. You're my girl."

You gulped. Marcus was serious. He pushed your panties to the side, toying with your clit now. He kissed you sweetly, tasting your mouth as he shucked down his pants. You swallowed harshly as his cock bobbed between his legs. Of course his cock was as perfect as he was, pointing straight and neatly trimmed. He was big. Bigger than anyone you had before but you felt no discomfort as he sunk into you.

As Marcus fucked you, he tried to memorize how you felt in his arms. Not because it was goodbye but because it was the start of a new chapter. When his thrusts became rougher he finally let his self consciousness go. When he came buried inside you he whispered promises into your skin. Promises of marriage, family, and vacations to foreign art museums, but most importantly a lifetime of happiness.

When you walked across that graduation stage Marcus had the honor of handing you your diploma. He gave you a big hug and a wink. There would be more time in private to celebrate. Perhaps in his office over a glass of champagne.

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kayluh1915 · 4 years ago

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Ice Cream Cake

Pairing(s): Pedro Pascal/Female Reader

Words: 3,233

Warnings: None

Pedro (in collaboration with your mother) throws you a party for your birthday, but not for the reason you originally thought.

DISCLAIMER!

So, the beautiful Maggie ( @221bshrlocked ) was talking here on Tumblr about an age gap between reader and Pedro and I am HERE👏🏻FOR👏🏻 IT👏🏻 so expect more of this because she's got me hooked. Blame her... when she gets back from her break! I originally planned for this to be FILTHY, but no matter how many times I tried to work it in, it just didn't fit. So, have some fluff instead! Maybe next time, you filthy whores.

This works as a stand-alone, but I do consider it to be in the same universe as Beautiful People. It isn't necessary in the slightest to read that before this, but it is available if you would like to give it a read.

As always, comments are welcomed and encouraged.

You can also follow me on Twitter if you'd like. My life is boring, but I try.

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It’s a warm summer evening. The frogs are croaking, the fireflies are starting to come out, and the crickets are singing as the sun began to dip over the horizon of the mountain. The perfect kind of evening for bonfires, camping, or even some late swimming. All great ways to spend a gorgeous evening. Far better than being pressed up against the glass of the local community center… in your opinion at least. However, for the sweaty fangirls, the chance of even getting a glimpse of your boyfriend was by far the better option.

“Such heathens.” Your mamaw said, rolling her eyes at the crowd outside. “They should show some dignity.”

“You were young too, Mom. Cut’em a break.” You Mom replied, carrying a plate of homemade peanut butter rolls.

“Well, I’d like to think I’d have more respect than to stare and lust over a local's boyfriend on her birthday, famous or not. He ain’t even here yet for cryin’ out loud!” You reached for one of the treats while your Mom was occupied, quickly stuffing it in your mouth. It was just as delicious as always.

“You should call for more security. If they’re like this when the man ain’t even here, I’d hate to see em’ when he does. Someone’s gonna get hurt.” Your Mom thought for a moment, looking back to the crowd outside that had somehow doubled in just that short amount of time alone.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll get on the phone and let the- Honey, don’t eat all of your aunt Judy’s PB rolls!” Your Mom scolded you once she noticed your stuffed cheeks.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.” You replied, mouth still full.

“It’s the bee’s birthday, Annie. Leave er’lone.”

“Then you can explain to the guests why there’s no rolls left.” The door suddenly opened, the overwhelming chatter from outside piercing the otherwise calm atmosphere of the community center and startling the three of you. You worried for a split second that maybe one of the fangirls had gone rouge and got past the guards or that one of the guests arrived way too early, but it was just your best friend, Emily… thank God.

“Damn, you’d think there was a celebrity nearby or something.” She joked, pointing her thumb back towards the door.

“There isn’t.” Emily’s smirk morphed into pure confusion.

“Whaddya mean? I thought he was supposed to be here around four?”

“Last second table read. Set him back a few hours.” She nodded in understanding, stealing one of the peanut butter rolls from the plate your mom was still carrying. She was about to protest but decided to take the damn treats into the ballroom so they would quit getting swiped in the first place. Even then she had your brother to worry about.

“Well, come on. We gotta go get you all dolled up for your man.” You looked towards the crowd, the mere idea of walking past all of those people green with envy making you nervous. Security guards or not.

“W-we can’t escape out of the back, can we?”

“Nope, they’re lined up back there too. I tired.” You threw your head back with a groan.

“Fuck.”

“There’s security out there, honey. They’ll protect you.” You mamaw said.

“Yeah, c’mon. You don’t wanna start your party in a ratty t-shirt and some jeans, do you?”

Honestly, you didn’t care.

When Pedro asked you what you wanted to do for your 25th birthday, you answered with the what you normally did. Stay home, do nothing, treat yourself to an ice cream cake from Dairy Queen, and maybe have Emily come over.

“When’s the last time you’ve done something special for your birthday?” He’d asked.

‘It’s been years. I’m not the party type and I never have the money to do what I actually want. Even a DQ cake is a decent amount of cash for me.” He paused for a moment, obviously thinking.

“... What have you actually wanted to do?” You immediately knew what he was up to.

“Nope! Don’t even think about it! It’s way too much money. Seriously, a DQ cake at home with you is more than enough.” It wasn’t his idea of spoiling you on your birthday, but he agreed. If that’s really what you wanted, then he’d give it to you. Whether you knew it or not, he’d give you the world if he could.

When you and Pedro visited your mother one weekend, she had asked you the same question. Before you could get out the answer you had given Pedro, she'd already replied with her own.

“You know, you haven’t had a proper party in years. We should throw you one.” You tried again to intervene, but Pedro stepped in.

“I’ll help in any way I can. Mi Abeja deserves something special for her birthday.”

So much for your private DQ cake celebration.

You weren’t ungrateful or anything. In fact, you really didn’t mind it. A day of dancing and good food sounded great and you were thankful to have someone like Pedro that was able to give you that. However, seeing all these people stepping on each other just to get one glimpse of the man you love made you long for that DQ cake.

“Pedro’s tee and jeans are fine.” You answered, Emily clicking her tongue at you and grabbing ahold of your arm. She dragged you towards the door and waved to your Mamaw.

“Be back in about two hours.”

Thankfully, you made it to Emily’s car without a scratch, taking in a huge deep breath once you shut the passenger door.

You wanted to choke her.

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Your hairstylist released the last lock of your hair from the curling wand with a whistle.

“Lookin’ good, cutie! Pedro’s gonna faint when he sees you.” She exclaimed, spinning you around so you could take a look at your freshly styled hair. You cupped the curls framing your face and shook it out a little. Not even you could deny how much you loved being dolled up even if it hadn’t been your idea.

“Thanks, Jo. I love it.”

“You’re welcome, baby.” You got up from the chair and walked over to your couch, picking up the gift box Pedro had given you last week. He’d told you to wear it to your party, but not to open it until then.

“Well, open it! Let’s see what he picked out for you.” Emily exclaimed, obviously more excited about it than you were. Even Jo was peeking over as she got her stuff together.

You pulled the ribbon until it fell slack, placing the box back down on your couch to take the lid off. After fishing through a sea of tissue paper, you finally saw it. A black knee-length dress decorated with beautiful roses and daisies and a pair of black heels that had their own blossom.

“Ooooo! How pretty!” Jo cooed, adorning the dress.

“Man, he has a good eye,” Emily added. “That’s beautiful.” You looked over at her with a crooked eyebrow.

“Did you think he couldn’t match colors or something?”

“No, I’m just saying that men usually suck at stuff like this, but he did great.”

After everything was done, you stepped in front of your full-body mirror to take a look at yourself. You hated to admit it, but you actually looked pretty good. Your hair was curled and framed your face nicely as the dress Pedro had got you hugged your body perfectly. You even liked the heels which was a shock. You hated heels, but he had managed to find a pair that weren’t that tall so your feet wouldn’t hurt. It was a very sweet gesture, but you'd still be taking them off before the night was over.

“Shit!” Emily cursed. “Yeah you’re beautiful bitch, we gotta go. You’re going to be late for your own party!” You got back in her car as fast as possible, the heels slowing you down slightly. Despite that, you managed to make it in time, the security guards redirecting you to the upstairs entrance.

“Pedro’s here and they’ve gone wild. You’ll have to go in where the guests come through. There's more of us up there.” Emily complained mildly about having to park farther than she’d like, but you weren’t really paying much attention to her. Since the guard had told you that your boyfriend was finally here, the only thing you could really focus on was getting to him.

You made your way down the stairs slowly but as fast as possible, trying to avoid using the handrails since the decorators had worked so hard on making them look nice. Suddenly, you heard the crowd gathered outside scream, distracting you from your slow descent. You’re glad they did because at the bottom of the staircase stood the man you couldn’t wait to get to, everything but him going out of focus.

He was wearing a maroon button-down tucked into a pair of black dress pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, exposing his toned forearms as the black tie sat crooked around his neck. His hair was also slicked back, a few curls defying the gel and coming down to rest on his forehead. His brown eyes were crinkled, his blinding smile causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach almost as much as the trimmed facial hair that framed his jawline.

You continued to make your way down, now using the previously avoided handrails so you could go faster. When you got to the last two steps, he held his hand out for you to take. You gladly did, his calloused hand so large and warm compared to yours. You giggled when the dork pressed a light kiss to your knuckle.

“Are you my Jack for the night?” You teased, earning a snorted laugh from him.

“Nah. Just always wanted to do that. Didn’t think I’d get my chance tonight.” He made sure you came down the last two steps safely, you immediately wrapping your arms around him as soon as your heels touched the tiled floor. You laid your head on his shoulder with a content sigh, Pedro returning the hug as soon as you initiated it, his strong arms holding you tight as he pressed tender kisses to your temple.

“Missed you...” You said quietly, loud enough only for him to hear.

He parted with you ever so slightly to kiss you properly, his lips melding with yours so perfectly that you never wanted to come up for air.

“Alright, alright, break it up you two!” Your dad said, the only thing that saved you from being lost in his lips for the rest of the evening. “C’mon, everyone’s been waitin’ to see ya.” You looked back up at Pedro, smiling wide as soon as you saw that he was staring.

“Stop it.” You laugh. He laughs too, pressing another kiss to the side of your forehead.

“I can’t help it. Mi Abeja looks so pretty tonight.” You reached up to his tie to fix it for him, your eyes focusing on the poorly tied knot that he’d obviously done himself.

“Save it. We have to go greet the family before they blow a gasket.” You said, patting his chest once his tie was finished. He stood next to you and put his hand on the small of your back, gesturing towards the ballroom with his free one.

“Lead the way, honey.”

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The party was well underway by now, the bass of the music thumping hard in your chest as you ate your second piece of birthday cake. It was no DQ ice cream cake, but you couldn’t deny that your aunt Judy could bake.

After the cake was cut, the DJ started playing music, inviting everyone out to the dancefloor. Pedro asked if you wanted to go dance but you turned him down.

“Not yet. I’ll join you once I get my fix on cake.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he left to join your brother and a few of your cousins who were already “cutting the rug” you guessed.

You watched as Pedro loosened up, him and your brother dancing so rediculously that you couldn't help but laugh.

Whether Pedro wanted to believe it or not, he was quickly becoming a Hollywood golden boy. He more than deserved it, but the pressure of it all got to him sometimes and you were ecstatic to see him relaxed for a change.

He’d long discarded his tie, the hair gel barely holding back his curls that started to drape over his eyes that were crinkled up from smiling.

The song they were dancing to ended with one last thud from the bass, the DJ grabbing the mic as soon as it stopped.

“Alright folks, now we’re going to sllooww things down to allow the birthday girl to share a special dance with her love.” You looked up mid-bite of cake, not expecting to be singled out like that.

Pedro walked over to you, offering his hand as the slow song began to play. You quickly swallowed the bite of cake and wiped your mouth off with a napkin, placing your hand in his and allowing him to lead you to the dance floor.

He placed his large hands on your hips, pulling you close and laying his forehead atop of yours as your snaked your arms around his neck. You swayed with him for a bit, the flash of your mom’s camera vaguely registering in your mind, but you didn’t care. It all fades to nothing when you’re with him.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, his mocha gaze full of adoration when he lifted his head away to look at you.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Even for an old man?” You snickered.

“So nice that any other old man could never compare.” He breathed a laugh through his nose, his crooked smile doing things to you.

You continued to sway to the song, Pedro spinning you around a few times before you settled back into your rhythm. You laid your head on his shoulder after a bit, allowing him to fully take the lead. One of his hands left your hip to come up and hold the back of your head as he pressed gentle pecks atop your head.

“I love you so much.” You smiled on his shoulder, one of your own hands tangling into his dark curls.

“I love you too.”

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Later that night, you and Pedro laid quietly on your bed, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you watched TV together. It was super late and you both were exhausted, but neither of you wanted to sleep. You were quickly losing the battle, however. Your eyes starting to droop as Pedro played with your hair.

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already.” He teased, his voice pulling you from the edge.

“M’sorry. S’been a long day.” You felt his chest vibrate with a chuckle, his mustache tickling your cheek as he pressed a kiss to it.

“I had one more gift for you, but I guess it can wait until morning.” Despite how tired you were, you were curious as to what he could have up his sleeve and couldn't resist looking at him over your shoulder.

“What is it?” He laughed.

“Awake now, are we?” He teased, rising up from the sheets with you and getting up. “Wait here. I’ll be right back.”

It took him longer than you expected and he made quite a bit of noise, but it was well worth it.

He watched your eyes light up with happiness as soon as your gaze landed on the piece of DQ ice cream cake he was holding in his right hand, a single lit candle atop of it. He was also holding a blue gift box with a white bow, but you were more focused on the frozen treat at the moment.

“Aww, Pedro…” You cooed as he set the cake down in front of you with a kiss.

“Happy birthday, my sweet Abeja.” You blew the candle out and licked the ice cream off the bottom, setting it aside and digging into the slice. You groaned at the taste, the mattress shifting as Pedro sat back down next to you.

“Good?” You nodded.

“It’s DQ ice cream cake. How could it be bad?” He let you enjoy your treat, your attention suddenly shifting to the gift box he’d sat down. You pointed your fork at it.

“What’s that?” You asked with your mouthful. Pedro looked to the box and picked it up, gesturing for you to take it.

“Why don’t you open it and find out?” You gave him shifty eyes, setting your fork down to take the box out of his hands. You took the bow off and set it aside, lifting the lid off the box quickly. You froze when you saw what was inside.

Laying atop white tissue paper sat your passport and a Mickey Mouse ear hat. You slowly took the hat into your hands, only just now noticing the sticky note that was stuck on the other side. It read:

“To DisneyWorld we will go for your special day, to create memories that will forever stay.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until Pedro reached up to wipe a tear off of your cheek.

“How… how did yo-”

“I asked your mom. She said that you’ve always wanted to spend your birthday at Disney but never had the money. I knew you wouldn’t go if I told you about it ahead of time, so your Mom and I worked together to throw you a party so you wouldn’t be suspicious.”

There was no way you could accept something this huge from him. It had to cost him a fortune… weeks of his schedule.

“What ab-”

“Shhh.” He shushed. “None of that. You deserve this, Abeja. You work so hard and barely get anything. Please, let me spoil you just this once.” You wanted to turn it down, the guilt of not helping him pay for it eating you up. Though you knew he was under contract with Disney in the first place and more than had enough money to pay for it, you still didn't want him to think that you were trying to mooch.

However, the look of pure nervousness and adoration on his face melted all of that guilt away.

You sat the hat down and reached for him, hugging him tightly as more tears fell down your cheeks.

“...Thank you.” Pedro let out a breath of air you didn’t know he was holding, his arms hugging you back tenfold.

“No amount of money is worth more than this. I promise you that, honey. You’re worth so much more.”

You ended up falling asleep wrapped in his embrace, the day finally catching up with you. Pedro gently laid down, making sure not to wake you as he situated you to lay atop his chest while he laid on his back. You stirred as he pulled the blanket over the both of you, but didn’t rouse any more after that.

He reached over and turned the TV off with the remote and switched off your lamp, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before drifting off right behind you.

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littlepadika · 3 years ago

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Thank you darling 😘 all the new interest has inspired me and @just-here-for-the-moment has already given me the best ideas 🙈🦋👀 it’s markie yearning hours again 😈

i really hope you’re still taking requests for this!! congrats on 500 followers !!

yellow - Marcus Pike <3

baking/sweet scent - professor/student

cottagecore + dark academia (i’m a blend of both…) - innocence, hurt/comfort

hi nonnie thank you for this request and with professor marcus pike i SWOON. I hope you enjoy this!

500 follower celebration (closed now)

Warnings: Professor marcus, yearning, innocence kink, discussion of financial stress/homelessness/grief, lowkey praise kink.

AN: What if professor whiskey, professor din, and professor pike were all working at the same university and their littles were all friends 🤯

Marcus was not oblivious to the effect he had on students. Art history wasn't exactly a popular subject and somehow every term his class was full including the waitlist. Other professors were kind enough to clue him into the gossip going around, that he was a hot teacher. He accepted this burden knowing that many students would drop the class after a week, realizing he wasn't going to sleep with them or take his shirt off. The one's who remained were the true art enthusiasts.

You were among the enthusiasts. Your first essay on The Lost Leonardo was insightful and powerful. Marcus approached you after class asking if you were out to steal his job. You just laughed, blushing down at your hands. He started grading your essays first, always blown away by how passionate you were about the art. He started leaving longer and longer comments at the end, finding he had lots he wanted to say. He wasn't sure if you even read them but he hoped you did.

Little did he know you did read the comments. All of them. Over and over. The praise would make your heart race and your chest flush. You loved making him proud and every week you set out to go one step further to impress him.

You would come to his office hours, not for help, just to discuss and share ideas. You loved hearing about all the places he had visited, his conspiracy theories for lost paintings, and his growing collection of David Hockney prints. He'd sit next to you and lay out books from museums, explaining in his deep and excited voice each piece with loving detail. Your thighs would brush together and you'd go out of your way to lean into his warm presence. Sometimes you'd become hyperfocused on his large hands turning the pages delicately, veiny and gorgeous. The best piece of art on the page. Sorry, Monet.

You and Marcus would often talk well past office hours until you both would realize the time. Your cute little giggle and exclamations would stay with him long after you left.

Marcus usually avoided going home, because it was a reminder of his loss. His failed marriage. The fact he still didn't have a family even though it's all he wanted. He had even considered adopting as a single father. He wanted that purpose and meaning that a child would bring. He wanted to unleash all his love without judgement. He tended to stay in the library doing his grading until he eventually had to go home.

Tonight he was about to head out when he saw you typing at one of the library computers. Smiling at your cute look of concentration, he walked over to you.

"Late night?"

"Oh!" You jumped in your seat making him chuckle. "Professor Pike- yeah I'm actually finishing the essay on impressionism right now."

"I'm excited to read it." He touched your shoulder briefly making you look up at him fully. He frowned when he noticed the dark circles under your eyes. "Don't forget to get some sleep."

"I won't forget." You gave him a small smile.

"I can walk you to your dorm. It's dark out." Marcus offered with a sliver of hope poking his heart. He wanted to hear your laugh one last time before he went home.

"I'm going to stay a little while longer."

"They'll be open tomorrow. You need a break. I'll walk you." He set his hand on your shoulder again, feeling your warmth through your sweater.

"Professor...I'd rather go by myself." You mumbled looking down.

"What's wrong?" Marcus softened, kneeling down to face level. His concerned brown eyes made you break.

"I don't live in the dorms. I live in my car." You whispered, embarrassed tears stinging your eyes. "I don't have a computer so I use the ones here."

"Oh." Marcus blinked, trying to take in all that information. "Hey..." He tried to think of what to say. It wasn't that he was insensitive, he was struck with sympathy. It wasn't right, such a bright student sleeping in her car. Struggling to get by. He didn't like that at all. He stroked your arm sitting over the chair. "There's nothing be ashamed of."

"I'm sorry." You sniffled, his soft touch bringing up all your emotions. "I don't like to talk about it. I don't want you to see me differently."

"Why don't we go outside and just talk okay?" Marcus offered, not wanting other people to hear this for your privacy's sake. He could tell you needed to get this off your chest.

You nodded, saving your document and gathering your things. Marcus helped, holding your books and handing you your coat. He put an arm around you in a half hug once outside, giving you a short moment of security and warmth. You and Marcus settled on a bench outside the library under a dim street light.

"I'm sorry, Professor." You blubbered again, wiping your eye with the back of your hand.

"There's nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart." Marcus cooed, taking your hand away from your face and holding it in his own. You struggled to look him in the eye. You didn't want him to pity you. You only wanted to be a star in Marcus' eye. Not some needy student.

"I just- I don't have any support right now. My mom, fuck... she was everything to me, she passed away last year. I'm-i'm just trying to get by at this point."

"I'm so sorry." Marcus felt his own eyes fill with tears. He could empathize. His mother also passed away a couple years ago. He could only imagine how hard it must be especially with you trying to get through school.

"I'm just- I've never had to be on my own like this." You started to cry in earnest, months of stiff upper lip crumbling. Marcus was the first person besides your best friend that you had truly opened up to.

"Shh shh." Marcus pulled you into his chest, cradling your head against him. Letting you cry. He kissed the top of your head gently feeling like words weren't enough. "Thank you for telling me. It's going to be okay."

"Yeah. I'll survive." You pulled back, wiping your eyes once more. "It's fine. My car's not super comfortable but I'm almost done with school."

"I don't want you sleeping in your car, sweetheart." Marcus frowned squeezing your hand. "That just isn't right. It's not what your mom would have wanted. Can I buy you a hotel room?"

"Oh no." You shook your head "I can't let you do that."

"I don't mind."

"Please Professor I don't think I'd be able to live with myself."

"What about-" Marcus cut himself off, suddenly feeling shy. "What about you crash at my place" sensing your protest he added "Just until you find something. I have a spare room. It's really not a problem."

"Professor Pike..Is that allowed?"

Marcus hesitated. "I mean... it's not exactly appropriate but it would be immoral for me to do nothing."

"Always so righteous." You chuckled, letting some of your sadness float away for a moment. The intimacy of your position was starting to set in. You were sitting so close to Marcus. You could see his brown eyes flecked with the gold light from the street lamp. He was always beautiful. From the moment you met him. It was almost like he was carved by the gods. But his care for you, his soft touch, his warm breath made him real. Not a fantasy. He was a man with a beating heart. The setting would have been romantic if not for your blubbering.

"That's me." Marcus chirped with a boyish smile. "Please let me do this for you, sweet girl."

You chewed your lip. You didn't want to sleep in your car. You were tired of being alone. But how would you ever repay him for this? How could you live with yourself after taking handouts?

"Just for tonight?" Marcus tempted you in a small voice.

"Okay." You sighed. "Just for tonight."

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It wasn't just for a night. A night became a week became two weeks. You had moved all your stuff from your car into the guest bedroom. You still went to the library to do homework but you were able to readings in the comfort of a bed or sofa. After overcoming the initial awkwardness of living with a very attractive man for a roommate, you finally started to relax. You were sleeping better, in a happier mood, able to start saving money again. You'd walk to class after Marcus already left so as not to draw suspicion. You'd be an attentive student in his class sharing a secret smile with him.

The only thing in your mind that did not relax was your nagging attraction to Marcus. What started as a little crush from his gorgeous face and kind demeanor was now a full blown infatuation. You looked forward to coming home to him, seeing him fall into his favorite chair and undo the top three buttons of his shirt. You enjoyed talking to him about his day. You wished you could rub his shoulders while he talked. You wished you could kiss his cheek while he made dinner. Domestic things that you had long forgotten were your undoing. You wanted to lean into his care, his dominance, and just love him unconditionally. However, you knew nothing could come of this. If you announced your feelings then Marcus may send you away and you'd be back in your car. No amount of longing would overcome your fear of being alone.

You discovered ways that you could repay Marcus for his generosity and make yourself useful. Marcus was an excellent cook so you did the dishes. He cleaned the house so you did the laundry. You didn't know the immeasurable ways you were helping Marcus. You had reinvigorated him. He was happy to come home. He loved seeing your face when he opened the door. He loved your little "Thank you!" when he set dinner out. He loved being able to be there for you even for little things like shooing a bug out of your room or watching a girly movie with you. No matter all the hurt you had been through you were still so innocent and pure. It made something inside Marcus growl in approval whenever it would show. He was a natural caregiver and you were the perfect deserving girl.

He could see you blooming before him, free to be youthful and happy now that you were safe. Your shy personality pulling back to reveal your humor.

"So are you like my sugar daddy?" You asked one day morning, making Marcus nearly spit out his coffee. You laughed. He grimaced.

"It's not transactional." He swallowed harshly looking at your innocent little smile. His dick twitched thinking of you calling him daddy more often. "I care about you, sweetheart. I- I don't expect anything."

"I care about you too Marcus." You replied with a grin. "But you know if you wanted anything you're well in your right to ask. You're doing so much for me." The glint in your eye gave it all away.

Having you around was constant temptation. He was jerking off every morning in the shower like he was a teenager again. You stopped calling him Professor and started calling him Marcus, which made it even easier to slip into this fantasy of playing house. He stopped caring about the impropriety of the age gap, the fact you were a student. You were a beautiful available woman in his house. That's all his desire knew.

One day both of you would finally give in. Maybe it would be Marcus pulling you in for a kiss when you say goodnight. Maybe it would be you, sitting closer and closer to him while he watched the game until you plopped on his lap feeling his desire against you. Maybe he'd hear you moaning his name in the dead of the night, squirming in the double bed he made up for you. Maybe there would be a storm that sends you into his room and he tucks you into his arms to help you sleep. Maybe you'd slip up and call him Daddy when he hugs you. Whatever that breaking point was, it was coming soon.

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searchingforbucky · 5 years ago

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Fic Rec (Part 19) :)

Hi everyone! And welcome to day 1273198172 of quarantine lol. On a serious note, I hope you all are staying safe, happy, and healthy. I know these stories in this list provided me much needed entertainment for the past week or so, and I’m hoping they will help you all the same. I love this AU, its always so fun to see the different routes people take, so without further ado welcome to the Vampire!Bucky Rec List :) *** Means Smut Sorry its a bit short, theres not many out there. The links weren't working so there is none in this.

Biting Cold by @hootyhoobuckaroo

OK so this one I think is a perfect start to the vampire list. This one is absolutely fantastic. So it’s about Bucky and the reader being in a pre-establish relationship, when suddenly some freaky stuff starts happening very close to home. So Buckys a Vampire, and the reader doesn’t know it. But the reader is terrified of vampires. Obviously that causes a little problem. I just really liked how unique of a storyline this was, I love just how genuine the fear was and the emotions they had were. It constantly kept me on the edge of my seat because I was wondering what was gonna happen. I am absolutely in love with protective bucky so you know that this has it lol. And honestly I just really loved how one it was well written, but to reply with something that I had never read before. And I don’t wanna spoil it or anything, but it was just a real nailbiter. Definitely recommend.

All My Friends Are Heathens by @sebseyesandbuckysthighs ***

OK, so I think this one was the first vampire Bucky story that I ever read, and it’s absolutely fantastic. So this one is about Bucky being a vampire, and he’s amongst the avengers who are all their own sort of “monster“. And the reader comes to visit them, and Bucky is just absolutely drawn to her, and unfortunately she is human. I think my favorite thing about this story is just how well drawn out each character is, I was absolutely invested in not only their relationship growing, but the whole storyline in general. I was obsessed in learning about what the different monsters were, what their little thing was that they did. And I really loved how absolutely cocky and mysterious Bucky was. This one is smutty, but nothings wrong with that LOL. This is just a really good, really head turning story. A lot of twists in this

Bad Things by @xbuchananbarnes *** (kinda)

All right, now this one is really something. So this one was incredibly interesting. It’s about Bucky in the reader being in a pre-established relationship, and he promised to turn her when she turns 28, but in the meantime he makes her move to 10 different places so that way she can get used a whole bunch of different things that she would have to win when she does actually become a vampire. I really liked how mysteries this one is, just how sweet they are together. The fact that her 10th Pl. is what it is, for the reason it is, is something that is incredibly sweet to me. anyways, I loved seeing all of the little snippets in to how they met, and everything like that. but I really honestly just love how sort of vague it is? If that makes sense? Like there are so many possibilities that your mind is running for miles after you read it. It’s one of those stories that you just keep thinking about, you keep thinking about what the other eight places were, what’s going to happen in the future it’s really awesome. The sequel is even wilder lol.

Thirsty by @jobean12-blog ***

So this one is a short yet sexy little Drabble. It’s technically a vampire Bucky, though it’s not necessarily like a main focus of the story. But I really liked it so I’m going to include it anyway. This one is just you know really cute. It shows the fun little feisty side to them, it’s pretty sexy, some dirty talk that’s like....damn lol. But I really just like stories that show couples are kind of so obsessed with each other, and so in love with each other, that they’re able to have fun in that way no matter where they are. I really liked it

Craving You by @propertyofpoeandbucky ***

So this one is really cool, this one is about vampire Bucky and succubus reader. It is a compilation of little drabbles, and it’s really interesting. So I love seeing the dynamic between the two of them, just how interesting it is to see how they deal with their lifestyles, and having to do it together. And stuff happens that they have to navigate how they’re going to deal with it. I don’t wanna spoil it but it something that is very interesting to see. It’s also kinda smutty so that’s nice hahaha. Just a really cute, really interesting story

Blood Bound by @the-omni-princess ***

Ohhhhhh man! Now this one! This one is like a TV series I swear, like vampire diaries but a lot better. So this one is about vampire Bucky and a witch reader. And it is so freaking good, and so interesting. So currently is on hiatus, but I thought it was awesome enough to put it in there anyways. Because it doesn’t matter how much of it there is, what there is is amazing. It is like so nailbiting, there’s so many twists and turns and angst, but it’s also incredibly cute. i’ve never read a story like this, and I’m not sure if anybody else could do it like this. And I love how the soulmate idea is interwoven in there, I’m a sucker for soulmates. Honestly it’s like every trope that I love is somehow in this story, but it’s not overwhelming, it’s just really well done. In the world that’s created is so immersive and awesome

In the Dark by @persephone-is-here-omg

All right, I really like this one too. I think my favorite part about this one is the fact that it relates Canon Bucky to vampire but you. It talks about how Hydra made him a vampire and the torture that he went through because he was a vampire. I really like how it didn’t completely get rid of his story, it wasn’t fully an AU, and that’s so interesting and cool to me man. And I also thought it was interesting seeing all the small little snippet into their relationship. It’s interesting to see EV juxtaposition of how she willingly gives up everything for him, but he got that stuff stolen from hydra. It’s just a really interesting story

Sunshine by @iwillbeinmynest ***

Alright so this one was amazing. This one is about vampire Bucky, and it’s honestly pretty sad, at the beginning he had basically resigned himself to live a life in the cold. However he needs the reader who somehow can make him feel warm. And that was honestly the cutest part of the story, just how much he loved feeling warm, and she made him feel warm in so many different ways both physically and emotionally and it was so soft. But don’t let that trick you into thinking that this is just a soft story, there are absolutely some crazy things happening in the story. And I absolutely love Tony in this, I think it’s a great representation of him. Such a really awesome story

Men of the Moon by @hellomissmabel

So this one is really cool. It is a vampire diaries a you. It’s also kind of a Stucky x reader but not a Stucky fic if that makes sense? Like Bucky x reader and Steve x reader but no throuple. Obviously, that would be weird because they’re brothers lol. Anyways, now that I just rambled through that. I really love this. I think that all of the characters fit into the vampire diaries characters very well. I’ve honestly never liked vampire diaries, but this made me really like it LOL. I think it was done so much better than the actual show was, why couldn’t the show be like this. anyways, it was just so interesting to read the dynamic between the three characters, and everyone else really. I also loved just how invade the ending was, it’s like I can imagine so many different things happening after it and that’s always something that’s really nice with the story when I can kind of finish it myself.

Hungry Eyes by @lenavonschweetz ***

OHHHHHH this one is SPICY lol. Bucky is one cocky son of a gun. So this one is about vampire Bucky, and for the betterment of the town, him and the reader make a pact that he would feed off of her to avoid suspicion. Except for he would only feed on her wrist because anything else is too intimate. Well that went out the drain real fast. This one was honestly kind of just straight smut lol, but there’s some plot in there that’s really awesome. There’s some awesome tropes, friends to lovers, cocky Bucky, vampire Bucky, SMUT. It all comes together to form a really interesting really well done story. I really liked it

In the Dark by @waiting4inspiration ***

Oh man, so this one is really interesting too. So this one is about vampire Bucky and werewolf reader, and the reader is an arranged marriage with werewolf Steve. There is a sort of creature war between vampires and werewolves, and that leads to a bunch of problems. But surprise surprise, the reader falls in love with her sworn enemy. And that’s awesome, I love those tropes. I think it’s Really incredible just how well she balances the two worlds, it’s way better than twilight I’ll tell you that right now LOL. But I just really love the dynamic between everybody, there’s angst, there’s fluff, there’s never a time when you’re bored. It’s just left and write something that either leaves you on your toes you’re feeling everything at once. It’s really great. It’s not finished yet but what it’s there is amazing.

Special: For Heavens Sake by @221bshrlocked ***

wow OK, talk about unique. So this one is a vampire reader story, but it was so cool I have to include it. So obviously it’s vampire story obviously, but it also an ABO story, like whaaaaat. So ABO is admittedly the main aspect of a story, but I just thought it was absolutely incredible how well they combined the two tropes. I loved how oh much fuck he was actively trying to be with her, I really love the dynamic between them. I really loved how raw and genuine emotions are, I can’t imagine how scared them both must have been during certain parts of the story, I’m not gonna spoil it but there were definitely some parts where I was on the edge of my seat wondering what was gonna happen because it was so interesting. There was so much happening in the story and it was just awesome.

Thank you all for reading, again, sorry its so short. and sorry it took so long lol. I appreciate you all. :)

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cumonbucky · 6 years ago

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First Date

Summary: Your brother Steve follows you on your date with Bucky without you knowing. College AU.

Pairing: Bucky x Rogers!Reader

Warnings: Steve being an annoying brother

A/N: Heyyyyy! Jeez, I haven’t posted something in soooooooo long, it’s been a MINUTE. Anyways, I hope you like this :)

You’ve known Bucky Barnes since sixth grade when you were defending your twin brother, Steve, from bullies and one of the boys pushed you to the ground, causing Steve to get upset and Bucky - who was rounding the corner - to heroically step in and scare the daylights out of the two boys.

You’ve had a crush on him since your senior year of high school when he took you to prom - as friends of course - and overheard a group of girls saying nasty things about you leading to him putting them back in their places.

To put it lightly, Bucky Barnes has always been there for both you and your brother, even when Steve bulked up sophomore year and could take care of himself.

Now here you were, your junior year of college alongside your brother and his best friend.

And let’s not forget, Bucky asked you out on a date.

“He did what now?” Steve questioned as he followed you around your dorm.

“He asked me out.” you reply simply, finding the earrings you were looking for and putting them on.

“And when were you planning on telling me?”

“Never but you ruined that by being nosey.” you give him a side glare.

“Y/N,” Steve steps towards you, cupping your hand in his. “My dear baby sister-”

“You’re only seven minutes older than me.”

“-it’s my job to be nosey.” you stare at him, making it clear you were done with his shit and he sighs. “He’s my best friend. If he hurts you, I’m gonna have to fight him.”

“You don’t have to fight him.”

Steve stares at you, blinking for a moment before saying, “I’m gonna have to fight him.”

“Oh my god,” you groan. “you’re crazy!”

“Y/N-”

“I’m going on my date with Bucky now, I suggest you go back to your dorm before Carol comes back and puts you in a chokehold like she did last time you were here.” you say, grabbing your things and heading to the door.

“Your roommate is crazy, Y/N. I mean, who just puts people in chokeholds?” he says, completely baffled as he thought back to that day.

You lock your door and turn to your twin. “Who just sneaks into their sisters dorm at night to scare them?”

You start walking down the hallway as Steve jumps to catch up with you.

“I thought Carol was you!”

Walking into the restaurant, you spot Bucky immediately and by the looks of it, he spotted you too. You make your way to him as he stands up from the booth with a smile on his face.

“Hey,” you grin as the two of you hug.

“Hey,” you pull away and he gives you a once over. “you look beautiful.”

You playfully roll your eyes and blush, sliding into the booth. “You’ve seen me in this outfit before, Buck.”

“I know. You just always look beautiful.” he says as he sat across from you.

You shake your head with a smile before the waiter arrives to take your order.

The date was going great. You had hardly ate because you were so invested in a conversation with Bucky. That, and your nerves were getting the best of you. I mean, going on a date with your crush would obviously cause you to get nervous. Especially when Bucky looked so good sitting in front of you.

He was telling you about a project he had to do for a class when your phone buzzed in your pocket. You ignore it and focus on what Bucky was saying until it buzzed again… and again.

You let out a quiet sigh and take it out, unlocking it under the table as to not alert Bucky.

Steve: It’s been 15 minutes since ur food came

Steve: Why aren’t u eating

Steve: u need to eat

Your eyebrows furrow as you glance around you quickly before you focus back on your phone.

You: How do you know that?

Steve: Not the point

Steve: Eat ur food

You: what the fuck is going on Steve

Steve: Language

Steve: Also pay attention to Bucky

Steve: And eat ur food

Steve: Unless

Steve: OMG

Steve: Is this code for something?

You: Is what code for something?

Steve: u paying more attention to ur phone than Bucky

Steve: Omg do I go and save you

Steve: Are you not having a good time

Steve: Blink twice if u want out

You: HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PAY ATTENTION TO BUCKY WHEN YOU KEEP TEXTING ME EVERY TWO SECONDS

You: Also

You: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WHILE I’M ON MY DATE

Steve: I just do

Steve: It’s our twin powers

You: We don’t have twin powers

You: You’re on crack

The three bubbles pop up and disappear several times before he sends another message.

Steve: stfu and eat ur food

“Y/N?” Bucky called and you lift your head up immediately.

“Hm?”

“Is everything alright? I could tell you were a little out of it right now.” he says, genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine, sorry.” you say. “So your project, how’s that coming along?”

Bucky smiles and starts talking about the process of the project and you can’t help but draw your attention around yourself again. How did Steve know about the food? Did he have one of his friends follow you? Was he watching from outside?

Your phone buzzes again.

Steve: Stop looking around

Steve: ur being rude

Your head shoots up and you look around before locking your eyes on someone who was in a black hoodie, sunglasses, and short brown wig.

The person notices you staring at them and mouths an ‘oh shit’ before putting their head down. You immediately take out your phone and open your messages.

You: STEVEN GRANT ROGERS

You: I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU FOLLOWED ME

Steve: I JUST WANTED TO MAKE SURE HE DIDN’T TRY ANYTHING

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice pulls you from your phone yet again. “Hey, if the date was getting boring or something you could’ve told me instead of being on your phone the whole time.”

He was frowning. Not because he was mad, but because he was sad. He thought you were enjoying the date as much as he was. Then again he always enjoyed anything that had to do with you.

“No, no, no, I’m having a great time it’s just that… Steve’s here.” you confess.

“What?” he starts looking around, trying to spot his best friend and you point him out.

“Yeah, he’s been texting me.”

“This guy is crazy.” Bucky mutters.

“Tell me about it.”

“C’mon.” the brunet stands up and you follow him over to where your brother was sitting.

Bucky clears his throat and Steve reluctantly lifts his head up.

“Oh hello,” Steve says in a high pitched voice. “Can I help you with something?”

“We know it’s you, Steve.” you say.

“Who’s this Steve? My name is Sarah but maybe I can help you look for-”

“Steve.” Bucky gives him a glare.

Your brother sighs, taking off the sunglasses. “You caught me.”

“Why did you follow me here?” you ask as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“I just wanted to make sure everything went okay.”

“Leave.” Bucky says.

“But-”

“Leave.” you repeat Bucky.

Steve sighs but stands up. “Fine.” he began walking to the door before stopping and turning back to the two of you. “But how will I know if everything goes well?”

“I’ll tell you all about it when I get back to the dorm, buddy, now go.” Bucky tells him.

“What if you don’t tell me everything and-”

“Then I’ll tell you about it too, now leave!” you groan.

“Fine, fine, fine,” he says. “Be safe, if he tries anything tell me and if she tries anything tell me and if you’re not in our dorm by midnight, you’re dead meat, Barnes.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Bucky waves his hand dismissively.

The both of you watch Steve leave and give it a good 2 minutes before finally heading back to your booth.

“Your brother’s crazy.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Anyways,” Bucky looks at you with a smile, back to being completely smitten with you. “where were we?”

A/N: Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I’ll fix them later.

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sonofadeanwinchester · 6 years ago

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Now and Again

Summary: After joining the Avengers, you start dating the one and only Bucky Barnes but when you get a call from some old friends, you drop everything to help, including Bucky. (Or so he thinks)

Words: 4183 (kinda got carried away)

Bucky Barnes x Reader; Dean Winchester x Reader; Sam Winchester x Reader

Warnings: Swearing; angsty? ;

A/N: This was requested by an anon, so here you are! Also, I’m really sorry if I didn’t tag you. My list of who is on my tag list got deleted so I’m just going based on my last post. Pls, let me know if you were/are/or wanna be tagged.

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“I’d like to welcome the newest member of the team, (y/n).” I stand there, my hands shoved deep inside of my pockets, switching my weight from foot to foot. “Now”, Cap says, “I know we’ve taken a hit the past couple of times with some of us gone or taking a break, but she’s gonna help a lot. She was personally trained by Natasha for almost 5 years now.”

A snort in the back of the room catches my attention. Who the fuck is laughing? I stand on my tippy toes to see a tall man, with shoulder length black hair and stunning blue eyes, smirking at me and Cap. I could only see from his chest up but he was very large, very thick. He smiled and winked. “Sorry darling, but how do you think being trained by Nat is gonna help this team at all? She was trained since childhood to be a deadly assassin. You’ve only had her for five years.”

I click my tongue, look at Steve and he nods. “Why don’t I show you how five years has paid off?”I take my hands out of my pocket, tie back my hair and walk slowly towards the man. He stands there, arms crossed over his large chest and shakes his head. “Aw. You’re scared to hurt a girl?” He furrows his brow and I hit him suddenly in the chest with my fist, grabbing his arm and twisting it behind his back, almost landing him on his knees. “I wouldn’t feel too bad about it.”He snorts. Glancing from my face to my feet, he slid a foot behind my kneecap breaking my footing, making me fall to the ground. I lay on my chest, panting and thinking of my next move.

He brings his face down to speak, “I don’t feel bad, darling.”

“Good.” I elbow him in the face, causing him to fall backward. I run over to where he stands, holding his nose, jumping into the air and wrapped my legs around his neck, bringing him to the floor with me. I sit on his neck, his hands pinned behind my back. His face turning a little red, I cock a brow. I feel him pat my ass in surrender. I stand up, allowing him to gasp for air. I reach my hand down, pulling him to his feet. “(Y/N)”

He nods, “Steve’s told me all about you.” He smirks. “I’m Bucky.”

4 YEARS LATER

“Baby where are you going?” Bucky’s sleepy voice startles me as I grab my bag, looking over my shoulder as he sits up. His long hair every which way and his shirtless chest showing proudly his new arm from T’Challa. He sighs, rubbing his stubbled chin. “Hm?”

I walk over to him, sitting beside his blanket covered body. “I’m going to meet my friends. We discussed this yesterday.”

He glanced at the clock. “But it’s not even 5 AM yet.”

I nod. “I know love but they’re early risers.”

He sighs, wrapping his arms around me laying backward, forcing my body on top of his. “How long will you be gone?” I shrug. “You don’t know?” I shake my head, kissing the tip of his nose. “A week?” No reply from me. “Two weeks?” Still nothing. “A month?”

I place my forehead against his chin. “I don’t know baby. They like to travel and I haven’t seen them since I started this gig.” He rolled his eyes. “Listen to me, I’m gonna be fine. I’ve known them since I was a kid. They’re really good guys.”

Bucky froze, his breathing hitched in his throat. “Guys?” I nod.” You never mentioned you were running away with two or more men.”

I laugh. “I didn’t think it was necessary and it’s only two guys.”

He scoffs. “I think it’s pretty necessary that you tell me the gender.”

“Why? You think I’m going to abandon my boyfriend of four years and run away with some guy from my past?”

He shakes his head. “That’s almost the plot of every romantic comedy I’ve seen.”

I kiss his lips quickly. “Babe, trust me.” He nods and kisses me again. “I’ll call you when I get there.”

He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I love you (y/n).”

“I love you too Buck.”

Sitting inside of a small local diner a few hours away from the Avengers complex, I sip my coffee and read the local newspaper. A man disappeared without a trace in his locked apartment, no sign of a break in or forced entry. Everything was left where it was, according to his close friends. Nothing was taken only the man. A loud roar of an engine startles me, distracting me from reading. I look up just as two tall men walk into the diner, glancing around until they spotted me. The guys walked briskly over to where I was sitting, pulling into two huge bear hugs. “It’s way too long (y/n).” The taller one, Sam, says as he hugs me tightly. “When was the last time I saw you? Like 5 years ago?” I nod and he hugs me again, chuckling. His brother Dean, pushes Sam out of the way, engulfing me into an even bigger bear hug.

Both boys are much much taller than me so their arms wrap around my waist, touching their arms. “Damn girl, it’s been too long. I missed my little short stack.” I punched him playfully. “What? You don’t like that name now?”

“Oh Deano, I never liked that name.” I wink, returning to my chair and flagging the waitress down. She comes over, pouring me more coffee but ends up spilling it on the table as she stares at the men across from me. “You can stop pouring now.”She shoots me a look like she was going to say something sassy but sees the dark brown liquid on the table. “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

I wink. “They’re just men, you know. You don’t have to gawk and stare, you could always say hi.” Her face turns a deep shade of scarlet as she nods, cleaning the mess up quickly and turning away.

“Wow, you haven’t changed a bit.” Sam chuckles, glancing at the menu. “It’s been five years and you’re still just as cranky as ever.”

I flip Sam the finger and smirk. “Can’t go through this life without being a little cranky. Too many dark moments to be happy about.”

Dean’s eyes glaze over as he stares at me. “You’ve been hunting?” He points at the paper. I shake my head. “Not really, just been reading. Might’ve found a case though.”

Sam grabs the paper from under my arms. “Huh. This guy goes missing in a locked apartment, no sign of forced entry or a break in. His friends and neighbors say nothing was taken or moved.” He squinted his eyes, bringing the paper closer to his eyes. “There is a symbol on his wall.”

Dean takes the paper, squinting the same as he brings it close to his eyes. “Well, what do ya know Short Stack, you found a case.”

“So how’s everyone doing?” I ask Bucky as I lay on a dingy old bed in some shitty motel the guys found. We got conjoined rooms despite how much I said I didn’t mind sharing a room with them, Sam thought it would be more appropriate this way.

Bucky sighed, I could hear him shuffling around in the background. “Fine.” He cut his answer short, almost as if he was upset with me. “How are you doing?”

“Fine.” I knew I shouldn’t be petty with him or get under his nerves but he should know better that I would never ever cheat on him, let alone with someone who is like a brother to me. He snorted. “Well, goodnight.”

“What?” I sat straight up.

“I said goodnight.”

“Fuck you, James. You do not get to say goodnight while apparently being pissed at me.” I fought angry tears from my eyes.

“I’m not angry.”

“Horseshit.” I was standing now, pacing my room. “Tell me what’s wrong. Now.”

He sighed again and I could picture him sitting on the edge of our shared bed, running a hand through his unmanageable hair. “I just miss you is all. It’s been three weeks and you still don’t know when you’re coming home.”

I leaned against the wall. “I know. I miss you too but what I’m doing here with the guys is important, it helps people.”

“How does being shacked up with two grown ass men help people?” His voice dropped with jealousy. “I know you grew up with them but it bothers me to know that they get to see you every day that I can’t. That they can hug you or talk to you or sing with you when I can’t. I’ve seen the way other men look at you (y/n). I’m not fucking blind. You’re a prize to be won and these guys aren’t any different.”

A prize to be won? Did he really just say that to me? I scoffed, a fit angry tears starting to roll down my cheeks. “You think I’m a prize to be won? Is that what I am to you Buck, just some fucking prize that you get to flaunt around in front of everyone else?”

“No, that’s not what I mea-”

I cut him off quickly. “Don’t bother explaining. I’ll let you know when I’m coming home.” I hit the end button without saying goodbye or that I loved him.

The following day, my mood was shit to say that least. I was short and sarcastic with the boys, rude to our waitresses and just downright bitchy to everyone I came in contact with.

Leaving the diner, Dean pulled the car over, putting into park and got out. I looked at Sam and he shrugged, following suit as he got out after his brother. I opened the door and Dean slammed it. “I need Sam, just a second.”

My eyes filled with tears, first my boyfriend and now my two oldest friends. I watched the boys mouths move, Dean running a hand over his face as he glanced now and then at me then back at Sam. Sam nodded and opened the door for me. Dean sighed, “come on out.”

I stood to my feet, arms crossed along my chest, leaning against the Impala Dean called ‘Baby’. “What?”

He scoffed. “I’ve known you since we were 10 (y/n) and in all those years you only acted this way when David Bernio broke up with you in the 10th grade. So who’s the unlucky bastard?” He cocked a brow as he looked at Sam who stood with a look of pity on his face, his hands deep in his pockets.

I sighed. “You wouldn’t know him,”

Dean smirked. “No shit Sherlock. There is a lot of people in this great country.”

“His name is Bucky.”

He snorted. “Bucky? Like yucky but with a B?” I nodded. “Okay, where did you and Mr yucky with a B meet?”

I forgot that I didn’t tell anyone about me joining the Avengers or my training over the past five years. “You’re not going to believe me.” They both cocked a brow as if to say ‘try me’ and I nodded. Starting from the very beginning when Natasha found me locked up in a jail cell for assaulting a man who was trying to sexually assault a young girl in an alleyway. She took me back to her apartment and cleaned me up, explaining to me who she was and how she found me. She informed that she had been watching me for a few months now and was interested in training me. I laughed at her when she said this as if she was Mr. Miyagi to my Daniel. She let me rest that night on her couch and the following day she took me a training room. For days and weeks on end, she was defeating me. Finally, she brought up how weak I was and how I needed to be stronger to stop the bad men in the world from harming other women. This triggered something in me and from that day forward, I was one of her best students.I cleared my throat.

“So from day one of joining the Avengers, Bucky has been there for me. At first, he was just an asshole who liked to bug me but then on a few missions, we grew closer and realized our feelings weren’t of hate but actually of love. So I’ve been dating him ever since.”

Dean stood with his mouth wide open. Sam was smirking. “So-”

Dean shook his head. “You’re a fucking avenger? Like you run around with the dude in the giant American flag and the huge green guy?” I nodded. “What the fuck?”

Sam smiled, pulling me in for a hug. “Well, (y/n), I’m proud of you. Even if that means you get to run around with Captain America and the Hulk.” Dean looked at him, his face contorted. “What? I keep up with the Avengers. They deal with the things they know about, same as us. They deal with the bad guys and we deal with the bad monsters.”

“Dude, you did not just seriously compare us to the Avengers.” Sam smiled and nodded. “Fine, I get to be the dude with the freaky arrow power.”

“Clint but his code name is Hawkeye.”

“Hm?” Dean turned to me.

“His name is Clint.” I shuffled a little, my gaze dropping to the dirt road. “But his code name is Hawkeye.”

“Why?” Dean laughed.

Sam hit him. “Because he has a remarkable aim. He hardly ever misses his target.” Dean rolled his eyes and Sam laughed. “So, do we get to meet them?”

I shook my head. “Bucky thinks I’m cheating on him with one of you.” The boys glanced at each other then back to me and burst into a fit of laughter. “I know, that’s what I said to him but he has a jealous spree in him.”

Sam came closer to me and kissed the top of my head. “You got nothing to worry about kiddo.”

The hunt seemed to be taking much longer than I had thought it would. We had been talking to the locals, searching high and low through lore and even Dean had given a hand into looking into things; but to no avail. Two more people had died since we arrived in Dallas and it was starting to frustrate the hell out of us. “If only John was here” I mumbled under my breath. I looked up to catch a glance of the boys staring at me, it had only been a few years since their father was sent to hell for good. “Sorry.”

Sam shook his head, his chestnut hair brushing his shoulder. “Dad would be a great help right now, you’re right, don’t apologize.” I smiled tightly and he sighed. “So we got this thing that we know nothing about. Dad’s journal is no use nor is any of the local legends or lore. I’ve searched the web high and low and zilch.” Just then my phone started ringing, I glanced the name but pressed decline. “You’re gonna have to answer him eventually, kid.”

I shook my head. “He doesn’t trust me enough to be with my childhood friends. He doesn’t seem to trust me period. I mean, Dean is good looking but Jesus he is conceited.”

Dean made a face. “What?”

I shrugged. “Listen, just-” The phone started again.

Dean lunged across the couch and grabbed it before I could decline. “(y/n)’s phone.” He spoke in his professional tone. “Ah, you must be Bucky. I’ve heard all about you buddy.” He smirked at me as he paced the room, raising the phone just out of my reach. “Why is she ignoring you? Good question, you should ask her yourself.” He stopped pacing, nodded his head and chuckled. “Oh, that’s right. She isn’t taking your phone calls.”

“Dammit Dean, give me the phone.” I was on my tip toes now trying to reach what was just out of the way. He shook his head. “So listen, I just wanna clear the air and say that my brother and myself have zero intentions of sleeping or even hitting on your girlfriend.” He sat on the arm of the couch and slouched slightly. “That’s right, we’re just good old pals of hers.”

As he sat, I ran for the phone and grabbed it out of his hand. “Ha!” I walked to the other side of the room and took a deep breath. “What do you want Buck?”

I could hear the tremor in his voice and could picture his blue eyes filled with tears. “You’re not sleeping with them?”

I scoffed. “The fact that you even thought I was, at any point is offensive. I told you before that they are just friends from my past, from before you and the team. They needed my help with something so I decided to help.”

He sniffed. “Okay.”

Okay? That’s all you have to say is okay? I sighed. “Goodnight Bucky.”

“No, wait-” He tried to stop me but mid-sentence I pressed end.

“Well, that’s awkward. Quite the winner you got there Short Stack.” Dean chuckled.

“Whatever, let’s just finish this case so I can go back to New York.” I sighed, leaning against the large stack of books on the old worn table.

“So you haven’t seen or heard anything out of the ordinary?” Sam was questioning the lasts victims neighbor.

She shook her head, her grey hair falling out of the tight bun slightly. “I’m sorry Officer but I didn’t. She was such a nice girl; so kind and polite. She brought me baked goods and sweet tea after my James died a few years back. It’s such a shame that someone would want to hurt her.”

Sam nodded his head and thanked the lady for her time. I had gotten lost in my thoughts when she spoke of her late husband James as that was Bucky’s first name. I shook my head as the boys came back to the car where I was leaning against it. “Anything?”

Dean shook his head. “None of the neighbors’ seen or heard anything the night before or on that Catherine went missing. They all swore up and down that she was the best thing since apple pie. But man, something doesn’t feel right.” The words coming out of his mouth just seem to fade away as my thoughts drifted again. I heard a snapping in front of me. “Hello? Earth to (y/n)? What’s going on with you today?

”I cleared my throat and stood straight pulling my blouse down. “Nothing.”

“Mhmm.” He used a tone that made it clear that he didn’t believe me. “I don’t want to alarm anyone but there is a striking man staring at us from across the street. He’s been there for 30 minutes now.”

I turned my head slightly and looked at the fruit stand across the street. Long and behold there stood Bucky, his hand holding a back of what looked like plums and a sad look on his face. “Bucky,” I whispered.

“That gorgeous looking man is Bucky? The guy who-”

“Shut up Dean.” Sam elbowed him. “(y/n) you okay?”

I nodded. “Uh, yeah. Just give me a second, okay?” The boys nodded and I left them to cross the street. “What are you doing here?” I asked Bucky as I approached where he was standing. My tone came out a little harsher than I wanted but I was annoyed that he would be here to check up on me or whatever he was doing. “Surely you’re not just here for the plums.”

He half smiled, his gaze drifting to the road. “You got me.”

“What are you doing here Bucky.” Not a question but a statement. I wanted to know why he thought it was okay to just follow me here. “Better yet, how did you find me?”

He chewed his lip. “We work for the Avengers, we have intel on everyone and where they are.” I shook my head in disbelief that he would use those on me. “I’m not here to fight or yell at you or even to check on you. I’m here to tell you that I believe you.”

“Believe me? You should have never doubted me, Buck. We’ve been together for 4 years, you should’ve known that I would never risk this relationship for anything.” He nodded. “That’s the only reason for the visit?”

Again, he chewed his bottom lip. “I wanted to meet them, the childhood friends of yours. I don’t know what you’re doing to help them but-”

“You don’t wanna know.”

His brow furrowed. “What does that mean?” I shrugged shoving my hands into my suit pant pockets. “And why do you look like a fancy ass lawyer?”

I chuckled. “It’s that you don’t wanna know, it’s more like you won’t believe me if I tell you.”

He laughed. “Babe, I’m 101 years old but I only look to be in my 30s. Nothing would surprise me at this point.”

“Wanna bet?” I smirked. “I’ll bet you $10 that I surprise you with this.”

He reached out a hand, “Deal.”

“So you’re the infamous Bucky?” Dean asked as he sat across from him in a diner later that day. “I’ve heard some stuff about you buddy.”

“Oh? What’s that?” Bucky asked as he took a sip of his coffee.

Dean shrugged. “Well, for one, you don’t trust Short Stack here, which is a mistake might I add. She’s the most faithful and loyal person I have ever met, and that’s saying a lot in my line of work.”

“Short Stack?” He looked at me confused.

I sighed, my cheeks turning slightly pink. “I’ve known Dean and Sam since I was 10 and they’ve always been a head taller than me. So Dean thought it would be funny to remind me every time he speaks about our height difference, hence, Short Stack was born.”

Bucky smiled. “You are little.” I punched him playfully. “Now, can someone explain to me what this line of work is and why all of you are wearing cheap suits?”

Over the next two hours, we sat in that little diner, sipping coffee and telling Bucky about all the things that go bump in the night. As Dean spoke about the very beginning of how his mother had passed away, to Sam’s girlfriend being killed by the same thing, all the way up to today where we were hunting something we couldn’t quite put our fingers on. He took a deep sigh, reached into his back pocket and pulled out a $10 bill. I chuckled. “I told you.” The boys raised a brow. “I bet Bucky earlier that this shit would surprise him, he didn’t think so.”

Sam nodded, sipping his coffee once more. “Yeah, this line of work is weird and it’s hard but it’s what we know and we’re good at it. And (y/n)’s been doing it with us up until she disappeared five years ago and apparently joined the Mighty Avengers.”

I laughed. “We’re not that mighty, just a group of people with extraordinary gifts that we use for the greater good.”

Dean scoffed. “What’s your special gift then?” He looked at Bucky.

Bucky sighed, shoving his sleeve up to reveal his metal arm. Dean almost spit out his drink. “I got some weird stories of my own.”

So twenty minutes later, after Bucky explained everything from joining the army to Steve becoming Captain America and finding him in Zola’s experiment room. All the way to how he was put into cryo-freeze after fighting Tony and the others so that he wouldn’t harm anyone else and waking up in Wakanda. “So here I am with a metal arm and some weird super juice running through my veins.”

Dean looked at the two of us skeptical but inquisitive. “So.” He licked his lips. “You’re dating a 101-year-old man?”

I shrugged, nodding. “I guess so but he has the body of a mid-thirty-year-old man so it’s fine.”

He cleared his throat. “So. You can still like perform as a thirty-year-old?”

Bucky’s face deepens into a shade of red. “If you’re talking about sex, then yes.”

I sat back in the booth, finally content with how my life was going. I was an Avenger, trained by one of the most deadly assassins in the world. The love of my life was back and he wasn’t doubting my faithfulness to him any longer and he was sitting across from my two oldest friends having the strangest of conversations with them. I smiled to myself thinking about how nice it was to be somewhat normal now and again.

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ofstarsandvibranium · 6 years ago

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In Front of the Camera: Part 18

Fandom: Marvel (Cam Guy AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Your friend and neighbor, Bucky, is a cam guy, but you have no idea until your friend sends you a link to one of his live streams.

Part 17 | Series Masterlist

Bucky didn’t push for an answer right away. He was very aware of how much you had to take in and on top of that, your friend was in the hospital. So for the remainder of the drive, he kept quiet.

His car slowed to a stop and he parked in the emergency room parking lot. He watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt and turned to him, “You don’t have to come with me,” you said apprehensively.

He could see the uncertainty in your eyes as well as fear, fear for your friend. You wouldn’t say it, but he knew you needed someone to comfort you right now. He shook his head, “I’m coming with you. I wanna make sure you and Wanda are alright.”

You gave a brief nod and he silently let out a breath of relief. He half expected you to tel him to leave. He’s thankful you didn’t.

You both hurriedly walked to through the emergency room doors, Vision immediately stood up when he spotted you and Bucky.

“How is he?” you blurted out.

Vision shrugged, “I don’t know. Wanda’s there now with him. But I overheard the nurses say he got run over while he was doing his nightly jog. A hit and run.” he let out a sigh, “Well, I was going to get some coffee from the cafeteria. Do you two want any?”

You nodded, “I’d like one with cream and sugar, please.”

“James?”

“Black. Thanks, Chef.”

Vision chuckled and pat Bucky on the shoulder, “We’re not in the kitchen, James. Call me Victor or Vision. I don’t have a preference.”

Bucky sent him a miniscule smile, “Sure, Vision.” his superior then went off in the direction of the cafeteria.

You and Bucky sat down in the chairs of the waiting area. Your jacket was tightly wrapped around you and your knee bounced in anticipation. It froze when Bucky set his hand on it, “He’s going to be okay, Y/N,” he whispered.

You shook your head, “You don’t know that.”

“It’s best to look at the bright side of things in times of distress,” he advised, his eyes trained on you.

You scoffed, “What bright side could there possibly be?”

“Well, he’s currently alive. We might not know how good or bad his condition is, but he’s alive. I think that’s a pretty good bright side.”

You look up from your lap to stare at Bucky, “Why are you still here, Bucky? You can go home. You don’t have to be here.”

“I’m here because I know you, Y/N. I know that you’re trying to remain strong, but you’re frightened inside. I know that even though you don’t want me here right now, you need me. You need someone to comfort you and tell you it’ll be alright. You need someone to cry on and to hold you if worse comes to it. I know you won’t say it, but you need me right now.” he set his hand on top of yours that rested in your lap.

You looked down in a bit of shame because he’s right. You do need someone and that someone right now is Bucky, “I don’t understand you, Bucky Barnes. I don’t understand why you’re doing all this for me. I’m not worth it.”

Bucky slid off your chair and knelt in front of you. He grabbed a hold of your hands, “Yes, Y/N L/N, you are. You’re worth everything and more and, again, I’m sorry for making you feel like you weren’t. But this is me trying to fix it. Whatever it takes. I’m fighting for you, Y/N. For us.”

You sighed, “You are-”

“Persistent? Determined? Charming? Romantic?” he says the last one with a smirk.

“Annoying,” finished with a teasing smile, one that brought butterflies to Bucky’s stomach, “And-And I won’t lie, I did miss you. A lot. And I thought about you often. And I appreciate the...effort you’re willing to give. Part of me wants to let you in, but the other part wants me to give you a big ‘Fuck you’ and push you away.”

“Which part is winning right now?” he asks softly as his thumb rubs over your hands.

“The first one,” you murmured out, “But I’m scared, Bucky.”

He brought your hands to his lips and kissed them, “We can start slow. We can start from the beginning. Whatever you want, Y/N, I’ll follow. I promise you,” he kisses your hands again, “I’ll make this right.”

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You and Bucky were joined by Vision some minutes later. He was on the phone with Tony Stark’s wife, Pepper, aka the manager of the restaurant, that he and Bucky wouldn’t be making it in tomorrow.

The three of you all sat in the waiting room with coffee cups in hand waiting for Wanda to emerge from the waiting room. It was an hour and a half later until she did.

You ran up to her, meeting her half way, “So? How is he?”

“He’s better than others could say. Some cuts and bruises along with three broken ribs. They’re going to transfer him to another room upstairs and you guys will be able to visit him.” she then realizes that Bucky is with you, “Oh, uh, hi, Bucky?”

Bucky gives a sheepish grin and stuffs his hands in his pockets, “Hey, Wanda, is it alright if I stay here with Y/N and you guys?”

“Uuuuhhhh...” she looks at you, seeking for permission. She gives you a nod and then replies to him, “Yeah. That’s fine. Um, thanks for bringing her safely.”

“Not a problem.”

“So...I, uh, better get back in there and accompany him to be transferred. I’ll let you guys know when we’re up there.”

“Take your time,” Vision responded, “We’ll be here.”

Wanda walked over to him and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you for being so understanding and bringing me here. This really wasn’t how our first date was supposed to go.”

Vision took Wanda’s hands, “It’s alright. Don’t worry about it. Worry about your brother first. If you need me, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you,” she breathed out and stepped back, “I’ll see you guys in a bit,” and then she made her way back to Pietro.

The three of you sat back down again and you looked to Vision with a smile, “I’m glad she has you, Vis. She’s lucky to have someone as understanding and caring as you.”

“I feel as though I’m the lucky one. I’ve been all about work for years, building my credit in the culinary world and no one to share my success with. Hopefully, Wanda will be that person I can share everything with. I’ve only known her for a short time and I already care deeply for her. I’d do anything and everything to make her happy.”

“That’s very valiant of you, Vision,” Bucky spoke up.

Vision chuckled and nodded, “It is, but I guess one becomes this way when they’ve found the one that means the world to them.” he takes a sip from his coffee cup and stares off into the distance, going deep into his thoughts.

His words rang through your ears and flowed into your mind. You glanced back and Bucky, whom was already staring at you, a hopeful smile on his face.

Part 19

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Omg when we touch is so cute I can’t wait for part two. Din is such a comfort character for me and I’m such a softie for touch starved emotionally constipated men. Thank you for quenching my thirst!!

Awww I'm so happy you enjoyed it. It came out of the blue (and broke through my writing block somehow) and I am so so excited to start writing that second part. Not sure what about touch-starved, adorable shy, reluctant and lovey-dovey men that makes us all this fucking horny but I am not complaining one bit lol

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a-bang-for-your-bucky · 4 years ago

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A/N: I still have to finish my fic for @221bshrlocked writing challenge, but I heard this song and it gave me an idea for some Dave York angst.

Title: Lay Here With Me

Words: 890

Summary: Two times you ask Dave to lay with you, and the one time he can’t.

Warnings: angst, major character death.

Another night sleep evaded you. You knew that the two of you couldn’t keep going like this; Something needed to change. It was another stupid fight that lasted into the early hours of the morning. You couldn’t handle another night of sleeping on the couch. It was hard to feel so lonely, knowing that he was always there, but he was still so distant.

You groaned as you moved to get up off the couch, stretching your aching body. You made your way to the stairs before quietly climbing the steps and walked directly into your shared bedroom. You found Dave sitting on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands.

You didn’t know the full details of his job, but you knew enough. You knew what he did, who he was, and loved him nonetheless. Leaning against the door, you whispered, “I’m calling a truce.” He lifted his head to see you. You shuffled over to the bed, claiming the spot that you’ve slept in for years. You patted his side, signaling him to join you. “Lay here with me, please.” You requested. He reluctantly moved to lay beside you.

Things had gotten rough. It was always the same fight, the same excuses. His job was demanding to say the least. However, things changed drastically when his partner was murdered in her hotel room on their last trip. You figured it was the stress of losing a friend, but it was something else entirely. When you finally started to piece things together, you confronted him. You begged him to tell you what happened with Susan.

Dave always had the same excuses, “It’s too dangerous, the less you know the better”. He knew that you were safe if he stayed away, so he distanced himself. Started fights with you in hopes that maybe you’d leave. That maybe you would realize that you deserved better.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You sniffled, stray tears rolling down your face. He shuffled so that he could hold you close in his arms. You always felt safe in Dave’s arms, despite everything.

“I don’t want to go.” He replied quickly before adding, “I don’t want us to be over.” Dave placed a soft kiss to the crown of your head. You wrapped your own arms around him and pulled him closer. Resting your head on his chest, you could hear the beat of his heart. You closed your eyes, letting the sound soothe you to sleep.

The second you met Mac, you knew something was wrong. Dave asked you to leave so that he and his old friend could talk. Their voices traveled to the office upstairs and you heard everything. Dave killed Susan, but you already figured that. Now, Mac wanted Dave dead.

A slamming door signaled that Mac had left the house. Stomping on the stairs told you that Dave was coming up. You exited the office and joined him in the bedroom. “I don’t have a good feeling about this, baby.” You murmured as you watched him pack his duffel.

Dave dropped the bag to the floor with a loud thump. “If I don’t take care of him, he will come after me. He will do whatever to get to me.” He moved closer to you, raising a hand to caress your face. “ I can’t let anything happen to you, babygirl.” The kiss he placed on your lips was soft and sweet.

A single tear rolled down your cheek as Dave pulled away. You took his hand as you moved backwards toward the bed, “Stay, please? Just lay here with me.” He curled up behind you with an arm draped over your middle, your fingers laced together. You knew he’d be gone before you woke up, but you let sleep take you anyways.

When the morning light filtered through the blinds, you began to stir awake. You reached behind you to find that his side of the bed was cold, an indication that he had been gone for a while. You rushed out of bed, stormed down the stairs, only to find that your home was empty. He was already gone. Struggling to breath, you released broken sobs, your heart breaking at the thought of never seeing him again.

It had been three days since you last heard from him. You barely left the couch that was now pointed toward the front door. For three days, you waited and prayed to whoever would listen to bring him back to you.

The slamming of a car door startled you from your thoughts. You scrambled to the door, throwing it open. It wasn’t Dave. “Mac?” you asked, pain evident in your voice. This wasn’t happening.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized, returned to his car, and drove away.

You slowly closed the door, numbness washing over you. He wasn’t coming back. He was gone and he wasn’t coming back. Those eight words were on repeat in your head. You made your way back to the couch, looking around the home you had created with him. Suddenly it felt too big, too quiet.

You dropped to the cushions, picking up the wedding picture that sat on the side table. “Stay, please. Just lay here with me” You croaked to the picture of your now dead husband, clutching the picture to your chest.

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